“Thanks. So, erm, you’re intending to party?” she asked, glancing over once again at her brother. She also bit her lip, and he wanted to bite that lip for her.
“We’re not going to hurt your brother. I have a lot of respect for him.”
“Considering he agreed to fight a kid?”
“My brother is not just any kid.” He was about to rest his hand on his hips but stopped when he remembered the gun strapped to his body. Jacob never went anywhere without being heavily armed. “We’re here to celebrate as we accept Riley into the fold.”
“The fold?”
“He’s going to be working with me as a partner.”
“What do you do?” she asked.
“Stuff.” He never talked about his business. His father was the head of the business, and he took orders from him, from their main business in the center of the city, a casino. It was so fucking cliché, but his father had a head for numbers, and with casinos, they could be built over the country, and even abroad. It’s an easy way to get the feds to look the other way while the real business went down. He did everything his father told him to. Yes, he hurt people, and he’d killed people for his family. Staring at Lou, he just knew she wasn’t ready to deal with that kind of shit. Then he had a horrible feeling. What if she was never ready to deal with that kind of stuff?
“Stuff?”
“I do a lot of stuff.”
“Okay, well my mother always told me not to ask too many questions, and I guess it’s one of those moments. I’ve got work to do.”
She pushed past him, making her way toward the table of businessmen. He didn’t like the way they looked at her.
“What can I get you?” Ben asked. “Do you want me to call the women out to party?”
Jacob returned his attention to the barman. He liked Ben, and this had been the place he and his brothers could let off steam. They all loved fucking, and the women at the strip club were always more than happy to give them what they wanted. If he wanted his dick sucked, all he had to do was pull it out, and suck away she would.
He gave the table order and made his way back to where his brothers were laughing and joking. Jacob took a seat beside Riley, and watched Lou as he did. The businessmen were screaming at the stripper on stage who was giving them all a show of her cunt and ass.
Lou avoided their groping hands, and Jacob gritted his teeth in the hope of keeping all of his senses. He was so damn angry, and he wanted to kill every motherfucker who tried to touch her.
“Your sister doesn’t like me,” he said.
Riley snorted. “She doesn’t like a lot of people. You know she’s only worki
ng here to piss our mother off.”
“Why?”
“Do you like my sister?”
The whole table had gone quiet.
“Why does she want to piss your mother off?”
Riley’s drunken expression changed, and Jacob was even surprised by the sudden change in the man. He’d been faking it, and Jacob developed a lot of respect for Riley. Unlike most of the Moores, Riley wasn’t out for everything he could get. “What do you want to do with my sister?”
“I want to fuck her!” Jacob leaned in close. “But before I fuck her, I want to take her out on a date.”
“You fucker!” Riley went to grab him, but Jacob’s brothers kept him down in his seat. He fought though, and the rest of his men formed a barricade around them. “You’re not coming near my sister.”
Jacob sighed. “Stop fighting. I’ve got no intention of ever hurting your sister. Have you heard the rumors about the Denton men?”
“What?”
“The Denton men, the legacy, and the shit around our women?”
“Some rumor that you only love once, and you’re possessive as fuck when it comes to your woman. Everyone has heard that fucking rumor. Your father doesn’t exactly hide how he fucking feels.”