Page 121 of Savage Hearts

It was late in the night.

I should be going home to get some rest.

But I was fucking restless, and I wouldn’t get any sleep even if I did go home now.

Nope, I probably wouldn’t be able to resist temptation and end up doing something stupid.

And the way I was feeling now, I couldn’t afford to be doing something stupid.

I looked out the glass window from the office as the workers got ready for opening night a few days from now.

Some of the dancers were here, including Zoe.

She met my eyes through the crack and her smile was predatory, making me lose whatever erection I’d gotten from watching Mila.

It was just as well.

It wasn’t like I could rub one out in my place of business with no privacy.

I looked away from her without showing any reaction, turning back to the computer and studying all the numbers set out before me.

I had always been good with numbers.

It was one of the many reasons my brothers left me with the accounting of our business, though Maverick checked up on it as well.

He was too much of a control freak to not know what was going on with our empire.

But he entrusted me to pore through all our accounts and make sure there wasn’t any inconsistency. A job I didn’t mind until I found my concentration blown to bits these last few days.

Hell, weeks. Ever since Silas tackled me on the ground and declared he was keeping the girl.

My eyes shifted when something moving outside the office caught my attention.

Speaking of the devil. I watched as Maverick walked through the club, Silas by his side, men and women getting out of their way and staying as far away from their menacing orbit as possible.

Except for one person, of course.

Zoe stopped them on the way to the office, placing one hand with long, sharp fingernails on Silas’ chest.

Though he didn’t react to her touch, he stepped back until her hand hung awkwardly in the air before she put it down.

She pouted.

I wondered what she would have done if she knew how contradictory she looked.

Zoe wasn’t the pouting kind of girl.

More like someone who would stab you in the chest while you were sleeping.

And there was nothing about her that was doing it for me.

At least, not anymore.

Zoe had been a regular between the three of us.

Sometimes we’d shared her, sometimes we’d gone solo with her, but she was one of the few women who had lasted the longest with us, for no other reason than that she knew the score.

Or, I’d thought she did.

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