"Nice place you've got here." Arabella's gaze swept across the hollow club in a single, unimpressed glance. "Though I heard it hasn't been doing much lately."
Jacob chuckled, glancing back over his shoulder as he moved deeper into a club.
"Well, I have other businesses. This is just a hobby, really."
"Yes, the loan business," Arabella nodded. "I recently found out my mother is one of your customers."
He shrugged, eyes still on her as he snapped his fingers at his men. Chairs were dragged into the center of the empty dance floor.
"I wouldn't say a customer exactly."
"How so?" Her gaze sharpened.
Jacob didn't answer. He simply gestured toward the chairs. Arabella held his stare a moment longer before sitting.
As they spoke, she realized he was exactly the type of man she despised.
He was the definition of irresponsible, except he always seemed ready to run away when things got tough but equally ruthless when opportunity came his way.
