Page 30 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Yeah. And I don’t care.”

That didn’t seem to please him. His shoulders bunched, and he turned to face me, finally acknowledging I was a real threat. “Fine. What do I need to be warned about?”

“My sister,” I stated bluntly.

His eyes widened. “Dude, I didn’t know she was your sister. And I swear to God, she said she was cool with it.”

My hands clenched into fists. I’d be doing the city a favor if I fucked up his face a little more than it already was.

“You fucking moron. You don’t know my sister.”

“Oh.” He grimaced, all his confidence from before deserting him. “Then what the hell do you want?”

“Should she come sniffing around this place and you even let her in that front door, I’ll be paying you a visit again. And when I do, I’ll call the ambulance ahead of time because you’ll need it.”

Footsteps echoing off the concrete floors had me turning, assessing the situation.

“Hey,” the new arrival said. “I know you.” His eyes shot to the owner. “Why’s he here?”

For fuck’s sake. It was that stupid twit I’d taken care of a few months back. He’d been tossed out of Dichotomy after he’d physically abused his girlfriend in the club. I hadn’t been there that night, but I’d heard all about it. So, when Justin asked that I pay the fucker a little visit, I had.

“I see you’re outta the hospital,” I told him, ensuring he heard the venom in my tone.

He held up his hands. “Man, I haven’t messed with her. I’ve stayed away from Addison. Just like you said.”

Since I hadn’t heard anything from Justin on the matter, I had to assume he was telling the truth. But my beef wasn’t with him anyway. Turning my attention back to the owner, I narrowed my eyes on his face. “Do we have an understanding?”

He shrugged. “I don’t even know who your sister is.”

“Last name’s Lautner. Let her in, and you can ask your bro here what’s in store for you. Understood?”

I took a step closer, the bar keeping him safely out of my reach. Lucky for him. Granted, he still took a step back, as though I could crash through the warped wood.

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever. I won’t let her in.”

“I don’t play games,” I informed him. “And trust me, I will find out.”

With that, I turned to go, content for the moment. While I’d made two stops at other clubs, intimidation tactics hadn’t been necessary. There were plenty of kink club owners who ran a top-notch place, but I still didn’t want my sister stepping foot inside one. However, I’d received the owners’ assurances that they would put her name on a block list merely out of respect for me.

This was not one of those places.

As I passed the guy manning the door, I thought of a dozen ways I could inflict pain on the three of them if they disobeyed.

God forbid that happened. I was a relatively sane man, but if some low-life piece of shit tried anything on my baby sister, I’d break every bone in their fucking body.

Twice.

Case (the pretty boy)

“Shit,” I groaned. “Do we really have to get up?” I stretched my back muscles. The damn things were spasming after having slept on the floor.

“Unless you’re willin’ to forego any future opportunities with the big guy,” Brax said sleepily, “we have to shower.”

“Yeah, we do.” I couldn’t resist sliding my hand over Brax’s warm skin. I was still spooned against him, my rigid cock pressed against his ass.

Because Zeke insisted I could not touch my dick, that was the only thing I could think about. The unruly appendage ached like a bad tooth, a consistent reminder that it was there and it was needy.

But a command was a command, so I refrained.