“Am I that obvious?”

“Hell yes!” She frowned. “But I could use another drink.”

“Atta girl,” I said. “Let’s get out of here.”

We moved through the heavy crowd together while the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Even without turning around, I knew Enzo was staring me down. Everything in me screamed to glance over my shoulder, to take one last look, but I forced myself to keep moving.

I needed to get that security system installed. And then I needed to take Enzo apart piece by fucking piece.

Agitation and annoyance filled me as Tex left with some woman under his arm. I’d watched him the moment he stepped in, facing the pounding music to lay eyes on him.

“Oh, what’s that face,” Gin asked.

His finger was poised to jam into my cheek. I gave him the barest of glances before I watched Tex’s retreat. He was gone the next second, and I couldn’t place the strange feeling stabbing me in the side.

“What's wrong, Enzo?” Gin asked, his tone changing, coming off more serious.

“Nothing.”

He grunted and crossed his arms over his chest. Gin moved closer, his six-five height towering over me. “It’s not nothing.”

Drop it. I tilted my head back just a little to meet his gaze. He didn’t falter. I knew no matter if I were direct or not, Gin would keep pushing.

Bastard.

“You won’t tell me, will you? I can always guess.” He leaned over the railing, looking down at the crowd.

The one thing that had held my attention was no longer there. I turned away.

“I know it’s not the music bothering you.” Gin was right on my heels as I retreated toward the back of the club. I needed to leave. To hunt down Tex and see what he was up to.

Gin’s arm draped over my shoulder, and his mouth was near my ear. “Is it that cute cop?”

Cute? Every fiber of my being reacted to my brother’s words. I twisted toward him as I wrapped an arm around his wrist. I used his body weight against him as I flipped him over my back and onto the floor.

My knife was in my hand before I even thought about it and sliced through the air toward Gin’s chest.

“Fuck!” Gin’s hands wrapped around the steel blade stopping its descent. “Are you crazy?” He shook his head as blood dripped down, staining his white button-up. “Never mind. I know that fucking answer.”

I blinked slowly at him. Gin had said Tex was cute. It was clear my brother needed to go. I wouldn’t let him take my toy away.

“Enzo, I’m not going to fuck with your latest obsession,” Gin growled. “Now, back the fuck off.”

I stared into his eyes for another second before I eased back. He let my knife go, and I pulled out a cloth to clean it before putting it away.