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Which dress?

She reads my message, one corner of her mouth turning down. “Honestly, keep this one on. There is something about you in a little white dress that is both adorable and hot as hell,” she answers with a sigh. “I’d kill to look like you.”

My eyes go wide in the mirror. She’s beautiful and bold. I point at her, mouthing, Right back at you.

I follow Candy to the door to find Gunner standing out in the hall. Did he wait this whole time? When he sees us, he starts down the stairs, Candy following, with me in the back.

The club is open and a few of the rooms are in use, the moans of the whores and the grunts of the men filling the hall.

One woman leads an older man up the stairs, his suit a clear indicator that he’s a businessman, his wedding ring still shining on his finger.

They pass Gunner and then Candy, but when his eyes land on me, he leers, coming to a stop. “I changed my mind, I want her.”

I give him a hard stare and go to pass by him, but he shoots out a hand, grabbing my arm. I barely gasp when Gunner spins and moves up the four steps that separate us in a single stride. “You’re out of here,” he growls as he grabs the man by the collar and yanks, half dragging the man down the stairs.

“Dammit, Gunner, I needed that job,” the whore yells after them, even as the man spits and twists, trying to get out of Gunner’s grasp.

But Gunner pays him no mind as he pulls him out of the stairwell, disappearing into the hall.

“Come on,” Candy says softly, and then we start down the stairs again.

She leads me not toward Angel’s office, but a larger room, where I hear the voices of several men and women, the noise almost sounding like a party.

Candy steps in, me right behind, but she stops so suddenly, I run into her back. I grab her to catch myself before I realize why she stopped like that.

The room is full of men and women, dancing and laughing. The other brothers are there, as well as several men I don’t know, while at least ten dancers slither around the room.

And in the center…

Angel. On his lap…one of the dancers, boobs out, tiny skirt barely covering her G-string as she grinds into his junk.

I didn’t think it was possible to feel any worse today, but my stomach swoops as bile rises in my throat. It turns out there is still a ways to go before I crash into rock bottom.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Angel

The party comes to a dead stop.

It was a stupid idea to begin with, and I don’t know why I indulged it, other than I’m fucking distracted as hell.

My brothers wanted to have a stag party—well at least Gunner, Rock, and Knox. Axel got back from the country club and disappeared.

But I’d hoped to mend a few fences with them before I got married. I’m not sure what’s coming, but I know if this goes south, I’m going to need them.

The dancers were more than happy to oblige an impromptu gathering, considering the extra pay they’d receive.

But instead of sitting alone in my office, I’m in a room full of people, the music blaring, a prostitute on my lap, and my fiancée staring at me like I just murdered a puppy.

Fucking hell, could this day get any worse?

“Everyone out,” I bark out, loud enough that the dancers scurry to obey. Candy spins too, touching Promise’s shoulder in sympathy before she disappears.

My brothers and some of the club guests are slower, milling, like they want to see what happens.

I slowly stand from the chair, Promise’s eyes locked with mine. There’s hurt and anger all mixed in those big blue eyes, and I see it for a second before they shutter closed, devoid of any emotion at all.

“Where the fuck is Gunner?” I spit, striding toward her.