Damn it, it’s Randy.
“Hello?” I murmured as I answered the phone call.
“Where in the fuck are you, Aria?”
I rolled my eyes as I stood to my feet. “Just went out to get something to drink. You want anything? You hungry?”
“Your lunch break isn’t for another hour. Now, get back here or your job is mine. Got it?”
I rolled my eyes. “Heading back now, sir.”
“Good. See you in two minutes. At least, it better be two minutes.”
I picked up the pace as I took a sharp left onto the sidewalk.
“And if I figure out that you’re really at Heist instead of doing whatever the fuck kind of bullshit lie it is that you’re feeding me, you’re fired on the spot. Understood?”
The second he murmured those words, I froze. Who in the fucking hell did that asshole think he was? For one, the station I worked for was small-time on their BEST day. They certainly didn't have the notoriety to be talking to me like that.
So, I turned back toward the club and watched as three leather-vested men pulled up on their motorcycles. “You know what? I think I’ll take my lunch break now. And if the News Director above you wonders why? I’ll tell him exactly what you just said.”
“Aria, I’m not kidding. You get back right now or I’ll—”
I smiled. “See you soon, sir!”
Then, I hung up the phone, turned it on silent, and made my way straight for the leather vests.
Because for some reason, they struck me as men with knowledge of what the fuck was happening.
And I had a curiosity that needed to be satiated.
THREE
BENDER
Just as Reaper and Fangs pulled up, I stepped out onto the front steps of the club. The billionaire’s men had obtained his body as well as his escort’s body before the cops could show up while Viper and Angel dealt with Mora’s remains. I had just finished piling that drugged-up woman into a taxi and paid the female driver double to make sure she got up to her room safely. Once the bodies had been concealed before the police ultimately showed up, that spindly little man in a black suit with a mouth the size of God stormed up to me.
“We want access to all of your security camera footage from tonight. Understood?”
I tilted my head. “No.”
The man blinked. “Our client didn’t donate two million dollars to the opening of this club for nothing. See to it that we get our footage.”
I furrowed my brow. “No.”
The man snarled. “In the contract we signed—”
“Funny you bring that up because in the contract you signed, it stipulates that all rights to any video footage are relinquished the second your client stepped through those doors. You have a client and a reputation to protect, but we have a business to protect. Your client understood that. It’s best that you get on board as well. We’ll keep you abreast of our investigation, but we’re almost certain we know what happened.”
“Care to fill me in then?” the man practically growled.
That was when Angel cut in. “Once we have all of the facts and interviews at our disposal, you’ll get every single thing we have in our files. All of it. But right now, you guys have a family to notify, as do we.”
The man pointed at Angel’s face. “You’re going to pay for what happened here. The lack of security in this fucking place has always been a point of contention for me. We’ll sue you into the ground if that’s what it takes, because for all we know, it was a targeted inside job.”
“Say that again to my face,” I growled.
Angel held up his hand. “We can hash this out another time. But right now, there are news vans sitting at stop lights and we need to wrap this up.”
