Billionaire Stepbrother - Secret Lives by Madeline Du Bois Page A
Authors: Madeline Du Bois
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his office, no less. It was just a lot of pain to go through, and it almost cost me my career rather than just my boyfriend. I’m just concerned that the same type of thing might happen again, that I might get too involved in your bad boy world and take it too far. I mean, I don’t want to assume that you’d ever be attracted to me. I just don’t want to be involved with that type of guy in any way again because it’s always a temptation. And then, of course, there's the fact that you're my stepbrother as well...”
Dante took a bite of his hot dog, contemplating what she’d just said. Had she admitted having an attraction to him somewhere in there? He looked at her for a second, in her slacks and tight jacket, her hair in a severe bun and began to transform it into the way she looked the first night at the bar. He hadn’t really spent a lot of time paying attention to how he felt that night, but he was beginning to see it; why he hired her and why he wanted her to like him. She was a compelling personality for sure, but her body was even more amazing. How many guys’ wet dreams had she starred in. While he hated that stupid CEO, he couldn’t blame him for wanting her, only for letting her go.
He suddenly felt nervous, walking so close to her. He felt like his tongue was twisting in knots. It was humiliating considering he was the president of Devil’s Pirate MC, but beautiful women could still get him choked up. What should he do about his attraction to her? Should he act on it in any way? Her history and fears told him that maybe it wasn’t quite the right time, but he found himself hoping there would be a right time. But they'd really need to address the whole stepbrother issue.
“Please say something,” Cynthia piped up, stopping to throw away her empty paper plate in a trash can. He’d obviously been silent for too long, and he could feel his face getting hot.
“Sorry, I was just thinking of the right thing to say, but I suppose there isn’t a right thing. I have to admit that Devil’s Pirates MC were involved in some shady dealings in the past. When I was just a regular member I began repairing the bikes and really got into it, and it got me in good with the president. I moved up the ranks quickly, and now that he’s retired and I’ve taken over, I want things to be different. I know that it’s hard to believe that there’s a motorcycle gang out there not engaged in nefarious activities, but I try my best to keep everything legitimate."
They continued walking as he spoke, but he kept his eyes downward, focused on the sidewalk in front of him. "I recently bought a bike repair shop, and I have a couple of my boys working there. I have them help out with real shipments and private security since many of the boys have experience similar when they used to run drugs from Mexico and Colombia. I’ve even considered that once the repair shop gets going real good that we can do customization as well. I have to admit, though, that I’ve helped some things along using my business connections and with some personal investments, but they don’t need to know that. It keeps their motivation up.”
He led her to a bench, and they sat down watching the ducks swimming around in the pond, looking for food. “Wow, that’s pretty impressive, but the way you say it makes it sound like it isn't working completely? Is something wrong with the club or with the investments?” He let out a sigh. She had guessed what he’d been avoiding for a while. He’d had trouble with some of the members for the past year, and it was starting to get out of hand.
“You’re quite insightful. I knew there was a reason a hired you,” he joked, trying to avoid talking about it, but it was only fair since she admitted what was going on with her. “For obvious reasons, not everyone agrees with us going the legitimate route. For that matter, I am not sure everyone agrees with me being their leader
Dante took a bite of his hot dog, contemplating what she’d just said. Had she admitted having an attraction to him somewhere in there? He looked at her for a second, in her slacks and tight jacket, her hair in a severe bun and began to transform it into the way she looked the first night at the bar. He hadn’t really spent a lot of time paying attention to how he felt that night, but he was beginning to see it; why he hired her and why he wanted her to like him. She was a compelling personality for sure, but her body was even more amazing. How many guys’ wet dreams had she starred in. While he hated that stupid CEO, he couldn’t blame him for wanting her, only for letting her go.
He suddenly felt nervous, walking so close to her. He felt like his tongue was twisting in knots. It was humiliating considering he was the president of Devil’s Pirate MC, but beautiful women could still get him choked up. What should he do about his attraction to her? Should he act on it in any way? Her history and fears told him that maybe it wasn’t quite the right time, but he found himself hoping there would be a right time. But they'd really need to address the whole stepbrother issue.
“Please say something,” Cynthia piped up, stopping to throw away her empty paper plate in a trash can. He’d obviously been silent for too long, and he could feel his face getting hot.
“Sorry, I was just thinking of the right thing to say, but I suppose there isn’t a right thing. I have to admit that Devil’s Pirates MC were involved in some shady dealings in the past. When I was just a regular member I began repairing the bikes and really got into it, and it got me in good with the president. I moved up the ranks quickly, and now that he’s retired and I’ve taken over, I want things to be different. I know that it’s hard to believe that there’s a motorcycle gang out there not engaged in nefarious activities, but I try my best to keep everything legitimate."
They continued walking as he spoke, but he kept his eyes downward, focused on the sidewalk in front of him. "I recently bought a bike repair shop, and I have a couple of my boys working there. I have them help out with real shipments and private security since many of the boys have experience similar when they used to run drugs from Mexico and Colombia. I’ve even considered that once the repair shop gets going real good that we can do customization as well. I have to admit, though, that I’ve helped some things along using my business connections and with some personal investments, but they don’t need to know that. It keeps their motivation up.”
He led her to a bench, and they sat down watching the ducks swimming around in the pond, looking for food. “Wow, that’s pretty impressive, but the way you say it makes it sound like it isn't working completely? Is something wrong with the club or with the investments?” He let out a sigh. She had guessed what he’d been avoiding for a while. He’d had trouble with some of the members for the past year, and it was starting to get out of hand.
“You’re quite insightful. I knew there was a reason a hired you,” he joked, trying to avoid talking about it, but it was only fair since she admitted what was going on with her. “For obvious reasons, not everyone agrees with us going the legitimate route. For that matter, I am not sure everyone agrees with me being their leader
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