“Why?”
“Aiden and Hudson are about to get themselves killed.”
I’m already standing and picking up my phone. “Where are they?” I might give my little brother shit, but there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him.
“They’re at the Wild Card. Come on.” CJ walks out of the office, and Elias and I follow behind him.
The Wild Card is one of the many casinos our families own along the Strip. There shouldn’t be anything happening there that is going to end up with our brothers getting themselves killed. I don’t voice this, because I know CJ wouldn’t be here dragging my ass with him if it weren’t needed.
By the time we reach the Wild Card, I’m about ready to walk into anything. What I’m not prepared for is to find my brother and cousin in a roped-off section of the nightclub surrounded by women. Women they very much should not be with.
“What the fuck are you idiots doing?” I ask, stepping over the red rope.
“Partying. Did you come to join?” Hudson asks.
I shake my head at him. “This is how you get killed, not how you party, Hudson.” I point to the women sitting opposite them.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Aiden says.
“Oh, really? Enlighten me, Aiden. What is it then?” I grunt.
“It’s… never mind. It is what it looks like.” He smirks.
“Get up. You two are coming with me.”
“You do know you’re not boss yet, right?” Hudson grunts out as he stands. He walks right up to us and pulls me into one of those one-hand slap on the back kind of hugs. “We caught these girls dealing on the floor. That’s why we brought them up here. I’m waiting for their entourage to show up,” he whispers in my ear.
The girls he’s referring to are known prostitutes. They work under a Russian pimp, a fucking psychopath. If he sees them sitting with my brothers, he’ll shoot first and ask questions later. We’ve had plenty of run-ins with the fucking idiot to know how possessive he is of what he considers his property.
“Fucking hell.” I roll my eyes to the ceiling before landing them in front of me again. “You three, get the fuck out of here,” I tell the women, because I don’t need them to end up as collateral damage in a fight I know is about to go down. “Let’s go,” I tell my brother and cousins.
“Where we going?” CJ asks.
“To find a Russian pimp who thinks he wants to be a drug dealer.”
“Finally, something interesting is happening tonight, other than watching Alfie make the fall from grace,” Elias says.
“What do you meanfall from grace?” Hudson looks to him.
“Alfie’s gone and fallen in love.” Elias laughs.
“Oh yeah, I already knew that.” Hudson shrugs as if it’s no big deal.
I stare at both my brother and my cousin. “I am not in fucking love, you morons.” Then I turn and storm off.
“Oh, he who protests too much and all.” CJ chuckles as he catches up with me. “Who is she?”
I turn my glare on him. “Fuck off.”
“Molly Olive. Hot little thing too,” Elias says from behind us.
I spin around, the gun from my waistband now in my outstretched hand and pointed at my cousin’s head. “Call her hot again, Elias. I dare you.”
“Told you. He’s a goner.” Elias smirks. Reaching a hand out, he shoves my gun downwards and walks right past me.
“Asshole,” I grunt.
It took thirty minutes to hunt down the Russian fucking pimp. I had Hudson and Aiden drag his ass into the back of a van, and now we’re in one of our warehouses on the outskirts of town. There’s nothing around, no one to hear his screams for help.
