Page 11 of Unspoken Lies

She’s tall, a ball buster, and doesn’t take any shit, which is exactly what we need. There could have been a lot of red tape tocut through before we moved in, but she took care of everything for us.

“First of all, I’m sorry that the cleaners didn’t do a good job,” she says. “I’ve been using them for years, I just cut them from my list as soon as I heard what happened from Calvin.”

My lips twitch, because my butler is someone who will raise hell if things aren’t done up to his standards. Those poor people will have a difficult time finding a job anytime soon. Maybe don’t half ass something because a bunch of kids hired you.

Dickheads.

“That wasn’t your fault,” I reply. “It is a teachable moment for us, though. Theo, we should create a limited liability company name so that we can run all of our business through it. This way, this is less likely to happen since we’re on the younger side.”

Theo nods, pulling out his phone to take notes. We sit around Terry as she gazes at us in amusement.

“You’re not the average kids,” she reminds us. “I’ve pulled a few different properties that may work for what you’re looking for. All of them will need renovations though.”

“We expected that,” I say. “Good marketing will get people there, the first step is a space where we can create something unique.”

“Alright then,” she says. “Here are the options. Go through and tell me which ones you’d like to see.”

The three of us take different properties with their specs and begin to peruse them. I immediately hate everything that I see. Some of my options have too much foot traffic, while others are in very old buildings that are going to need too much maintenance. Constant broken pipes or backed up toilets isn’t something I want to deal with.

“I like these,” Theo says, handing three options back to Terry.

“This is the one I like from my pile,” Elijah murmurs.

“I got all duds,” I sigh. “When can we see them?”

“Now,” she says, standing. “I set up standing appointments with all of them. I have the lock box codes on my phone to show you around. Let’s go.”

See? No bullshit, no waiting around. I like her.

Terry leads us out to her SUV, where we sit in the backseat while Theo begins to set up our LLC as she drives. Apparently, it’s as easy as filling out some forms online.

“We just need a name,” Theo says under his breath.

We’ve always been the Kings, but that name feels tainted now for many reasons. Thinking, I blow out a breath. I don’t want this place connected to them at all. It doesn’t mean that the Kings Society won’t still try to find a way to call in favors, but I’ll feel better knowing we’re starting this on our own two feet.

Fuck, I’m not against getting a couple of investors if we need to so the money is completely separate from our families as well.

Thinking, I nod to myself as I find something that may work. “What about Brothers Enterprise?” I ask.

We’re close enough to be, just not blood. Thank fuck for that, because it would be really awkward to have the kind of feelings that we do for our blood brothers.

“That could work,” Theo muses. “Elijah, what do you think?”

“I’m in if we add ‘broken’ to the front of it,” he says. “We’ve always picked up each other’s broken pieces.”

“Yes,” I agree. “Always will. Broken Brothers Enterprise it is.”

“You get shit done faster than most business men I know,” Terry mutters under her breath as she drives. “This building is large enough to be able to have a separate section for the private activities you wanted. Well, two separate sections. You can have a front for the club if you want to go the entire speakeasy route.”

The private activities are sex related, and my lips twitch at her words. Not that I plan on having sex with anyone except themen in the back seat with me. I think my man whore days are behind me.

However, sex sells and I think a sex club as a secret section of the speakeasy will be something this area needs.

“Now, to decide what we want as the business before you can enter the speakeasy,” I say.

Terry has an NDA that keeps her from speaking about anything that she hears while she’s with us. It’s the best way to ensure our protection for our intellectual property and plans before they go into effect. It also protects our privacy. She was fine with signing it, and actually insisted on it.

“It would be fun to have a shop for candles or something before you come in. It could have later hours as well,” Elijah suggests. “Terry, is there a need for a late night mystical shop here?”