Oh this is going to be good if he’s blushing. “Sometimes around Sabrina, I, well, you know.” He sighs.
Chuckling, I ask, “Know what?” refusing to let him off the hook.
“Jesus Christ…I get aroused. I feel something in my dead dick. Okay. Happy now?”
Not wanting to get more into my brother’s problem, I decide to stop with the questions while holding back my laugh. Fuck knows what other things he’ll reveal. I shudder in thought and remember to check my phone in case Rosie has replied to my message. I could do with hearing her voice, but I’m not talking to her without privacy.
Lucien’s breathing has evened out and he looks to have gone back to sleep so I pick my phone from the table and read Rosie’s message telling me she’s fine and in bed about to go to sleep. She’ll see me in the morning when her batteries are fully charged.
I’m not happy to be sleeping alone tonight, but I guess she thinks she’ll get a night’s sleep if she’s back at her place alone. Tomorrow I’m going to make sure she knows I’m capable of leaving her alone when she needs her rest. She’s my woman to take care of and I don’t like her thinking otherwise.
Holding my phone, it starts to vibrate in my hand with an incoming call. For a split second my heart accelerates only to thud in disappointment when I see Ramon’s name flashing on the screen.
“What do you want at this time?” I grumble into the phone and quickly move to the kitchen so I don’t wake Lucien up. Looking at him slumped over, a train could probably run through the house and he wouldn’t wake up.
I pour myself a glass of water as Ramon asks, “Have you seen Lucien? I’m supposed to be his ride home?”
“He’s passed out on my sofa. You head home and I’ll get him home tomorrow,” I say, rubbing my temples as a headache has started to gather.
Shaking out two more Tylenol but for me this time, I knock them back with the cold water, and drain the glass not realizing how thirsty I am. It’s the damn latte they make across the street. I’m sure they add salt or something. I really need to stop going there.
“Okay.” He hesitates as though he wants to say something else. “I think something went down tonight?”
What the fuck!
“Say that again?”
“I said—”
“Never mind,” I cut him off, “I heard you. But what do you think went down.”
My head pounds as I back up into a chair and drop down onto it. I need sleep, and for this shit to stop at Kenza.
“I overheard two guys talking when I was taking a leak and they’d just scored some ‘brown sugar.’ And you know what that is right?”
“Are you shittin’ me? Of course I know what the fuck brown sugar is.” I try to calm my temper down some because getting pissed at Ramon isn’t going to help. “Did you hear them say where they got it from?”
“Yeah. I did. In fact, you already know.”
“Fuckin’ hell.” I slam my fist onto the table beside me. “Who the fuck is doing this?”
“Someone who works at the club. I didn’t get a name…or gender. They left. And that’s it. Look, I’ll be around first thing tomorrow with breakfast and we can hash out a plan then okay.”
“I’ll see you then.” I hang up the call wanting to go downstairs and find the staff responsible for this.
When I find out who is behind this I’m going to have the last fuckin’ laugh. Because they’ll be behind bars with an end to their fucked up operation at my club.
Chapter 30 ~ Rosie
I’m really not sure how Ruben is going to take the fact that I spent the night in Hunter’s hotel room with him. Nothing happened, and I didn’t expect anything to, but after he saw the look on my face when I re-entered the club, he made me tell him what had happened. As soon as I did he had me out of there, on his bike and in his hotel room before I could say anything else.
He’s more like a big brother to me, more than anything and last night he held me while I slept. It should have felt awkward, but it had made me feel safe. He made me feel safe.