Wreck Me Forever - Lila Rose Page 0,44

some detectives who had a hard-on for Country and wanted to end our club in any way they could.

It wouldn’t happen though. We wouldn’t allow it.

We may deal in pussy, but even that was clean. It was a legal business where we were located in Nevada. Hell, there were other brothels around, but since we opened and we had women who were stunning, we’d been run off our feet. Men traveled from all over the world to get themselves some. I co-owned it along with Saint, State, and Country. Death owned and ran the security business, and Quake owned five butcher shops around. All brothers helped out and worked within the club or businesses. We ran a tight ship, and it was looking great for us.

Country nodded after Quake finished going over things. “Thanks, Quake. We’ll be sure to keep our eyes open. Right, movin’ on. Saint, you said you had an idea for Polished Pussy,” Country said.

“I do. Been thinkin’ of addin’ guys to the list instead of just women. My bro made a point that not only are guys interested in gettin’ themselves some, but it could be good for the married women. Some husbands would even pay to watch their women with men.”

Country shared a look with State, then said, “Sounds good, but we’d have to make sure whoever we hired is willin’ to swing both ways.”

“Sure, we could find some bi guys as well as gay ones.”

Someone laughed. “You could get your brother to test out the gay ones.”

A hand dropped to my arm. I realized I’d been ready to jump across the table to strangle Hemp for that suggestion. Luckily, Death caught my attention with his hard grip.

“You can fuck right off, Hemp. You say anythin’ about my brother, I’ll kill you,” Saint warned.

“I’ll back you up. The kid’s a good one,” Tech added.

“I’m positive Wreck and I’ll help as well,” Death said.

I would be the first to take the fucker down if he said more about Lucas. Suddenly, I didn’t give a fuck if he knew I wanted to be with Lucas. I’d rather take all the shit, so Lucas didn’t have to deal with any of it. When the time came for it to be out, I’d make sure that happened. Lucas didn’t need any crap from anyone. Especially a brother.

Hemp’s hands came up. “Sorry, brothers, just messin’. Didn’t actually mean it. I wouldn’t even say shit to your bro, Saint. Met him last night and know he’s a good kid.”

“He is,” Saint grumbled. “And if any of you dickheads have anythin’ to say about him being gay, I won’t stand for it, let that be known.”

“Relax, brother,” Country said. “No one will say anythin’. We ain’t bigots here. Each to their own and whatever makes them happy for fuck’s sake. If anyone does have a problem, they keep it to themselves. Yeah, brothers?”

There was a chorus of agreements, and it settled my anger a little. I still wanted to smack Hemp around though.

Once the meeting came to an end, I walked out and knew Death followed me. Knew he was going to say something, so I made my way to my room. I entered with Death still on my tail.

Turning, I watched him shut the door and lean against it. He was smiling. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Guess you and Lucas worked things out.”

I pulled up my brows. “What makes you say that?”

“The smile when you walked in, the rip-you-apart look you shared with Hemp.” He shrugged. “Easy to pick up, really.”

“Only because you knew where I was goin’.”

“That’s true. You gonna tell me what the go is?”

I hesitated, unsure if Lucas would want me to say anything. Hell, we were only starting out. “Just gonna see how things go.”

“But you like him?”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, are you seriously askin’ this?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll quote Lucas, my personal life ain’t any of your business. Or anyone’s.”

He snorted. “Fair. But you sure this is what you want? I mean, really think about this, Wreck. I can see Lucas makes you happy, I can see you like the guy, but think outside your box. You were into women before him. Will this last? Will Saint be all right with it? I don’t want to see either of you hurt, brother.”

I ground my teeth together. He wouldn’t understand. I’d fought with myself for a fucking month and got nowhere but an ache in my head and chest. I couldn’t step back now, not