The men behind him laughed, a redhead with brighter hair than Terrance nudging another guy and pointing at Conall.
Conall’s jaw tightened, but he forced the smile back on his lips. He nudged Natalia back into line. “A male it is.” He stepped closer to Angel, one of the whores who’d been at the Virtue the longest. He’d been there when Conall’s dad still ran the place, and Conall suspected he may have even warmed his father’s bed occasionally. He’d been barely eighteen at the time. Conall even suspected he might have been underage. “This is—”
“Enough.” Killough rolled his eyes and stepped closer. He towered over Conall, and his powerful stance left Conall feeling inferior. There was no doubt who had more strength between them. Killough flicked his wrist at Angel. “I’m not interested in him.”
“May I be of service?” Forrest’s lullaby voice made Conall’s back tense. No. Fuck no. He wasn’t giving up the best fuck in the manor.
Killough peered around Conall at him, eyes appreciative. “You’re adorable, but I don’t want a china doll. You wouldn’t be able to handle my cock if you tried.”
“I assure you, sir, I could handle your monster cock just fine. Ask Conall,” Forrest purred.
Conall spun toward him and glared. “Forrest is one of our top earners. Taking him away from the Virtue would be a mistake, sir.”
Killough hummed and turned his back to them. He gripped his hands behind himself, gazing at the other whores in front of him. Conall took the chance to shove a finger in Forrest’s direction, but Forrest, the imp, fluttered his fingers at him in a wave.
“Would you miss me?” he mouthed silently.
Conall clenched his teeth and whispered, “Shut up.”
“Am I interrupting something?” Killough raised his brow at them. Conall hadn’t realized he’d turned back.
Terrance glared at him from his spot near the boss’s men. Conall could already imagine his brother chewing him out over this later.
“No, sir.”
Killough made a noise, lips pursed, as his gaze slid over the length of Conall’s body. “You know what? You’ll do.”
“Excuse me?” Conall gaped at him, shock numbing his limbs. He couldn’t do much else but stare at the boss. “Did you mean Forrest?”
Killough smirked, the upturn at the corner of his lip making lines crease in his cheek. He reached out and ran a palm over Conall’s chest.
Conall dropped his stare to the hand, his heart thumping against his ribs, his lungs paralyzed under the touch, leaving him breathless.
“You can be my pet.”
He shook his head furiously. “I’m not awhore.”
Killough laughed, causing the men behind to mimic him. “You are now. My whore.”
Conall shot a look at Terrance, begging his brother to help him, but Terrance appeared as shocked as he felt. “Sir—”
The boss cupped his jaw, his thumb tracing his cheekbone. “Your profits are a third of Hell’s Kitchen. I could easily overlook that.” His gaze darkened, fury burning in his pretty eyes. His hand dropped to his side. “Or I could find someone to take the blame for it.” As if to make a point, he glanced at Terrance.
Terrance made a strangled noise and smiled. “Conall will be happy to be your pet, sir.”
“What?” Conall glared at the traitor. “Fuck no. I’m not going to bend over and take his cock so you don’t have—”
Terrance rushed over to him and slammed his hand across Conall’s mouth, then laughed nervously. “Please give us a minute, sir.” He dragged Conall out of the foyer and toward the small room he called an office. He shut the door behind them, hard.
Conall swung at him as soon as Terrance turned, his fist smashing into his brother’s cheek. Terrance tumbled back against his desk, his palm pressed against his face where Conall’s fist connected.
“Fuck, Con. What the hell?” He moved his bottom jaw, touching it gingerly with his fingers. “That hurt.”
“You’re selling me off like one of the whores?” Conall shouted, pacing the small room in angry steps. He had his arms folded over his chest, the anger simmering beneath his skin. He wanted to rage, to attack his brother again, but he held himself back. “I run this place with you, I don’t spread my legs!”
“What does it matter?” Terrance leaned against his desk. “You sleep with guys, too.”
“I fuck them, not get fucked by them.” He stalked closer. “I won’t let that fucker near me.”
