Page 10 of Room One Hundred and Eighteen

“I don’t know why you gotta try and wind him up, Cash, but leave him alone. We’ve got to work as one unit right now if we’re gonna get what we all want.”

“I know that,” I snap. I slam my way through the door and we head for the elevators to the bottom floor. Club Sin is the top six floors of the Centennial Building.

We step out into the lobby and I immediately whistle when I see the car. Our driver, Marcus steps out and smiles. “Early morning today, gentlemen.”

Max snorts and grins. “Late night, you mean, Marcus.”

He laughs. “I wasn’t gonna say it. Where do you need to go? Home?”

Reid shakes his head. “Nope. We need to go into the office for awhile and then we need to head over to MonroeTech.”

“Ah. Takeover?”

Reid grins wickedly. “I guess you could call it that. You might even call it a hostile takeover.”

“I’ll pray for you then.”

I mutter, “better pray for our balls.”

Max and Reid shoot me a glare and I shrug, “If you don’t think you can handle it than we’ll go without you.”

“I can handle it. But I’m not opposed to wearing a cup. I’m always safety conscious. It goes with the job.”

Both of the assholes grunt and sit in the car, refusing to move over for me until I shove one of their asses out of the way. “Move. Until you want me to punch your damn dick!”

“Once again, guys. One goal. We’ve only got one goal.”

“Court,” I sigh. “I know. I’d like it if I felt better about it. I just don’t know why she took off.”

I sigh and stare out the window and Max chuckles. “You’re a moody asshole at the best of times. Right now you’re practically fucking melancholy. I feel like I’m watching a teenage girl.”

“At least I know how to fuck a woman, asshole. I made her lose her mind.”

“We all gave her every bit of each other. As a team. We are a family. We’ve always been and we always will be family. And our woman deserves for us to work together to make her life good and make her feel fucking fantastic. If it takes all three of us then it does. If she needs one of us than we should make room for that as well.”

“We know, Cash,” Max rolls his green eyes and glares at me. “Jesus, you can be a real asshole sometimes.”

“I can be a real asshole all the time. It’s a gift.”

The car slows and I see the office building, glass and steel gleaming in the sun. Marcus stops the car and opens the door. “Gentlemen, here we go. Good luck on your endeavors and I’m sure that you will be victorious in whatever you’re trying to do.”

“I certainly hope so,” Max growls even as Reid glares at all of us.

“Let’s go. I want to get to Court as soon as possible.” The security guard behind the front desk smiles at us but his eyebrows stay puckered and he grunts at us.

“Yes, gentlemen.”

Reid sighs and pushes through the elevator doors. He turns and we file in around him, sighing when the guard just continues to eye us cynically.

None of us say a damn words though. There’s nothing to say. We’ve got shit to do and no time to stop and shoot the shit as they say.”

The elevator feels like it creeps up the building, like a spider skittering slowly across the floor, keeping an eye on everything around it.

And when we reach the top floor and come face to face with one of our security team, we all know that something strange is going on.

“Sirs. We have a slight problem with the woman you asked us to keep an eye on.”

And with that, I eye him reproachfully. “Don’t be so damn circumspect. Let’s get to the office and you can explain why you look like you’ve been sucking on lemons.”

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