The next morning, Ivy woke up to shouting.
Not angry shouting.
Not fighting.
Just loud.
Very loud.
She groaned and buried her face deeper into the pillow.
A second later, another yell echoed from downstairs.
Then laughter.
Then someone yelling again.
“FOR THE LAST TIME, THAT’S NOT HOW TAXES WORK!”
Ivy blinked.
What?
Curiosity won.
She dragged herself out of bed, changed clothes, and headed downstairs.
The moment she stepped into the bar, she found chaos.
Luca was standing on a chair.
Ghost sat at a table looking completely dead inside.
Three other bikers were arguing over paperwork.
Maria stood behind the counter drinking coffee and pretending none of this concerned her.
“What happened?” Ivy asked.
Maria pointed at Luca.
“He discovered accounting.”
“I discovered corru
