Page 6 of Scarred Heir

“He deserves a hell of a lot more than one punch, and believe me, I’m going to give it to him.” Milo traced his finger along my jaw, forcing a shiver down my spine. “The question is, do you want to watch?”

“Leave her alone,” Chance shouted. “She has nothing to do with this.”

“I’d say distracting me while you try to sell drugs in myclub puts her right in the middle of this.” Milo glared at me. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“What?” I pushed Milo out of my way so I could look at my pitiful brother. “Is that true? Were you selling drugs?”

“You didn’t know?” Milo grabbed my arm and turned me to face him.

I shook my head. If I had known that was what Chance came here to do, I never would have let him come. I certainly wouldn’t have gotten in the middle of it. Of all the ridiculous ideas…

“I find that hard to believe, especially since you were so focused on your brother when I approached you.”

“I didn’t… please.” I had been trying to keep an eye on my brother to make sure he didn’t get into trouble. “We’re short on rent. He was only trying to help.” I motioned toward Chance. “He’s twenty. His brain isn’t fully developed.” If Milo didn’t kill Chance, I might. “If I promise we won’t come back here, can you just forget this ever happened?”

The harder Milo’s dark and intense stare became, the more upset my stomach grew. His blue eyes didn’t seem as vibrant as when we had first met. The wrath I detected in them was directed at me.

How was I going to get us out of this? We were in a room full of men who probably made a living eliminating people like my brother. They weren’t going to leave me as a witness.

“You want me to forget that he came into my club and solicited my guests with drugs he obtained from who knows where?”

When Milo kicked Chance in his ribs, I winced.

“Get him up off the floor,” he said to the men.

“I told you he’s young and stupid.” I held back thetears that were seconds from spilling down my face and ruining any thoughts I had of appealing to Milo.

“That’s no excuse,” Milo snapped. “I have to protect my associates. Do you think I want someone overdosing on my watch? In my club? Christ, the Feds would be all over me.”

He shouted in Italian. I had no idea what he said, but it didn’t sound promising for my brother and I.

“I’m sorry for the trouble,” I said. “I’ll make sure this never happens again.”

“And how are you going to guarantee that? You said it yourself—he’s stupid. I’d be doing you a favor by taking care of him now. He’s only going to cause you more stress as he gets older.”

“Milo.” The well-dressed man who had approached us on the dance floor stepped forward. “You need to get this taken care of now. People are starting to gather.”

“Make them stop gathering while I decide Chance’s fate.” Milo tugged me to move with him when he got into my brother’s face. “Despite your fucking name, I don’t give second chances.”

“I made a mistake,” Chance said. “I didn’t sell anything to anyone.”

“That’s because no one here is going to buy anything from a lowlife like you.” Milo gripped my arm. “Luckily for you, you have her.”

I breathed a sigh of relief when I thought Milo might let us go. Maybe our connection at the bar and on the dance floor influenced his decision. As I glanced at his chiseled profile, I cursed my brother for ruining what could have been a promising evening.

“Thank you,” I said. “He’s not going to cause you any problems.”

“No, he isn’t.” Milo nodded at his men. “Take him out back and show him what happens when you challenge me.”

“What!” I shrieked. “No!”

“Let’s go, little spy.” Milo yanked me down the corridor and to a set of old oak doors.

“Sable!” Chance shouted. “If you fucking hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

“You’re right,” Milo said. “He is an idiot.”

“Get off me!” I tried to struggle out of his unyielding grip, but he only held me tighter. “What are you going to do to my brother?”