Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“A higher percentage?” Wraith asked.
“Yes. He has rights to anything that I wrote while we were married.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“It is. Now he’s greedy and wants more. I’m sure he’s trying to impress some twenty-year-old.”
“Give me his address.”
“I’ve already called my lawyer, Wraith. I have a meeting with her at two. Hopefully, she can shut this down. You don’t have a private investigator in the Devils, do you?”
“I do. Tell me Adam’s address and I’ll have him checked out.”
Caroline sagged with relief. “Oh, thank goodness. You’re a lifesaver, Wraith. I’ll text it to you.” She sent him a message with that information. “You should have it now.”
“Yep. Got it. I’ll get someone on this,” Wraith promised. “I probably won’t have any information before your meeting at two. What’s your lawyer’s name? I’ll make sure the details get to her as well.”
“You are a prince among Daddies. Thank you, Wraith.”
“I’ve got you, Little girl. Go write a sexy scene to read to me tonight.”
“Wraith! I can’t do that!”
“Of course you can. I can always use inspiration. I called to invite you to Inferno this evening. Would you come hang out with me while I man the front door? Come after your meeting, and I’ll feed you some dinner before the crowd rolls in,” he said.
“I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Inspiration, Little girl. I want you to tell me about that chapter you’re going to create. Go get busy.”
“Yes, Sir. Daddy, Sir.”
CHAPTER 13
“Lucien?” Wraith called his boss’s name from the office doorway.
“Wraith. Come in. Is something wrong?”
“No. Everything is fine. The cops have finished their investigation. They’re chalking the attack up to a random shooter by the highway. Throwing those shell casings into the truck and cab was smart. Thank goodness Fury thought to dig them out of the pallets as we unloaded the goods.”
“Perfect. Is there anything I can do for you?” Lucien pushed his chair away from his desk and waved a hand toward the chairs facing him.
“Could you dig into a guy for me? He’s my Little’s ex. I need some dirt on him.”
“Financial or women?”
“Either or both. He’s going to sue Caroline for more money,” Wraith told him.
“He’s getting money from her?” Lucien asked.
“Yes. Legally, he’s entitled to part of the royalties from her books.”
“What kind of books?”
“Romance.”
“Hmmm. That’s interesting. She’s not fucking you for research, is she?” Wraith bristled, and Lucien put his hands up. “Just checking. I’m sure you’re being careful.”
Lucien turned to his computer. “What’s his name?”
“Adam McConnell.”
“Address?”
Wraith recited it for him. He moved forward as Lucien typed quickly on his computer.
“Might as well come back here. You’re going to want to read this.” Lucien waved him around the desk and pointed at his screen. “This is his bank statement.”
“I wonder what he blew five grand on. He almost emptied his account.” Wraith focused on the bank’s abbreviation for the vendor who’d collected that money. Anger boiled inside him. His Little girl was worried about money and her ex was tossing money around. He forced himself to focus on the details. “I can’t tell where he spent that. Any ideas?”
“I do, but let’s test my thought.” Lucien copied the bank abbreviation and googled it.
A men’s club appeared as the first possibility. “He wants her to pay for strippers and blow?” Wraith asked in disgust.
“They’re famous for blackmail. I’d bet an hour of revenue on a Saturday night that they have something on him.”
Wraith trusted Lucien’s hunches. The MC president’s intuition had gotten the Devil Daddies out of a lot of sticky situations before anything could happen.
“I need to pay Adam a visit. Could you send me some screenshots? I’d like to clue in Caroline’s lawyer.”
“On their way to your phone,” Lucien assured him as he turned to focus on the computer screen.
Wraith had reached the door when Lucien spoke. “We need to ride to avenge Hellcat. Put it together for tomorrow night. Rally everyone. Skeleton crew here.”
“That’s going to make it tough for the staff at Inferno on a Saturday night.”
“Choose carefully who stays,” Lucien suggested.
“Got it.”
Wraith grabbed a table in a closed section of Inferno with a view of the entrance. He wasn’t sure when Caroline would arrive, but he’d keep an eye out for her. Pulling up the duty roster, he adjusted Inferno’s staffing for Saturday night.
“I’m not working the front door,” Razor announced, drawing his attention.
“Revenge run or checking IDs?” Wraith summed up his choices in a few words.
“Tomorrow? Lucien will insist I stay here to deal with any emergencies when the MC gets back,” Razor said, running a hand through his hair.
“Exactly. You’re good at the front door. I can read intentions, but you’ve got that fancy diploma to prove you have people radar,” Wraith pointed out before adding, “Tomorrow, Inferno will be short-staffed while we’re gone. Having you at the entrance will eliminate fifty percent of possible problems.”