Page 6 of Sin for You

Bull

I poured the guy in front of me a drink and slammed it on the bar with probably more force than was necessary, one eye on what I was doing, the other on Quinn. That little fucker Ezra was talking to her again. I’d hoped he’d gotten the hint last night. Yes, I’d lied about needing help with the cleaning to screw up their plans. And I felt not one shred of guilt about it. No way was he getting anywhere near Quinn.

I cursed under my breath.

This was exactly why I hadn’t wanted her here. She was a beautiful girl…probably one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen. I glanced over at her again. She was smiling wide at the grinning prick in front of her.

Definitely the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

Which meant having her here made the job I’d been given of looking after her a whole fuck of a lot harder. The woman had been giving me an ulcer since she came home.

Thanks, Mase, you prick.

I already had Dane to wind me up. My younger cousin had been raising hell for as long as I could remember and didn’t appear to be slowing down. Cal, his older brother, and I had been trying to keep the kid from hitting self-destruct since he got out of foster care and came home to us.

I’d already had my hands full before Quinn rolled back into town for her “extended working vacation.” Whatever the hell that was.

I didn’t need this shit as well.

The door opened, and as if the devil himself had summoned them, Cal and Dane walked in with Cal’s woman, Cassy, at his side.

Cal and Cassy couldn’t have been more different. She was all class, the daughter of a wealthy rancher—well, until the fucker lost all his money and tried to marry her off to the first asshole willing to pay off his debts. Our families had history, had been enemies until she’d walked into Rocktown Ink, Cal’s tattoo shop across the street, not knowing who she was asking to work on her, and won Cal over. My scarred, angry cousin had melted for her, and they hadn’t looked back.

As they walked over, I poured three beers and put them on the bar. “Done for the night?”

“Yeah.” Cal took a sip of his beer. “Thank fuck. Been busy all week.”

Dane worked there as well doing piercings and apprenticing as a tattoo artist. Cal and I had both trained under the previous owner, Harvey, a father figure to us both and the reason I was able to buy this place and had a lot more money in the bank. Harvey had come from money, had no kids, no family, and to our utter shock, had left it all to Cal and me.

I’d worked there for a lot of years myself until I bought the bar. Still did occasionally for my old clients and when Cal needed a hand.

“The place is poppin’,” Dane said when he reached me, scanning the room before his gaze found and lingered on Quinn, not for the first time.

Nope. No fucking way. I swatted the back of his head.

“What the hell?” he said, rubbing his dome and scowling.

I shook my head. “Anyone else. Not her.”

Cassy elbowed Cal, and he chuckled, which I chose to ignore.

Dane planted his hands on the bar. “Why not Quinn?”

“Why not me, what?” Quinn said before rattling off her order to me.

I started filling it, ignoring her question.

Dane, of course, did not. “Bull says I can look but not touch.”

“Didn’t say you could look, fuckface,” I growled.

Quinn frowned. “What am I missing?”

Dane smirked. “I was just scoping out the talent, and…yeah, I was checking you out, ’cause, sorry, but you have a fine ass—”

Cal swatted the back of Dane’s head for me.

Quinn blinked up at Dane, stunned into silence, then she threw her head back and laughed. She had a great laugh. I scowled as several assholes in her vicinity noticed as well.