Page 57 of Baby Duke

"Oh, shoosh! I know my romance movies, buddy, and you have it ba-ad," East sings happily. "Bothof you do."

Roe scowls at East, but her cheeks are flushed. Some sick, primal part of me ignites at that.

"You are so damn wrong, girl, but if you wanted to know what it was like, all you had to do was ask," Roe taunts.

East's eyes widen, and she shakes her head rapidly. "Nope. We arenotgoing there."

Roe laughs and pulls East in for a quick side hug.

Bored of their antics, I open my phone and open Facebook. Wouldn't you fucking know it, the first post to pop up is a bad recording of me slamming a fist into that damn singer's face. I curse and throw my phone to the side. Father was not going to be happy.

Slinging me a side eye, East asks Roe what her plans are for the day. If I had anything to do with it, she would be tits down, ass up on my bed, my cock buried inside of her till the sun rose on the morrow.

"Katie is taking me to look at some cars," Roe says, pulling her phone out. "Shit, I really should get going.”

Before I can demand that she stay for a while, East jumps in. "Ooh, can I come?" she batts her eyelashes, "pretty please?"

"Easterly," I cut in before Roe can have her say, "you know father would not approve."

East huffs, sinking into the chair. Roe, however, rises to her feet.

"That asshole can stick it where the sun doesn't shine!" she all but shouts to the heavens.

I rise to my feet and grab her by the throat, pulling her roughly until we are chest to chest.

"Keep your voice down," I growl. "Do you have a fucking death wish?"

Roe tilts her head back, angling her mouth closer to my own. I can't help but drop my gaze to her lush lips, slightly agape and breathing heavily onto my own.

"So, this is suddenly incredibly awkward but also freaking adorable," East says from seemingly far away.

Roe jerks from my grip, keeping eye contact as she lowers herself back down to her seat. I do the same; my cock rock fucking hard. Roe smirks as I adjust myself while East is pointedly looking anywhere but at me.

"So," Roe says, relenting our stare off. "What is the Den?"

Easterly looks expectantly at me.

"I don't know," I admit after a beat.

East snorts, "How couldyounot know? He tells you everything."

I shake my head, not wanting to get into this with my sister. I choose to ignore her question and turn back to Roe instead.

"I was going through the accounts last night," I say in a hushed breath, leaning closer to the girls. "Under Mazzuchelli's, there was a list of departments that any typical hotel would draw income from: accommodation, the bar, and restaurant. Beneath all that wasTheDen. That is the first time I have ever seen or heard anything about it. But what had me even more confused was the money it raked in."

They both look at me expectantly. I sigh and slouch back into the chair. "I'm talking hundreds of thousands every month."

"He is a drug dealer," Roe says seriously, and I snort. "What? You think dearest daddy is above selling drugs?"

I shake my head, but truly, I am not a hundred percent sure anymore.

"He said 'dazzling delights'," East says slowly. "Maybe it’s a strip club?"

I contemplate a moment but shake my head. Law's family owns strip clubs and the like. Vincent has always sneeredabout those businesses on the few occasions he had spoken to me about them. How dirty and used the women were. The loud music, the sticky floors, and terrible company.

Roe’s phone beeps, bringing me back out of my head.

"Shit, it's Katie," she sighs, getting up. "I better get going."

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