That left our tech guy. I didn’t ask for a nomination. He was the only option, and no one could take his place.
“Things are going to be different here. Church won’t just be the officers; it will be everyone. We’re brothers. We do this shit together, or we don’t do it at all.”
“Together!” everyone shouted.
The men filed out at the end of the meeting, leaving me and Zombie in church. “You want to see your office?” he asked.
“I guess so. Not sure I’m ready for what I might find in there.”
“Probably not much. Stone was tipped off that we were coming and hightailed it out with Ballistic and the others. I’m sure he pulled anything incriminating.”
“Probably,” I agreed as I followed him down the hall. “We need to get someone in here to clean the place.”
“The club whores all took off when Stone did. Not sure what that was about, but we’ve been trying to recruit some new girls.”
“What do we have for prospects?”
“They took off too.”
I stopped in my tracks and looked at my new VP. “The prospects took off when Stone did? All of them?”
“Yup.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound shady as fuck, does it?”
We continued down the hall, and when I walked into the office, I dropped my chin to my chest and sighed. It was as though a tornado had come through and torn the room apart.
“Jesus Christ. Do me a favor, B, call a cleaning company and get someone here today to clean my room. If the office looks like this, I can just imagine what Steele’s room is like.”
“You got it, Prez.”
Zombie left me in the office, and my eyes moved around the room wondering where the fuck to start. I moved to the desk. Picking the chair up off the floor, I sat down and started going through the papers.
I picked up my phone and called Monty. A moment later he was at my door.
“What’s up?”
“Have you been through any of this shit?” I asked, holding random pieces of paper in my hand.
“I haven’t. I went through Goose’s office; found a few accounts the brothers didn’t know about. They were empty though.”
“Fuck, do we have any money left?”
Monty smiled. “Steele had his own account. As soon as B called me to tell me he was dead, I had Omen drain it.”
I looked up, surprised. “How much?”
“Five million, give or take.”
I whistled at the number. “So we have some breathing room.”
“More than just breathing room. I had Omen lock down the main account. Goose couldn’t get into it.”
“Thank fuck. Any idea where they went?”
“That we don’t know. But if they didn’t show up in Nebraska, it means they’re hiding.”
“Which means they could show up anywhere,” I muttered. “Thank you.”
