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“I need to speak to Aiden about the sex club and⁠—”

I cut him off with a low growl.

“I don’t want to hear about that fucking sex club ever again.”

His mouth snapped shut and he shot me a look full of disbelief. We spent many nights and shared many women in that sex club. As far as he was concerned, we loved that place.

I did, once upon a time. Now, however, just the mention of that club was enough to send me spiraling.

That fucking cursed place was where I’d met Sienna Baldwin five years ago.

It was where I’d kissed her. One kiss. One goddamn kiss and that girl had turned my entire life upside down.

No.

She wasn’t a girl.

I needed to stop calling her that.

The little blondie was barely twenty, and I’d made it my mission to avoid her and those soft brown eyes that somehow managed to captivate me every time she looked at me.

Unfortunately, she refused to stay away from me, and since then, my life had become one clusterfuck after another.

My jaw clenched.

Five years ago I avoided her, but now I was actively looking for her and there wasn’t a corner of this earth I would leave unturned in order to find her.

“What’s with the sudden resentment of that club? You never minded it before,” Kyran huffed, ignoring my apparent dark mood.

“Don’t like it, that’s all.”

I’d be damned if I involved myself in that cursed place that had brought her into my life and had ultimately cost me five fucking years of it.

Kyran marched over to the bar, opened the large glass-fronted fridge, and grabbed two beers. The metallic hiss of the door opening cut through the silence before he shut it with his hip.

He popped one open and carried the other toward me.

I didn’t take it.

His eyes flicked toward the untouched bottle in his hand before he shrugged and settled into the chair across from me.

I knew that look.

The conversation about the fucking sex club wasn’t over. That place made a boatload of money. My name was still attached to it. My cut still came in whether I wanted it or not. But money was the only reason I tolerated its existence.

Besides, I had different priorities now: finding Sienna. And I always found what I was looking for.

Always.

It was never my intent to let her get away with what she had done. However, I didn’t want my brothers anywhere near her. I would be the one to dish out the punishment.

When I first met her, I walked away the moment I learned she hadn’t even been twenty-one. I’d made my position perfectly clear to her. She had no business being in my life. There was a fifteen-year age gap between us.

I was a gangster.

Not the kind from some fucking movie either. The real kind. The kind whose hands were dirty and whose name made people think twice before crossing him.

She was a prim little college girl studying tech crap, surrounded by people her own age, living a life that had nothing to do with blood, death, or danger.