25. Rogue
“They’re fine, bro.”
I absently nod at Abyss. We’re sitting at the bar in the clubhouse, and I can’t stop thinking about Skye living it up in Vegas. I agree with Soul that Skye isn’t in danger because of the money theft, but shit… Vegas? A lot of bad shit can go down there.
“This is why I ordered Mark and Zach to go with them,” Soul says, slapping me on the back. “Besides, they’ve all proven they can handle themselves.”
“So you’re not worried about the mother of your child?” I counter.
He shakes his head. “Not really, no.”
“What if some drun?—”
My phone pings with a notification, and I press my lips together while I dig it out of my pocket.
“See, Rogue,” Abyss says. “I bet that’s Skye now, and things are perfectly fine.”
When I open the text, my blood boils.
Mark: This is not what we signed up for…
There’s a picture attached to the message, and it’s of Skye with her arms stretched out in front of her toward the barely covered cock of a man on a stage. I flip the cell around to show Soul and Abyss.
“Perfectly fine, huh?” I snap.
“Where the hell are they?” Soul demands as he pulls out his own cell. He taps the screen a few times and holds the device up to his ear. “What the fuck is going on? I told you to watch them… No, it’s not okay… I swear, if anything… Yeah… You better.”
He disconnects the call and frowns.
“What’s wrong?” Abyss asks.
“They’re at Thunder Down Under,” Soul replies absently.
“Who’s there?” Jacob asks as he stands across the bar from us.
“Our women,” Abyss snarls.
“Damn.” Jacob whistles. “And you’re okay with that?”
“Hell, no, we’re not okay with it,” I bark.
“Wait a sec,” Jacob says. “Since when do you have a woman?”
I heave a sigh. “Since now.”
“This just keeps getting better and better,” the prospect says with a laugh.
“Get us some beers,” Soul orders.
Jacob lifts his hands in mock surrender and moves to do Soul’s bidding. Just as he sets the cold bottles in front of us, Fort comes racing into the room like his ass is on fire.
My stomach drops. “What’s wrong?”
Fort lifts the tablet in his hand. “We got something.”
Girl’s night escapades forgotten, at least momentarily, Soul, Abyss, and I gather around a table to look at what he found.
“Right here,” Fort says, pointing to the screen. “They hacked Skye’s account and withdrew some of the money. See that?”
“Yeah,” I say. “But how does that get us anywhere?”
“Remember, Jez planted a trojan horse virus,” he explains. “I should be able to trace this withdrawal back to the source.”
“Should be able to?” Soul asks.
“Yes,” Fort concurs. “Should. Nothing is guaranteed.”
“Then why are you not trying to figure this out?” I bark.
“Relax, Rogue,” Fort says, placing a hand on my arm. “The virus will do the work for me. For now, we wait.”
I groan. “I don’t like waiting.”
Fort huffs out a laugh. “No shit. But trust me, we’ll get ‘em.”
The tech guru returns to what I’ve dubbed his lair, and several hours pass with no new information. What does happen is my brothers and I receive numerous texts from Mark and Zach about the girls’ night. If I have to look at one more half-naked man, I’m gonna puke.
“At least they”re having a good time,” Zippy jokes, flicking his damn lighter open and closed.
The rest of the club has joined us in the common room, and those brothers who are unattached are getting a kick out of our frustration with what’s happening in Vegas.
“Mel is so getting a mouthful when she gets home,” Abyss gripes.
“I’m sure she is,” Knuckles says with a laugh.
“Violet gonna get a lesson in obedience,” Grim signs, his mouth set in a scowl.
“Skye’s getting bent over my knee and spanked,” I state. “Her eyes are for my dick only.”
“And it’s official,” Malice says.
“What?”
“You’re claiming her.”
“So?” I counter.
“How does she feel about your more intense bedroom antics?” Thorn asks.
I’ve never kept it a secret from my brothers that I’m a dom. We don’t discuss it on a regular basis, but men talk, especially about sex.
I grin. “Loves them.”
“For the love of…” Thorn shakes his head. “You’ve all dropped like flies. Who’s next?”
“Not it,” Zippy says.
“Definitely not me,” Knuckles adds.
“Don’t look at me,” Lock bites out.
“I’m not droppin’,” Thorn states matter-of-factly.
“Yo, Prez!”
We all whirl around in the direction of Fort’s voice. My shoulders tense with expectation.
“Whaddya got?” Soul asks.
“Another deposit was made a minute ago,” Fort explains. “It was only a few hundred bucks, but still.”
“Have you figured out who the hell is behind all this yet?” I demand.
Fort’s expression falls as he shakes his head. “It was a cash deposit this time, so no, sorry. And whoever is behind the electronic transfers discovered the trojan horse. I’m working on other tactics, but it’s gonna take time.”
“We don’t have time,” I snap.
Soul grips my shoulder. “Breathe, Rogue. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
Famous last words.