Gabriel Fallen (Empire Nightclub, #2)

by Nina West

“Are you talking about me?” “No. Well, yes. Gabriel said you should come over and meet Caleb—” “Okay!” I fix her with a flat look. “No, Michelle.” “Is he as hot as his brother?” “Some might think so.” Though I’d disagree. No one’s as attractive as Gabriel. “But, trust me, you don’t want anything to do with him. See that knot in the wood over there?” She follows my finger toward the side of the counter, where the owners have finished it off with pine. “Yeah?” “He’d stick his dick in that.”

It’s not the first time I’ve seen Caleb shove a man’s head into a pool. I’m just hoping this time he pulls him up before the air bubbles stop rising altogether, because drowning our cousin will not be good for family dynamics.

Michelle: Have you talked to that shithead yet? I groan. Gabriel promised Caleb would get her home—safely and unmolested. But this is Caleb. Mercy: No. Why? What did he do? The three dots dance across my screen and I picture her lying in bed—it’s 11:00 a.m.—furiously tapping away on her screen. Michelle: NOTHING! I practically climbed onto his lap and he turned me down! I thought you said he’d fuck anything! I’m anything!

He wants to build himself a new life, a “legit” life, but he’s building it atop a dirty empire. Even so, the deplorable Gabriel Easton is trying to change. For me. Everyone has to start somewhere, I guess.