Page 28 of Marked By Myth

“Do you think you can handle keeping any enemies out if I give that order?” I barked at them, shoving my gun in my waistband.

“Yes, Prez.”

I headed toward the clubhouse, down to my bedroom where I saw the scrunched up note on the bed. A smirk landed on my face when I saw the opened lockbox.

Fucking hell. I knew I should have changed that code. Then again, she’d been the only one to know this secret of mine. The fact she handed back the gun for Flash to give to me told me she still loved me.

She knew the history of that gun. She knew I’d be broken if it was lost or taken.

But she was definitely pissed off.

I slid my phone from my pocket and called the only one who could help me. Frenzy answered almost immediately.

“What’s up, Prez?”

“Roxana Henning,” I said. “I want you to hack into her bank accounts.”

“Sure. And?”

“Do you have them?”

“Yeah, of course.” How could I think he wouldn’t have had it handled already? It’s why he worked for us. “What you need?”

“Drain them. Move the money to my account.”

“Give me a sec.”

I waited for confirmation, a sly smirk making its way on my face. She may think she was leaving Australia, but there was no way in hell I’d let that happen. She was mine.

“Done.”

“Look for flights under that name to London.”

After a beat, he responded, “None under that name.”

“Any under Roxana period to London?”

“Nope. But there’s someone who’s been looking for Roxana Henning from London, it came up when I searched for her.”

“Who?”

“Beckett Martin, looks like someone she lives with.”

“When did he search last?”

“Last night. Looks like he booked a flight to Sydney though.”

“Thanks.”

I hung up, wondering if he’d have the balls to come to the clubhouse and face me. If he would come to face me for Rox. He’d not succeed, but I’d be impressed.

I put my gun away, locking the box up again, and headed out to the clubhouse main room. Most of the boys were around, chatting and focusing on their jobs for the day. Doom and Fang were sitting by the bar, both smirking toward me. The fuckers.

“You lot have anything interesting to tell me?” I barked at them, annoyed they were seeing me so up in arms. This was not how I thought my afternoon would be going.

“Nothing on the Scorpions,” Doom added. “But I have some of the boys checking it out. Cowboy offered to do some walking for us.”

I nodded. Cowboy was good at what he did. A tracker by nature, he could always get shit sorted on one of his “walks”.