Page 12 of Echoes of Obsession
“It’s unlikely,” Knox answers. “I’ve checked all of their employees, and it’s the same as the ones at The Cage. However, I did contact them and told them what was happening. From now on, any refunds will be made via check and handed directly to Ghost or Hayes.”
I rub my hand down my face in frustration.
“Maybe we should close down until we get shit figured out,” I say, feeling so fucking tired.
“I honestly don’t believe it’s any of your workers, Ghost,” Knox says. “Someone is messing with you using the good old internet. However, Emily and I have a plan.”
I walk over to Knox’s little fridge, which he keeps next to his desk, and grab a beer. He doesn’t really drink them but keeps them handy for me.
“Go on,” I say, retaking my seat.
“Okay, so the bar is closed tomorrow because of the fight, right?”
Fuck. I forgot all about there being a match tomorrow. I host not-so-legal cage fights beneath my club, which is why I called the place The Cage to begin with. The fights take place below in the Undercage.
“Yeah,” I answer.
“Em and I are going to add layers of protection to your computers,” he says. “We’re going to make it unhackable, and you can place all the orders you want without anyone being able to change them.”
“Knox, I barely know how to use the damn thing as it is,” I sigh.
“Don’t worry,” he laughs. “Nothing will change on your end. I truly believe that someone is doing this through hacking. Em’s going to protect the system and I’m going to make a virus that will track anyone who so much as looks at your IP address.”
“What the hell is an IP address?” Jax asks.
“One more month,” I say. “If more money goes missing, I’m shutting the damn place down.”
“We’re going to figure this out, brother,” Steel says. “And when we do, you’re going to hire a manager and take a step back. You have too much shit on your shoulders.”
I don’t respond because he’s right. I’ve been meaning to hire a manager for years, but apparently, I have a hard head and want to do everything for myself.
“If you don’t hire one, I’ll tell Ma that you’re running yourself into the ground.”
I glare at Hawk.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I growl.
He simply relaxes back in his chair and smiles.
“In a freaking heartbeat, big brother,” he says cheerfully.
Ma may be in her sixties, but she’s not afraid to pull me by my ear in front of the whole damn club and ground my ass.
“I’ll hire a manager once everything gets figured out,” I say. “No need to bring Ma into it.”
Everyone laughs, and I slam the gavel to end this damn meeting.
Chapter Four
Amara
“Hello, this is Amara. The one who peed on your couch. Did you ever get a chance to get it cleaned? I’m still waiting for the bill. And, sorry, again. You know… for… uhm… well, peeing on your couch. Oh, I don’t think I paid for my drinks, either. Man, you probably hate me. Or you most likely don’t even remember who I am and plan to put out a restraining order on the rando who texted you. Sorry. Okay, bye.”
I’m mortified as I read back the message that I’ve already sent. Why can’t texts have an edit button?
“Morning, babe.”
“Oh, I’m the one with the dog. You know, big girl, golden dog, peed on your couch? Oh, and you took me home and met my ex and daughter. Sorry if you thought I was someone else.”