Not Just His Old Lady

Chapter 8

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ing heavy and powerful in my hand. This is my chance. My chance t

m, but I see the opportunity. If I can run these businesses, make them pr

he main ledger. It's thick and worn. I feel a thri

o shop. They seem busy enough. Money should be flowing in. But the staff are evasive. The bar

open the ledger to the most r

mns for expenses are staggering. Rent for the

sses are running at a signifi

hs. Same story. A year. The same. The club'

y neck. How is this possible? The club i

I log into the club's main business account onl

. I feel the color

four thousand, seven hu

ver next week's pa

ash. Bikers always have cash. I frantically search the office, pulling o

a detail I'd overlooked. There's a recurring monthly

only thing that has been keeping the a

or years. The amount varies, but it's always ju

It's not a bank. It sounds

desk, ones Chloe must have overlooked in her haste. The let

umo

s last

from my lungs. I stumble back into the chair, the heavy l

's money has been supporting the club. The Iron Legion's legitimate business

the last one. It was the day before Jasp

ntrum. She handed me the keys to a sinking

ze. She gave me a bomb.

That quiet, elegant woman is more r

to Jasper. Admitting this would be admitting defeat

not let her win. I have to find a new way for t

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Not Just His Old Lady

Finley Steele Romance

“I was the respected Old Lady of the Iron Legion MC, managing all their legitimate businesses from the shadows for six years. But when my President boyfriend, Jasper, returned from a deadly run, he brought a woman on the back of his bike-my seat. "She's under the club's permanent protection now," he declared in front of everyone, elevating the widow to a status right beside mine. He created two queens for one throne. When her son knocked a pot of boiling chili onto my arm, leaving me with agonizing second-degree burns, Jasper rushed to comfort the uninjured, crying boy instead. His grandmother even scolded me in front of the whole club. "It was an accident! No need to make such a fuss." Later that night, Jasper confessed he owed Brandy his life and sanity, choosing his trauma bond with her over my years of quiet devotion. I finally understood that in his ledger of debts and duties, my sacrifices didn't even register. I couldn't compete with a ghost, nor the woman who walked through hell with him. So, I dropped my claim necklace on the floor and handed the club's account keys to the usurper. What they didn't know was that the club's businesses were completely bankrupt, secretly kept afloat for years solely by my family's trust fund. I cut the financial tow line, leaving them a ticking bomb, and walked away to watch his kingdom burn.”