CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

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Jax drives us to Patrick's office and while we're in the waiting room he looks around "This place is pretty flash."

I nod and continue to rock the pushchair Abel's sitting in "I guess that happens when he does what he does so well. He specialises in trusts. He's primarily a lawyer but he's also involved in stock portfolios."

His secretary picks up the phone as it rings and looks up gesturing us down the hall "He's ready now."

I giggle as I get up and walk down the deeply carpeted hall. Pushing Patrick's door open at the end of the hall he looks up "Sorry. Bloody clients who want to change an entire contract two days before it's due to be signed."

I shrug and take one of the seats, leaving the other to Jax, and get Abel out of the pushchair before looking back up "But you know you'll get it done cause you're awesome."

Patrick snorts and nods "Damn straight I am. Now, this email."

Jax lifts his hand "I still have no idea what email anyone is talking about."

Patrick chuckles "It's right here." He gestures to his seat and Jax gets up, walking around the table then bending over to look at the screen closer.

Returning to his feet he shrugs "Wouldn't know her if I fell over her."

I roll my eyes towards the ceiling "You did fall over her, and your dick fell in her. What we're trying to work out is who the fuck sent it. Don't give two shits who it is, where it was taken I just want to know who was dumb enough to think I wouldn't notice that it was ages ago."

Patrick looks over at me and snickers "Seems it's a bit of a sore spot?"

I shake my head "No, not really. I'm just interested in where it came from."

Patrick frowns "Well you might want to be concerned given I found out where it came from."

Jax looks between me and Patrick and clears his throat "So where did it come from?"

Leaning back into his seat he crosses his hands over his desk pad and pauses "Somewhere that may want to cause issues between you as a way to get information."

"Huh? Information about what?" I say, truly drawing a blank.

"I had to go to one of the more sneaky tracers to find where it came from, but turns out it came from a governmental office." Patrick says, his eyes flicking between mine and Jax as he speaks "It was the ATF office in San Francisco."

Jax frowns deeply and looks at me with a question in his eyes. Turning to Patrick I lift my eyebrow "Anything in this office is covered by attorney client privilege right?"

He nods "Of course, you've been my client for 4 years and you added Jax to all your files which made him my client as well. But, do you need me to give you a minute?"

I nod and watch as he leaves his office "I'll go get coffee, be back in 5."

As soon as the door is shut Jax is speaking "I don't know why they sent that babe. As far as we know there's nothing active with ATF for us."

I shrug, getting up and crossing the two steps waiting for Jax to adjust his legs before sitting on his lap, draping my legs over the arm of the chair "I don't care if they do baby. ATF can try and fuck with my head all they like; I don't know shit about anything to do with what the club does, apart from Caracara and BV when it gets set up." Jax goes to open his mouth but I shrug "And I have no desire to know anything about what you do unless it matters to me on a personal basis."

Jax grins and leans forward to kiss me "I know babe, and you know it's all a need-to-know thing."

"And most of it I don't need-to-know. I know." Kissing his bottom lip lightly I stay on his knee while the rest of the 5 minutes pass, the door opening quietly and Patrick asking if it's safe makes me laugh as I get to my feet "It's fine." I call to him as I sit back down in my own seat.

The next hour is spent going over paperwork, signing forms directing the next 10 years of donations. Earmarking it all to go to charities for children, working through the list of charities takes us a few minutes, picking ones for children born prematurely, then one for children born with addictions, then children born with the same heart condition that Abel and Jax were both born with, Jax and I debate a bit over the last two before deciding to let the fourth and fifth to be sent to a fund for pregnant women with addiction issues and the last year to be sent to a fund which assists step-parents with adoption costs. Jax grins when I tell him he can pick the following five years, which he simply says that they should be sent to charities for returned services.

Patrick makes note of that then looks up "Any particular charities?"

Jax shrugs "Nah, just make sure they're country wide, not just state."

Patrick nods again and we move on to the next thing he had written down which was where to send the latest lot of interest due shortly. Looking over at Jax I frown "How much more capital does BV need before it's up and running?"

Jax shrugs "Dunno babe." He mutters turning back to Abel and playing with the car on his leg.

Snorting with the lack of interest he's showing I drag my seat behind Patrick's desk and pull his laptop towards myself. It takes me less than 15 minutes to work out how much the porn house has already cost and my eyes widen a little.

Jax looks up and takes in my startled expression "You okay?"

I shake my head in disbelief "How much more stuff do you need to buy for BV?"

"Nothin' it's all brought, delivered and waiting to be installed. There may be some more tech shit that Juicy boy needs but I dunno." He replies. "Why?"

"Have you been buying gold plated stuff?" Jax shakes his head in confusion "Nah. Juice has been ordering all the tech stuff though and making sure that the cameras do exactly what he wants means he ordered like 4 different types."

I nod, looking back toward the list of transactions "So the 30 thousand dollar transaction would be tech stuff for the house?"

Jax's head shoots up "How much!?"

"That's what I thought baby. There's an 30 thousand dollar transaction here and the note on the payment simply says 'BV tech'."

Jax has his phone out of his pocket before I've finished the sentence "Juice. Sarah's gotta question for you." He tosses his phone to me and I narrow my eyes at him and pick it up.

"When you ordered the tech stuff for the house exactly what did you order?"

"Umm, TV, DVD and sounds for the living room, laptops for each of the bedrooms plus two for the dead space and one spare, cabling, connections, cameras." He stutters "Why?"

"How many cameras?" I'm trying to get an idea of why the cost was so high.

"Two cameras per bathroom, there's two bathrooms. Four daytime camera's per bedroom, three for the kitchen, five for the living room plus two night vision ones per bedroom and living areas. Then there's the outside ones, we've got eight motion detecting ones, one on each corner plus one above the front and back door, and two above the garage door."

I've been running a tally and when he finishes I add up the numbers "So you brought 54 cameras?"

Juice clears his throat a little guiltily "Actually I brought 80 cameras. "

"Why on earth would you buy 26 additional cameras over what we needed?"

"In case they break, or get damaged, or don't work." He stutters out and I sigh deeply.

"Okay, I get that; please tell me you have the full docket?"

"Sure I do. It's in the file of invoices for the house in my room at TM. Do you need it?"

"No, I just need to make sure you have the receipt for the 30K you spent."

"Say what?" Juice stutters. "Shit, sorry Sarah I didn't realise it was that much. Jax just told me to order what we needed so I did. It's not gonna be a problem is it?" He sounds semi nervous and I giggle.

"Nah, no problem. Just trying to work out how much more the house is going to cost is all."

Juice sighs, the sound echoing down the phone "Well all the tech gear is brought and already waiting to be installed. The only stuff I know we have to buy still is appliances for the kitchen, but I think Jax was gonna talk to you and Don about them, and doing all the other shit."

"What other shit?" I ask, lifting my eyebrow and looking at Jax.

"Pots, pans, plates, cutlery that sorta stuff. Bedding, towels. Chick things."

I shake my head lightly at Jax "The girls should be supplying their own bedding and towels. The house will come furnished and with cooking supplies, but linen it's up to the girls to bring their own in. They all know that, it was in the contracts they signed."

"Kay. Well then the only stuff to get is the chick shit, and anything we find we've forgotten." Juice says distractedly.

Rolling my eyes at 'chick shit' I disconnect the call and turn to Patrick "Sorry about that. Split it. Half to investments, half to normal."

Patrick nods and in a couple of clicks the money is programmed to go where I've said. "I think that's it." He says, leaning back with a grin.

"Such hard work." I comment, dragging my chair back around the desk "Will we see you Saturday?"

Patrick nods "I'll be there…"

"…With bells on?' I finish and he shakes his head.