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“She wouldn’t be smiling and taking selfies if he was holding her against her will. It makes no sense,” Gabe said.
“It makes no fucking sense for her to cozy up to that fucker.” And lie to me about it.
“You need to get a grip.”
“Don’t tell me what the fuck I have to do.”
Gabe raised both his hands. “No offense, bro. But either you reign yourself in or you’ll stay out in the car and let me handle this situation. Your fucking choice.”
I growled. Which made him chuckle.
Fucking brothers.
We arrived at the club, and I killed the engine, and the ensuing silence stretched between us.
“Got yourself under control?” Gabe asked.
I nodded. Barely and only for now. Though I wouldn’t give any guarantees I wouldn’t kill that fucker as soon as I laid eyes on him.
“Weapons.” Gabe held out his hand and waited until I drew my gun from my holster and handed it to him.
Gabe took his own and locked them up in the glove box. “If you make a scene, I’ll put you to sleep, strip you naked, and let everyone have their turn on the spanking bench,” Gabe said—an oddly specific threat and one that completely threw me out of my murderous state.
“If that kind of shit floats your boat, that’s something you should’ve thought of doing with your wife—before impregnating her.”
Now it was Gabe’s turn to scowl.
And my turn to chuckle.
The door opened, and Matt looked down at me, a menacing scowl firmly in place. “Are we waiting for something? Or are we sending that fucker back to his family in pieces?”
Now that was the spirit.
I side-eyed Gabe who groaned. “Gun.” He held out his hand and locked it up, as well. “As I explained to this numbnut here already, this is a private sex club full of people.” He leaned over me and gave Matt the stinkeye. “We’re not going in guns blazing. Be prepared for anything, but if you do something stupid, I will have your hide.”
“Naked, on the spanking bench,” I said for good measure and to annoy Gabe a little more.
Matt huffed, looked from Gabe to me and back, then nodded.
We got out of the car.
“I thought for sure you would be in a better mood after your marathon makeup session with Fee all night,” Gabe said, and my head shot around to him.
“Oh come on, you really think we don’t know you’re fucking each other’s brains out?”
I glared at him before entering the club, and with one quick nod of my head, Carly, who was manning the reception, opened the door.
Heading down the corridor, I could almost tell myself I was fine and in control—until the moment I entered the big room filled with the scents and noises of sex.
I cast a glance at the different stations which were filled with people doing scenes.
The lounge area was in the dark and not heavily occupied.
As if pulled there through an invisible force, I immediately focused my attention on the light reflecting off of a familiar silhouette.
They were at the bar, Fee’s back to me, Moretti’s arm around her shoulder.
Touching what was mine.
