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“Didn’t I just fucking fire you?”
Fuck you, Rogue.
Unlike Dahlia, he recognized this for what it was. Rogue wouldn’t have noticed or even cared if a balcony bartender had been late. He’d complain to Trey, depending on his mood, but it wouldn’t have been grounds for termination. This was personal, and it didn’t have much to do with Dahlia per se.
Trey walked farther into the room, expecting Dahlia to stay in the doorway. Surprisingly, she followed him, staying noticeably close to his back as if he were a shield against Rogue. In a sense, he was. Trey folded his arms.
“She had my permission to come in late.”
Rogue settled in his seat, shaking his head, grinning. “The fuck she did, Trey!”
They’d been brothers too long for Rogue not to see through the lie, but Trey would take it to the end.
“I assure you, she did.”
Rogue squinted with a small smile playing on his lips. He knew the truth.
“How come she didn’t mention that?”
Trey shrugged. “It must have slipped her mind.”
Rogue laughed, shaking his head and eyeing Dahlia. “Then I guess I was fucking wrong for firing her, huh, Trey?”
This was a battle he didn’t need Dahlia witnessing. It would reveal too much. He glanced over his shoulder.
“Go set up the balcony.”
Dahlia shifted her gaze between him and Rogue. Trey expected more push, but it never came. Rogue remained silent with a taunting smile aimed at Trey. She walked out of the office, closed the door behind her, and Trey drew in a breath. He was bracing for the inevitable.
“What the fuck is going on, Trey?”
There it was.
“I’m not going to allow you to fire an employee for a simple misunderstanding.”
Rogue jerked his head to the door, then back to Trey. “Don’t fucking pull this shit. Not with me.”
“She didn’t deserve to be fired.”
Rogue raised his brows. “Yeah, maybe not. But I can think of a hundred fuckers that I fired ’cause I had a bad fucking day, and you never said anything. But this one? Tried firing her ass twice, and you step in. So, I gotta ask. What the fuck is going on with her?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit! You practically fucked her at the fights, going all fucking caveman when another man steps up to her. Saving her ass twice from being fired and going head-to-head with me. That protective stand you took with me, I’ve only seen it a few times. And never for a random woman who means nothing.”
Trey averted his gaze across the room. He could deny it and come up with every valid and believable excuse. But if he was looking Rogue in the eye, his brother would know he was lying. Trey was at a crossroads. He had a decision to make.
Trey stalked to the end of his desk.
“You will stop fucking with her.”
The corner of Rogue’s mouth hiked, along with his brows. “Will I?”
Trey hardened his gaze. “Yes.”
One simple word spoke volumes. Trey was officially staking his claim. It was a first for any member of the Underground. It went against all the rules they’d lived by. Their codes they’d abided by since they’d started with Sal.
Rogue lost all semblance of teasing and ridicule. He folded his hands, raised his brows, and nodded. “I will.”
