CHAPTER HUNDRED & FIVE

Sean was hungry for a fight.

After the meeting they just had with their father, Tate could tell that the bulky man wanted to break something—whatever he could lay his hands on.

Perhaps, pump his fist into the first face that he found obnoxious or clutch his own hair and scream. He could always tell when his brother was on the verge of doing something stupid, which was almost every other day.

It was why he took him to their usual spot at the nightclub. Nothing annoyed Sean as much as losing to their sister's wit—a sentiment that Tate understood completely, a sentiment Tate shared.

But he also knew that nothing soothed the man's soul more than a night away from work. Music and the beautiful women that paraded the club, they were a balm for his soul. The best part was that he could buy the all with money and he had lots of that.

Sean hunched over the table which was covered with every kind of wine imaginable. There was chardonnay, champagne and rosé. At least those, Tate could recogniz
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