Free Mr. Right Now: Vol. 4: The After Party That Never Ends by HJ Bellus Page A

morning at the club.”
    “Oh shit, I have to work tonight. I can’t stay home.”
    “Baby, you’re fired. I’m not allowed to touch employees.”
    “You are one bossy, demanding ass.”
    “You know you love me.”
    Jett whirls around in his arms. “I don’t think you’ll ever truly know how much I do love you. Thank you for saving me.”
    Kam runs his hand down the side of her face. “Thank you for letting me.”
    Her hips begin to move around in his lap, and Kam is instantly hard and ready again.
    “You know what happens next, right?” he asks her with one eyebrow raised.
    Jett lifts up again and lands right where she was aiming. She moans as she sinks down on him. “No, I don’t. Care to explain?”
    “Jett Sterling, you’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

 
    “They’re on their way up, and there’s only three not four. Jett’s father is confirmed.”
    “Thanks, Steve.” Kam hangs up the phone and looks to his brothers sitting at the round table in the small hotel room.
    “They are here. Only three of them. He must’ve left a goon behind, so play nice, boys, and let everyone have a piece. Take your places.”
    Cole couldn’t help himself and called an old detective friend back home who owes him a favor, and pulled a few strings to have some cops at the hotel when everything goes down. Kam was pissed when he found out, but told everyone involved that as long as he can get a few good punches in, then they can move in and arrest the fucking sleazeball.
    The four men walk into the bathroom and shut the door but don’t latch it, and wait.
    “Kam, keep your temper in check,” Cole reminds him.
    “Always.”
    The sound of the key card gliding through the slot fills the tiny room. Dax smiles at his brothers and waggles his eyebrows. “Playtime, motherfuckers.”
    The brothers wait for the other men to enter the room and shut the door behind them. Cole’s buddies will be waiting directly outside the room for Jett’s father after Kam is finished with him.
    Kam’s blood races at an all-time high as his heart beats furiously against his chest. He flexes his fingers, balling up a fist and then unclenching it while he pops his neck, craning it from side to side.
    “Jett, Daddy’s here.”
    And those are the three words Kam needs to hear. He’s primed and ready to kill. With thirsty knuckles, he throws open the door, slowly walking out into the room. The fat asshole before him is shocked, and his two bodyguards take up a fighting stance. He watches Jett’s dad throw his arm up in the air, halting the other men.
    “Is Jett here?”
    “Who are you?”
    “Her father, Gary, and who the fuck are you?”
    “I’m her fiancé, motherfucker, and I’m here to tell you she’s done working for you for good.”
    “Jett, get your ass out here.” Gary’s face boils to a deep red.
    “She sent me to give you a message, and I hope to make it very fucking clear.”
    “Listen, little boy, you don’t scare me. Where’s my daughter? She has work to do.”
    “You should be scared, because life as you know it is over for you.” Kam steps up to the shorter man and grabs him by the collar. “You’ll never forget this face, fucker, or the three behind me.”
    Eli, Dax, and Cole walk from the bathroom and stand right behind Kam. In a flash, Kam pulls his arm back and slams his fist into Gary’s face.
    “I’m going to fucking kill you. You’ll never hurt Jett again.” He rains blows to his face with every single word. Kam barely hears his name being yelled before it happens.
    One of the men behind him lunges forward with a knife, making direct contact along the right side of Kam’s ribs. His shirt slices open easily, as does his skin. The flesh wound doesn’t stop him from beating Jett’s father’s skull.
    “You motherfucker.” Dax’s voice rings out in the room, and the three other brothers jump in on the fight. Dax throttles the man with the knife, sending it sailing toward the curtain.