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One lesson my father had taught both my brother and me was that men were weakest when driven to their knees by exposing their sexual secrets. My brother had expounded on the idea, expanding the club, making it by invitation only. Now men from every walk of life begged to be on the waiting list, which was a solid year out. The location was also used for business purposes, paid members allowed to bring a certain number of guests to wine and dine, providing a taste of the forbidden in order to lure them into signing a contract.
Because of all we offered, business was exploding, a second club already in the works. My brainchild. I’d need to deal with the continued animosity and subtle but constant interferences by the Morettis soon.
But not until after my time spent with Sarah.
At the end of seventy-two hours, the simple life she’d led would start to unravel. She would soon be under my lock and key.
My cock ached just thinking about it.
I rolled my thumb across my lips, still able to taste her sweet pussy. She’d awakened the beast inside of me, something I wasn’t certain could happen. Sighing, I checked my watch, annoyed the men I’d instructed to meet me here were nowhere in sight.
With the doors opening at noon, the business requiring my expertise had to be dealt with quickly. I thought about how I was going to handle the men’s egregious behavior and headed for the darkened kitchen, flicking on the light. The impressive stainless-steel location was enviable by any chef’s standards. My brother had spared no expense in renovating the facility.
After opening several drawers, I found what I was looking for. I held the sharp knife into the light, pulling off the guard then enjoying the way the stainless steel shimmered. Then I shoved it into my jacket pocket, not giving a shit if the blade sliced through the material.
I found the group of men in one of the conference rooms, all four acting as if they were bored. They didn’t notice me at first as I walked in, one of them powering back an alcoholic beverage. While there were mostly implied rules of our organization, the act seemed blatant given the asshole knew when I’d arrive.
Perhaps I’d been too soft. That would change today.
Dillon noticed me first, suddenly standing taller as he sucked in his breath. He’d been helpful in getting me up to speed, a man I’d known for some time. He pressed his arm against Demarco, who barely shot me a look over his shoulder. Then Demarco slammed down the glass on the expensive coffee table, liquid spilling over the side. The cleaning people had already left, which was something the asshole knew.
Both men had been my brother’s Capos, both without a family. But Demarco was considered brutal by any standard.
I’d heard he was loyal, but lately I’d begun to question his behavior. And my instinct was always right.
We’d sparred twice and I’d allowed him to keep his command.
My mistake.
“Tell me something,” I said as I walked closer, grabbing the glass from the table. Then I tossed the remains in Demarco’s face, staring him straight in the eye as he almost had the nerve to fly over the table.
When I pitched the glass against the wall, the two other soldiers backed away, unused to seeing me like this. The glass shattered, the sound amusing me.
“Now that I have your fucking attention. You will answer my simple question. Do you like working inmyorganization?” I overenunciated the single word for emphasis as I glanced from one man to the other.
Three of the four men looked at each other, uncertain where I was going with this. Only Demarco had the balls or the stupidity to allow a smirk to cross his face.
“What’s going on, boss?” Dillon asked.
I barely threw him a glance, keeping my heated gaze on the man I’d come here to punish. “What’s going on is that there seems to be some shit going down in my organization. There’s talk that information regarding this organization is being fed to one of our enemies. Now, I would have found that hard to believe had it not come from a trusted source. It’s also come to my attention that this same individual has tainted our fine reputation enough several of the businesses within the organization are suffering. I’m curious if you’ve heard anything of this nature?”
As I shoved my hands into my pockets, I wasn’t surprised that even Dillon backed away from Demarco. I walked around the table, coming within a few inches. Then I grabbed the big man around the back of the neck, slamming his head onto the table. “You fucked with the wrong man, Demarco.”
The bastard reached for his weapon, and I yanked it out of his hand, sliding it down the table. As I pressed his face into the wood, he cursed like a sailor, doing his best to get free from my hold. They had no idea how strong I was or what I was capable of doing.
When the three soldiers backed away, I narrowed my eyes, seeking out Dillon in particular. “Hold him down.”
“Yes, boss.” Dillon rose to the occasion but not without hesitation. Duly noted.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Demarco snarled.
“That’s exactly what I came here to ask you, Demarco. It would seem you’ve lost sight of who you’re working for.”
“Don’t give me shit.” Demarco was a strong man, jerking up from the table by several inches even though the soldiers held him in place.
“Him?” Dillon asked, genuinely surprised at my accusation. “He’s the fucking traitor?” I wasn’t surprised at his anger. Our father had taken him in off the streets. The one redeeming act my Pops had performed.
“So it would seem. Hold his wrist down.”
