“It’s nothing.”
“Fuck if that isn’t nothing.”
She took his hand. “He hit me, that’s all. Do we have to stay or can we move on?”
Jacob looked over her shoulder toward his father.
“Go. We’ve got this. This needs us to clean it up. I’ve already contacted my brothers. They’ll be here to help me.”
Jacob took her hand, leading her away from the brothel.
“I take it tonight is a really bad night?”
“It’s the worst fucking night. Everything I told you we weren’t was completely fucking twisted inside that bastard place.”
“You sound pissed.”
“I am.” Jacob started up the car, and Lou turned toward him, watching.
“Where are we going now?” she asked.
“I’m heading over to Frank’s.”
Lou reached for the visor and flipped it down, seeing the bruise already forming on her cheek.
“That bastard will pay for what he did to you.”
“It’s no big deal. I shot him.”
“I’ll handle him.”
“When?”
“My father knows to keep him safe for when I’ve finished tonight.”
“We’re not going to dinner?”
“We are, but you see, a Denton never finishes work.”
Ten minutes later they walked into Frank’s strip club, and she was pushed at the bar. Seconds later, Riley was there, and he was cupping her face.
“What the fuck happened?”
There was a lot of what the fucks going on. “We found a bad guy who had no problem hitting girls or women.” She cupped her cheek and winced.
“Will you keep an eye on her while I talk with Frank?” Jacob asked.
“Sure. She’s my sister. Of course I’d take care of her.”
Ben handed her a shot of whiskey, and she took it graciously, throwing it to the back of her throat, and swallowing it down. She needed the burn.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?”
Lou gave him a rundown of what went down.
“I’m going to kill the prick who touched you.”
“Calm down, Riley. I shot him in the leg. This is—it’s dangerous work what you’re going to do with Jacob. Please, promise me you won’t do anything stupid,” she said.
“Lou, this is me.”
“Exactly, it’s why I’m asking.”
“I’m not going to do anything stupid. I promise.” He wrapped his arms around her, and she winced. Her side was hurting.
Jacob chose that moment to come out. “I need to borrow your office, Frank,” he said. Without asking for her consent, he grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the small space of Frank’s office.
“Have you done your business?” she asked.
“Remove your shirt.”
“What?”
“You hurt when Riley hugged your side. Remove it. I want to see.”
“It’s nothing.”
“It was enough to make you wince.”
Annoyed, she pulled the shirt over her head. She wore a white vest, with a crop top underneath.
Jacob took over, gripping the edge of her shirt, and lifting it over her head. She froze. The bra she wore wasn’t padded. The room grew just that little bit smaller. Jacob pulled the crop top over her head, and she heard it fall to the floor. Staring into his dark brown eyes, Lou couldn’t look away. He held her captive.
She tensed up as his fingers touched her side, sliding up.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
Forcing herself to look away, she stared down at his large, masculine fingers stroking up her side.
“No, it doesn’t. The guy, he pushed me, and I hit the wall. Just a few bruises maybe.” She looked at him and took a step back. Jacob moved closer to her, and the air seemed to thicken between them. He was taller than she was, making it so she had to tilt her head back to see him.
She took a deep breath as his thumb grazed the underside of her breast. Her nipple puckered, and she tensed up. For some strange reason, she wasn’t afraid of him.
He moved his thumb up, and traced back and forth over her nipple. Lou didn’t try to stop him.
“I’m not easy,” she said.
“I know.” Jacob moved his finger over the lace of her bra, and tugged it down so that her breast spilled out. He leaned in close, pressing his lips to hers. His gaze stayed on hers, and then he took her nipple between his lips, sucking it into his mouth.
Heat flooded her pussy, and she cried out as his teeth bit into the bud. He soothed it out with his tongue. She pressed her legs together to try to ease the need that had started.
Someone knocked on the door, bringing their time to an end.
“I think it’s time we go to dinner.”
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