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“I’m not selling it, dammit.” A throat clearing from the hall makes me look up.

“Semantics. You’re funding it, and we’re here to help you stop it.” Gavin’s older brother Noah is leaning up against the wall, watching us closely.

“Jester,” I greet the man, slapping the hand he offers me and drawing him into a hug, too.

“So the Phillips brothers are going to do what exactly?” They smile at each other and then turn to me.

“We’re going to take them down.” I narrow my eyes in suspicion.

“How?” I can’t upset the delicate nature of Gianna’s mob connections.

“Make you the Kingpin.”

CHAPTER ONE

KING

“Are you ready for tonight?”I turn to Jester and grimace.

“Not fucking remotely. How about you and Hooper?” He smiles at me, leaning up against my open doorway in the most ridiculous LED suit I have ever seen.

“We were raised by a raver. EDM is in our blood. Will get the job done.” I nod, looking over my attire one more time.

Black Armani Suit, black silk shirt, unbuttoned, and a pair of Gucci loafers. The entire outfit cost more than my fucking Harley. The one I’m not allowed to ride until this whole fucking thing is over.

I sigh, thinking about the way the wind feels on my skin when I’m gliding up the PCH. Hooper comes storming in wearing an outfit that doesn’t make any sense.

“Dude, that’s sick!” The brothers clasp hands, and I frown.

“It looks like something Deacon would have made in preschool.” Hooper rolls his eyes.

“It’s glow-in-the-dark mesh, making it wicked light and cool. You would appreciate it if you had any idea how hot and sweatyit’s gonna get for us tonight.” He points between his brother and himself.

Jester nods his agreement, but I’m not sure I’ll ever get it.

“Check out the logo.” He pulls out a baggie with a few blue pills in it, but the sticker on the bag is what captures my attention.

It’s a broken crown with the words “King Pin” under it.

“Fuck,” I shake my head.

How did I even get here? Dad would have never played a game like this with the club’s reputation, which is why we’re going to great lengths to keep who we really are a secret.

Which is no bikes or cuts.

“This just feels wrong,” I say for the millionth time.

“Fuck King. How do you think we feel? We’re the ones getting ready to push this shit on a bunch of kids at a rave. All you gotta do is sit in VIP and look sexy.” Hooper pulls my lapels straight and then smacks my ass.

“Watch it,” I growl as Jester grins at me as I push his brother off me.

“Let’s get this night over with.” I grab my money clip.

Yes, because apparently, I’m playing the part of a pompous rich asshole. I’ve even been practicing my Atlantan accent with Bruno in preparation.

“Ready to move?” I look up at Gavin, and my vision blurs into a memory I try so desperately not to think of.

“Lucas,” Gavin’s hand squeezing my shoulder breaks the spiral I was about to go on.

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