Page 19 of Cole's Command

Chapter Seven

Cole

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“SO, WHAT DO YOU THINK?” Draco’s sneer reverberated over the noise of the bass, but Cole still had to lean close to hear him.

“About what?”

Cole usually enjoyed Indigo’s music, but tonight the club’s less than melodic choices were exacerbating his weariness and ratcheting up his growing headache. He’d rather have been curled up resting in one of the family’s numerous homes, but with Balthazar and Sebastian officially off the market, he had accepted Draco’s invitation to party.

His blond brother was now the only one who had an appetite for clubbing and casual sex, and although he and Draco were not usual wingmen for each other, Cole enjoyed spending time with him. Draco was a thorn in so many other people’s sides. He was sarcastic, brusque, and often brutally honest, and he irritated Balthazar to high heaven, but to Cole, Draco was a shining light. Cole didn’t always agree with his brother, but he always respected him.

“The selection of women.” Draco gestured to the dance floor below the V.I.P. balcony they were sitting in. “Or men.” He shrugged. “Anything you fancy?”

“They’re people, Draco.” Cole rolled his eyes at Draco’s dehumanizing language. “Not things.”

“Whatever.” Draco snorted. “They could be fucking furniture for all I care, so long as they’re wet and ready when I want them.”

“Classy.” Cole’s mutter wasn’t audible over the thrumming bassline.

“What?” Draco snapped, his gaze narrowing as he glared Cole’s way.

“It’s a little too bassy for me.” Cole sighed, stretching back in his leather chair. It wasn’t a lie.

“I wanted to ask you a question.” As he edged closer, Draco’s brow furrowed.

“What about?” Cole repeated.

Indigo was hardly the ideal place for a serious chat, yet something about the glint in Draco’s gaze told him that whatever came next was important.

“Dad’s damn contract.” Draco clenched his jaw.

“Oh.” That again.

“Yeah,” Draco looked at him wryly, catching the stray thought. “That again. I reckon there must be a way out.”

“A way out?” Cole practically shouted. “Dad had that clause drawn up. It’s watertight.”

“Nothing’s watertight.” Draco grinned, revealing a line of near perfect teeth. “Not with the right legal team.”

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