over Bane’s head and watch it shatter into pieces after making contact with the door.
“You showed him,” Bane harasses.
“Oh, fuck off. I’m done sparring with your ass.” I take back my seat and prop my feet up on the desk. “This thing with the mole within our club has got us all on edge. We need to stick together now more than ever. A broken club only invites the potential for more bullshit; and quite frankly, I’m ready to find the fucker and make this a distant memory.”
Bane takes a seat in a chair across from me. “You’re right, Pres. Me, too.” He reaches across, takes the bourbon and a nice long swig before putting the cap back on and placing it back on my desk.
“Pres!” Coder comes blasting through my door, once again bringing both Bane and me to our feet. “I think I might have something.”
“Well, goddammit, get the fuck over here and tell us for fuck’s sake! But close the door first.” He shoves the door closed with the heel of his boot. “I traced the money back to an IP address from a couple of towns over. Now, here’s where things get a bit tricky. The trace led me to a deceased man of over two years now. I’m thinking it might be a family member of his? I need more time to do a thorough search on each one of the man’s last known relatives, though.”
Chapter Four
Rogue
The silence within the walls of this clubhouse are deafening, and it’s gonna drive me to the point of no return if something isn’t found out soon. I miss my girls, and I know my brothers who have old ladies and kiddos miss theirs too.
While I’ve spent hours thumbing through the paper documents, Coder has been searching digitally. Thank fuck for the advancements in technology these days. My frustration is growing by the minute. There has simply got to be something we’re missing here. And yet, no matter how many times I go back through my records, nothing. How in the hell is this even possible?
“Had some pizza delivered.” Bane barges in, advising me as he chomps obnoxiously on a slice of pizza. I can feel myself becoming angered once again, but I stop myself from lashing out at my brother and VP; reminding myself that if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t even be aware. We’ve never had such an infiltration of this magnitude. But it is teaching me a lot. About myself and how not only I react, but how my actions during a time like this affect the club as a whole.
Even though I’m not alone in this room, I feel as if the walls of loneliness are closing in on me, trapping me inside of an endless loop of despair. I need to spend some quality time with my little girl. I can see the sadness in her eyes each day that I leave and don’t come home until after she’s closed them for the night. “I’m thinking that since our rat isn’t necessarily inside of the club, or so it’s beginning to look like, I should spend some time with Harmony. A day of fishing and sunshine is calling my name. I need some time to decompress and see the smile shining from my daughter's eyes.”
“Yeah. Coder seemed confident that it isn’t someone working from the inside out, at least that’s the way it sounded. I don’t think a day away from the club is going to hurt anything, Rogue.”
“Then I’m gonna head home, grab my poles and some bait then grab the kids from your house.”
“You should take a couple of men just in case,” Bane advises me as a look of forewarning passes over his face.
“Are you worried about something happening in my absence?” I ask him, wondering if he’s aware of something I’m not.
“Nah, brother. Just worried about Harlow. She should be taking things easy since she’s closing in on delivery. She’s always volunteering to watch the kids; I wish she’d just take one day to put her feet up and relax.”
“Well, the kids will be out of her hair here shortly and she’ll have no choice but to chill,” I chuckle as I lean over the box and grab a slice for myself. “Hmm, that’s good,” I say as my belly anxiously devours the food I’ve given it. With all the worries I’ve been facing, taking time out of my day to consume any meal of nutritional value has been