Sam: Billionaires of Club Tempest by Sloane Hunter

Author:Sloane Hunter [Hunter, Sloane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stockton Publishing
Published: 2020-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Beck

I watched as if in a dream as my boss and Mason Reads strong-armed the head of Mac Walsh Liquor into a black SUV as he shouted abuse in such a progressively thickening Irish accent that soon I didn’t understand a word he was saying.

“Mac— Mac!” Sam stopped a flailing arm and leaned into the backseat, which was what I’d assumed was correlative to putting your head directly into a wasp’s nest. His words likewise became indistinguishable, but I could hear him talking in a strong, soothing voice to his friend. I stood a ways back, but close enough to admire how tight his body looked, tense and ready for a swing even as he talked his abrasive friend down. I wished he was still a stranger so I could admire him without guilt or fear of consequence.

Speaking of friends, I’d tried to help Alice with Daniel, but she’d refused any assistance.

“I should carry the full weight of my poor choices,” she’d said with a wry smile before heading down the street with Daniel, bleary and bleeding, hanging off her shoulder. Before she’d left though, I’d noticed her cast a curious glance at Mac as he tried to avoid Mason and Sam, shouting insults and curses at that “son of a bitch racist skinny American fecking bastard”. When she noticed I was looking though, the gaze quickly turned to one of disapproval, and she headed home to take care of her poor, stupid not-boyfriend.

Jordan and Kylie were sticking around, which wasn’t a surprise. It wasn’t every night you crossed paths with a trio of handsome billionaires. Or, at least, I assumed it wasn’t. I was batting two for two at the moment. The girls were talking with their heads together a short distance away like they were part of a secret club that I wasn’t invited to participate in. That thought wasn’t exactly fair. I didn’t have anything against Kylie and Jordan; they were nice enough and seemed to like me too. I’d probably like them more if I saw them outside of dark bars and drunken stumbles. But with Alice gone, I felt a bit lost standing alone on the pavement.

I glanced over and saw that, while Sam and Mason were still talking to Mac, Henry Blackburn wasn’t alongside them calming down his angry friend. He stood off to the side, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the building across the street with a bored expression on his handsome face. For want of something better to do, I joined him.

“Why aren’t you over there?” I asked. The question came out more judgmental than I’d wanted. It had really just been borne out of curiosity and a lack of better topics.

If Henry was offended by the question though, he gave no indication. “Cause I’m over it,” he said, dragging on his cigarette. “Trust me, this is not an isolated incident. Mac has more tantrums than a twelve-year-old girl, and it gets boring after a while.”

“So you leave your friends to do the clean up?” Okay now that was judgmental, but I didn’t like his tone.

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