The bar fight had resulted in Aidan damn near losing his left eye. Master A’s eyebrow was creased with a perfect crescent-shaped scar.
Aidan.
Lucas’s mind whirled as he pulled out of Lexi’s mouth. He took a step back, trying to understand what the fuck was going on. One moment the world had been close to perfect, and now he didn’t understand a damn thing.
Aidan’s eyes—yes, he could see that plainly now—were on him. “Lucas, take over for me here.”
Lucas didn’t move. He looked down at Lexi. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated, probably trying to hold off the orgasm that was coming.
“Lucas!”
Lucas turned to the man who had once completed their threesome and then torn them apart. A bitterness welled up inside him. Aidan thought he could play a game with them? A sick feeling hit the pit of Lucas’s stomach. This betrayal could go far past Aidan playing a trick.
“Does my brother know you’re here?”
Aidan stopped. Lucas knew the minute his face fell that he’d been right. There was a long moment of silence.
“Yes.”
Lucas simply turned away and began working on Lexi’s bindings. Her eyes were open and questioning.
“You can talk, baby,” Lucas said, his voice flat and emotionless. “We’re done here.”
The Master drew himself up to his full, intimidating height. “Lucas, stop it right now. You signed a contract. Do you really want to put your rights at this club in jeopardy?”
“Lucas, what’s happening?” Lexi’s hands came free. Lucas wished he’d brought a shirt or a freaking robe with him.
“Get behind me, Alexis.” Lucas pulled her off the sawhorse and unhooked the vibrator, tossing it away.
Aidan O’Malley seemed a bit miffed his game was up. He invaded Lucas’s space, but Lucas was done being intimidated by him.
“This club can go to hell for all I care now. And so can my brother and Julian.” Lucas turned to Leo, whose eyes were grave.
People were talking now. There was a hum in the crowd. Despite Julian’s disdain for gossip, The Club thrived on it. They would be grist for the gossip mill for years after this, but it didn’t matter.
“Lucas, please.” The Dom was gone. Aidan seemed to almost deflate.
Lucas felt Lexi’s hands on his waist, tightening. “Who is he?”
Aidan pulled the mask off his face, and for the first time, Lucas really looked at the man. He looked older and harder, his once stunning face now hard as granite. He was still a beautiful man, but he’d changed, and there was no doubt that he’d been through an enormous amount of pain. What the fuck had happened to Aidan?
“Lexi, I came back to fix things.” Aidan tried to take a step toward them, but Lucas merely moved back.
Lexi curved around Lucas’s body, straining to see what was going on. “Oh, my god. Aidan?”
Lexi took off. One minute she was on the stage behind Lucas, and the next she was pushing her way through the crowd. She didn’t seem to care that she wasn’t wearing anything. Lucas started to take off after her, but a big hand pulled him back.
“Lucas, please listen to me,” Aidan said, his gravelly voice deep and pleading.
Lucas pulled away. “Yeah? Like you listened to me? I believe both Lexi and I begged you to listen, and what did you say? You said you didn’t want this fucked-up life. I believe you called me a queer.”
“That’s not true. I said I wasn’t gay. I would never have used that word.”
“Yeah, well, you made yourself plain.” Lucas started to walk past him, but he got in the way again.
“Lucas, I was wrong, so fucking wrong—”
Leo placed a hand on Aidan’s shoulder. “He’s done for now, Aidan. Let him go.”
Lucas strode off the stage after Lexi. He tried not to think about the sorrow in Aidan’s eyes.
“I love you, Lucas.”
Yeah, he wasn’t going to think about that, either.
Chapter Six
Lexi slammed into the private room, wishing she’d thought about picking up her damn clothes. At least she could have held them in front of her. As it was, she’d run through the club, pushing her way through the crowd with her boobs and ass hanging out. Did she even have a shred of dignity left? God, did any of it matter? It felt like the walls were closing in on her.
Aidan was here.
What the hell had he come back for?
Bitterness welled up inside her as she kicked out of the heels she’d been wearing. Just minutes ago they had made her feel feminine and sexy. Now they just hurt her feet and made her feel like a fucking idiot. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her mascara was already streaking. She’d been so happy for a moment. She’d had Lucas, and it had been perfect. She’d adored the way he filled her mouth. She’d reveled in his masculine taste. It had been all the more perfect for the man behind her.
Master A had tortured her in the sweetest way possible. She’d felt a real connection to him. He’d called to her, with his damaged face and body. He’d been a true Dom, and the sub deep inside her responded. She’d pushed, and he’d been an unmovable brick wall. It totally turned her on. As she’d lain there, bound and helpless, she’d wondered if he was the one who could complete her and Lucas. She’d had no doubt in her mind that this was what they needed.
It had all been a lie. Like everything about Aidan.
“Lexi, please put on some clothes.”
Lexi started and practically jumped into the robe sitting on the counter at the sound of her stepfather’s voice. She wrapped the white silk robe around her body and turned to face the big cowboy who was averting his eyes. Jack Barnes sat in one of the elegant chairs, a glass of Scotch at hand. Normally, her big, strong stepfather was a comforting presence, but not today.
He’d told her he was leaving. It seemed to Lexi like he’d been lying to her a lot lately.
“You knew.”
He took a long drink of that Scotch. “Yes. I’d like a chance to explain.”
“Really?” Lexi asked, her arms over her chest. Her stepfather was dressed in his usual jeans and western shirt. Somehow he managed to be more powerful in casual clothes than most men were in thousand-dollar suits. She wasn’t intimidated by it this evening, though. “I would have enjoyed a chance to decide whether or not I wanted to perform several sexual acts in public with a man who ripped my heart out. Guess we can’t always get what we want. You tell me something, Jack Barnes, did my mother know?”
Tears welled in her eyes at the thought of her mother being in on this—plot, scheme—Lexi had no idea what to call it. Her mother had been her rock for so long, but now she had a new family. It struck Lexi forcefully that even her mother had left her behind. She had Jack and Sam, and now little Olivia and Josh. Maybe her mom didn’t need her anymore. Maybe she was just a reminder of how crappy her life had been because she’d had a kid at the age of seventeen.
“No, she doesn’t know, and she might divorce me when she finds out.” Jack’s hands tightened around the glass, and his face was flushed. It was the most emotional she could remember seeing him aside from the joy he had on his face when he was with his family. Now he looked haggard and worried. “If it makes a difference to you, Sam doesn’t know, either. I couldn’t tell him because he can’t keep his mouth closed around Abby.”
Good for Sam. “Well, at least one of my mother’s husbands isn’t a bastard and a half.”
Jack’s eyes came up. “Lexi, just hear me out. Aidan came to me a little over six months ago.”
Lexi held up a hand. The last thing she wanted to hear was Aidan’s story. She didn’t want to know what he’d been doing in the years he’d been gone. She didn’t want to know what had happened to him. God, she didn’t care how he’d gotten those scars. They covered his body. If he’d been a car, she would have wondered if anyone had survived the wreck. She forced herself to be strong. “I don’t care.”