“How do you know that?” To me, they look like nothing more than random numbers.
He shrugs. “Pop was the club accountant, until the day he died. I spent half my life watching him deal with this shit.”
That’s true, never knew why Rollo didn’t take up his position. “Why’s this so important?”
He scrolls back to the top of the page and points to the first number. “This here is the club’s main account. It’s been the same since I was a kid. Pop always kept two shadow accounts to help clean the money, but no fucking way would the club have this many.”
I look at the computer and start counting. I stop when I reach sixty-two; I hadn’t even counted half of them. “Then what are the rest of them?”
“I’m not sure what in the hell they are, but I’m thinking we better find out where the hell the club’s money is. With this many accounts, he’s either spreading the money far and wide or he’s laundering money for someone outside of the club.”
Fuck! This is the last thing I need. The Italians have come to our club more than once, asking us to clean their money for them. Each time, the club voted it down. If Cash went ahead with the deal, the club is involved in some deep shit. “Where’s Red? He’s the club accountant. He should be able to tell us what this shit is.”
He shrugs again. Then answers in a voice that filled with anger. “He hasn’t got back from picking up Lila. I tried to call him before I went to find you. He’s not answering his phone”
The fact that Red hasn’t checked in bothers me and by the sound of Rollo’s voice, it’s bothering him too. I decide to deal with that later; I got enough problems to handle right now. “How did you even find this shit?”
“You told me to see if I could figure out how in the hell Cash found out about Shay’s husband.”
“That bastard is not her husband,” I growl out.
“What the fuck ever,” He mumbles before going on. “I came in here to see if I could find anything. I was looking through the papers and hit the mouse. The computer just came on and this shit popped up.”
I study the computer a moment more before deciding this is something else that I’ll have to deal with later. “Did you find anything else?”
“Not yet, but I’m still looking.”
“Leave that shit for Red. He can handle it when he gets back.” I take a step back preparing to go back to Shay. “Let me know if you find anything.”
Rollo’s voice stops me from leaving. “I thought of something that you might want to know about.”
I wait for him to go on, but he doesn’t. I swear talking to him is like pulling fucking teeth. “What the fuck man? Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I saw Red with Domino a few days before we left for Alabama,” He says with a shake of his head. “She was sucking him off in the storeroom.”
“Who the hell cares? She gives head like a pro; you and I both know that.” Yeah, Red is married but he doesn’t consider club pussy cheating. Doubt that Lila would feel the same, but that’s none of my fucking business.
“Domino has put a lock on that shit. Since she started calling herself Cash’s Old Lady, she’s not giving anyone any of her pussy.” He leans back in his chair and meets my eyes. “Something just wasn’t right about it. When I walked in, he jumped away from her like she was on fire. I swear he had his dick in his pants, before I even got the door all the way open.”
“Still not following you, brother,” I say with a shrug. “I really don’t give a shit about who sucks Red’s dick.”
“I’m telling you, man, there was something off about that scene. You know the man, he doesn’t give a shit about who sees him getting his rocks off.”
I shake my head, still not caring about this shit. “Not seeing the problem.”
“Red ain’t been acting right since we got back from our first run to Alabama.” He seems hesitant when he says, “Saw him having a few heart to hearts with Cash too. Each time, he would come to me and bitch about the old bastard. Looking back, I think he may have been covering his tracks.”
I shake my head, not wanting to agree with him, but I’ve been feeling the same thing too. The fact that he didn’t know Cash was back in town bothered the shit out of me. Granted, he couldn’t track Cash’s every move, but I can guarantee that everyone knew the Savage Outlaws president was back the second he drove over the city limits.
“Anything else?” I ask, even though I know there is more or Rollo would have never brought it to my attention. A blow job from a club whore and a chat with the Pres isn’t enough to make him question our friend’s loyalty.