Page 90 of The Merger
He slowly turned his head to glare at his wife. “Don’t start with me, brat. You know I’d enjoy taking you over my knee.”
Sabrina leaned into me. I was distracted by the feel of her plush tits pressing into my arm and the warmth of her breath as she whispered in my ear. “Repeat that please,” I rasped. I was getting ahead of myself with the things I’d planned to do to her once we got into the club.
“My friends are crazy,” she repeated.
I nuzzled into her neck and ran my nose up the shell of her ear. “Sunshine, you don’t have friends. Haven’t you noticed that everyone in this car is related through blood or marriage? This is your family.”
She sat back and looked at everyone in the car. “Well, I’ve got Aar-”
I put my hand over her mouth. “Sunshine, are you trying to rile me up? No, the accountant is not your friend. He seems like a nice enough guy, but no man who ever thought they had a chance to fuck you is going to be your friend while you’re married to me.”
“A-fucking-men,” Beck grumbled.
The car pulled in front of a club. Malcolm had a reopening of one of his charter clubs in Seattle. It was his way of making something old, new and flashy again. I hated the fact what we were doing was going to bring him more publicity. But, if we were right, the attention would go to his head. When Malcolm was on an ego high, he felt invincible, and that often led to him bragging. He almost spilled everything the other night, but that was only after being fluffed by Sabrina’s mother.
The thing about people who thought they were smarter and better than everyone else was they often didn’t see when they were led into a trap. Malcolm was already practically bursting with the desire to gloat. My plan wasn’t elaborate. All we needed to do was push all of his buttons at the same time to tip him over the edge.
The car was swarmed with a bunch of photographers the moment it pulled up in front of the entrance. “Thank you for doing this. I know how much both of you hate the press,” I said to Beck and Colter.
I had to admit, after spending my entire adult life actively pushing everyone away except for Caroline, it wasn’t so bad to let a couple of people in.
Sabrina narrowed her eyes at me. “Why is there a bunch of press here?”
Colter dropped his arm around my shoulders. “Because we’re making sure to give Malcolm what he wants most in the world. Attention.”
“And you know what doesn’t stay under all this attention?” Beck asked, smirking.
“Secrets,” I finished.
Sabrina’s eyes narrowed as she looked at each of us. “Since when did you three become Musketeers?”
Colt dropped his arm from my shoulders and shrugged. “We’re family. It’s only natural we bond over shared interests.”
“Like hating Malcolm Fucking Graham,” Beck added. “I just want to go on record and say that I hated him first.”
Jana raised her hand. “I think technically I hated him first unless you had reason to hate a high schooler when you were in your twenties.”
Colt’s nostrils flared, and his head swung my way. “If blood is drawn I better get a piece of the action.”
Sabrina looked skeptically at the gathered photogs all salivating for us to exit the limo. “There’s no way all these guys showed up for the reopening of a club. All he does for these is change up the floor layout and lighting. He’s done probably a half dozen of these things the last few years, and not once has there ever been more than one or two photographers show up. And, honestly, I think he paid them to come.”
“Don’t be dense, little sister, they’re here for us,” Colt said.
A laugh burst from Jana. “That’s a stretch, gramps. We’re all boring married couples, and some of us are kinda old.”
Evie yawned. “I’m the youngest one in our group, and I feel too old to be here.”
“You’re only twenty-four, that makes you barely old enough to be here,” Colt grumbled.
“Give yourself a break. Gracie has kept both of us running nearly non-stop.” Beck’s eyes flashed mischievously as he glanced sideways at Colt. “We’ve been working hard on a project. It’s a lot of grunt work and has been leaving us completely exhausted. She just needs more sleep than I do.”
“Are you ever going to get tired of making sexual innuendos about my daughter right to my face?” Colt seethed.
Beck slouched back, casually placed his hand on Evie’s knee, and began to stroke slowly up and down her bare thigh. “I don’t think so.” He looked over at me. “You know, he’s pretty protective of his sisters too.”
“You should probably find some new friends,” I joined in teasing Colter.
Sabrina rolled her eyes at their playful bickering. “You still haven’t really explained why the press would care.”