“Old enough to know better, then. What the fuck were you dealing in my club?” My next question is delivered with a harsher tone.
“I-I…” He shakes his head from side to side.
“I would advise you not to lie to me, boy. The last person to do that ended up with their tongue split in two,” I tell him.
“It’s nothing. Just aspirin. I swear,” he says.
“Aspirin?” I cock a single eyebrow. “You expect me to believe that you’re selling aspirin in my fucking club?”
“Well, they don’t know it’s aspirin,” he tells me like I’m the fucking idiot here.
“Do you know what the penalty for dealing in my club is?” I ask. And before he can answer me, I tell him, “Ten grand or two fingers. Your choice,” while knowing he doesn’t have ten grand or the means to pull it together.
“I… I can get you the money. I just need to call my sister,” he insists, his face a few shades paler now.
He can’t be serious. He’s going to call his sister? This kid is either stupid or selfish enough to drag his sister into this mess.
Curiosity more than anything else has me nodding. “By all means, go ahead. Call your sister.” I gesture a hand in front of me.
When he grabs his phone and starts dialing her number, I tell him to put it on speaker. The phone rings out, and he looks at me with wide eyes.
“She will call back. She always does,” he says. And he’s right. A couple of minutes later, his phone rings.
“Speaker,” I grunt as he goes to answer it.
“Hayley, thank god! Are you still at the airport? Did you leave yet?” he says in one long breath.
“Not yet. Why? I just checked in,” a soft, sweet voice replies. She was at the airport, and he called her?Fucking idiot.
“I messed up, Hay, like really bad,” he says.
When his sister groans through the phone, I feel it in my dick. “Riley, what did you do?” she asks him.
Chapter Three
This cannot be happening. My heart, along with my dream of a European Christmas, turns to dust at my brother’s words.
How? I’ve been gone for barely two hours and he’s already in trouble.
“Riley, I swear to God, you better answer me right now or I will kill you myself. What. Did. You. Do?”
“Hayley, nice to meet you.” A deep, throaty voice replaces my brother’s. “Hayley, are you still there?” The voice repeats before I realize I’m in a daze.
“Uh, I’m here. Who is this?” I try to regain at least a pinch of my composure.
“August. I found your brother selling something he shouldn’t have been selling in my club. He seems to think you’re the answer to getting him out of the shit he’s currently in.” He sounds amused. Is this man… making fun of me?
“Where is he?” I hiss into the phone.
“Pulse—you know it?” August asks, that humor replaced by cockiness now.
Do I know it?Everyone in Miami knows Pulse. They also know who owns it. August Wade.
“No, never heard of it. Where’s it located?” I deadpan, because fuck him and his arrogance.
A deep chuckle vibrates down the line. “I’ll send you the address. I’m going to assume you’re coming to collect your brother?”
I sigh. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”
