Gypsy Brothers: The Complete Series by Lili St Germain Read Free Book Online Page A

stand in front of, and a small stage at one end. There are no windows, which makes me itch. I know why. Windows mean people can see inside. Windows mean people can shoot bullets through.
    I look around, scanning the dozen or so guys and girls hanging off Dornan’s every nauseating word. I guess most people have decided to return home after the storm warning was issued. I tune in to what Dornan is saying as he’s finishing up.
    “Nobody is to touch her,” he finishes. “She’s mine. You hear?”
    I smile vacantly as a few guys jostle and wolf-whistle and a few slutty-looking girls look seethingly jealous as they look me up and down.
    Dornan snaps his fingers and grabs my arm. “Come on,” he says. “Time for me to go.” I trot after him like an obedient puppy, taking in every detail I can about the place.
    Some things have changed, and some have stayed exactly the same. Dornan is still an asshole – that definitely hasn’t changed.
    I follow him out of the main club room, down a narrow hallway that has several closed doors and which eventually opens up into a large kitchen, complete with several dining tables.
    “Wait here,” he says, stabbing a table with his finger. I sit at the table and look up at him. “What am I waiting for?”
    He leans on the side of the table and studies my face. “We’re just waiting, that’s all.”
    I nod, looking around the room. Photos of club members dot the walls, and my throat catches when my gaze lands squarely on a photo I remember well. A photo I’ve been carrying around for six years. My copy now lies in a safety deposit box under another fake name in downtown LA.
    My father.
    I force myself to look away, certain Dornan is studying me. He may have allowed me into his club, but I know damn well that he still doesn’t trust me an inch.
    Jase hurries into the room a few moments later, looking as though he’s just stepped out of a shower fully dressed. He’s creating a water slick behind him and when he stops in front of his father, that slick becomes a full-fledged puddle.
    “Jesus fucking Christ,” Dornan says, towering over his son even though they are both about the same height.
    “You’re making a goddamned mess, boy.”
    Jase wipes the moisture from his face and more droplets of water rain down. I have to force myself not to smile. Jase clearly enjoys making his father upset.
    “I had to ride through the rain. It’s crazy out there.”
    It is only now that I realize he’s carrying a black motorcycle helmet in one hand, the chin strap looped over his fingers.
    Dornan shakes his head. “Borrow a fucking car next time,” he says. “I don’t need you dyin’ out there.”
    Jase nods. “Why’d you call me down? I thought you wanted me in the club today.”
    Dornan shifts so that Jase can see me. Jase immediately looks unimpressed.
    “I gotta go on a run for a day or two,” Dornan says. “I need you to keep this one company for me.”
    “This one?” Jase asks caustically. “Isn’t this one supposed to be working tonight?”
    Dornan looks from me to his son and sighs. “Look, boy, I don’t have time to get into it now. She’s something special, you hear? I’ve decided she’s better off here at the club, keeping your old man company.”
    I am dying to speak, but I know Dornan likes his women stupid and obedient, so I keep my mouth shut.
    “How long you planning to be gone?” Jase asks, looking generally disinterested.
    “Two days, tops,” Dornan replies. “Get Kathy to cover you at the club. And son … ” He pulls me from my seat by my shoulder and stands me in front of Jase - “I would never let your brothers near Sammi here, you understand?”
    Yeah, right, I think to myself.
    “But you, son, I know you’ve had it real hard since Raelene left us. God bless her soul. So if you wanna sample this fine piece of ass,” he slaps my ass with his wide hand, “you go right ahead, you hear?”
    My whole body jumps a little at being slapped and I