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Chapter 35

MIRI

After the mayhem with Trix and the boys, who may happen to be called that by everyone, but let’s be honest—they are ghosts, I settle down to what I was doing.

The paperwork I had been working on is now done. Verifying that every detail was logged, all costs were visible, and preventing anyone from saying I handled something I wasn’t supposed to. I doubt that will happen, but you can’t be sure, and I’ve learned valuable lessons through the years that I won’t repeat.

After shutting the book and putting all my things into the briefcase Joker gave me as a present for becoming team boss, I glanced up when my name was called.

“Fuse, come to the office,” Tracker flicks his chin up for me to follow him, and of course, I do. I’m surprised I answer to his nickname because he calls me it rarely.

Following Tracker into his office I take a seat when he points toward the one near the window. He takes one opposite and sits back relaxed.

“Did you know I offered Trace, Vanessa, and Zack the opportunity to move here and open a diner in the club's name?”

I’m shocked because I had no idea. “No, I didn’t.”

“They have declined, for now at least. But if you think they are in danger, or need a change of location, I’m okay with them coming here. They helped when we needed it, and I won’t forget that. We can place another diner on the opposite side of town to Shelby’s place, and I know that side of town doesn’t always head her way. It is a little closer to head into the next town and use that diner. Which is a ‘Sloppy Joe’ place.”

“I speak to Vanessa each week. We have a thirty-minute chat every Sunday evening. She has said nothing to me about relocating to Kansas.” I frown as I try to think if in any conversation she has said anything to indicate this, but nothing is springing to mind.

“Well, if she mentions it to you just let her know it’s a genuine offer, and the club would be happy to open a diner in the club's name. We’d find them somewhere to live and help with the cost of relocation,” Tracker has leaned forward as he had been speaking, and I’m sure from his expression he is being genuine.

Before I can reply the door flies open, and Trix is dragged into the office surprising both myself and Tracker. Tracker scowls at the interruption, but Coin is the most surprising to me. He is vibrating with anger, and I’ve never seen him angry. It is scary to see the veins in his neck bulging, his face red and sweaty. What the heck is going on?

“Sorry to interrupt Pres but you need to know Trix here was seen leaving your house. Briony called me after she couldn’t get you on your phone. I ran over there and she has your watch in her grubby paw,” Coin throws Trix in front of Tracker, where she falls to her knees.

I jump to my feet and back away because I’m not getting involved in this. Trix springs to her feet, how I don’t know because the stripper heels she’s wearing would have me teetering off them and breaking an ankle. Trix dashes to the door. Which has me jumping in surprise when it slams closed in front of her. Now that door has closed all by itself, and not one of us is standing close enough to it to give even a notion that one of us did it.

Coin smirks, then chuckles, “Well, it seems our boys are in town.”

Oh my, that means the ghost boys are here. I step behind Tracker's desk, not touching it but giving myself distance between what the hell is going on here.

Tracker steps slowly towards Trix who cannot maintain her position. She scuttles away from him until her back hits the wall.

“Coin, get any officer in the clubhouse to Trix’s room, search it for anything that belongs to a brother. Once that is done, we throw the trash out, and you are the trash, Trix. If you ever come back, you’ll never be seen again. Do you understand?” Tracker is livid. I can see it in the way his body language is thrown, and the quiet yet intimidating tone of his voice.

“Yes,” Trix mumbles.

I’m surprised she’s not on her knees begging because the energy in here is suffocating.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” Tracker shouts.

Trix is looking anywhere but at Tracker, she does however speak up. “Yes, I understand.”

“Get her out of my sight, Coin. Make sure she is off club property as quickly as possible. Make sure also that everyone knows she is barred from any club businesses. Anyone that associates with her is barred as well. I’m done with all this fucking around with club whores, which is what they are. I’ll be bringing it to church soon, as to whether we keep them, or cut them loose.”

I watch as Coin drags Trix out of the office. I expel a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Turning to look at Tracker I see him pick up the watch from where Coin has placed it on his desk.

“Is it okay?” I ask, with some timidity I admit.

Looking up at me, Tracker nods. “Yeah, it’s good. But you know it’s a nasty thing when someone goes into your home and steals what matters to you.”

“Yeah,” I respond with all sincerity. “I know what that feels like.”

At that moment, Tracker and I understand each other's feelings. I don’t think it gives us any bond, but it comforts that someone understands.

“It was my grandfather's. It’s the only thing I have of his. A possession he wore all the time. It’s just a thing, but has meaning to me.”