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Holy fuck, I knew he wasn’t an owner here or anything, but the authoritative way he spoke made my dick twitch. What must it be like to just expect to be obeyed? That was so hot.

Moreaux glared at the man over my shoulder, then spun on his heel and stormed toward the door. I breathed a sigh of relief as he exited, then turned to thank Lysandro, but he was gone.

Looking back toward his table, I saw that it was empty as well. Dammit.

“What in the hell just happened?” Rafe asked.

Wasn’t that the million dollar question.

Chapter

Two

BENJI

There was no sign of Lysandro the next weekend, but I’d anticipated that since he usually only showed every other week. What I hadn’t expected was for him not to show tonight.

“Sorry, Benji,” Rafe said. He knew how badly I wanted to thank Lysandro for helping me out with Mr. Moreaux that night.

I shrugged. “It’s okay. I just wanted to…”

“Suck the ancient vamp’s balls dry after he got done sucking your blood,” Sadie said.

Rafe face-palmed. “Sadie, for fuck’s sake. You can’t say crap like that around me.”

She winked at me. “Why not?”

Rafe screwed up his face and glared at her. “Because I’m your freaking brother.”

Snickering, she pulled her straw out of her glass and licked the end. “Sorry, but I’m not wrong.”

She wasn’t either. Not even a little bit. If I thought I’d been hot for Lysandro before, hearing his voice had spiked my desire to a whole other level. My sex-fueled dreams left me waking up hot and needy, covered in my own cum.

Groaning, I checked my watch one last time. Velvet Vein stayed open until the wee hours of the morning, but it was time to admit defeat. “You’re not wrong, but let’s face it, he’s not coming.”

Rafe threw his towel over his shoulder and leaned toward us. “Listen, I only have fifteen more minutes. Why don’t you come back to our place with us, Benji? I’ll make breakfast, and we can all bitch about how bad men suck.”

Sadie clapped her hands and squealed like a giddy schoolgirl. “Let’s do that. We haven’t gotten together like that in ages.”

Rafe and I exchanged a whatever glance. Sadie hadn’t joined us in over a year because, like Eric, she’d landed herself a vampire boyfriend. Unlike Eric, she’d thought her and her man had made a real connection and that it would last until the end of time.

Eric was under no illusions when it came to his vampy Daddy. When they were over, Eric would take his spoils and run. Sadie, however, had moved back into her and Rafe’s place with a broken heart.

“Yeah,” I agreed reluctantly. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to spend time with them; I’d just hoped… Well, I’d been determined to actually sit and talk to Lysandro tonight. He’d given me an opening, or I thought he had, but maybe not. It wasn’t like he’d stayed to let me thank him or even say goodbye.

Rafe and Sadie lived in a nice two-bedroom close to the bar. From what they’d told me, Ronan had found it for them because Damien didn’t like their employees having to walk too far from the club at the end of their shift.

We all helped whip up a breakfast of French toast, eggs, and bacon before sitting on the oversized pillows—the closest things they had to furniture—on their living room floor.

Rafe took a huge bite, then pointed his fork at me. “Tell Sadie what you told me.”

“About what?”

He tilted his head and glared at me.

“Wait. What am I missing? Did something else happen besides Lysandro stepping in to get rid of Mr. Moreaux?” She shivered dramatically. “That guy is so gross.”

“He’s actually getting banned if there’s one more complaint,” Rafe said.