I pushed to stand when seven-seven-seven walked on stage.
My eyes followed the spotlight by fucking accident. I had every intention of leaving. Of taking my security detail, grabbing the last of the bottle of bourbon from behind the bar, and sleeping alone tonight.
But then she walked on stage.
Fuck.
No one had looked so out of place up there before.
Wide frightened eyes. Pink lips that quivered slightly. She pressed her palms into her sides. It wasn’t what the other girls did. No woman had stood on the stage and acted as if she’d rather jump off and run to closet.
The women who came here wanted to be here. They wanted this room and everything it stood for. Titles. Money. And fucking power. Gold digger was one name for it. Opportunist might have been kinder.
They didn’t get more than one night. It was a mutual agreement. One protected by a legal document. No phones or photography were allowed. The Titan had locked down any potential problems. Tallies were vetted. And membership was exclusive. The women who took their one shot had an angle. One night to convince themselves they were worthy of a prince or a Hollywood star.
But seven-seven-seven wasn’t that kind of woman.
Malcom cleared his throat. “Shall we begin?”
I slid into my seat and picked up the baton with my crest on it. Every man here was identified by his family crest. That’s how dated Galona was. Crests. Family trees that could be traced for centuries. Old money. Ancient money.
“You’re staying?” Ash whispered.
“Shut up.”
The bidding started at twenty-thousand.
I waited for the fifth bid before I raised the crest in the air. “One hundred thousand,” I shouted.
“Accepted tender is one hundred thousand,” Malcom stated. “Any other propositions?”
It was dark, but I stared at my competition. I dared any other man here to make another offer.
“One-fifty.”
I turned to see the House of Roux’s crest illuminated. Fuck. Sebastian Roux.
“You might have a problem.” Ash leaned over.
“He’ll let it go. He’s just trying to raise the tender. He likes to make things interesting. Gives the bastard something to do.”
“One seventy-five.” My baton flickered in my hand.
Sebastian jumped in after me. “One ninety-five.”
Malcom’s eyebrows arched. “The House of Roux has submitted a tender for one ninety-five.”
I gritted my teeth together. “Take her. She’s yours,” Ash baited me. “Don’t let Sebastian win.”
“Two hundred.” My hand shot in the air again.
From here I wasn’t sure if her eyes were blue or green. They were light and airy. She looked less afraid, and more bewildered about what was happening.
“Two twenty,” Roux barked.
“Mother fucker,” I groaned. How high was he going to let this go? There was a point where I could annihilate him. Rub his face in my wealth. Make him regret his decision to steal my first tender in months.
“Come on, Damon. You aren’t afraid of a little proposition war, are you?” he taunted.