Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Wait, what?
Does the club make fake cash?
For what?
Do I even want to know?
I’m not sure I do.
“Show me that cash,” Riggs orders.
Beckett reaches down to a bag sitting on the ground beside Poppy, and he shoves his hand in, pulling out a bundle of cash. He tosses it at Riggs, who starts inspecting it. I have no idea what he could possibly be looking for? How do you tell if cash is fake or real? To me, that looks perfectly real. Can people tell if it’s not? Shops? I have no idea how this all works.
“You made this?” Riggs asks, looking at Poppy with an impressed expression on his face.
Obviously the money is good.
Poppy nods.
“Why would you be takin’ my cash?”
Poppy shrugs. “You’re a club. I know you do illegal shit. I’ve been interested in counterfeit money for quite some time. I won’t share how or why. Either way, I have sources that told me you make it, so I wanted to get hold of it. I watched, I figured it out, I found where you were selling, and I stole it. Then, I tried my hand at making it better.”
“And you weren’t plannin’ on giving it back?”
Poppy shrugs. “I didn’t think you’d find me. I was doing it for myself.”
“What for?”
“Does it matter?”
Riggs looks to Beckett. “Your call, brother. You decide what you want to do here. You were the one who found her and you’re in charge of this side of things, so it’s up to you what move we make next.”
Beckett narrows his eyes. “She fuckin’ stole from us.”
Riggs nods. “Yeah, she did. You can decide what we do with her.”
Wait a second.
If they mean hurt her, I’ll lose my shit.
Surely they’re not going to do something like that?
She’s a girl for crying out loud.
“What do you mean do with her?” I say, crossing my arms. “You let her go.”
“Not how it works,” Adan informs me. “Sorry.”
“She’s a girl.”
He gives me a hard look. “She’s a criminal.”
I glare at the man I love, and he glares right back.
When it comes to the club, we don’t get a say so. I know this, but oh, it’s frustrating.
“If I might add,” Hank says from a quiet spot in the corner. “I say we use her.”
Beckett looks at him. “Explain.”
“That cash looks good. We make it, and we sell it for triple the amount. We make a fuckin’ fortune.”
They’re selling it?
Makes sense.
“Not a bad idea,” Riggs nods, looking to Beckett. “Still, it’s your call.”
Beckett thinks about it, and then he looks to Poppy. “You make us back what you stole, plus interest, and we’ll let you go.”
Poppy shakes her head. “You want me to show you how to make money, so you can go on and make millions from it, and I miss out? Sorry, leather dude, it’s not happening.”
I bite my lip again.
She’s hilarious.
“You take a cut of the first sale,” Beckett goes on. “Then we let you go, and if you want to make and sell it somewhere else, that’s on you. Deal or not? It’s not fuckin’ negotiable.”
Poppy purses her lips. “And while I’m making this money, I stay here?”
Beckett nods.
“Do I get my own room? Food?”
Beckett nods again.
Poppy shrugs. “Sounds good to me.”
“It won’t be a walk in the fuckin’ park,” Riggs adds. “Don’t trust you, so you’ll be in Beckett’s care the entire time. One wrong move and we do it my way. Trust me, lady, you won’t like what I would do to you.”
Both Beckett and Poppy look to Riggs with horror.
“You want me to fuckin’ babysit her?” Beckett growls.
That’s all they picked up from that?
Riggs nods sharply. “Call it what you will. You won’t leave her side.”
Beckett looks like he’s going to bust a top. “You can’t be fuckin’ serious.”
Riggs nods. “It’s how it goes.”
I look to Eve, who gives me an ‘uh oh’ expression.
Well.
This should be fun.
“SHE’S NONE OF YOUR concern,” Adan tells me as I prepare our dinner later that night.
I chop into a carrot and stop, staring at him. “I mean, she kind of is. We girls have to stick together.”
“You don’t even know her, babe. She could be anyone.”
“She could also be a girl who has had a hard life, is smart, and knows how to get what she wants. I mean, anyone who has been able to make money the way she did is pretty clever, right?”
Adan gives a half shrug. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Still, we don’t know fuck all about her. Stay away until we do.”
I hold up a green bean. “Can’t promise that I’m afraid.”
He gives me a look.
I smile at him.
After all, I like Poppy and I think she has some really cool stories to tell. She is certainly the type who would keep you entertained for hours with the life she’s lived. I can’t wait to sit down and find out more. I really can’t.