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“Where would we start? I don’t have a little black book of names.”

“Club Sin has a room for that. You fill in your requisite, any specific details you require and they find the best match for an additional price.”

I huff out a grunt of shock and turn in the driver’s seat to connect eyes with Stefan. What the hell is happening here? “People sign up to breed with complete strangers?” There's no damn way that is a thing.

Stefan’s head bobs up and down as he reaches behind him and takes the smoke out of Emilio’s mouth right before he can light it up.

“Fucker.”

“Whatever man, not in the car for fuck’s sake.” Stefan turns back to me. “Club Sin offers a lot to its members. As it should with the hefty membership price tag. We just never took advantage of them. The breeder room comes with an additional cost if you have a certain criteria.”

“Which we would,” Emilio adds.

I begin to see a dim light down the endless tunnel in front of us toward getting peace for my father and us. “Agreed.” Not just anyone can carry an Astor’s child. That’s not me sounding like a dickhead. I have to protect the family and everyone we get involved with.

I tap my fingers on the wheel. It’s not just to make my father happy, it’s for all of us. “If we do this, it’s a group thing.” Whoever we bring into our circle will need protection. She and our child get that better with the three of us.

Both men nod. “I’m ready for someone soft between us and tiny pampers. You fuckers are getting boring. Three men and a baby sounds like a nice way to move into a new future.”

Pure awe and dreamy wishful thinking smothers Emilio’s words until I can practically smell the baby powder.

All three of us have been connected at the hip since highschool. My father never understood the need for me to welcome such close friends when they could stab me in the back at any time.

His limited beliefs cost him a lot. I knew from an early age I never wanted to go that route. When you sit at the top of the food chain, friends are how you stay alive. Real friends.

Emilio and Stefan are more than friends. They are blood brothers.

I grip the wheel, considering my options. I have a duty to the family. No matter how much I want to shut out the world and ride this life into the ground, I can’t. Too many would suffer.

“Three men and a baby. And a wife. We do this, we are all in.” Momentary insanity sets in. This could get us all killed.

Stefan lets out a heavy sigh that sums up my thoughts.

“All in,” they both agree and for the first time in my life fear grips me by the balls.

Two

Stella

Islide onto a plush bar stool and accept the cocktail slide in front of me and another one for my sister.

“Thanks.” The bartender offers a casual grin before moving on to others waiting for their order. I glance nervously around the intimate lounge and try not to gawk at the Club Sin members enjoying their partners.

Supple skin, delightful gasps and delicate moans mix headily with the low tempoed music. In front of me is a full mirror so I don't have to turn to enjoy the elegant surroundings. Everything is either glowing or glittering around me. That goes for the decor and the members, too. Tonight’s theme is glow stick mania and the members have gotten pretty creative with their eighties throw-back attire. Or lack thereof.

A couple catches my eye through the mirror spanning the length of the bar. Four gentlemen decked out in full-fledged tuxedos surround a woman wearing nothing but glowing things from tits to toes. Pulsating nipple clamps is new for me and the men she’s with from the enchanted looks on their faces.

My eyes connect with the woman’s and I offer a smile. We share a moment of understanding that she’s about to have the night of her life and I’m a little green with envy at how easily some people have it at finding love. Or lust.

“Hey, babe. Sorry I’m late. I had a thing to take care of.”

I angle a look at my sister that says I know what thing means. “You smell like cigar smoke and bad decisions.”

She gives a saucy shrug. “Be grateful I don't smell like a dank and dark dungeon.”

I hold a hand up. “Say no more.” I know her job description comes with the need to use shady locations to “handle business”. The less I know, the better.

I gesture to our surroundings. “When I told you I wanted to feel alive, I never thought you would bring me to a sex club.”

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