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206 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 24, 2017


“What’s O’Kane’s deal, anyway?”
“What do you mean?”
Hell, she wasn’t sure herself. “You know, what’s he after? What’s his endgame? Booze, I get that, but there’s plenty of it already out there. What’s he gonna do different?”
Nessa grinned. “Everything.”
Maybe the bastard had been right after all. “It’s a nice idea, but I don’t know shit about selling sex. Liquor’s my wheelhouse, darling.”
“Bullshit.” She stretched over and wrapped her fingers around the neck of the bottle. “You put a pretty label on this bottle, didn’t you? That’s sex. Your men–the tattoos and the leather? Sex. Even your whole thing.” She waved her other hand. “Tough, untouchable leader, intense but somehow above it all? Sex.”
Yeah, he wasn’t feeling above it all with her lips wrapping around the word sex that many times in a row. He couldn’t quite tear his gaze from her mouth–and if he let himself open that door, he wouldn’t be able to stop imagining her wrapping her lips around his cock.
A hard-on was not conducive to business planning. “I don’t think most of my patrons wanna fuck me, Lex.”
“Maybe not.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “But you can make them want to be you.”
When she put it like that, the ideas fell into place easier than breathing. He could close his eyes and see it–the refurbished bar, with a VIP section where he could hold court. Definitely more leather and chains for him, not just clothing, but a style. The dancers on the stage would have to be good, a fantasy the average guy off the street in Four could only dream of obtaining.
But that sorry bastard could get close to the dream–with O’Kane liquor.
“Damn,” he whispered. “You’re smart.”
“Try not to sound so shocked, honey.”

“Fine.” He pinned her with a glare. “But you shouldn’t have gone out there and done it by yourself. You’re going to give me gray hair woman.”
“Ah, but it’ll be worth it.” Her eyes gleamed. “You’re a rich man already, Dallas. If you let me, I can make you a legend.”
He wanted so many things. Control. Security. So much fucking money that the world could end a half-dozen more times and he’d know in his bones that the people he cared about would still be safe.
And he wanted her. He always wanted her.
“Every king needs a reminder–there are some things you can’t buy or command.” She tugged at his zipper slowly, opening it with a low, unending rasp. “Some things have to be offered. Given.”
Lex had proven her damn point. She’d proved it in spectacular fashion. As a collective group, all the women who worked in and around the O’Kane compound had simply… not shown up for work.
And life for the O’Kanes had fallen the fuck apart.
Someday, they’d figure out their shit. Or maybe they wouldn’t, and they’d always be like this–hot and cold, push and pull. Fight or flight. Either way, one truth was rooted deep inside her, more intrinsic to her being than her own name.
No matter what came of it, she would always love Dallas O’Kane.