Page 121 of Dust to Dust

“Come on, Cal. It’s his money to spend. Considering a percentage of that comes back to the club, I don’t see what the problem is with Kellan being generous.”

“There’s not a percentage coming back.”

I sucked in a harsh breath. “Excuse me?”

“Kellan hasn’t been taking the house’s percentage out on this dancer.”

Now I understood Callum’s concern. As far as taking care of the club’s finances, I’d never given one thought to Kellan ever cooking the books. He’d never exhibited that he possessed a dishonest bone in his body.

But that’s the thing about a woman. Or I should say pussy. It warps your mind and ruins even the best of men.

Reaching for my phone, I said, “I’ll call him in.”

Callum shook his head. “There’s more.”

“Jaysus,” I muttered.

“Owen worries the dancer is taking advantage of Kellan’s kindness to milk him dry in more ways than one.”

“Fine. We’ll call her in.”

“You may rethink that option.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s Isla.”

At the sound of her name, I froze. Air wheezed from my lungs, and my heart ceased to beat. After a few seconds, a shudder echoed through me as my heart restarted.

Isla was giving private dances after I’d specifically forbidden her. Isla was giving private dances to my brother. Behind my back. In secret.

No, it couldn’t be. Isla would never deceive me. She would never step out with anyone, least of all my brother. She’d told me herself she wasn’t interested in any of my brothers. She was everything that was good and pure in the world. Surely, Callum was mistaken.

“She doesn’t do lap dances,” I protested.

“She does for Kellan.”

This isn’t happening. It can’t be fucking true. “Owen saw them with his own eyes?”

Regret flashed in Callum’s eyes. “He did.”

I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. “He saw her dancing for him?”

With a shake of his head, Callum replied, “He watched them go into a room together.” At what must’ve been my questioning look, he said, “I pulled the tapes from the room.”

“And?”

“They’ve been erased from the time period that the two of them were in the room.”

I fought to breathe. For a moment, the pain of Isla cheating on me disappeared. In its place was pure blood betrayal. After everything we had been through, Kellan had deceived me. He’d taken what was mine. “How could he do this?”

Callum snorted. “For fuck’s sake, Quinn. You’re actually going to blame Kellan and not some outsider piece of ass you’ve known for two months?”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” I growled.

Throwing up his hands, Callum countered, “Would you listen to yourself? You’re just as blinded by her as Kellan is. You’re both completely and totally pussy whipped by her.” He began pacing in front of my desk. “I have to admit that she’s good. She snowed me as well.”

“There still could be another explanation.”

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