I waited in silence as Jorge clicked away on the keyboard, his fingers flying in all sorts of directions. I didn’t look at him again until he cursed. 

“Whoever did this is a freaking genius. I can get in. I can look around. I can access the history. But I can’t do anything else. We are, in essence, locked out. Of everything.”

I wiped my hand over my mouth and pushed to stand up and walked out. Jorge’s fingers went back to flying. Keith followed me silently down the stairs. 

As expected, BoBo was outside.

“Hey, boss. Nice to see you can walk straight. Your little friend was a little off balance when she left.”

Bingo. Just what I needed. “What time was that at? Tell me everything.”

A nervous look came over him as he tried to explain how he offered the ride and she refused. I wouldn’t have thought much of her need for privacy considering her opinions on security… and my thoughts stopped there.

I laughed, but it lacked all amusement. 

Both men just stared at me warily. “Find me everything you can on Fiona Reynolds.” I instructed Keith as I put my hand out.

BoBo handed me the keys to my car. Thankfully, he carried an extra set, in case I lost mine or needed a ride home. Mine were in my pants pocket. Which were most likely sitting in that elevator with all my other clothes. 

Jorge was still in the office, looking pale and half-dead when I walked in later that night. I forced him away from the computer, and to eat something before laying him on the couch. He was still asleep when I went home that night. But back at it on Sunday morning. 

Sunday night we had a fight scheduled. Things in the club had been interesting, what with our computer systems on complete lock-down. Jorge managed to get approval from the system for us to at least take credit cards in the bar. Keith went out before we opened on Saturday and bought about a dozen lock boxes. I was not thrilled. But we needed to lock cash payments up somehow. 

I was starting to regret my decision to not use actual registers in my club. 

The poker games weren’t too big of a deal, just more low-key than normal. We used a mini card reader, Keith’s personal tablet (it was a good thing I trusted him), and a lock box for cash. 

The tricky part was going to be the fights. A lot more people were involved. A lot more money. And tension would be running high. 

BoBo increased security at the fights. Rebecca and Keith were the only ones with the key to the cash boxes - we usually brought in a lot of cash during fight nights.

Needless to say, my nerves were at an all-time high just minutes before the fights were set to start. 

I paced the room, not being able to stand still anywhere, wary of something happening. Of someone finding out we were vulnerable at the moment. 

As though my fears sprang him to life, Ivan placed himself in front of me.

“Why extra men tonight, Dillan? You expecting trouble?” His eyebrows were creased, and his men stood at attention.

I forced out a small chuckle. “No, but one can never be too safe.”

“Your girl not running money like normal. Why everyone tense tonight?”

I held my position firm, not giving off any sign of trouble, only irritation.

“We are not expecting trouble tonight, Ivan. Anything else that may or may not be going on is of no consequence to you. This is my business, not yours. You and your men can stay and bet, enjoy the fights. Or you can head up to the club and enjoy some good music, liquor, and a little company. It’s your choice. But stay out of my business or you may not be as free to roam around as you are now.”

Ivan frowned, catching my not-so-subtle threat. He wasn’t fond of the reminder that he did not control me. The Russians did not have a dog in the fights tonight. He had no need to be here, or in my business. He looked at his men, and around the room again at all of my men. 

“We will not be involved with anything tonight. Or for a while. Give you time to clean up mess. When you realize you in over head, come see me.” With a nod, he and his goons headed for the back entrance to the club.