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Red had gotten that impression from the start.
“As I said, I don’t go to the club much,” he admitted. “I stopped when Davie left. I joined because of him.”
“It seems as if your life stopped when Davie left,” Joseph said.
Mo let out a long sigh. “Sometimes you have to think before you speak, boy.”
Joseph raised an eyebrow. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
Red was suddenly tired of the conversation. It was time to go home. Rethink his job prospects. “You’re not wrong. But I’m still not taking the job. Quinn will find the right guy. Kit needs someone special.”
“I think he’s found someone special,” Mo said quietly. “They just have to realize it.”
Red kept quiet. Mo was hardly subtle, but he was also wrong. However, Red had had an unexpectedly great afternoon, and he wanted to leave on a high.
He said his farewells and headed for his Hog. Maybe he could forget all about the strange day he’d had. The sun was setting, the engine was purring, and if he was lucky, the road ahead would burn the memory of Kit Monroe from his veins.
“Daddy Quinn always has a reason for what he does.”
“The boy’s in trouble, Red.”
“He needs a Daddy.”
The voices in his head weren’t going to give him a break.
Red rolled to a stop in the middle of the deserted road and pulled out the business card. The silver motorbike sparkled in the streetlight.
He closed his eyes and crumpled the card in his gloved hand. Then he smoothed it out and pulled out his phone.
Chapter Two
KIT
On a packed dance-floorfull of sweaty, hyped, drunk men, Kit could dance his troubles away. He was an anonymous face in a crowd of men heaving and dancing to techno music.
Kit had ditched work before it broke him. He was trying to be a grown up. Stand on his own two feet like normal people instead of relying on his brother. But working in the call center was destroying his glittery soul. It wasn’t hard to sneak out of work while his boss was in a meeting. It wasn’t like it was the first time. It was probably the end of his job at Allied Seattle Insurance though.
Then there was his brother who expected him to go to the clubhouse after his day job to work the bar. Kit had ditched him too. Kit needed more than an evening listening to the Wolves gossip. He hadn’t been to this club before, and Tony wouldn’t expect him to head for here. This club was new, dark corners, intimate and heavy with the smell of men here just to let go. From the website, the club usually catered for everyone, but tonight it was men only. Perfect for what Kit had in mind.
Dripping with sweat, Kit stripped off his shirt and tucked it into his back pocket. More than one man pressed up against him, hard cocks thrusting against his ass, hoping to find a willing hole. But Kit wasn’t ready to find his hook-up for the evening. There was time enough for that later. He needed to pound out the frustration coursing through his veins before someone plowed his ass.
Kit knew Tony would ream him out tomorrow for letting him down, but that was then. Tonight, he could pretend that he wasn’t slowly being crushed by his job and life. He needed more than this. Kit hated adulting with a vengeance, but he wasn’t giving up. He would need to find another job though.
Tony wanted to encase him in bubble wrap and mollycoddle him. Kit had done his level best torun. From everyone. His brother, his club, his job. And he was good at running.
Another sweaty body pressed hard against him.
“I wanna lick your snake from head to cock.”
It wasn’t the first time a man had followed his cobra from his neck to the tip of his dick, but Kit was fussy about who he allowed to do that. Fucking was one thing. Licking was way more intimate.
“Not this time,” Kit said.
“Hey!”
Someone tried to grab around his waist, but Kit slipped out of the hold, pushing through the crowd to get away. Kit hoped they’d take the hint, and he didn’t have to move on to another club, because someone didn’t understand the word no.
Gunfire!
