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"No."
"What do you mean ‘no?’ That's why I hired her."
"I want exclusivity with her."
I look at my brother like he's gone crazy. "Are you on drugs?"
"Idiot."
"No, I'm being serious. I've had this club for two years, and you've always hated coming here. Now you want exclusivity with the only unavailable dancer? Today was supposed to be just about business, big brother, so think with your brain and not your dick and let the woman do her job."
“I'll pay for the rest of the night, but she's not leaving this room until I say so.”
"Jesus, now I'm sure you've gone crazy! There's no way you are going to compete for a dancer with a guy we're negotiating with."
"Pay another woman triple, but this one will be at my disposal today."
I stare at him in silence for a while before saying, "I hope you know what you're doing. Madison is a new hire, and I don't want to get sued for harassment."
"Madison what? What is her last name?"
"Foster."
"Don't come back here again," he says, going in and closing the curtain one more time.
Fuck me!
"What’s wrong?" Hades, our youngest brother, asks when he bumps into me in the hallway. He seems to be heading towards my office.
I didn't even know he had come. He's not one for socializing, even when it comes to business.
"Zeus disrupting my life," I say. "Are you staying?"
"No. I just came to give you a hug. I'm sure you can manage the Spanish bastard without my help."
I run my hand through my hair worriedly, as I always do when I notice he's still caught up in his obsession. "Where are you going at this hour, Hades?"
"I received a promising lead as to his whereabouts."
"Fuck me! You need to let this shit go, brother. It's over."
"This will never end until they both pay for what they did."
He doesn't give me time to argue, turning and leaving without looking back.
* The FMC from “Seduced by Contract.”
Ares
CHAPTER TWO
Weeks later
A fucking avalanche.That is what Zeus's meeting with Madison turned into.
For years, my brother has sought revenge against the family that destroyed ours. It was a promise made to our paternal grandfather to buy the bank that belongs to our enemies, making the surname “Gordon” a joke.
My brother has lived his entire existence guided by that promise.