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I hate the way he’s looking at her. Looking at her breasts. It’s one thing Mimi can’t hide. Mia has the kind of breasts best reserved for fantasies. It would be great in a place like this to bring in more money. But she’s mine and only I get to play with those.
“No,” I tell him again.
“So not sharing?” He leans forward and turns up the stare even more.
He knows if he wasn’t my brother I’d shoot his dick off.
“Fuck the hell off Gabe and don’t cross me. Don’t fucking do it,” I point at him and he looks at me and sees I’m serious as fuck.
The cunning expression falls from his face and he resumes his composure.
I look back to Mia and see her cheeks are flushed with the soft rose color I adore.
When she looks at me the unease fades, only slightly though.
Only slightly does it fade, which is also good because I don’t want her to be comfortable with me. I like that she’s wary because she should be.
Taking her hand, I lead her away from Gabe.
We go to the upper floor so we can talk first before I give her the tour.
Her hand feels so small, but I like that her fingers are laced in between mine.
We get to the balcony on the raised platform and I release her.
This is where we come when we have events. Us brothers and our friends.
I take a step back and look her over.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her. Mimi would have given her the negligee to wear. Everything else though would have been her.
Her cheeks flush again. “Thank you.”
“And you showed up.”
“I showed up. Thank you for the money. I appreciate it. I really appreciated it.” She nods and I can see she did. I knew she would. It was why I gave it.
“Don’t mention it.”
“Twenty thousand dollars is a lot not to mention,” she points out.
And yet it was spare change to me.
“Did it help you?”
“Yes, big time.”
I hope she didn’t pay all of it on the debt. Whatever the debt is. Sick father and a niece to take care of. That’s a handful.
What happened to the niece’s parents?
Robbie mentioned she had a brother. Why isn’t he helping? Maybe he is.
She seems to have come from what I call a goody-two-shoes vanilla family. Maybe they just fell into a lot of debt.
I guess me helping gives me kudos points.
“Good. No more talk of money. Understand?” I ask, because I want that element I crave. Her.
