Page 11 of Promiscuous Lies

His hand covers mine, and he leans in. “Take your money and fucking leave. You’re done for today.”

Fucking asshole.

You don’t have to tell me twice.

Smiling, I grab the cash and saunter out, knowing his gaze is glued to my ass.

An ass he’ll never have the chance to grab again.

What the fuck is wrong with that man?

CHAPTER 6

Dutton

“Why did you send her away? We could have had some fun,” Hawke says, admiring Posie as she exits the room. My hands tighten on the back of the couch, but I bite my tongue. It’s not the first time they’ve been here, but it is the first time I’ve been mad at them for wanting to give one of my women attention.

I stare at the door momentarily, half expecting her to return because that seems like something she would do.

“It’s unlike you to pay for your own services. Feeling lonely?” Hawke bites back a smile, and I suddenly want to get very stabby. Or at least have a drink so I can tolerate him a little more. As usual, Ford remains quiet compared to his obnoxious twin.

I hit the button beside my seat, which calls for someone to service us. Samantha enters, her eyes lighting up the moment she sees Hawke. It’s no secret the muscled beefcake is popular amongst the women, and although I’d usually let them play, I want to get straight down to business.

“The usual, Samantha, with three glasses.” She looks disheartened, and Hawke is about to argue when I raise my hand to him. She leaves without a word.

“Wow, you really are all work and no play. That’s funny coming from someone who goes around running clubs that provide pleasure,” Hawke says, disheartened.

“Might I add that it’s not a necessity for you to fuck every woman in this city?” I say, undoing the top two buttons of my shirt and readjusting my cock. Posie dared to touch and taunt me in ways that no other woman has. Even the women I do fuck don’t get the privilege of being so… intimate… so playful. She acts like it’s her personal mission to unnerve me.

“No, but it’s a preference,” he replies with a smart-ass smile.

Samantha saunters back in with a bottle of my finest whiskey. She pours it into three glasses with ice and then slides one over to each of us, her gaze focused on Hawke. I swallow the harsh drink, trying to cool my temper.

I’ve considered a few different reasons or angles Posie might be here. It could very well be what Paula said—that she’s trying to build a better life for herself, but I leave nothing to chance. I’ve watched her these past few weeks. Well, when she shows up for work, of course. I could easily have someone trail her, but that feels like a waste of resources. Or I could pay Will Walker, a family friend, and the best tracker around, to dig up dirt on her.

I tap my finger contemplatively. So why haven’t I done that yet? Money’s not an issue. I could have all the answers right now in front of me, but for some reason, there’s the allure of the mystery surrounding her, which could be just as damning. There’s also a pleasure in extracting information from someone, whether it be through torture, pleasure, or various other entertaining means. Whether she likes it or not, she is my current obsession because I don’t like anyone I haven’t yet figured out.

When Samantha leaves and closes the door, I bring the glass to my lips. “I saw that Trea Lissor was taken into custody today. The press is eating him alive,” I say with a smirk.

Hawke chuckles. “Would you believe he never left his house after we returned him? The guy was terrified.”

“His father approached Rya Monti to get his son out of this situation,” Ford says before he downs half the glass in one mouthful. Interesting. Rya is the best criminal lawyer in New York, and my aunt. She has, in many ways, influenced Eli’s and my way of thinking, especially his, considering she’s his mother.

“Did she take the case?” I ask because I can imagine the hefty amount of money his father is willing to offer, but if she did take him on as a client, I might have to have a private discussion with her. If she even considers it, I’ll kill him myself before he can make bail.

“Nah. Eli explained the situation, and she’s trying to take fewer cases as she and Crue settle into this semi-retirement shit,” Hawke replies.

I roll my eyes at my aunt and uncle. I love them both dearly, but retirement doesn’t suit the busy mafia family. “Speaking of… Where is Eli?”

“Probably trying to get his wife pregnant. That’s all those two do these days.” Hawke rolls his eyes.

“I’ve walked in on them twice, and Eli had the audacity to bark orders at me as if I were the intruder when they’re fucking in public,” Ford says under his breath.

“You know peeping is a real kink, brother. I don’t judge you if that’s your thing. Just don’t do it with me. You’ll feel inadequate.” Hawke grins widely. He’s already pouring his second drink and then goes to top off mine and Ford’s glasses.

The door bursts open, and Billie barges in. I internally groan as she points her finger in my direction. Behind her is Hope, and I’m even more uncomfortable having Alek Ivanov’s daughter in one of my clubs. The notorious killer and black-market auctioneer is no doubt as protective of her as I am of my sister.But at least the twins are here, so they’ll get the lecture before me because they’re family.

“What the fuck did you do?” Billie demands with hands on her hips. “Trea asks me to go to the ball and then ghosts me, and one week later, he’s being imprisoned?!”

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