Page 24 of Blood Money

That was it. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “You’re wrong. I hate watching these men. I want to kill them all, then take Liam off the stage and drag him out of this club.”

“And punish him for being so fucking hot that they all want him?”

I glanced him my brother, pissed off that he knew me too well. “You think I’m a fucking savage.”

“I know you are. You want to torment him for doing exactly what you agreed for him to do.”

“So what. It’s none of your business.”

“Enjoy yourself, but don’t fuck up everything over him. No hot guy is worth that.”

Vito was right. So why was my mind screaming that Liam was worth it, more than worth it?

When Liam failed to come see me after his set, I pretended I wasn’t bothered. I was sure he’d noticed me. He’d looked right at me as he ran a hand over the thick bulge in his jock strap.

“Are you going to go find him?” Vito asked.

“No.”

“You know you want to.”

What I was going to do was punch my brother in the face if he didn’t shut up. “You’ve seen him dance. Now it’s time for you to leave.”

“So you can go find him and not have to tell me?”

“Vito.”

He held up his hands. “Fine. I guess I’ve pissed you off enough for today.”

“Enough for the rest of my life.”

He laid a hand on my arm. “Listen, if you need to talk about this, you know I’m here. You know I’ll help you any way I can. I owe you my life, and I’ll never consider that debt repaid.”

I pulled him to me in a tight hug, but when I released him I pointed toward the door. “Out.”

As soon as he walked away, I headed to the back of the club. Liam wasn’t going to avoid talking to me.

I stepped into the dressing room and ignored the sultry looks the dancers gave me.

“Where’s Liam?” I barely managed to keep my tone civil.

“In the back,” one of the guys said. “He’s with a client, giving a private dance.”

When I stomped out, I heard them whistle. There would be no stopping the rumors now, no way to keep everyone from knowing I’d claimed Liam as mine. But I didn’t really care if the dancers knew. I was only worried about other family members finding out. No one who worked for me here would dare go against me and tell my father anything. They’d be happy to never have contact with him after the stories they’d heard.

I banged on the door of the first private room. “Liam?”

“We’re fucking busy in here!” Filippo yelled.

I moved on to the next room. When I pounded on that one, calling for Liam, no one responded.

What the regular club patrons didn’t know was that the private rooms all had well-hidden surveillance cameras so we could monitor what was going on. We had a few VIP customers who got off on watching, and we let them see the feeds for a steep fee.

I let myself into the narrow corridor the dancers used to get into their half of the divided rooms. At the end of the hall there was a small office where we could watch the surveillance feeds.

When I looked at the camera for room two, red clouded my vision. Liam was in there, but he wasn’t dancing behind the glass. He’d joined the man on his side. Liam was fully naked and grinding on the man’s lap. When the man wrapped a hand around Liam’s dick, I lost it completely.

Liam tried to push his hand away, but the man gripped him tighter, making Liam flinch.

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