Page 44 of New Orleans Collection

“Well, this will be fun,” Gio sounded fucking giddy.

Leonardo’s voice was gruff, “She’ll look so pretty wrapped up in satin and lace.” He looked around again and mused, “I wonder how tight we can cinch these up and if she’ll be able to take a full breath.”

“Fuck,” I groaned under my breath, my cock hard and needing relief.

We all moved out of the room quickly and got our membership straightened out. Well, at least two of us did. While we did that, Gio brushed off a few interested women. I didn’t even want to know if he had played with them before. They looked delighted to see him.

When we stepped back outside, Leonardo, always the planner, asked, “How will we know if she comes here?”

I smirked. “I’m going to send her an apology necklace.”

Gio sounded confused, “An apology necklace?”

I scoffed, “I thought you were the one who is good with women.” I shook my head, and he cracked a grin while shrugging one shoulder. I knew what he was thinking—he never had to try hard, and he wasn’t fucking wrong about it. “There will be a tracker in the necklace. An apology for us being assholes the other night.”

Leo barked out a laugh, something I didn’t see from my brother often, but it helped to show me this was right. We were finally on the right path. One leading straight to Fleur.

Our eyes were opened at dinner when Viola mentioned Club Sin. We had spent our lives thinking about Fleur like she’s innocent, even while seeing her grow into a beautiful woman. I’m guilty of the same even though she’s a few years older than me. That’s on us, but we’re going to make it right.

I refresh the app one more time and see that Fleur is still at Club Sin. I didn’t really think she would leave, but part of me was hoping she would. The other part of me is looking fucking forward to crashing her night.

Since we share a house, I go and pound on Leo and Gio’s doors before heading down to one of our large SUVs and slide behind the wheel. My brothers are smart men, they’ll figure it out. I almost smile when they both come running into the garage and jump into the vehicle with matching looks of determination on their faces.

The car is silent as I drive through the streets of New Orleans, but I have no doubt that our thoughts are all on the same thing. We haven’t talked about it, but like so many things we’ve been on the same page about in the past, even with how different we can be, we don’t need to.

I’ve been watching Fleur for years. This was inevitable. I don’t know if my brothers are aware of it the same way I am, but they don’t need to be. The past doesn’t matter. Only right now matters.

Anger rises in the enclosed space, and I almost crack a smile at the thought of our woman having no fucking idea what is coming for her right now. I had the necklace delivered to her, knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist the fleur-de-lis diamond pendant. I was hoping she’d put it on because I’ve learned how sentimental our woman can be over the years.

To know it worked? That she’s wearing it and imagining it nestled between her tits right now? A feeling of smug satisfaction rolls its way through me.

I can’t wait to see the surprise on her face when she sees us at Club Sin and wonders how we found out she was there. Fleur might pretend like she’s some socialite, but I know she’s smart and capable. I’ll be more surprised if she doesn’t figure it out rather quickly.

It doesn’t take us long to get to Club Sin and then the three of us storm inside like we’re ready to go into battle. Which we are because I have no doubt that our woman isn’t going to make this easy on us. Why should she?

We’ve ignored the pull between us for years. We’ve ignored her.

We might have had our reasons. And some of us might not have been aware of the way we needed her—Leonardo—but all that is behind us. My brother’s eyes are open and mine are focused on her, just like they have been for years.

Even though the plantation home which has been renovated to house the club is beautiful, I barely see it as we stalk through the rooms, intent on finding our prey. When we find her, it’s in one of the lounge areas on the first floor. Her back is to us as we enter the room, but I would know her anywhere.

“Fuck me,” Leo grunts next to me and I must agree, even though I don’t acknowledge it.

Our woman is in a fitted gold dress that hugs her curves and makes her look like she’s wrapped in abundant opulence. It’s perfect for her and I notice, quickly, we’re not the only men whose eyes are fixed on her. The entire room seems to be focused on our woman and it makes my blood simmer in my veins.

That simmer turns to a raging fucking inferno when she reaches over to the man next to her and touches his arm before the sound of her laughter rings out. My fists clench at my sides and I notice Leo’s posture goes rigid in a way that should probably make me concerned for my brother. Gio chuckles under his breath like this is all an amusing show to him.

“Seems we have some competition, brothers,” Gio’s voice is jovial, but I can hear the edge of steel underneath it. “Time for us to make some things known.” I glance at him to find him looking around the room before he adds, “Quickly.”

We stride as one across the room, our feet silent and our bodies coiled tight. The man Fleur is speaking to is looking at her with hunger in his eyes and I desperately want to punch the look off his face. He’s intent on her to the point of not recognizing the danger approaching him.

“Since I bought you your drink, I think I should introduce myself properly,” he practically purrs at our woman. “I’m Henri. It’s an honor to make your acquaintance.” Fleur giggles and I see her fingers tighten on his arm as if giving it a squeeze. “I could just call you beautiful all night, but I’d prefer to know your name,” he leads her smoothly and red clouds my vision.

“You won’t be needing her name,” Leo’s voice is gruff as we come to stand next to the couple, crowding Fleur and surrounding her.

When her blue eyes snap over to us, they widen in surprise before she can mask it with a mask of indifference that I’ve seen on her face too many times to count. She reaches up and gently grasps the fleur-de-lis pendant around her neck and fiddles with it as her eyes find me and narrow slightly. I can’t help but smirk at her, not giving a single fuck if she’s already suspicious of our presence and how we found her.

Fleur crosses her arms across her chest and gives us a haughty look; it’s sexy as fuck. “What are the three of you doing here?”

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