Page 4 of Brutal Sin
ChapterTwo
Bryan Munro tuggedthe under-age piece-of-shit through the club by the collar. Standards of Practice could kiss his ass. There was no way he was letting this fucker walk out without being manhandled. If you were cunning enough to pass the bouncer inspection and sneak inside the Shot of Sin nightclub illegally, the last thing you wanted to do was draw attention to yourself by grabbing the first pair of tits that passed yourway.
“Come back here and I’ll show you what it feels like to be sexually assaulted.” He shoved the kid through the open front doors. When the prick righted himself without falling to the pavement, the disappointment was real. “Believe me, some days I miss being in jail. Making you my bitch would bring back memories.”
It was a lie. All lies. But the wide eyes of the teen were well worth the pretense.
The bouncer on the door chuckled. “You definitely live up to your nickname, Brute.”
“I do.” He jerked his chin toward the club. “And if I find anyone else in there who’s underage, you’ll find out just how brutal I canbe.”
The guy straightened. “Sorry, boss.”
“You should be.” Bryan and his business partners, T.J. and Leo, didn’t have time for this lazy bullshit. The adjoining Taste of Sin restaurant was being slammed nightly with eager walk-ins willing to beg for a table when the already extended dining hours couldn’t keep up with reservations. And Vault of Sin downstairs always came with a heavy dose of drama. He didn’t need Shot of Sin to add legal issues with underage drinkers to hislist.
“I’ll be more thorough.” The bouncer crossed his arms over his chest, his lips thin, his frown deep. A picture of clichéd security.
“Make sure you are.” Bryan strode back into the club, his bad luck increasing when he sighted Shay leaning against the entry hall in her tempting thigh-high dress. Leo’s girlfriend was not only a thorn in his side, but a fucking pinecone up his ass. If he didn’t know better, he’d assume her life’s mission was to turn him gray. And she was succeeding. “What do you want, wench?”
Her lips quirked as she pushed from the wall. “I need to borrow your cock for a minute.”
He raised a brow and came up beside her, stopping close. “You’ve finally realized I’m a better option thanLeo?”
Her smile turned coy, those long brown eyelashes batting up at him. “Not even close.” She pivoted on her toes and sauntered toward the dancing bodies, crooking a finger over her shoulder. “Comeon.”
He growled and followed, pretending he didn’t appreciate the way his sexy subordinate ordered him around. She led him through the thick crowd to the Vault entry, guarded by a lone member of security.
“Why are we going downstairs?” He raised his voice over the thud of music. “I’m supposed to be watching the bar tonight.”
“Stop bitching. The staff can do their job without you breathing down their neck for a while.” She pulled open the door and disappeared into the darkened stairwell.
He gave the security guard a dubious look and contemplated what lay ahead. The barely controlled twitch of the guy’s mouth announced loud and clear that the hell-raiser of the club was likely to shank him with a steel dildo once he was in seclusion. “If I don’t come out within twenty minutes, call Leo forhelp.”
“Willdo.”
Bryan strode inside and pushed the door shut behind him. With the click of the latch, the club music disconnected, the soundproofing replacing the loud beat with static. “Holdup.”
The eager way Shay bounced down the steps toward the private sex club increased his apprehension. She was excited about something.
Something that involved hisdick.
“Shay,” he grated, unmoving. “What’s goingon?”
She turned to him, the overhead lights shining down on her with a heavenly glow that didn’t fool him in the slightest. “There’s a woman who needs yourhelp.”
“Help? Are we talking about a maintenance problem or a woman-wants-to-get-laid issue?”
He had no problem with the former. The latter was entirely different. Apparently, he’d earned a name for himself within the sordid walls of the club. A name that had him at the front and center of every woman’s spankbank.
“This situation leans more toward the latter,” she said in a rush. “But hear meout.”
He glared. “You know my position onthis.”
“I know. I know. But this is different. You haven’t been with her before. It won’t break any of your precious rules. She’s also not the clingytype.”
He’d assumed the same about the majority of women who visited the Vault. Unfortunately, he’d been proven wrong time and time again. No matter how brutally honest he was with his intentions, they always expected more from him once he effortlessly pushed them over the line of orgasmic bliss.
“I’m not the helping type. You should ask Leo orT.J.”
