Page 1 of Beauty & Chaos

CHAPTER ONE

TRAVIS

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Strength in silence: revenge is a patient man’s game. We act in the shadows and never reveal our hand too soon.

That’s our code. The one Maddox, Parker, Killian, Zayne, and I made while attending school as young men and discovering we shared similar pasts.

One of abuse by our fathers.

If I’d known it would take almost two fucking decades to get my chance, I don’t think I would’ve agreed to it.

My patience is running out.

Still, in those years I’ve created an empire I never dreamed of. Or did I? Certainly, when it looked like I could go pro as a golfer, I had lofty dreams. Then something shifted, and I knew I’d be more content in business.

After all, my father was a famous actor, and I’d spent my early years being paraded in front of the camera. Wishing someone could see my fear and pain and save me.

They never did, of course. Leo Taylor is beloved by millions around the world. The action hero of their childhoods. While he was the evil monster in mine.

So, I walked away from the game, but not completely. I combined golf and business and now own three of the most prestigious golf courses in the country.

That andthemost exclusive members-only adult club.

It’s located just outside Manhattan. You can’t find it on Alliance golf website; it’s by invitation only. Most people would have to forgo six months’ mortgage payments to pay the annual fee.

Most of our members boast eight-figure net worths and return for the upscale and discreet provocative ambience.

It’s also the weekly meeting spot for me and the boys. We run large billion-dollar organizations, but Friday night is ours.

Well, mostly.

Parker and Maddox have fallen in love, andapparently,hanging out in a sex club is not what you do once you’re in a relationship. I wouldn’t know. I have, as Parker calls it, pussy on tap, so why would I settle down with one woman?

I have no answer, because he’s right.

I’m only thirty-three.

If I ever decide to, there’s plenty of time.

Honestly, I’m reasonably careful about who I stick my dick into. Mouth or pussy. When you’re the boss, you need to be smart. Consent is king, and women get these expectations that I don’t have time to deal with.

Emotions.

Dreams of a big white wedding.

Kids.

Ugh.

None of that worked out well for my family, so I’m happy serving and enjoying multiple orgasms. Know your place in the world, I say. I created mine.

Then there are the gold diggers. I can spot them within three minutes of entering the club, and it’s not just women. The proposals I’ve had from men would make your head spin.

The last time, a well-known musician who thought a regular agreement could be made between us got so dramatic, I yanked him up by the shirt and gave him a warning.

“If I wanted to suck your cock, I could do it here whenever I wanted. But I don’t, and you being a little bitch about it isn’t going to change my mind.” My eyes dipped to his crotch. “Or that thing grows another few inches.”