Red gave a wry smile. “That was kinda the point, kid.”
“How did you get into the club? It’s like really hot.” Kit realized that was tactless. But he still wanted to know.
“It’s owned by someone close to CDR and it’s us on the door.”
Kit lost interest in the topic. He went back to the initial discussion. “I don’t need babysitting. I’m not a freakin’ kid.”
“You behave like one,” Tony roared.
Kit stared at him, erasing any emotion from his expression. “I’m twenty-three. You don’t get to decide what happens to me. This is your problem. Your deal. You sort it.”
Tony huffed and jabbed a finger at Red. “I’m trying to.”
“Not by treating me like a kid, Tony. You don’t get to carry on with your life, while you smother me. I’m going home.”
“You can’t. You’re in danger.”
Kit narrowed his eyes. “Watch me. I don’t need some booted and suited babysitter on my back.”
“He won’t?—”
“And what’s Red doing here?” Kit plowed through Tony’s response.
Red turned to him. “I’m your new babysitter, Kit. Only in leather.”
Chapter Three
RED
Well,at least now both brothers were unhappy. Tony was ready to explode. Kit was steaming. He could almost see the fury coming out of his ears in waves. Out of ears or eyes? Red couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter. Kit was doing it out of every orifice.
The kid had grown up into a gorgeous man. There was no doubt about that. That description of him with the tats and piercings and glitter. Yeah, that had been him at the club. The chaos demon reigned supreme.
This guy in his over-sized hoody looked five years younger, even with the ink creeping up his neck and spilling over his wrists, and the piercings in his eyebrows and nose. No matter Kit’s bratty energy was rolling off him, Red wanted to enfold the boy in his arms and tell him everything would be all right because he was there to take care of him.
From the way Kit argued furiously with his brother, Red had no doubt that would go down like a lead balloon.
Red stood to one side as the fight went on and on. This wasn’t the first time he’d been the focus of a family dispute. Noone wanted to be babysat. Bodyguards were never popular. Most people learned to live with them.
Kit though…he was gonna be a pain in Red’s ass. Red knew that as sure as the sun rose and shone its rays in Red’s face every damned morning because he forgot to pull down the blind.
Tony started to get a hunted look in his eyes as Kit continued yelling. Red knew the brothers well enough to know what was going to happen next. It was time to intervene.
“We’re done,” Red said abruptly when Kit finally drew breath.
Both men turned to him.
“Thank God,” Tony said with feeling.
Kit opened his mouth but Red held up his hand.
“Kit, you don’t get a choice in the matter. You either accept me as your bodyguard, or we put you in the CDR hatch. That’s like being put in lockup.”
“You wouldn’t,” Kit said furiously.
“Try me,” Red snapped. “Tony knows that someone is threatening your life from a rival club over a business deal. You either have me or someone from our brother team.”
Tony turned on him. “I don’t want anyone involved with the mafia in my house.”
