Page 54 of Queen Of Clubs

And now she’s here... in my brother’s hotel room... with his lovers.

I’m a little annoyed with the fact that she refused to come back with me when I suggested she take time off work and spend a week with me in LA. But as soon as the three of them waltz back into her life, she’s willing to take off with them?

I’d expected her to say no, so I wasn’t surprised when she did. Jade has closed off her heart to the world, making it really hard to get past her walls. I’ve been doing my best to chip away at them whenever I can. But work has me busy, and I’ve only been able to make it out to see her a few times a month.

Every time I leave The High Roller, I feel like I’m leaving a piece of me behind. Because I am. I’ve already claimed Jade as my omega, she just doesn’t know it yet. But she will... soon.

Things are complicated, to say the least. Starting with the fact that I know my brother has been looking for Jade for the past five years. While I didn’t know the whole time, I knew exactly who she was as soon as I walked through the doors of that club six months ago.

There was no denying she was the girl from the photos my brother carried around. Same bright red hair, piercing green eyes, and a smile that lights up a room, even if it’s clouded by the darkness that followed her.

Only now, she’s older, an omega, and mine. From the moment she greeted me with her musical voice and flirty smile—among other things—I knew I had to have her.

I should have had second thoughts, knowing who she was and what she meant to my brother. But I didn’t. I was blinded by her. She was all I saw, all I wanted, everything I needed. I knew I’d pay for my actions later, but at the time, I didn’t care.

She wasn’t taking on clients at the time, so requesting her was out of the question. I was in town for a week-long trip, so I kept coming back every night, sitting in her sections, requesting her as my server.

Eventually, I wore her down and got her to agree to spend the night with me. Although, I’m sure the hefty check that came with it is what sealed the deal. And I had no problems continuing to add numbers to the end of that check until she changed her mind. That's how badly I wanted to have at least one night with her.

That night ended up being the best night of my existence. If I wasn’t hooked on her before spending the night with her, I sure as hell was afterward.

After that first night, I did feel a little guilty over the connection between Jade and my brother. I’ve been trying to build a relationship with the broody bastard for years, but he wants nothing to do with me. From the moment I came into his life, he’s been determined to hate me. And our father.

I can’t blame him for the latter. Our father is not a good man, and I’m glad he wants nothing to do with Zane. If he did, it would make things a lot harder on my end.

At least we have one thing in common—hatred for our father. I guess two now with our deep desire for Jade.

Maybe I should have done the right thing and walked away. But with a girl like Jade Love? It’s not that easy. I see why he’s been so obsessed.

I’m pretty sure I just fucked up any chance of having that brotherly relationship with him, though, now that he knows I’ve slept with Jade. If not, I will when he finds out I knew who she was and where she was, and didn’t tell him.

But I’m done caring. I can only do so much on my part. I can’t make the guy see me as his brother. And honestly, he’s a fucking dick. I don’t hate him, but he’s not my favorite person, either.

Maybe it has to do with the way he grew up, maybe it has to do with being away from Jade. Or, it could be the fact he is dead-set on thinking I lived some amazing life that he was robbed of and now he hates me for it.

Doesn’t change the fact that he’s a moody dickhead who doesn’t think before he acts and uses his words last and fists first.

My point is about to be proven when there is banging on the hotel door that has my eyes snapping up. “Fuck,” I groan. I know who it is. I’m surprised he didn’t try to kick my ass back in his room.

“Open up, you motherfucker!” Zane roars.

Sighing heavily, I get up and make my way to the door. “You know, if you don’t stop with the noise,” I say, opening the door. “You're going to get us kicked—”

I should have seen it coming. As soon as the door is open, Zane’s fist is in my face. Pain bursts through my skull as his fist makes contact with my jaw, making my head snap to the side. “Fucking hell,” I shout, stumbling back as Zane takes another swing.

“I’m going to kill you,” he seethes, body heaving as he glares at me with a murderous look in his eye.

“This is why we’ve suggested anger management classes,” I mutter, holding my throbbing jaw. Fucker busted my lip. It’s going to swell. Lovely.

“Fuck you!” he spits, coming at me again. He’s fighting with blind rage, making him very sloppy, so when I move out of the way, it sends him tumbling to the floor.

He gets straight back up, chest heaving, eyes wild as he gets ready to charge at me again. “Would you chill the fuck out! We can talk about this like grown adults.” I try to reason with him, licking my bloody lip.

“Or I can kick your ass!” he shouts and comes swinging at me again. I duck a few times, but he keeps coming.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I growl. Zane might be a big guy, but I’m bigger. I have a good few inches on him. If he wasn’t my brother, I’d have him on the ground out cold by now.

He’s so furious at the world and me at this moment that he’s out of control.