Chapter One
Sebastian
Taking my first sip of coffee of the morning settles me while I look over the legitimate deals that cover up my less-than-reputable dealings. I’m heading off to Sin City in an hour to create another profitable and legal venture with Emiliano Martín and his hotels.
So far, everything looks promising, and only one thing could ruin it. As if conjuring David’s name out of my thoughts, I lift my head up from the documents to see my younger brother coming into my office without knocking or an invitation.
“I’ve got us some special entertainment for tonight,” David says, adjusting his suit. His light gray jacket looks completely rumpled, creases visible everywhere. It drives me nuts that he doesn’t take his appearance into consideration. As the head of this organization, my brother’s appearance and conduct reflect poorly on me. It’s one of the reasons he could never be my second.
I look at my new blue-dial Breitling and shake my head. “It’s seven in the fucking morning,” I snarl.
“It’s never too early to plan on getting pussy.” All he can think about is fucking. I want to blow his fucking head off sometimes, but family is family, and I don’t want that on my conscience. There are a lot of sins I’ll pay for when I meet my maker, but my brother’s demise won’t be one of them.
“I don’t want a whore,” I answer, reminding my asshole brother that I’m solely there to talk business with Emiliano Martín, not to get my dick wet by some cheap tail. That’s why the bastard can’t focus for more than five minutes—because he’s always got his hands down his pants. I’m surprised he’s not keeling over with some venereal disease by now.
“Why not? You need to get laid.” He tosses his feet up on my desk and earns a scowl, so he quickly removes them off my expensive wood. Brother or not, I run a tight fucking organization that doesn’t tolerate disrespect from anyone.
Our mother is the only reason I let this asshole still live.God rest her soul.David pushes my buttons on a daily basis like he’s asking me to take him out. Thankfully, my men see him for what he is: a pain-in-the-ass brother.
“Mind your business, David.” My parents should have stopped with me, but what the fuck can I say? They actually loved each other and wanted a family.
David is a fucking pervert and may always be thinking with his dick, but I’m quick to drop a motherfucker. Murder and money are always on my mind. It makes me second guess having a family which isn’t a problem because I haven’t found a woman I want to rule by my side.
“Calm down, Sebastian. They’re only escorts. You don’t have to fuck them. They’re simply for arm candy—and if you want them to drop to their knees, they’ll do that too.” He wags his brows and pumps his hand over his lap like he’s guiding a woman’s head for a blow job. I scowl at him and slowly shake my head in pure aggravation. “Listen to me. These rich men expect us to have nice pieces of meat with us. Trust me. You don’t have to get your dick wet. I’ll take them both when we’re done with the meeting.”
I don’t listen to him because I have more important shit to do. There is a business deal I want. “Let’s go. We don’t have time for games.” I stand and unroll my sleeves, buttoning the cuffs before sliding on my suit jacket. Without giving him a moment to add any bullshit monologue, I leave my office. The prick is only going to delay our trip to Vegas.
“Wait for me, Bast…ian.” I spin on my heel and snarl as I stalk toward him, eating up the steps between us. He throws his hands up, trying to get me to relax. “Bro, you need to lighten up.” That makes me see red.
I’m in his face with just an inch separating us. “You need to remember that you’re speaking to your boss as well.” I’m two inches taller and at least thirty pounds heavier with all muscle, so I easily pin him to the wall, anger getting the better of me.
“We’re still at the house,” he chokes out, sputtering for air.
“Don’t push me, David. I’m not in the mood for your shit.” I release my grip on his throat with a hard push off, wanting to gut check him, but I don’t. Instead, I fix my suit again, and make my way through the house.
David knows that I’m already on edge and taking him with me is only going to make it worse, but it’s better than leaving him here and trusting him to his own devices. The man has a habit of getting himself into a bit of trouble. I’d hate to see my empire fall apart because this fucker started a war with the wrong people when I wasn’t around to clean up the mess—again.
I approach my guard Julio at the front door. “I’ll be back by Monday.” My home is over twenty-five thousand square feet and guarded by a dozen men at any given time, even though I have a much larger organization who often rotate throughout the day. For this trip I will also be taking several trusted men along with me to keep an eye on David as well as watch my back.
“Yes, boss.” He nods, understanding that he’s not to let shit go down while I’m gone or there will be hell to pay. David behaves all the way to the vehicle, keeping his antics to himself.
As we slide into the back of the SUV, I say, “We’re ready. Let’s go.”
“Yes, boss,” Jose says. He’s taking us to the airport.
My driver makes our way out of my estate through the large iron gates and onto the main road before my brother opens his big fucking mouth again.
“So if they give us a hard time, we cap them all?” he asks like an impatient child.
“No. If they don’t want the deal, we walk out. End of story, David. We don’t need to start a war over every single deal that doesn’t go our way. I’m not interested in going to war with people who aren’t even in our world.”
“Getting weak,” he mutters under his breath. “He’s only got a biker gang on his side, nothing more.” Martín has more than that even if he doesn’t let on. He’s not completely squeaky clean, but his hands aren’t as dirty as mine.
“Going to war over a deal with people from across the country isn’t worth it, David. Now drop the act. You know damn well you aren’t ready for any war. If you remember the last time…” He gets fucking sheepish when I mention it because he has no balls. He’s a big pussy who is all talk, and we both know it. The last time I went to war, he hid like a little bitch and let me clean up the mess he made, costing me men, money, and nearly my life.
“Fine, but at least I want to get some pussy while we’re there.”
“Fine. You can have your escorts, but I’ll end up sending mine packing.”