“And if something goes wrong? Have you considered that?” Tull asked sternly. “What happens to the rest of us if Kian comes back to his other brother injured? Or worse? What do you think the underboss will do?”
Losing the bodyguards was all part of the plan. He was giving the appearance of being vulnerable and open to attack to instigate that very thing. This past week had kept him busy, with more than just members of Lady Luck slinking out of the trenches in an attempt to get a leg up by kidnapping or harming the Prince of the Eumia. Silencing them had been easy so far, and he didn’t anticipate it getting any harder.
Once word spread that Shiloh was actually a ruthless fighter, he’d become an asset to Kian instead of a burden the way Elm was currently being perceived. Win-win for them both.
“Let’s pray we never have to find out.” Shiloh had come over here simply to make a public appearance, but he was finding this conversation rather dull. Perhaps he should return to his rooms and jerk off to the live feed of his alpha…reading.
Damn it.
“Prince, this isn’t funny.”
“Who’s laughing?”
Tull finally turned to him. “I liked it better when you were pretending to be a normal college student.”
“Yeah, well I liked you better when you were fucking my—”
He slapped a hand over Shiloh’s mouth. “Are you nuts?!”
Iris pretended not to be paying attention out of respect, but her ears turned red at the tops, and she fumbled the cocktail shaker, almost dropping it.
A shout on the other side of the room came then, and both Shiloh and Tullius turned toward it, spotting a furious alpha shoving one of their employees against a wall.
“I’ll handle it,” Shiloh said when Tull went to move.
“The club is my responsibility,” he reminded, but Shiloh waved him off.
“The underboss of the Eumia can’t have a weak omega as a mate. This is the perfect opportunity to publicly establish myself.” Time to show the world what a badass he really was. So far, he’d dealt with mafia business, things that weren’t open to the public, but here? He’d noticed a couple students who attended the same university.
If he proved his capabilities now, word would spread, and there’d be less worry that one of their enemies might one day try to use him to hurt Sarang.
Only he got to do that.
“Problem?” Shiloh stepped up to the two troublemakers, holding out a hand to stop the guards from getting involved.
“This fucker is refusing me service!” the aggressive alpha, who was wasted, flung a finger at their employee, stabbing him with the digit in the center of the chest. He was dressed in a three-piece forest green suit, and had probably just come from a business meeting that hadn’t gone well. Trying to drown his sorrows in booze and a warm body.
“I’ve explained to him that I don’t work the private rooms, Prince,” the employee, Orbit, said. He was one of their few alpha hosts who didn’t mind entertaining other alphas, but he was strictly a host, and never slept with any clients, no matter their first or secondary genders.
Kian had rescued him from the breeding dens, but when Orbit had returned home, he’d been rejected by his family. With nowhere else to turn, he’d sought the Eumia out for help. He was one of two dozen residents of the club, living in the apartments on the fourth level. Rent came out of his paycheck every month, and he was provided expensive clothing in lieu of a traditional uniform, health care, and food which was stocked in the common area kitchen.
Basically, the man had a lot to lose, and costing the club an expensive client was certainly one way to risk his job.
But Shiloh would never fault someone for sticking to their boundaries.
He was well aware that he was a hypocrite in this matter—that he was currently in the process of forcing Sarang to commit to a lifetime of fucking him and only him, even if that wasn’t what the alpha wanted—but this was a perfect case of how giving advice was easier than taking it.
This alpha planned on forcing Orbit, using him, and discarding him.
Like trash.
Sarang wasn’t garbage, he was the cleanest thing in Shiloh’s life. The most important. Once they got past this hurdle, Shiloh vowed to cherish him the way he deserved to be. His alpha would want for nothing. Would fear nothing.
He certainly wouldn’t be left on his own to pick up the pieces the way Orbit would be if he was made to bed the shit-stain of an alpha who was trying to bully him into dropping his pants.
“Prince?” the business-man alpha eyed Shiloh up and down, some clarity entering his wild gaze for a few seconds before he succumbed to inebriation again. “You aren’t Imperial. Is that your stage name? You play a prince? I wanted it rough, but fine, I can change my mind.” He grabbed onto Shiloh’s wrist. “Do you break easily,Prince?”
“Hey!” Orbit stepped forward, coming to his defense, but Shiloh stopped him with the same signal he used to keep the guards at bay.
