Bitter Truths (The Denton Family Legacy 3)

“Hell no.”

“Then stop giving me ideas of leaving your apartment.” She held onto his arms, walking with him out of the main building. Ignoring the sounds of the machines, and the hustle and bustle of the crowds, she let out a sigh of relief the moment she spotted the car.

Once inside the car, she strapped in, and relaxed into the leather.

“What do you think of the porn you’ve been watching?” he asked.

****

“How do you know about that?”

Oliver knew about everything, especially seeing as she’d left the television on the channel one night when he turned it on. He’d put two and two together, coming up with a very horny woman. Ruby hadn’t come back to him yet with demands. He’d hoped she would have by now. The days seemed to be blending into one another, and as much as he wished that he could focus all of his attention on Ruby, the family needed him. With the Coltons breathing down their neck, and the past threat of a betrayer, not to mention the crap going on with Landon, they were all stretched thin.

“Haven’t you learned yet? I know most things.”

She shrugged. “This is horrible.”

“Why is it horrible?” he asked.

“It just is. You knowing I’ve watched porn. I feel so stupid.”

“I wouldn’t if I was you. I find it hot that you watch it.”

“You do?”

“Hell yeah. It means that maybe one day you’ll come to me, and I’ll be able to show you everything you’re missing out on.”

“Do you really have that much confidence in your skills?” she asked.

“Babe, I damn well know that I’m good.”

“Oh.”

Oliver chanced a glance at her. “You okay? You seem a little … distracted.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just thinking about what my friend said. It kind of concerned me is all. No problem.”

“You can share everything with me.”

“Not right now. I feel porn for some strange reason is the best topic. I’m not ready to share everything right now.”

Oliver took her hand. If he couldn’t have her thoughts then he was going to hold her, and do his best to comfort her in any way that he could. He drove them toward the nightclub that the Dentons owned in the center of the city. It was a good place to party, and also had a huge basement that held people.

When it came to guns and drugs, they had MC members to do their business for them, and they paid them handsomely for it. In the basement, it was where they dealt with their loans.

Parking outside, Oliver waited for her to climb out of the car as they headed toward the club.

“I’ve heard of this place. It’s supposed to be the best place to party,” she said.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked.

“Why not? I’ve seen a lot of bad shit in my time. I’ve held my dying brother.” She shrugged, and he wished he’d been there to protect her, save her.

He entered the club with his keycard, and nodded toward the staff that was there. They were all on the Denton payroll and knew to keep their mouths shut. He wasn’t interested there, so he made his way down to the basement.

Three battered men were locked away in the cells that they kept, and he found Joe, the manager of the club, pacing. The Denton policy was to leave most of the interrogation to one of them.

“Oliver, man, I’m so pleased you’re here.”