Nicks pov
It's been a month since Luke became a wolf. That's what he keeps calling himself. I felt my phone vibrate,it was Sierra. We had started texting quite often because she wanted to know me so she knew if I was a threat or not. The text said, I need you to come to the hideout, it's important. I assumed it was about Luke since he was on a mission. I drove there and entered the building. It was still grand and beautiful but it was so much more empty. Sierra stood on the stage pacing back and forth. "You alright?" She jumped slighty then nodded. "The money isn't adding up." She walked off into the hallway and I followed. I entered her office and sat down. She handed me the box of money and stood behind me. I felt her breathe on my neck. "I counted over and over and I think we are 300 dollars short."
"Breathe Sierra, I'm sure it's all here." She nodded and walked to sit in her chair. For some reason she always listened to me. I smiled and started counting the money."We aren't short, in fact we are 100 dollars above what we need to pay everyone." She nodded but still seemed to be in thought. "Care to share why you have been so spaced out lately?" I had gotten more confident around her since our first meeting a month ago.
I was still nervous sometimes but I talked to her like I would a friend. She shook her head. "Just thinkin." She was pretty closed off. She never told me what she thought, if she was happy or if she was upset. It was always blank faces. I looked at her face, she was so beautiful. Her eyes like pools of chocolate. Her lips so perfect to kiss. I blushed. "Why is your face red?" I shook my head.
"It's um it's not!"
She chuckled, "yeah ok." She was just about to say something when someone knocked on the door. "Enter" a girl with blonde hair and bright blue eyes walked in. I then remembered her from the party. Lena, I think her name was. Behind her entered another woman. I had seen her before as well. She was one of Sierra's right hand men, well women. She was my height with short brown hair and bright green eyes. She had tattoos up her right arm and a lip piercing. She went by squirrel because of her obsession with the animal. At least that's what Marco told me. "What Happened?" Lena looked down, I noticed her hand was gushing blood. "This one, thought she could abandon what the orders were and leave with a guy!" I saw the anger in squirrel's eyes. "Not to mention this dude was the enemy and almost killed her ass!" Sierra raised an eyebrow and looked towards me,"Nick can you go count the money in that room?" I nodded and headed to the door in the back of the room. I was nervous for some reason. I had never been in this room. Once I had opened the door and closed it behind me, I surveyed the room. The walls were white with a gold diamond pattern. There was a black dresser and a small desk with a mirror. Directly in the middle was a big bed. The blankets were black and red with a huge headboard. This was her bedroom. I sat down at the small desk and counted the money. It only took 5 minutes so I decided to take a risk and look around the room. I opened the drawers and saw nothing but clothes until I got to the last drawer. Inside were a knife, a few pictures, a necklace, and a note. I picked up the knife first. The blade was black and on the handle was a paw print. I looked at the pictures next. One was of a little girl with a man. She looked to be about 4 and she was smiling up at him. This was Sierra! The man looked happy as well, this must be her dad. She looked like him. He had the same dark eyes and caramel skin. The last picture was of Squirrel and Sierra. They looked about 15 and squirrel was painting Sierra's nails. I smiled at the picture. How did this happy looking girl that was in the pictures become this ruthless cold leader? I looked at the necklace. It was the locket that she always wore. The last item was the note. I hesitated at first but eventually grabbed it.
"Dear cookie,
I'm sorry that I can't be here for your 16th birthday. You know I wish I was, but business is business. Not much I can do. Your mom would be proud of you. You have grown up to be a wonderful young woman. As gorgeous as your mother and as strong as me. Promise me you will never, be in the business I'm in. You deserve more than this shit. Remember I will always love you my cookie.
  Love dad"
Business he's in? What does that mean? My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. "What the hell are you doing?!"