Page 24 of Tuck & Roll

He eyed the papers she was stuffing into her backpack suspiciously.

She clutched them in her hand and waved them around, praying he didn’t ask to see them. “Copies of my all-clear report for Race’s records.”

She got up and walked toward the door. The one he was doing a good job of blocking. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his lips pressed into a straight line. What was his problem? He couldn’t have seen what she’d been doing. The computer faced away from the door. She hadn’t talked to him, so she couldn’t have said something to piss him off. Did she look guilty? She thought she was doing a pretty good job of being casual.

He still wasn’t moving. “Excuse me, but I need to get out so you can have your meeting.” The guy oozed creepy vibes and she couldn’t wait to be away from him. If she could get the big lummox to move, she could make that happen.

He finally stepped aside, allowing her to exit. She waited until she was at the end of the hallway before she exhaled the breath she’d been holding in on a whoosh. “Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. Trying to walk the length of the hall and through the main room without running was more difficult than she could have imagined.

She nodded at the bouncer as she left through the front door, with what she hoped looked like a natural smile and not the fake one it felt like. She got in her car and started scrolling through her contacts list until she found Race’s number. She listened to it ring until it went to voicemail. “Damn it.” She hung up and decided to try again later. She wanted to discuss what she’d found face to face because he was going to want to see this with his own eyes. Unable to reach him or to forget what she’d just discovered, she decided to go home and dig a little deeper.

Ugh. She dropped her head to her steering wheel. Son of a bitch. She forgot to install the program. She’d gotten so freaked out about what she’d found, all she could think about was getting the hell out of there before Chet came back. Because she left in such a hurry, she was going to have to make another trip to install the program and the only way she was doing that was if Race or one of the other men was with her. No way did she want to chance being alone with Chet again. The man seriously creeped her out and could possibly be someone working to take the Sons of Redemption down.

Her inner voice told her to steer clear of Chet and this was one time she was going to listen.

Chet went straight to the surveillance cameras as soon as Kylie left his office. He watched her progress through the club on different cameras as she passed by each one. She appeared to be leaving at an unhurried pace, but something didn’t sit right with him. Her shoulders were tense and the way she jumped when he’d come back into his office set off warning bells.

He pulled his seat closer and entered a special password that pulled up a camera that no one knew about. It gave him a view of the inside of his office. The camera was hidden on a shelf behind his desk that afforded him a view that encompassed his desk and the couch. He’d set it up to record the women he fucked in there. The women had no clue they were being recorded and he didn’t care. He’d send the recordings of the better fucks to his brothers to enjoy. They kept joking that he should have been a porn star. He could have made a killing.

Okay. Here we go. “What have you been up to?” He fast forwarded to the point when she took a seat behind his desk. He zoomed in to see what was displayed on the computer screen. He fast forwarded a little more. “Son of a bitch!” She’d not only opened the BOOKS file, but she’d also gotten into his BIKES file where he kept the original copy of what was really going on at Bottoms Up. BOOKS contained the altered version he presented to the Sons, claiming to have made less money than it actually had.

“Fuck.” This wasn’t good. Had Kylie really been there because of routine maintenance and she stumbled onto the information in his folders or had Race grown suspicious and wanted her to get proof to support his suspicions? If he had to bet, he’d say he didn’t think Race was suspicious or he’d have come at Chet personally.

He needed to report this because it might speed up the plans they had in the works to take over Redemption and eliminate the Sons of Redemption MC once and for all.

He pulled his cell from his pocket and hit speed dial. He listened to it ring until someone on the other end of the line answered. “We’ve got a problem.” He went on to explain about Kylie and why she was supposedly there and what he’d discovered she’d been up to on his computer.

“Do you thinks the Sons know about what you’ve been doing?”

“No. They don’t have a clue, but if that woman gets in contact with Race with everything we’ve been doing, it could come unraveled.” He ran his hand over his face. Stupid bitch. He’d been enjoying himself playing the part of a law-abiding citizen working his dream job managing a strip club.

“Tell that lazy ass Chief of Police he needs to get with the program and start earning his money or the granddaughter he’s using it for will be the one to suffer. He needs to deal with this now or we have no use for him.”

“You got it. I’ll take care of it.” Chet disconnected his call and sat back in his chair. A knock at his open door drew his attention. “Speak of the Devil. Close the door and come over here.” He waved Police Chief David Whitener over to the bank of security camera monitors. “Take a seat.”

Whitener took a seat in a rolling chair next to Chet and frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean? Speak of the Devil.”

“Just had a sweet little thing in my office doing some work on my computer under orders from Race. She unfortunately nosed into some things better left alone. She has information that cannot reach Race.” He pointed at the monitor that showed her putting a flash drive in her backpack and then some papers. “It’s your job to make sure that doesn’t happen. I don’t care how you do it, but you better make sure that information doesn’t see the light of day.” Chet sat with his arms crossed over his chest, pinning the chief with his stare.

Whitener fought the need to squirm, but eventually caved. “What do you mean? What exactly do you want me to do with her?”

“I don’t give a fuck. Take her out any way you want, but make it happen. Tonight. I know for a fact, Race and some of the brothers are still out of town so she can’t get the information to him tonight. I don’t want to take a chance that she’s able to catch up with him tomorrow.” Whitener didn’t look like he was completely onboard with the idea of taking Kylie out, so Chet figured a reminder was in order. “You like all that extra money you’ve been earning to help your granddaughter out with her diabetes?”

The chief’s face blanched. “Yeah, we know all about your granddaughter and how expensive her insulin and care can be. Imagine how much of a struggle it would be for your daughter and her family if that extra money you’ve been providing up and disappeared.”

The chief’s lips thinned and his cheeks flushed. Now he was getting it.

“You do realize that on that flash drive is all the evidence they need to get you arrested? You’d go straight to prison and your family would suffer. That is unless Crockett doesn’t kill you first.”

“Son of a bitch,” Chief Whitener’s teeth clenched.

“Can I count on you to take care of this tonight, Chief?”

“Yes. I’ll take care of it.”

“Good.” Chet leaned forward and zoomed in so Kylie’s face took up most of the monitor. “This is the woman you need to deal with. All I know is that her name is Kylie Mason. You can figure out the rest.”

Whitener pulled his phone out and took a picture of Kylie’s image on the screen. He started to rise, but paused as Chet added, “Make sure that backpack and flash drive disappear, too.”

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