Their Greatest Treasure [Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixiw Lynn Dwyer

  He stared at the definition in her neck, then the dip of her shoulders, and her soft skin and breasts. He imagined touching her there, and stroking her skin. Then he saw her look at her cell phone and ignore the call again. Someone was trying to call her, and she obviously didn’t want to speak to them. Maybe it was a boyfriend. He felt his disappointment. Maybe an ex-boyfriend?

  “Stop staring at her as if she’s a piece of ass on the menu,” Nash whispered, giving Riker a nudge.

  Riker leaned into his brother. “Like you’re not interested in tapping that.” He nodded his head toward Chastity, just as she bent over to pick up her pen.

  A glance around them, and they weren’t the only men checking Chastity’s assets out. Riker cleared his throat and chuckled. Nash gave the evil eye.

  It was interesting that his brother seemed attracted to Chastity, too. He hadn’t looked at any woman since Maggie. Unlike Riker, who knew he was on a path of self-destruction.

  “Riker, did you hear Chastity?” Nash asked, and Riker nodded his head, although not a word had been heard. He was too busy adjusting his stance. His cock felt so hard from staring at her. She wasn’t even naked, and his body wanted in.

  They all heard her phone vibrating as they stood in the hallway outside of the kitchen.

  “Aren’t you going to answer that?” Nash asked, giving his expression of disapproval.

  “I’m working,” she replied.

  “It seems important,” Riker added.

  “It’s not,” she retorted, and then Colt’s phone rang.

  “Excuse me a moment.” He took the call, but not before giving Chastity a look. Her expression changed to one of concern and anger. She watched Colt walk a few feet away.

  Riker’s gut instincts kicked in. Something was up.

  “So, depending on your budget and the allotted time you will allow for renovations, how does three weeks sound to you?” she asked as Colt returned.

  Riker saw him place his hand on her shoulder and squeeze it. Chastity and Colt locked gazes, a silent, nonverbal understanding took place. Then she lowered her eyes and he released his touch.

  Were Colt and Chastity an item? No, they couldn’t be. Sure, Colt was a big guy, and sort of good looking, Riker supposed. But were they lovers? That didn’t sit well with Riker at all.

  “So, give us a time frame that you can close down,” Colt stated.

  “You mean close the entire business down? For how long?” Nash asked. “Chastity just mentioned something about three weeks.”

  “Well, we could probably get a larger crew in here faster and get it all done. But it will cost you,” Colt stated.

  “How much are we talking?” Riker asked, but kept his eyes on Chastity. Her phone began to vibrate again. Colt looked at her.

  “I’ll take care of this and set it all up if you need to take that call.”

  “I don’t want to. I don’t need to.”

  So she didn’t want to talk to whoever was calling her. Interesting. Colt seemed to be aware of the situation, and he looked concerned.

  As they went over pricing and some ideas of a time frame, Chastity’s phone was vibrating. She must have thought that turning it to vibrate wouldn’t bother anyone.

  “Maybe you should just answer that so we can focus on this?” Nash suggested with attitude. Riker chuckled. It was bothering Nash, too.

  “Excuse me a moment.” She pulled the phone off the clipboard and walked a few feet down the hall. There wasn’t much room, and they could hear what she was saying. Riker and his brothers had always had superb hearing. It helped in their line of work as agents. So they listened to her call as they listened to Colt’s ideas.

  “You’re drunk and I don’t want to talk to you. No. I’m not at my apartment, and I don’t want to see you. No, don’t drive in your condition. That doesn’t mean that I care. I’m working. Well, I know it’s late, but some of us have to work for a living. We weren’t born with silver spoons in our mouths. I’m hanging up now and turning off my phone.”

  Riker could hear the frustration in her voice. He got the gist of it. She didn’t like drunks or men with a lot of money. So, he probably shouldn’t have been downing the shots in front of her, and hell, he was filthy rich, but it was earned not inherited.

  He stared at her back, and could see her taking a few breaths before she turned around and walked back toward them.

  “Everything okay?” Nash asked. She nodded her head, straightened out her shoulders, and began to ask some questions as she submerged herself into her notes on the clipboard.

  They worked out a schedule for renovations. They would all meet in two days to go over some ideas for a new place, a rebirth, as Chastity called it. It seemed that she would be heading the project, which meant more time getting to know who she was, and ultimately, getting her into Riker’s bed.

  He smiled. This was the first woman to ever ignore his advances and he looked at her as a challenge.

  This is going to be fun.

  Chapter 3

  “You need to cut this shit out. If you don’t let go of this woman, you could blow everything,” Luke stated as he paced Desi’s penthouse apartment.

  “I can’t. I can’t get her out of my head. She’s so beautiful and sweet.”

  “You fucked her, you had months with her. If she was so incredible, then why did you cheat on her?” Luke retorted.

  Desi ran his hands through his hair. “I fucking lost it. I was drunk out of my mind. You know what the past two years have been like for me. I’m the reason why she’s dead.”

  “Fuck that shit! Maggie knew what she was in for. She fell for those two assholes. She was supposed to con some money out of them and move on, disappear. She shouldn’t have been there when the bomb went off. I’m telling you. She was trying to warn those two fuck heads,” Luke stated.

  Desi slammed his fist down on the table. “She didn’t love them. She was using them. She needed the information to take down Reynolds. That agent and his team have been trying to catch Ferguson for three years. Working for the government as an agent, he was getting too close to screwing the operation, and that means we would all lose everything. Ferguson is our boss. He’s the one who makes the decisions. Maggie knew she was supposed to manipulate the Riley agents. She did her job. It’s part of the hazards of work like what we do. Plus, she was Ferguson’s cousin. She wasn’t our family, our blood, and seeking revenge is Ferguson’s job.”

  “I don’t see it that way. Those two assholes live, they nearly destroy the operation, and I lose Maggie. Then in the process, I meet a fucking angel, and I screw that up. I’ll get my chance at revenge, for myself, for Maggie, and for Ferguson. I know they live here in New York. I’ve been at bars and clubs they’ve been at. They’re going to die eventually.” Desi downed another shot then coughed as it burned his throat.

  “Alcohol will destroy even the greatest of men, Desi. But take it for what it is. You’re a crook, a thief, and a gambler. You were running a farce with Chastity. You were pretending to be a different person than who you really are. Focus on the goals here. Another six months, and we can retire and live in a mansion on the beach in some other country. Chastity wouldn’t fit in with that. That’s the difference. She would have left you the moment you told her the truth.”

  “The truth?” Desi whispered.

  “Yeah, that you kill government agents who interfere with drug smuggling operations for our mob boss, Jose Ferguson. You infiltrate high security areas, investigate individuals to find their weaknesses, and then move in for the kill. It’s our lives. So forget about that fairy-tale ending with Chastity. The moment the woman finds out about who you really are, that you kill people for a living, she’ll hate you, and then you’ll have to kill her.” Luke popped a piece of gum into his mouth as he leaned against the couch.

  Desi stared at him in anger and disbelief. Desi wanted Chastity in his bed. He wanted her beside him as he took her to the finest restaurants and catered to her every whim. He’
d fucked up, and his splitting headache was a reminder about drinking too much and about losing everyone and everything that meant something to him.

  I’m not giving up. I want you in my bed, Chastity. You belong with me. Nothing else matters.

  * * * *

  Nash and Riker entered the back room at The Phantom nightclub. It was owned and operated by two of their buddies, Jett and Flynn Greyson. They shook hands with their other friends.

  “Heard you guys are finally cleaning up house,” Emerson Pierce stated as he shook Riker’s hand.

  “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Riker took a seat at the poker table.

  “I heard that Colt Morgan and his staff were doing the job,” Emerson’s best friend Stone Ryder said.

  “Sure did. They’re the best around and came highly recommended,” Nash replied then gave a smile to Flynn.

  “How’s it working out with Chastity?” Jett asked, just as Riker tossed a jalapeno popper into his mouth.

  “Damn, these are good.” Riker took a sip from the beer he brought in with him.

  “Chastity came up with those. A personal recipe. You know, a sweet, crispy coating on the outside, and a warm, spicy center on the inside. Sound familiar?” Flynn asked then winked.

  “Who’s this Chastity?” Zane Heston asked.

  “Yeah, sounds intriguing, Riker,” Cash Corbin added then dealt out the cards as they all gathered around the table.

  “She’s assisting with the rebirth of The Jewelry Box,” Nash stated then leaned back in his chair.

  “Oh, a rebirth, huh?” Emerson teased.

  Riker shook his head, and Nash smirked.

  It never got old, messing around with these guys. They were their best friends, all knowing one another since grade school, or in the field as agents.

  Cash and Zane owned and operated numerous security firms and also bought out companies and rebuilt them from the inside out. Like the rest of them at the table, Cash and Zane were billionaires.

  Hudson and Jagger were like Nash and Riker. They were twins and worth billions. They lived on the wild side and never took anything seriously, except when their friends were in trouble or in need. They were family. They were also two of the biggest men Nash knew. They were about the same height as Nash, but built like football players. They were quite intimidating.

  “So, are you both sleeping with her yet?” Stone asked as he placed the first bet down on the table.

  Stone and Emerson were best friends and complete opposites. Stone lived on the wild side and didn’t care about anyone’s opinion or point of view. His best friend, Emerson, was more discreet. He was usually there to pick Stone up after one of his crazy stunts that, more often than not, got Stone in a heap of trouble.

  “No. She’s very nice and very professional,” Nash replied.

  “What does she look like?” Stone asked.

  Jett pulled out his cell phone. He scrolled the screen then handed his phone over to Stone.

  “Holy fuck. Listen, guys, I’ll be more than happy to stop by this week and perhaps see how the renovations are coming along,” Stone said as he stared at the screen and licked his lips.

  “She is one fine-looking woman. You say the name is ‘Chastity,’ huh?” he teased. Then Zane pulled the phone from him.

  Nash listened to their comments, their whistles, and their compliments on how sexy and beautiful the woman was.

  “She’s a perfectionist, Stone, so you wouldn’t get along with her,” Riker added.

  “She’s uptight, huh? There’s ways to deal with that. You know, loosen her up,” Jagger added, and they laughed.

  “She’s not like that. Let’s just hope this process goes smoothly, and we have a better place to show for it when all is done,” Nash added.

  “And perhaps a woman in your bed to share,” Zane replied.

  They were all silent. He looked up and stared at them.

  “Come on now, you know it’s what each of us want but haven’t found. Perhaps, it will work out correctly this time,” he added.

  Nash threw down his cards.

  “What’s that supposed to mean, Zane?”

  Zane never really cared for Maggie, nor did the other guys, but they were supportive.

  “Nothing, Nash. Forget it. Let’s play. This is poker night, and women talk is off limits until we hit the club outside those doors,” Zane said, but Nash felt angry. Riker and Nash cared for Maggie. Her death had killed them inside, and he couldn’t understand why their best friends never really trusted her.

  Chapter 4

  Chastity didn’t dare step up to the highest rung on the ladder to see if this colored bulb made the custom light fixtures stand out more. She stood on tiptoes as she twisted the bulb into the fixture. The other workers were in the adjacent room, and she couldn’t bother them just to insert these bulbs. Right now she was over the table of the booth she’d redesigned, minus the curtains. If she lost her balance and fell, at least she would hit the table and booth seats, instead of the stone tile flooring.

  “Oh shit,” she said as she began to lose her balance while trying to hold the fixture and insert the bulb. It seemed that someone hadn’t screwed in the fixture base completely, and now, it was moving. The hand-blown stained glass fixtures were shaking as she held on to one of the three thin poles they descended from as well as the bulb.

  Instantly she felt the large hands on her waist.

  “Don’t move. I got you.”

  She nearly jumped out of her skin from the feel of Nash’s hands on her waist.

  She glanced down at him and took a deep breath as she absorbed his casual attire. Dark blue T-shirt, designer, she was sure, and blue jeans. Her belly did a series of flip-flops and then came the embarrassment of being caught like this. Add in the fact that her low-rising jeans needed to be pulled up, her belly was exposed, and that she was probably flashing her thong right now, and yeah, humiliation was hard to swallow.

  “Can you let go of the bulb and fixture?” he asked, holding her by her hips.

  “Not exactly. It seems that one of the workers was a bit rushed and didn’t screw in the base tight enough. If I release this now, we’re going to have a mess on our hands. These fixtures are expensive.”

  “Your safety is more important, Chastity.”

  “Just go grab one of the guys and he can get a screw driver and fix this while I hold it in place.”

  “I’m not releasing you. You’ll loose your balance and crack your head open.”

  “What’s going on in here? Did she finally say yes to trying out the booths?” Riker asked as he entered the room.

  “Riker, really?” she reprimanded, then nearly lost her footing. He really got her temper flaring. “Hold still, Chastity.” Nash raised his voice, and his grip was strong on her waist. She felt his warm fingers against her very sensitive skin. Her nipples hardened and her breasts tingled. God, she was so sexually attracted to these men. But why? They were totally not even her type at all.

  “What do you need?” Riker asked, and Nash told him to grab a screwdriver from one of the guys.

  “Just send one of the workers in here. Ask Bobby to come in.”

  “He’ll get it,” Nash stated, and she felt his hands move ever so slightly on her waist. She swayed slightly, and he gripped her snugly. “Don’t move around so much.”

  Riker returned with a screwdriver in hand.

  Chastity removed the lightbulb with one hand then handed it to Riker. She then took the screwdriver, reached up higher, and screwed the screws in tighter.

  All the while, she felt her entire body shaking with these two men watching her and staring at her backside.

  “Is that a tattoo?” Riker asked as she finished tightening up the base of the lighting fixture and could finally lower her arms. She felt his fingers against her skin, and she jumped, turning toward him.

  Luckily Nash was holding on to her still.

  “Whoa!” Nash stated, and she climbed down the ladder, pushing his
hands from her waist the lower she got.

  She stepped aside immediately and stretched out her arms, bending them then flexing them. They were stiff.

  “Sorry about that. So what do you think?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

  “I like it,” Riker said but didn’t take his eyes off of her.

  “Good. I know they’re a bit pricey, but I think they add a classier ambiance to the booths. I have a surprise for you guys. I hope you like the idea. It won’t take a lot to maintain, but it’s definitely unique.” She ran her hands across the smooth granite of the table.

  “Okay. What is it?” Nash asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

  “Do you see these lines?” she asked, and both men leaned forward to look at the square cut out they hadn’t noticed before.

  “Press that button on the side of the booth wall.”

  Nash pressed the button, and slowly the center square in the table opened. It revealed a small grill, on coals.

  “What is this?”

  “Kind of like a hibachi grill, right in the table. It is run by propane and the control panel is right here. The heat is low, and doesn’t cook the food, but rather, warms it up and keeps it hot. The kitchen servers would special deliver a platter of prepared items. Grilled shrimp, chicken, and beef on the skewers, and a few other specialty items. It will be ordered by the platter, and it’s part of sitting in these specialty booths.”

  “Holy shit, Chastity, I’m impressed,” Riker stated, and she smiled, feeling relieved that they liked it.

  “Good. The plan tomorrow is to actually have you both experience what it will be like in your new place, Hidden Treasures.”

  “Hidden Treasures?” they both responded at the same time.

  “Yes. Colt and I feel like the name of the club should change with the rebirth of the place. You need something unique and classy. This is the new place, the new clientele, and the new staff, for the most part.”