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PROLOGUE
LUKE
The past months had taken a toll on us. We were all on edge for good reason. But now, with Alejandro gone, I was eager for a break and a little peace before the end of spring and the club expansion project. It’d been the plan for several years now, and Euphoria was finally established enough to handle the volume.
We were the most popular club in Boston but needed to further set ourselves apart from the others; they’d upped their game to compete with the high bar Ian had set. The addition would cater to a more exclusive clientele.
Of course, it would’ve been better if my younger brother, Declan, had given in and come to work for us. He was an investor and a self-made millionaire by the age of twenty-five; developing sex toys and realistic, life-size dolls. Now, at thirty, he was worth one-hundred-forty million with a keen eye for business detail.
But he’d always just done his own thing, had no interest in investing in Euphoria unless it involved spending thousands every night on dancers and liquor when he was in town. He and his business partner, Alessandro Greco in Atlantic City, New Jersey, poured their investment money into Casino Hotels all over the country.
Amber and Jenna were on stage now, grinding their bodies on one another while we watched from the owner’s booth in VIP. Blue, pink, and purple lights danced over the main showroom to the rhythm of their song, illuminating their unflawed, naked bodies for the captivated crowd.
Tyler was trying his best to enjoy his first night back since his injuries, but I’d purposely not told him his sister was dancing tonight. Instead, I thought it’d be funny to witness him getting weird. And it was. He grimaced, watching in disgust for a few moments. Finally, he appeared defeated.
Amber and Jenna exuded a sophisticated grace and confidence that set them apart from the other dancers. This often made some of the newer girls feel intimidated by them.
While Ian looked after all the girls as best as he could, I further ensured their safety, always remaining several steps ahead when the lights were on. When they danced for our VIPs in the Blue Lounge, I was right there. I stalked their every move, making sure the horny men respected those they’d chosen to entertain their twitching cocks. Though, who could blame them? Our dancers were top tier and we didn’t settle for less.
I scanned the packed showroom, watching for any minuscule sign of threat. A part of me knew I’d never be able to fully relax, even with the extra security we’d hired. Not that I ever fully relaxed to begin with. Not in this business. And I didn’t mean Euphoria. The other business. The secret we kept hidden from most everyone.
Jade sashayed up to our table. Her long, wavy blonde hair was in place as if I’d not had it wrapped around my hand in my office moments ago as I destroyed her pussy. My gaze raked over her entrancing curves as she adjusted her short, black cut-out ladder dress. Chance stood, stepping to the side, letting her slide in between us. I draped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to my side as I lifted the rim of my glass to my mouth, taking a swig of scotch. It burned pleasantly down my throat, warming me from the inside out.
She rested her palm on my upper thigh under the table, raking her nails over my black slacks. I peeked down at her perky cleavage, exposed through the horizontal strips of her dress. Setting my glass back on the table, I pressed my lips to her ear. “I want the entire room to see how fucking hot you look in that.”
She nibbled her plump Bordeaux bottom lip, twisting back to my ear in return. “You know Ian has rules about me dancing.” Smiling, she turned back to the stage, cupping her hands around her mouth, cheering for Amber and Jenna.
Ever since Ian hired Jade, he didn’t want her working the floor or stage. He thought when our VIPs came to the club, they wouldn’t take her seriously if she flaunted her body. That didn’t stop her from changing from her sexy business attire into more revealing outfits at night.
I never once witnessed anyone, man or woman, disrespect her. If they had, she would’ve dragged them somewhere herself and kicked their ass, or worse, before Ian or I even caught wind of it. She wasn’t one to fuck with. And God help any person who challenged my bad ass woman. She may have been tall, but her temper was short.
“Ugh,” she groaned after sliding her phone out from between her enormous breasts.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, as we all turned our attention back to her.
“Some of the girls are in a fight backstage over this show and I have to go handle it.”
Chance rolled his eyes, letting her out as he focused back on the ending performance. Both his wife and best friend fell into splits, shielding their pussies with their palms. The roar of the crowd was deafening as they cheered and clapped at the dazzling finale. In an instant, the stagehand scurried out on stage, helping them off.
The moment they disappeared, I tapped the table with a grin. “See Tyler, it wasn’t so bad.”
“I don’t care.” He shrugged, trying his best to appear thankful. “I almost lost my life and I’m happy she’s doing what she loves again.” He glanced briefly at Ian, who was silently entertained, before refocusing his gaze on me. “Just going to pretend this is a nude beach, I guess.”
Brows raised, I leaned forward. “What did you just say?”
“I just meant I’m not going to sexualize my own sis?—”
“No!” I barked. “The beach thing.”
“Oh,” he chuckled, “I said I’m just going to pretend this is a nude beach?”
I turned to Ian. “I have an idea for the club expansion we discussed!”
“What?” Chance and Ian asked together.
I turned to Chance. “Can you fly to L.A. with me in the morning? We’ll take Ian’s new jet.”
“Wait, wait.” Ian reached out, snapping his fingers.
