Chapter 469

When Tarquin strolled into Blissful Uncle's Bar, he found Keaton cozied up in a booth with his latest flame, practically glued to his side and playfully jostling him around.

At the sight of Tarquin entering, Keaton nudged his girl, "Hey, call Tarquin over."

It was well known among their circle that Keaton and Tarquin were as close as brothers could be, even more so than blood.

Seeing Tarquin was always a big deal, given his notorious temper and the 'legendary' status he carried around. The girlfriend was a bundle of excitement, nerves, and fear all rolled into one. "Um... Tarquin."

Tarquin didn't spare her a glance, just made his way over to the sofa opposite Keaton, lit up a cigarette, crossed his legs, and leaned back, puffing away.

The girl, feeling the sting of rejection, looked at Keaton with puppy eyes, a hint of tears brewing, "Keaton."

Keaton, ever the charmer, pinched her cheek and slipped her a credit card, "Don't mind him, darling. He's like this with everyone, acts like the world owes him a fortune. Go enjoy some shopping, I've got business. I'll catch up with you later."

Her mood instantly lifted at the sight of the card, and after planting a quick kiss on Keaton, she got up to leave, even throwing a timid bow Tarquin's way as she went. Tarquin, for his part, didn't acknowledge her at all.

cigarette, "Man, you could be a little

scoffed, "Why should I be nice to

"I'm your brother!"

"She's not my woman."

Tarquin reserved his kindness for his own

right through you, you're going to be

simply rolled

just that Keaton went

Keaton was serious about a woman, ready to make her part of the family, Tarquin's

Elysia?" The conversation shifted to

narrowing his eyes, teased, "First off, are you into

"No."

the interest in

"Cut the crap."

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