Sin City Baby

“Does it fucking matter?” Logan asked.

“What? You mean not one of you is curious?” Levi asked.

Luke rolled his eyes and sighed as I stood from my seat.

“You guys ready to shut up no

w?” I asked.

The entire restaurant stopped and looked at me as Levi grinned.

“Go ahead, Maestro,” he said.

“Fuck you. You might not think this is serious, but I do. Samantha’s hurt. Scared. Angry at herself. Embarrassed. And you’re sitting around making jokes. You might not give a shit about her, but the rest of us do.”

“You sure as hell don’t get to fucking tell me how I feel about that woman,” Levi said. “I know she’s hurting. I also know sitting around here and talking about it without her here isn’t going to do shit. Sam always has control of her life. No one makes decisions about it but her. This conversation’s pointless, and that’s why I’m making jokes. Because none of this shit will matter if it isn’t what she wants.”

“Then act like you've got some sense,” I said.

“You two aren’t anything, if not constantly fucking fighting,” Logan said.

“Please?” Luke asked.

I settled back into my chair, and Levi stared me down before he did the same. Fucking Levi.

Always trying to measure dicks with his older brothers.

“If Sam wants a divorce, then that’s what she’ll get,” Logan said. “But doesn’t it have to be filed by the parties that got married? We have to know who she married before that can happen.”

“You leave that to me,” I said as I stood. “So long as we’re in agreement.”

“Yep,” Levi said.

“Sure,” Luke nodded.

“Logan?” I asked.

He crossed his arms over his chest before he spoke.

“Yeah. Sure. Let’s do this, I guess,” he said. “As long as it’s what Sam wants.”

“Good. Then I’ll take care of it,” I said.

CHAPTER 9

LUKE

TWO WEEKS LATER

I gave Sam some time to cool down, but she wasn’t answering my calls or texts. She wouldn’t answer any of us, honestly, and I felt terrible for it. I didn’t want her to feel the way she did. I didn’t want her to push all of us away. I knew she was doing it to protect herself from what she thought of herself after that night. She had given herself to us and now she was embarrassed by it. Did she think we thought less of her because of it?

I wanted her to know that what had happened between all of us was not a mistake in our eyes. My brothers and I had talked extensively about what had happened that night, and not one of us regretted it. Whatever she thought about herself for the encounter, it simply wasn’t true. What we all shared that night was beautiful, and every one of my brothers agreed with me.

But I couldn’t get her to pick up the phone so I could tell her.

Walking down the sidewalk, I stopped into a florist shop on a whim. If Sam wasn’t going to return my calls, maybe she would open the door for me. I walked around and picked out a few exotic flowers for a beautiful bouquet, then I set off for her place. I drove across town, hoping and praying that Sam would answer the door.

I parked my car and set for her front door. I didn’t have much hope, though, none of the lights were on in her place. It looked deserted. I didn’t even see her car around. But it didn’t hurt to try, so I knocked anyway.