I nodded. Yeah, I had noticed it was always a little off. But mistakes happened. That didn’t necessarily mean someone was stealing. “She’s new, are we sure it’s not just honest mistakes?”
I didn’t particularly like Kelly, and not just because she hung off Fang whenever he was in more than any other woman in his little skank harem, but I couldn’t bring myself to think she was a thief either.
“We are down almost two hundred tonight, Gypsy, that isn’t a mistake.”
Damn it. I slapped my hands down on the floor, making my palms sting.
“Are we too late for a drink?” A deep male voice boomed, and I flinched.
Fang. He knew damn well he was too late. Just like he knew he could turn up and have a drink any time he wanted on account of owning half the place.
“Sure...” Pushing myself upright. I turned towards the door. “We can get you a drink…or five or six.” Open-mouthed, I watched the members of the Savage Sons file in behind their president.
“Sylvia can you-”
“I can get them!” Kelly came rushing out the back room, her cheeks flushed. “I don’t mind working late, Gypsy.”
Her youthful exuberance was grating on my last nerve. It might be good behind the bar, but her flirty demeanour would only get her so far with me. Stealing was out of the question.
“Drinks, Gypsy. I am dying of thirst over here.” Fang's eyes travelled up my bare legs, lingering as they went. It was like he was undressing me with his eyes. My cheeks flamed as my core clenched.
“You look good tonight, Gypsy,” Fang murmured, and for a second it was like the room disappeared. There was just me and him.
“I took a shower.”
The shock on his face was almost comical.
Did he really expect that I wouldn’t throw his remarks at the party back at him at every possible opportunity? He hadn’t just said some mean things, he had humiliated me. All because I didn’t dress or act the way he thought I should.
“Sylvia, I know you are…”
“No problem, I’ll serve them.”
Behind me, Kelly stomped her foot. “I just said I don’t mind serving Fang and the boys.”
Turning to her, I jutted my chin towards the back room. “I need to talk to you in private Kelly.”
Apprehension filled her eyes for a moment before she straightened her shoulders. “Why?”
Sighing, I leant back on the bar, my arms crossed over my chest. “I would rather we do this in private.”
“I haven’t done anything wrong.” Guilt was written all over her young face.
“Fine, we will do it here if you don’t want privacy. I’m going to only ask this once. Have you been stealing from the Otter?”
Her face twisted, anger making her cheeks flame. Around us, the members of the Sons fell silent. You could have heard a pin drop.
She was guilty. I could see it in the way her eyes shifted nervously towards Fang.
“No point looking at him lovely, I’m the one asking the question.”
“I haven’t stolen anything. Why the fuck would I want anything from this dump?”
Taking a deep breath, I readied myself for the hysterics I knew were coming. How many times had I seen my dad do this when I was growing up? Dozens. The accused always went into hysterics.
“Then you won’t mind me searching your bag, right?”
Kelly reeled backwards. “You can’t do that. I have rights and…you never liked me. And I know why, it’s because you are jealous.”
