"You're gonna have to talk to them sooner or later" Darius says making me roll my eyes.

"Are you gonna tip me or just sit there and nag me? If you don't mind, I have a job to do" I snap back while going back to the stripper pole behind me.

Darius let out an irritated sigh before throwing another bunch of dollar bills at me making me laugh at how uninterested he was at me stripping right in front of him.

"Show us your tits!" An elderly perverted man shouts from the side of the stage as I smiled before flipping him off.

Just because I was a stripper, didn't mean I was gonna drop my clothes at their commands. I get paid with or without my clothes anyways.

"When you're done, I'll see you at the club" Darius says using his crutches to walk outside with one of the biker club members falling him out.

Of course they'd make sure he was staying within club reach. As if he could even run away with that fucked up bullet wound that's still healing.

"I'd like a lap dance!" A familiar voice shouts making me stop spinning on the pool.

"What the fuck are you doing here?! I thought you were dead!" I gasp seeing a bruised face Jax sitting on the opposite side of the stage from where Darius was sitting.

"Honestly, I thought the same thing too" He groans out while handing me a 100 dollar bill.

"As much as I like the generous tip, I think your hospital bill might need that more than me" I reply pushing the bill back as he laughs before hissing in pain.

"I might have been fucked up worse than I've ever been before, but fucking you that night made it all worth it" He says winking up at me as I remembered it was him and another biker club member that had sex with me at the sex club.

"So, do you normally share women with that hot friend of yours?" I ask remembering how good it was to be taken at the same time by those two.

"Usually we're possessive when it comes to women, but you looked to good to be satisfied by just one man"

A voice says standing beside Jax now as I finally got a good look at the handsome man that literally fucked my brains out a few nights ago with his buddy sitting in front of me.

"I wouldn't mind taking you guys for another ride anytime soon" I say winking at him as he pulls out a stack of hundreds.

I thought he was gonna throw it onto the stage like my usual customers would, but instead he took one bill and teasingly slipped it into my red see through bra. With the rest of the bills in his hands, he turned to one of the waitresses to whisper something into her ear as she looked at me with a knowing look. I smirked before nodding back at her as she gestured me to follow him and Jax to the private rooms back stage.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" A familiar voice growls out before I could get into the room they were in.

"Are you fucking serious?!" I snap back seeing Luca's angry face before he dragged me AGAIN outside of the club.

"Let go of me you jealous asshole! I don't know what mental issues you have but you really need to get some fucking help!" I objected trying to push him off me as he rolls his eyes before shoving me in the back of a car.

"Where the fuck are you taking me?!" I scream out while noticing he was driving us away from the biker club across from my strip club work building.

"Let me the fuck out of here!" I shout while trying to break the partition wall between the backseat I was in and the drivers seat where he was driving.

Trying to unlock the doors, I noticed he locked it and made sure it didn't unlock from the inside. Kicking the windows and trying to break the door caused no effect but I wasn't gonna let this possessive cave man take me to wherever the fuck he was trying to get me to fucking listen to him. I wasn't a fucking dog, and I for sure wasn't the same little girl he used to easily manipulate into doing whatever he and my other brothers say.

It was a long drive to wherever we were going, but I could care less. I was still banging and kicking everything around me. It may not have done anything to get me out of the moving vehicle, but it did annoy Luca. So I continued to scream, kick, push, punch, and throw my body against everything in the car so he can realize how long I wasn't gonna back down.

After realizing the car stopped, I quickly surveyed the area. Trying to figure out if he was gonna take me to some abandoned warehouse and torture me or something.

Judging by the full on view of the city of Los Angeles, I took notice that he parked the car in front of a large house on top of a mountain looking down at the city.

"Get out" Luca says opening the door making me roll my eyes before getting out and seeing how far we were from any other houses.

There were nothing but trees and grass for as long as I could see. There was only one road leading through the dark looking forest I'm guessing we just drove through.

"I had some new clothes for you brought in. You can go shower or change in the guest bathroom" Luca says suddenly walking into the large house as I considered my options of leaving only to go against the thoughts in my head to make a run for it.

Walking inside the house, I was shocked at the beautiful and classy designs inside it. I would've never guessed my foster brother would have any taste in interior design. Especially with the beautiful shade of black and white colors matching the furniture and windows.

"The guest bedroom is down the hall. When you're done, come down to the dining room so I can speak to you" He says before walking back downstairs as I noticed how nervous he looked before trying to mask his emotions by walking away.

Stepping inside the guest bedroom, I observed how comfy the black and white bed sheets and pillows looked. There was a large flat screen tv and a fireplace. Damn. I knew our parents had money, but when they told me they cut off his allowance after he got kicked out of the house, I wonder how he ended up getting this big ass place for himself.

After washing up in the large boujee looking shower, I was surprised for the hundredth time of today by a large walk in closet connected to the bathroom I was in. And that wasn't even the main reason I was shocked. Looking around the closet, I realized there were many designer clothes, shoes, and even jewelry filled in every spot here.

But that wasn't the big shocker, it was the fact that every clothing designs, shoes, and jewelry in here was similar to the ones I used to dream of wearing when I was younger.

I used to stalk Instagram accounts and Pinterest photos about what I wished I would wear when I was a nerdy teenager that had social anxiety. I hated how I used to look before and would cover up my body and basically dressed like a fully covered nun. I wasn't a flashy girl before because my family and protective foster brothers would complain and nag about how I wasn't allowed to do so many things because I was always going to be a baby in their eyes.

But I guess that changed now since Luca has fully designed this closet with every sexy and flashy styling options I've been dying to wear since I was shy teen.

After getting ready and walking back downstairs, the smell of pasta filled my nose. I was already amazed by the beautiful setting in this place and now I was stunned at the sight of Luca cooking in the kitchen.

When we used to live together and our parents or nannies weren't around, it was always Aidan that cooked for us. Since Aidan was always the mature out of the three of them, I was used to seeing him in the kitchen cooking when our parents forgot to get us food or forgot to get our Nannie's to come around to feed us.

"Sit down. I already set the table, I'll bring the food out in a little bit" He says without even looking up.

Sitting down at the head of the table where both ends of the table were seated with one plate and utensils. There was a candle in the middle of the table and with the large window on the side of the table with the sunset view over the city, I almost thought I was on a date with my older brother.

Looking back at Luca, I scanned his body noticing he was wearing his usual black shirt and black jeans. The tight black shirt was not hiding any of his defined muscles underneath. Or the tattoos scattered all along his large arms.

When we were in highschool, I remember he had only a few tattoos scattered around his body. I never knew what they meant but Aidan and Owen used to tell me they were the results from him drinking and waking up at his friends tattoo shop.

The only time I actually knew what one of his tattoos meant was when he showed me a tattoo he got on my eighteenth birthday. He showed me a cotton candy tattoo on his hip, which I hated him for reminding me of how weird I was when we first met, which was the meaning of his nickname sweet cheeks he made for me.

"You look beautiful" Luca says placing a plate of chicken Alfredo pasta in front of me.

"Are you trying to kill me or something?" I ask noticing how weird he was being with the romantic dinner setting and the closet full of everything I'm guessing he chose out for me to wear while I was gonna be here.

"What are you talking about?" He retorts back while sitting across the table from me with his plate.

"You cooked one of my favorite foods, put all those expensive accessories that you know I would like inside that large walk in closet in the guest bedroom, and now you're having us eat dinner in this romantic date like setting. I don't know if you're trying to seduce me, trying to kill me or both" I reply while staring at him suspiciously making him stop eating.

"I need to talk to you but I wanted you to at least feel comfortable first before we get down to all the serious stuff" He answers back before going back to eating his food as I cautiously start eating my food which I'm hoping wasn't poisoned.

It didn't take long for me to finish my plate since I didn't really have an appetite to begin with, but Luca continued to finish his large plate before taking our dishes to the kitchen and asking me to wait for him in the living room. Grabbing one of the wine bottles on the table, I poured myself a glass of red wine and made my way to the living room where the fireplace was warming up the room and making it look lively.

"I knew you were going to like that" Luca says now joining me on the couch in front of the fireplace.

"Grandmas house was always the place I'd love going to because of her fireplace. I wish mom would've put one in our house before, maybe then I would've liked to stay there" I reply with a forced a laugh before taking a sip of wine.

"You know I never intended to stay out here with Uncle Barry, while you guys were waiting for me back home"

"Waiting? That's exaggerating a bit much"

"Im sorry for not reaching out to you guys during the past few years. I didn't know how you guys were going to react and what you guys were gonna say. I mean, I just found out our uncle was the owner and president of a biker club that used to be our grandfathers and when I left the house he wanted me to be the next in line after him. He didn't want me to tell anyone about the club since it was only him and grandpa that knew about it and now I was dragged into it"

"What was the reason why you left? Dad told me it was because you did something to get arrested again that was much worse than anything you've done before. So what was it? You've gotten arrested for vandalizing, graffiti, stealing, DUI, underage drinking, street fighting, and taking drugs. So what was the so bad reason you had to leave that night you left my bedroom so angry?"

"Murder"

Right when he answered back to my angry rant, I stopped glaring at him to stare back in shock. Murder? He murdered someone because he was so angry at me that night? I knew we got into arguments a lot but I didn't expect him to go out and kill someone that night.

"You murdered someone because of our argument?" I ask in shock as he looked back at me while shaking his head now realizing what I was thinking.

"No. I-I-It had nothing to do with you" He stutters out as an idea just popped into my head making me scared.

"Wait! The person you murdered wasn't the guy I went on a date with that night?!" I shout while putting all the pieces together as he sat quietly now looking away.

"Luca! Tell me you weren't the one that killed James that night. There was a whole investigation at school the next week and they were trying to get me to reveal who I saw with him after our date. His parents didn't even see after he told them that he was going on a date with me, so tell me right now that it wasn't you that killed someone's innocent son that night!"

"He wasn't innocent! If he was so innocent, he wouldn't have pulled a fucking gun out on me that night!" He retorts back as I looked at him in horror.

"After we got into that argument, I left to get a drink at the bar that mom and dad used to nag me not to go to" he says making me snort.

"Always running to alcohol" I mutter making him glare before continuing his explanation.

"But when I was leaving, your stupid date somehow ended up finding me behind the building where I always park my Harley. Next thing I know he's blabbering on about how Im overprotective of you and that he's always known I had feelings for you. His little hero speech was honestly killing my buzz so I tried to walk away but he pulled his daddies gun out on me and warned me that if I didn't leave you alone he was gonna kill me"

"You're lying. I don't know what type of fucked up imagination you have but James would never pull out a gun and threaten anyone"

"Then how would you explain this gunshot wound huh?! The same gun that your precious little date got killed with that night is the same gun that shot and left a scar on my fucking side that night! Don't believe me? Here's the fucking police file from that night!" He snaps while throwing me an envelope after showing me a gunshot wound on his left side covered by a large dragon tattoo.

After opening the envelope and seeing all the evidence already in there, including the picture of James body and gun that stated it was registered under his fathers name. The mugshot of Luca was also included with the information of him getting shot by James.

"If they had all this evidence on what happened between you two, then why didn't they just say it was self defense and let you go?"

"It was my third strike. You really think if it wasn't for your rich parents paying off the judge, I would still be sitting right here in front of you?"

"I just don't get what was the point of sending you off it was self defense and you were in the right the entire time"

"You know your parents always had it out for me since the day I moved in. Your parents may have loved me but they tolerated me for so long because without me they never would've had Owen and their golden child Aidan"

"My mom loves you"

"But not enough to keep me after my third strike right?"

"Why are you blaming it on them?! They weren't the ones that forced you start underage drinking and going out to the city to graffiti and vandalize a bunch of random peoples homes!"

"What else was I suppose to do to get their attention?! They didn't give a shit about me!"

And that's when I realized why Luca was always angry at my parents and everyone else in the world. I always thought he did reckless stuff as a teenager because he didn't give a shit about anything. But I guess the only thing he cared about more than being protective over me, was getting the love he wanted from the people who adopted him in the first place.

"Is that why you didn't reach out to us this entire time?" I ask noticing the sadness taking over his face.

"It doesn't matter anyways. Owen and Aidan already made them proud parents and I'm to damn old to give a shit about them anyways." He replies while laying down on the couch with an irritated sigh.

After laying back on the couch, he closed his eyes with a defeated sigh. I knew it was hard for him to speak about what he just said but I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down to where his shirt lifted. His boxers were showing and the lower part of his tatted v line was exposed. And it wasn't helping that the cotton candy tattoo he got for me on his hip was always showing.

The new thing that did catch me off guard was the writing on his V line. Looking closer to it, I now see that it was the words sweet cheeks in cursive.

That's weird. He never had that tattoo before when we lived together. He was always naked in the house before so of course I saw the few tattoos he's had but now seeing his body, he had a new snake one to cover the bullet wound on his side, the two arm sleeves, and the cursive writing of my nickname on his v line.

Seeing his tired expression on his eyes closed face, I decided to do what my mind would scream at me not to do since we were kids. Standing up from where I was seated, I decided to plant myself on top of his welcoming looking torso.

"What are you doing sweet cheeks?" He asks with his eyes still closed but his hands now reaching my bare thighs.

"Something I should've done a long time ago" I mutter before leaning down to connect our lips as his eyes suddenly opened in shock.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He snaps but not making an effort to remove me from on top of him.

"Don't act like this is not what you were trying to achieve with the romantic dinner and the serious talk about what you've been thinking about. Why don't you just let the thoughts you've been having about me for a long time out?"

"Do you even know what you're asking for?!"

"I don't give a shit about what I'm asking for. You want to fuck me, then let's do it already!" I snap back while shoving his hands holding me back, off me.

In an instant, we were flipped around. I was now the one underneath him with his large body holding mine down on the couch.

"Are you sure you wanna do this? Once we start there will be no tapping out" He says while breathing hard against my neck as I scoff before reaching down grab a hold of the large hard on behind his tight jeans.

"I won't be the one tapping out, big brother" I whisper into his ear before biting it as he groans against my neck.

In a flash I was thrown over his shoulder and carried up to his bedroom. I guess it only took a romantic dinner and some talking out to have the forbidden taboo thoughts we've both been having about each other for a while, come true.

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