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“Is Linn okay?” Marcus asked, now that Jason had left the room. “And does this have anything to do with Salena trying to get into Dillon’s office last night?”
Brendan’s brow raised.
Taylor asked the obvious question. “Why would she try to get in here?”
Brendan tapped his fingers on the desk and frowned. “To delete the voicemail. You can play them on any extension in the house, but they can only be deleted from the main phone—this one right here.”
After Brendan instructed Marcus to keep Dillon’s office locked, they returned to the club and their booth by the bar. Brendan wasn’t talking. He fumed in silence. Like a character in a cartoon, Taylor could almost imagine the steam billowing out from his ears.
“Now what? Shall we call them and let them know where she is?”
Instead of answering, Brendan picked up their mugs of now-warm beer and tossed them down the sink behind the bar. He returned with cold refills, sat down, and took a long pull. “Not yet. They’re still a couple hours out and Kyan will lose his shit.”
Taylor cringed when half of Brendan’s cold cheeseburger disappeared in one bite. “Are we going to get her then? Linnea,” he clarified.
“Considering what happened in Crossfield, I think we should wait for Kyan. We can go over there together.” He took another pull of his draft. “It’s gonna be a shitshow.”
“Hm. And what of Salena?”
A sardonic grin spread slowly across Brendan’s face. “You’ve got a front-row seat for the opening act, man.”
Cunt deserves everything she’s got coming to her and then some.
Brendan glanced down at the watch on his wrist. “And it should start any minute now.”
It was almost half an hour before Salena made her appearance, actually. She didn’t see them at first and then stopped short, seemingly startled to find them sitting there in the booth by the bar having a beer at two in the afternoon. No one else was in the club except them.
“Brendan?” She kept her cool. Her features remained neutral, practiced actress that she was, but her amber eyes couldn’t hide it. She was nervous. “What are you doing here?”
Taylor took in the woman who stood beside their table. Salena looked so young, innocent if he didn’t already know better, with her face bare of makeup and her thick long hair pulled back into a high ponytail. But she wasn’t as young as she appeared to be either. Granted, Salena was exotically beautiful—tall and slender with a killer body, almond-shaped eyes, and black hair with a black heart to match. It was a shame, really, that a woman so beautiful on the outside was so ugly inside.
“This is my club, babe. Why wouldn’t I be here?” Brendan smirked. Taylor knew his friend, his brother, wasn’t giving anything away just yet. He was playing her.
She responded with a halfhearted shrug and her practiced smile. Taylor knew that kind of smile all too well, didn’t he? He’d survived countless groupies, gossip rags, and ten years in the music business with it. It felt so fucking good to have people in his life who really loved him. Jesse. Chloe. They owned every one of his smiles now.
And that black-hearted bitch tried to fuck that up for him—why? And she kept Kyan from getting to Linnea—why?
Because she’s thirty and alone? No, that’s her choice. Because she can’t stand to see anyone else happy if she isn’t? Maybe, she was a miserable bitch. Because Chloe is Linnea’s best friend and she hates Linnea. You’re on to something there, Tay. And why does she hate Linnea? Because she fancies Kyan and his magic cock for herself? Of course she does. Duh!
Taylor figured it wasn’t quite as simple as all that, but that was it in a nutshell. Salena had always been conniving, manipulative, and opportunistic. She could probably sink her claws into a number of well-to-do gentlemen, but she wanted what she couldn’t ever have. And that was one of the Byrne brothers, with Kyan being her obvious first choice. She always asked after him or sought him out at the club. And if Kyan wasn’t there she came sniffing around Dillon.
Sometimes Taylor wondered what Brendan thought about that, but then he never really seemed to care.
Brendan stood and Salena sidled up to him. “I’m sorry I didn’t have a chance to say goodnight properly last night, big boy.” She put her hand on his crotch and started to rub his dick. Brendan didn’t respond. Taylor figured she was showing off for his benefit. She glanced down at him. “What’s up, Taylor? Cryin’ in your beer for…what was her name again? Jesse’s girl.” And she laughed.
She didn’t seem to notice she wasn’t getting Brendan’s dick hard. But then she didn’t notice Brendan’s eyes narrow, the tick in his jaw or the subtle nod he gave Taylor, either. She should have.
“Sorry?” Taylor snickered. “My Chloe is wicked smart—much too smart to believe one word of the bullshit that comes out of your mush.”
“I told her the truth, rock star. You and Jesse want a broodmare, nothing more.” She winked and Brendan fisted his hands at his sides.
Taylor never once had the urge to hit a woman before, but at that moment he wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around her throat and watch the lights dim in those eyes of hers. She took delight in her viciousness. He was going to enjoy watching her go down. Now.
“You’re a vile and bitter creature, Salena.” Taylor smirked. “But you already know that about yourself, don’t you?”
She didn’t flinch. She kept her haughty smile plastered on her face and her hand on Brendan’s still-flaccid dick.
“The question is why—did someone take away your Barbie doll when you were eight or something? Steal your crown at prom? Or maybe the prom king himself, eh?”
