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I sit behind my desk and power on my laptop. Control is slipping through my fingers, and it’s fucking infuriating. I haven’t honored any of my penances, and I haven’t finished what I started with the families of the clan members we massacred. This ineptitude ends now. How can I call myself a leader without follow-through? I have to hold myself to a higher standard. Tonight is going to be a long night. I open the folder on my screen and retrieve the information I need for tonight’s work. I send the information to my phone just as it rings. It’s Kai.
“What’s up, brother?” he says, slightly intoxicated. Loud music sounds in the background.
“What do you need, Kai?” I try to rein in my annoyance. I got shite to do.
“I’m going to ignore the attitude, brother. Just calling to see if you want to come down and join me, Fergus, and Flynn at the club.”
He’s speaking of the nightclub we own in the city. We run a lot of drugs through there, but not by my hands. It’s another racket that we let our soldiers manage and deliver the earnings. We don’t touch any of the work ourselves. Our made men do the work, and we get paid. They get an established percentage for their efforts.
“Nah. The club is not my scene, and I don’t have business there tonight,” I reply.
“Come anyway,” Kai insists. “If nothing more than to get some hang time with your brothers.”
I know I need to put more face time in with my brothers—especially if we will likely need to bring them into our world soon. I need to assess their mental ability to handle it. I have no worries about the physical. They can hold their own.
“You know, you’re right,” I agree. “Give me a couple of hours. I have something to do first.”
“See you at midnight, brother,” Kai says before he ends the call.
I head to my room to dress in deadly black—it’s what I call my attire when every article of clothing is black. Tonight will serve multiple purposes … redemption and penance. I need to redeem myself for my latest slacking from my responsibilities and then I must honor my much-needed penance.
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The music'sbass vibrates underneath my feet as I stand at a table in VIP with my brothers.
“What can I get you, sexy?” one of the bottle girls flirts. She looks new, but I’m not here often enough to know for sure. Does she know that I’m one of the owners? She’s wearing a corset, ass shorts, and fishnet stockings.
“How about a ride on my cock?” I grin. Kai and Flynn snicker at my suggestion, but Fergus is too busy working on his own hookup.
“I was talking about to drink, Mr. Gallagher. But that can be arranged too,” she winks.
“You know who I am?” I asked amused.
“Of course, I do. You’re the older brother to those three,” she says, gesturing toward Kai, Fergus, and Flynn. “I see them in here often enough, but I have to admit I’ve never seen you.”
“Then how do you know who I am?”
“That one told me,” she says, pointing at Kai. “Besides, you have that badass big brother vibe about you. It’s kind of hot.”
“I think she wants to fuck you, brother,” Fergus says, finally joining us. His attempt to whisper is futile. He is more than a little drunk. I look over at Kai who isn’t exactly sober either.
He reads the concern on my face. “Don’t worry, Lennon.” He points at the men over in the corner. “The security you hired have our six. We just needed a little unwind time tonight.”
I turn to the bottle girl who is still all smiles. “Bring me the limited edition Patrón Extra Anejo Lalique.”
“That’s a nine-thousand-dollar bottle. What are we celebrating tonight?” She grins.
“I don’t think you really want to know the answer to that, hotness. Just bring me the fucking bottle.” She simply winks, not taking a hint that I’m really not in the mood for pleasantries.
“What are we celebrating?” Kai asks as he takes me in for the very first time after me being here for at least fifteen minutes. “Deadly black,” he says more to himself.
I joked with him before about my choice to wear all black when I’m about to take a motherfucker out. It’s me dressing for their funeral. I wore something similar for our clan that we killed. I’m surprised he has enough wits about right now to put two and two together.
“What about it?” I asks, already knowing where this questioning is headed.
“The two hours before you got here. You didn’t?”
“I did,” I confirm the question that only I know that he’s asking. He wants to know if I murdered the families of our rogue clan members. I spared the women and children, but the known male members of these dishonorable men met a different fate. The fact they lived in such proximity made the task that much easier. I even had time to switch cars. There is only one that I use for such instances, and it can’t be traced back to me.
