Page 66 of Say My Name

Roman’s eyes meet mine. “You’re not losing anything. You just feel out of control at the moment because of everything going on.”

Is that why I’m seeking Swan’s company?

Am I clinging to her so desperately because I can’t handle the shit going on with my club?

No, it feels like something more.

“Yeah, maybe. I need a drink.” Roman follows me as I walk to the built-in bar in my study. “I’m feeling like there’s too much built-up frustration and I’m about to crack.”

Roman leans against the bar. “That means you need to get laid. Why don’t you just join a room tonight and pound some random slut’s pussy?”

I could do what Roman says, easily. I could join a room and let myself go, but it wouldn’t satisfy me. “No. I’m fucked.” I pour scotch into two tumblers.

“Why is that?”

“Because I don’t want anyone’s pussy buthers.” I hand him a drink.

He lifts the glass to his lips, shaking his head. “Yeah, brother, youarefucked.”

“I have to get to the club.” I drain the scotch, letting it extinguish the flames of desire burning deep for Swan. “Will you be there tonight?”

“Yeah, Ledger and I tried to get in contact with Kurt Merrick. His secretary says he’s out of town. Typical.”

I frown. “That sure makes him look guilty.”

Roman shrugs. “Yeah, I’m stalking his social media, but there’s nothing. It’s like he’s gone radio silent.”

“Scroll back. See if he’s ever done anything suspicious, and call the secretary, try to get his cell number.”

“I called his cell, disconnected.”

“What the fuck?”

“Kurt’s unreachable. But Ledger and I are going to keep working different angles. We’ll reach out to his friends.”

I scrub a hand down my jaw. “Should we talk to his father?”

Roman nods. “I’m thinking that may be our next step.”

“I agree.”

“Need any help with Brandon?” There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“What did you have in mind?”

Roman cracks a wide grin. “Maybe we rough him up like we did those Chekov brothers.”

I nod. “Call Ledger, have him meet us there.”

He’s already pulling out his phone. “On it.”

Roman follows me to the club in his black SUV. When we arrive, Brandon’s waiting by the front entrance, scrolling through his phone until Roman and I walk up on him.

“I need to speak to you,” I say.

He pockets his phone. “Sure. What’s up?”

“Not here. Inside,” is all I say. Before I open the door, Ledger joins us.

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