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    Lars: Bad Boy Billionaire: Miles Brothers Romance, #3
    Lars: Bad Boy Billionaire: Miles Brothers Romance, #3
    Lars: Bad Boy Billionaire: Miles Brothers Romance, #3
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    Lars: Bad Boy Billionaire: Miles Brothers Romance, #3

    By Nikki Riker

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    I cocked my head to the side. This was the first time I'd heard this. "Keep going."

    "And if you think you can just because you're a big bad car guy and I'm a meek little baker, you have another thing coming. I'm not going to sit by and let you bulldoze me. I'm not a pushover."

    I smiled. She was really laying into me. I was going to take her out if it was the last thing I did. Her eyes were bright, and her words tumbled out of her in a rush. I didn't have the heart to stop her while she was on such a roll, and I didn't want to. She was hot as hell when she was angry.

    Publisher's Note: This is a steamy and sexy billionaire bad boy bachelor romance with a HEA and can be read alone.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMajestic Owl Publishing LLC
    Release dateAug 6, 2022
    ISBN9798201191306
    Lars: Bad Boy Billionaire: Miles Brothers Romance, #3

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      Lars - Nikki Riker

      one

      LARS

      The diner smelled like grease and cheese and cheap perfume. It wasn’t a bad mix of smells necessarily. Hell, compared to the usual smell of oil, gasoline, fiberglass and paint of my car shop it was pleasant.

      The seats were lined in red plastic, the floors checkered black and white tiles. I’d been coming to the diner for cheeseburgers almost every other day since moving back to Seattle from California. My recently deceased father had left me a car shop to run. And the will said I had to run it myself or lose it.

      His death was a bitch. And so was Seattle.

      I missed the sun, the waves and the wind in my hair. The northern west coast didn’t hold a candle to the southern coastline. Life felt freer in California, but that was someone else’s life now.

      Drumming my fingers on the aluminum-trimmed table, I let out a long sigh. My waitress, a middle-aged, wiry-haired, permanently bored-looking woman showed up and put a glass of ice water in front of me.

      Do you know what you want to order? she asked.

      I looked up at her, noting the bags under her eyes, the downturn of the corners of her mouth, and the way she’d over-lined her lips with a color three shades darker than her lipstick.

      I’m waiting for someone. I tried not to stare.

      She blinked slowly at me before turning around and walking off.

      I leaned back in the booth, the red plastic creaking beneath me. Tables started filling up as the lunch rush got into full swing. I earned myself a few curious stares from mothers and children. The men kept their eyes to themselves.

      I wasn’t the sort of guy people made eye contact with by accident. I was the tallest and wildest of my brothers, and the one that was always headed into trouble or just getting out of it.

      Life was too damn short to play by the rules.

      My tattoos made me stick out like a sore thumb. My build didn’t help me blend in, either. Not that I wanted to blend in. There wasn’t much fun in that.

      I took a mouthful of water and looked out the window to see one of my four brothers crossing the street. He was dressed in blue jeans and a plaid shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he walked with an easy gait up to the front door of the diner. When he came inside he looked around, spotted me, and nodded.

      As he made his way down to where I sat at the front window and slid into the seat across from me, I studied him. Being the oldest had to be a shitty job. Dad expected more of him than he did me. Hell, Dad hadn’t expected much of anything from me.

      Lars, Asher said in his deep voice.

      I didn’t have time to say anything back before the waitress came over to our table. She plucked her notepad from where it hung on her belt, flipped it open, and held her pen over the page. She looked lazily back and forth between my brother and me. We didn’t look like brothers, given that we were both adopted. All our brothers were adopted.

      Do you know what you want to order? She repeated verbatim what she’d asked me the first time around in the exact same tone with the same blank expression.

      Asher peered down at the menu. Uh…

      I took over, surprised I hadn’t recognized her or had her recognize me. I’d been in here so often.

      A cheeseburger with fries for me. I handed her my menu after she scrawled my order on the notepad.

      And you? she asked Asher.

      He looked from the menu up to her, and then back down, running his thumb along his jaw, closed the laminated piece of paper in his hands, and passed it back to her. He gave her a friendly smile.

      Same for me. Thank you.

      She sighed like his decision shouldn’t have taken so long, but that was his way. Okay.

      As she walked away, Asher hooked his thumb over his shoulder. Did you say something to piss her off before I got here?

      No, I responded defensively and tried not to smile. Of course, it was my fault.

      Asher narrowed his eyes at me. You sure? She seems put off.

      Probably because she hates her job. I didn’t say shit. I lifted an eyebrow. I could poke at her a little though if you want.

      Stop it, Asher grumbled under his breath and rolled his shoulders. He was much more polite than me and had always cared about treating other people well. I cared about treating myself well.

      How have things been in the construction business? I asked as I draped my arm over the back of my booth. Did Dad leave you with a pile of shit to sort out or a new uppity woman to tell you what to do? Poor Kade and Hawke have been throat-deep in trying to prove themselves. I’m not doing that shit.

      Asher smirked. "I’m not surprised to hear that. It’s been good, but I haven’t really gotten in the swing of things. They’re not really trusting, which I get, but I was born for this type of company. All the shit was dealt with during my first week mostly though. You’d have known about it if you hadn’t fucked off to Cali again for the first four weeks of owning your shop."

      I chuckled. I had shit on the burner back in Cali. I had to tie up some loose ends.

      Did those ends happen to be women? Asher asked.

      Maybe. None of his business.

      Asher shook his head at me, but a smile played on his lips. I can’t believe there are women who want to throw their lot in with you.

      Believe it.

      It must be the whole ‘fixer-upper’ thing. I can see that being part of your appeal.

      The fuck does that mean? I narrowed my eyes.

      He gave me a devious grin. They think you’re a project that needs saving. Maybe they think they can smooth out your edges and make you a stand-up citizen.

      Fuck off.

      You know I’m right. Asher laughed.

      You want to be right, I corrected him. You always want to be right. It’s not my fault the girls saw me first when we were growing up. Don’t let it get you down too much.

      Asher snorted. I’ve missed you, man.

      Telling my brother that I had missed him too wasn’t happening, but if I sat on it for a couple minutes, he would get my unspoken words.

      In fact, I’d sort of missed being around my brothers in general. Coming back and forth to Cali had been a bitch, but getting to see Kade, who was another one of my brothers, had helped. We’d shared a few too many meals in the shitty diner I sat in, but it was his way of releasing stress. He was a family guy, and God help him, I was family.

      I shifted in the seat. It wouldn’t hurt to do this sort of thing more often.

      Asher didn’t push me any more. He knew where I stood without me having to spell it out for him.

      The waitress came back with our burgers and put our plates down in front of us. My mouth started watering as I stared down at my messy burger and crispy fries. I smothered them in ketchup and passed it to Asher. He followed suit and the two of us dug in. The burgers were two-handers, slathered in sauce, and messy as hell.

      When we were finished, we picked up the conversation again while drinking waters.

      So the shop. How is it going? Any roadblocks?

      I shrugged. Our father had left my four brothers and me with one of his businesses each. My youngest brother, Jagger, was still off in the middle of butt-fuck-nowhere doing who knew what, so none of us knew which business he’d been given. I’d ended up with the one my father figured was most suited to my nature, his high-end body shop for luxury vehicles.

      It would have been more my speed if it wasn’t high-end and luxury. I was more drawn to old muscle cars, tailpipes that choked out plumes of smoke, obnoxious sound systems, and souped-up cars with wide set tires and lowering kits for enhanced handling.

      Range Rovers and luxury sedans were not my thing.

      It’s going all right, I said, not offering too much.

      Just all right? Asher asked, cocking his head to the side.

      I shrugged. Yeah. I mean it’s a change of pace for me. I’m not used to dealing with the sort of clientele that shop brings around. It’s been a big adjustment. And there’s one young guy working there that rubs me the wrong way. A real smart-mouthed little shit.

      Oh. So a younger version of you?

      Bite me.

      I’m just saying. What does he do? Talk back and shit?

      Sometimes. He’s just a defiant little prick who needs to be put in his place.

      So put him in his place then. That’s what you do best, isn’t it?

      I blinked at Asher. Are you actually telling me to cause a conflict?

      No. Asher shook his head. He leaned forward on his elbows and nudged his empty plate out of the way. You’re running a business now. You can handle things better than you used to. Sit him down and have a talk with him. Use your words, not your fists.

      You sound like Mom, I grated. Fists

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