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He nods his head like he understands. “That’s the beauty here. You can be anyone you want. By all means, come behind and show me what you’ve got.”
I walk around, eyeing all the liquors, the tall wall of bottles holding more options than I’m used to. Within a minute, I’m wowing him with my moves and my fancy cocktails. It takes no effort to make five drinks, flip bottles, and do a flirty turn, before I’m done and looking at him expectantly.
Instead of him looking impressed, he’s eyeing me like I’m crazy. “Listen, New York. Here it’s rum and Cokes, gin and tonics, or beer. Those fancy liquors are for tourists who get lost and find themselves here.” My chest deflates. “Can you count as well as you bottle flip?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, you start now. If you survive the rush, you’re hired on.”
Chapter 11: Max
Siennaisfuckinggorgeous.The sight of her has my pulse racing, and the way she holds my stare makes my cock hard. I’m second guessing if I should have forced her into my brother’s strip club. The only reason I keep with my original decision is that I know Dante would rather watch his girls than touch them, and he’s loyal to a fault. No one touches his girls. She will be safe there. Possibly a little too safe, even from me, if she keeps this job.
When I’m certain she’s staying at Throne of Sin for the next few hours, I jump onto my motorcycle and head towards my other brother Romeo’s place. He’s the Don of our family.
Walking into the butcher shop, the smell brings back memories of the days he and I lived on a pig farm. Back in a time when we were banished after our father’s death. As much as I hate emotional attachments, the smell of this place brings warmth and comfort to me.
I find my brother in the back office. “What’s up, fucker?”
He looks up, a smile gracing his lips as he stands, coming to give me a welcoming hug.
“I knew that job would get you out of that whole moping around needing a vacation thing.” He pats my back, stepping back to assess me. My brother and I have never kept secrets from each other, until now. We’ve had to claw our way to where we are after our father fucked everything up and got himself killed. Remembering everything we’ve gone through together has guilt squeezing my heart, until I push it out.
“We’re never working for them again. Involving us in that motorcycle club’s business is not a good look,” I tell him, angry over the predicament it has placed me in.
He levels me with a look, not used to me showing any emotion. “I figured we owed them since you killed and scattered a lot of them around the country.”
“I told you they weren’t all mine. Plus, the ones who were, deserved it.”
The letters have continued to arrive for me, and they are coming closer together. It’s frightening how much this crazy knows. It has me more on edge than I’d like to admit. Not that anyone knows about it.
Romeo sighs. “They always do.”
IwalkintoSienna’smicro apartment like I own it. She may have been a little shocked when she woke up, but I think she’ll like it here. I look around while turning in a circle. Yeah, this place has a good vibe. She’s still at Throne of Sin, and I want to make her first night special when she returns. I have a bottle of red wine and a container of Chinese takeout. I open the wine, allowing it to breathe before setting two glasses down beside it. My steps have an extra bounce as I go sit on the couch to wait for her.
I imagine all of her facial expressions and can’t wait to see which one I’ll get when she sees me. My foot vibrates with anticipation of her arrival.
I consider waiting on her small balcony, but I want to see her reaction up close.
The door opens and she doesn’t bother turning on the lights. Her attention focuses on her bedroom light that she shut off this morning. My fingers curl into my thigh, refusing to stand and ruin my surprise. I love the way her pouty lips twist together in confusion. Her brows furrow when her gorgeous greens dart to the items I placed on her table.
I already know I should have stayed away, but I can’t help myself. If I plan to continue stalking her, I should do it at a distance like every other one of my prey. I scratch at my chin. The problem is, she’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before.
My movements catch her attention, and she jumps, screaming when she finally spots me. Her hand flies to her chest, her breasts heaving up and down with each panicked breath.
“How was the first day?” I ask, standing. She takes a few steps away from the table as I pick up the wine and pour us a glass each.
“What the fuck, Max?” Her tone is harsh and she refuses to accept the glass of wine from me.
“Take the glass, Sienna,” I demand, keeping the glass raised. I will not accept disobedience.
Her eyes narrow into a beautiful glare. My hand wants to reach out to feel her pulse jumping, but the urge to do her harm is nowhere. It’s the strangest feeling.
“I can force you to drink it, or we can have an adult conversation.”
She laughs at my comment, but takes the wine. “Thank you,” I praise, bringing the wine to my lips. It hovers there until she does the same. A grin replaces my flat lips.
“Why do I have no memory of being brought here?” she asks, placing a hand on her hip.
