Chapter 8

TYRONE

8

Scarlet sure was full of fire, and I found it amusing to see her try to stand up to us. Attacking Julian was even comical in a way, something I wouldn't have expected.

Perhaps she would be a piece of fun for my brothers and I. Although the spark that burned in her piercing blue eyes had me intrigued. Both of the women burned bright, but there was a chaotic flame flickering inside Scarlet, something her friend seemed to lack.

Scarlet was wild, it was clear from all I already knew of her and saw in her eyes. She was not a woman we'd easily break, but my brothers would have an absolute blast trying.

"Phone." I ordered as I focused on Naomi, one of our highest earning dancers. If it'd been one of the lesser girls, I may have contemplated silencing her for good, taking her tongue or sending her away. But Naomi was a favorite, and I knew better than to mess with the pleasure of my customers. Why ruin a good thing? Threats alone would suffice.

The guard tossed me her handbag, and I pulled out the phone.

"You'll get this back shortly." I nodded at the guard, who dragged the blonde away.

I ignored the way she stared at our newest pet with agony and terror.

We were men of our word, and she'd worked here long enough to know that.

I promised she wouldn't die, as for being unscathed, well, that was a different story.

Scarlet knelt on the floor, and some would think she was defeated, her half-lidded eyes trailing over my brothers and I.

I knew better than to think such a thing. This woman was a fighter, and the fire burned far too bright. We'd get burned if we underestimated her.

Why did that thought make something twinge in my groin?

She was a pain I didn't want to have to deal with.

"Only a month?" Cristian finally spoke up once the door slammed shut behind the guard.

"That's more than enough time for you to have your fun." I moved toward the kitchen island, having polished off my coffee.

I knew he'd be pouting. I expected no less of him, but this was frustrating, a mess I didn't want to deal with. At least it'd keep him entertained and out of the way.

"Well, I guess we should enjoy her while we can, right, Jules?" Cristian called out, and Julian moved off from the kitchen as I eyed the coffee I'd made for our guest.

"Let her come to terms with her sentence." I moved for the pantry, knowing she would be hungry if she wasn't struggling with her hangover. She'd been holding steady, so perhaps she hadn't gone too hard with my brother.

"Sure, soon enough," Cristian said.

I turned to find him crouched before Scarlet like a child grinning at a new puppy.

"Wonder how good her head is?" Julian mused as he closed in on her as well.

"I wouldn't let that mouth anywhere near your dick if you want to keep it," Cristian snorted before he grabbed her face. "Pussy is fair game though. Did you shower for my brothers?"

I watched her nose scrunch up in disgust, and then her face paled.

"Is the kitten afraid?" Cristian cooed.

"Cristian, she's—" my warning was cut by her projectile vomiting all over my brother's bare chest as he reeled backwards.

"You fucking filthy bitch!" he shouted. "Goddammit."

"Told you she was hungover," I stated, my mouth curling into a smirk. Served him right for the fuss he'd caused us. "Go wash up."

He shot a look of daggers at his supposed pet before storming off, and Julian took a few steps back like he believed she'd turn her bile on him.

She had hunched over now, drawing in shaky breaths as her body trembled. Whatever had been fueling her before had waned, and I sighed.

What a mess.

"Let's get you cleaned up, pet."

I guided the small woman into my room and steered her to the bathroom, having left Julian with instructions to clean up, whether he did it himself or he got a cleaner in, I didn't care.

"Shower." I ordered as I shoved her into the bathroom lightly. "Get yourself sorted. There'll be something to eat when you come out."

"Really? Because you've all been the pinnacle of kindness so far." Her sarcasm was strained as she leaned on the counter, those unsteady eyes moving to watch me, like she expected me to pounce.

"You've gotta feed your pets if you want them to survive," I said dryly, and she scowled at me. The look was short-lived though as she hurled herself for the toilet, heaving once more.

My lip curled at the scent of sickness in the air.

"Towels are under the sink." With that, I left her there to deal with her mistakes of last night and come to terms with her future.

I just hoped I wasn't making a mistake going along with Cristian's newest escapade.