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The owner, Candace, was there tonight and she barked orders at her staff while her husband, Ronny, worked on the books in the back.

“I need something,” I heard myself say.

“Like what?”

“A woman.” I locked eyes with my brother.

“There are a lot of women here who would be more than willing to go home with you, C.”

I grunted. “That’s the problem.”

Sammy scratched his jaw. “I hear you, brother. I’m sick of easy pussy.”

Before I could comment anymore on it, the rest of our crew rolled in.

Hell’s Harlem had members across the country. While we didn’t have a lot of members in this area, we could still pack the bar. Especially when members visited from out of town.

“I think I’m going to call it a night.” I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to ease some of the anxiety resting on my shoulders.

“You just got here,” Sammy pointed out as Jaron joined us.

“What’s going on?” he asked, sliding into the booth beside Sammy.

“Cyrus is ditching us early.” Sam took a swig of his beer, his eyes moving back to the stage.

“I’m just not feeling it tonight,” I explained. “Not that I have to give you a reason, fucker.”

Jaron chuckled.

“How’s the family?” I asked Jaron, needing to take the subject off of me.

“Good.” Jaron grabbed Sammy’s beer and drank the rest of it before placing the empty glass back on the table in front of my brother.

I expected him to make a snide remark about it, but instead Sammy stared out at the vast room surrounding us.

“What’s with him?” Jaron asked, nodding toward Sam.

“He’s pining.” I was almost jealous of the fact that there was someone he wanted when there was no woman I was even remotely interested in. I had been looking for months and my brother wanted nothing to do with relationships. But yet, Red caught his attention, and he couldn’t stop scowling.

“Just go talk to her,” Jaron suggested.

“Do either of you know anything about her?” Sammy asked, ignoring him.

Jaron and I glanced at each other.

“No,” I answered. “Should we?”

“I thought you already talked to her.” Jaron poured himself another beer from the pitcher, let out a sigh, and took a long swig.

“No but I’m about to.” Sammy gently nudged Jaron. “Move.”

Jaron rolled his eyes. “Grumpy fucker.” He slid out of the booth, letting Sammy out before sitting back across from me.

“Be nice,” I called out.

“She doesn’t want nice,” Sammy muttered, walking toward his latest conquest.

“Have you met her? This Red?” Jaron asked.