Alpha & Omega (Alpha's Rejects #4)

I counted the money from the till and sorted through the credit card receipts, setting aside the tips for my staff—my family, my crew. It had been a decent, busy night, but Fridays usually were, especially if the local band was well known. Alpha’s Rejects could quickly fill to capacity. I made the most money on Thursdays through Saturdays, but I struggled to bring in enough cash for the rest of the week.

I needed the money more than ever. Between the increase in my business insurance and rent, the increase in my apartment rent, and the hospital bills I was still paying off for Tony, my foster brother, Stone, and Nacho, the financial pinch was starting to hurt.

Everyone seriously needed to stay healthy from now on. Regardless, I would help them again in a second if they needed me. My ‘Rejects’ had no one else but me and each other, and only I did the best financially. Well… I had been until the beginning of last October when Tony crashed his bike. Everything went downhill from there. I’d thought about opening up the bar earlier in the day, but Alpha’s didn’t get enough of a crowd to justify hiring more staff for those hours.

Pushing aside negative thoughts, I shoved the money for the night into a bank bag, which I would deposit at the bank on Monday morning.