“Five million.”
I looked over at Fangs and Viper before I chuckled. “You’re kidding, right? Your client didn’t even put in that—”
“Five million,” the man said as he took a step closer to us, “or we go to the police.”
Fangs grinned. “And tell them what? That your client, who just so happens to be part of the mafia, was killed in our club? Do you even know what kind of documentation we ask for when high-end clientele sign up to donate to our services?”
“Proof,” Viper said before the man could answer. “We ask for proof of their crimes for moments just like this one.”
The man in the black suit blinked. “I’m sure our lawyers can find ways around that.”
Fangs scoffed as he walked toward the man. “Around the proof we already have? I dare you to blackmail us out of money. In fact, I hope you do. I hope you run to them like a scared little girl and come after us because I’ve been dying to release some of these documents onto the internet. I’ve beendyingto give the police some of what we know about your particular client.”
The man in the black suit held his nose high in the air. “This isn’t the last you’ll see of us.”
Fangs snarled. “I’m counting on it.”
And after they climbed back into their vehicles, they backed down the alleyway and sped off.
Before Fangs’s cell phone rang in his pocket.
“What?” he asked as he answered.
I took a peek at his cell phone long enough to know that it was Officer Donovan from the police precinct. Viper and I turned around only to see that the Devil’s Rage had tucked tail and run like the sniveling little pussies they were, and I locked my fingers behind my head. I stretched my back. I listened as Fangs practically growled into the cell phone, and I wondered what the hell we’d have to field next before we could all get some god damn sleep.
And when he hung up his cell phone, Fangs squeezed it so hard that the outer plastic case cracked.
“What?” Viper asked.
Fangs drew in a deep breath. “The police already have enough to do a walk-through of Heist.”
“Shit,” I hissed.
Viper shrugged. “There’s always pressure from the public to do shit like that. It’s why we have an on-demand clean-up crew.”
Fangs shook his head. “A walk-through means they’re inches closer to opening up an investigation on us. And if that happens?”
I slid my hands through my hair. “What else did he say?”
Fangs closed his eyes. “He also said that an anonymous tip came in of someone being killed at the club.”
“Anonymous, my ass,” I hissed.
“We should go to the club then,” Viper said.
Fangs pulled his phone back out and started texting. “I’m filling the rest of the guys in. They’ll get there sooner than we do. Let’s go.”
Even though we’d had cleaning crews in and out all damn day trying to fix up the place before police stepped foot in it, it didn’t stop me from worrying about things. It had been a hell of a long time since anything we had gotten ourselves into had escalated that far, or even that quickly. By the time we pulled up to the front of the place, caution tape had already roped off the block. Cops swarmed in and out of the front doors, both Angel and Reaper already being questioned.
“God damn it,” Fangs growled.
“You!” someone barked.
I turned my head toward the voice and found a police officer pointing at me. “You. We need to talk.”
I swung my leg around my bike and put down the kickstand before leaning against it. “Yes, Officer?”
He narrowed his eyes before he brought out his pen and notepad. “We know the club was on lockdown prior to this incident. Why?”
