“Another beer,” Death said.

“I’ll have a whiskey.” I grinned.

He paused for a beat and then got to getting our drinks. Yeah, he was thinking about what happened in his bedroom—didn’t matter that a month had passed. Would he be hard? Had he enjoyed it as much as I did? Or was he still in his freak-out mode where whatever I did was throwing him off his usual game?

As he got our drinks, I turned to Death and asked him, “How’s business goin’?”

“Busy, always fuckin’ busy. We’re a bit run off our feet after openin’ the new brothels as well as another butcher shop.”

“Thought there’d be enough brothers with experience to help out?”

“Yeah, but I might eventually look into more, but then again, there’s more work involved with trainin’ them up.” He grabbed the beer Kylo held out. Death went on talking about something, but I watched as Kylo placed my drink down on the bar. Before he could move his hand away, I reached out and ran my fingers over his. I caught his jolt out of the corner of my eyes and felt him pull his hand away quickly as I nodded to Death.

“Maybe we should look at sellin’ the butcher places, and we’d have more brothers for the security side of things. Be better than employin’ outsiders.”

Death thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Somethin’ to think about.”

I nodded and sensed Kylo move back down the bar.

“Saint” was cooed from my other side. I turned and found Lee, another club girl. She ran her hand over my back. “How you doin’, baby?”

“Real good, darlin’, but busy talkin’ with my brother.” I smacked her on the ass. “Might catch ya later.”

She smiled sultrily. “You got it.” Then she walked away, knowing not to approach Death since he’d set all the women straight at the beginning. If we got new girls, he’d tell them the same thing—he wasn’t interested.

Me? I wasn’t in the mood to taste female that night. I had an urge for one person only, and he was doing everything he could to avoid me. That’d change by the end of the night.

I wasn’t being cocky. He wouldn’t have offered to suck me off if he wasn’t interested in me, even in a small way. He just didn’t know how to take me and my sudden change. Fuck, I didn’t know how to take myself, but I was going along with it because I enjoyed the way Kylo could make me feel. Christ, I hadn’t felt giddy in the gut in a fucking long time.

Maybe it was the thrill of the secret or trying something new… but I reckoned it had something to do with the man himself. Thinking back, when he’d first started tagging along with Boom, before he became a prospect, I’d enjoyed listening to him and watching him because I could never anticipate what he’d do or say. He was open, like the shit he’d blurted about liking Lucas, my brother. It was also the time that Wreck had him against the wall for saying something stupid.