Page 19 of The Club Princess

Gage tenses, setting the bottle down. “Who? How?”

“He was able to trace the money to two separate accounts… in Jack’s name.”

He closes his eyes, his fist clenching, and takes a deep breath. “We’re sure it’s Jack?”

I nod, finishing my beer down, and then hold out my phone for Gage to take. “Here. Razer is printing out copies, but I needed to show you tonight. I think he and Dodge are about to leave for their annual trip soon.”

Gage mutters they are as he grabs the phone. We stand in silence as he looks through all the evidence of Jack’s betrayal. Years of fraudulent charges to accounts and him keeping the money. When Gage’s face pales, I know he got to the worst of it. He slams the phone on the counter, breathing heavily.

“I’ll take care of it.” He growls out.

Frowning, I try to pat his shoulder, but he pulls away from me. “Son, let’s take a day and think this through. He doesn’t know that we know.”

Gage shakes his head. “No, he’s a part ofmycrew. I’ll fucking handle it.”

“Son-”

He turns to me, his eyes wild. “This isn’t a fucking discussion anymore. He was my responsibility; this is on me. I have to make my amends with the club.”

I bristle at his tone. “Watch who you’re fucking talking to, boy.”

Gage’s throat bobs. “I need to do this.”

“Alright. You’ll let me know if you need help?” I ask, my body aching with the stress of the entire situation.

He nods and grabs his cut hanging off the chair before pausing. “Will you stay here with her? I need to know she’s safe.”

“Of course.”

Gage sighs before smirking. “There’s some pregnancy books on the coffee table. In case you need a refresher, old man.”

Gage

“Fuck,”Dodgewhispers,glancingat the paperwork. His eyes water before he hands it back. “I don’t understand why he didn’t just ask for the money. I would have loaned it to him.”

My jaw clenches, and my stomach drops as I push one more piece of paper to him. Dodge reads it over before crumpling it and punching the wall. He punches it again and then rests his forehead against it. His shoulders shake, and I wait for him to get it all out. Jack has been stealing money because he didn’t want to admit to the photos and videos he was purchasing on the dark web.

“I’m sorry, brother,” I whisper, patting Dodge on the back. Sometimes, we don't know what our own family is capable of. Jack is his last link to his mother.

Dodge clears his throat, turning to face him with his head low. “You look through the files?”

“Razer did.”

“Was… was my baby girl in there?” his voice breaks, and my throat aches with my own emotions.

“Not in any that Razer found.”

Dodge releases a long breath and blinks up to me, his red-lined eyes burning with anger and disgust. “What’s the plan?”

“Bury the motherfucker.”

He nods, pulling out his phone. “Let me call him.”

I grab his hand. “Nah, no traces. When's the last time you spoke or texted him?”

Dodge frowns. “I think like two days ago. You know how I am on long work days.”

“Good,” I nod, texting a few more of our crew. “That’s good. He’s already distanced himself from most of the club. It was just you, and I’m not putting you at any risk.”

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