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  Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 1

  Their Greatest Treasure

  Nash and Riker blame themselves for their lover’s death after losing her during an investigation. Now retired Federal Agents and entrepreneurs, they’re billionaires, and their club is turning into a dive. They try to fill their empty hearts with money, women, and even alcohol, but it’s no use, they can’t let go of the past.

  Chastity Malone is hired to help Riker and Nash Riley, two sexy twins with attitude. She’s reserved and untrusting, with a past and heartache of her own. By coincidence, their pasts collide, bringing them trouble and testing their fate in one another.

  Chastity is threatened and assaulted. She is submerged in a web of lies by coincidence.

  Riker and Nate must forget about the past and filter through the lies to save the one woman that completes them. But they didn’t count on one obsessed ex lover, an unsolved case, challenges to their faith, and a woman so strong, so determined to prove her innocence, she’s ready to die to prove it.

  Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 39,616 words

  THEIR GREATEST TREASURE

  Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 1

  Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  THEIR GREATEST TREASURE

  Copyright © 2013 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62740-623-9

  First E-book Publication: September 2013

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  DEDICATION

  Dear readers,

  Thank you for your continued support. I hope that you enjoy this new mini series about the true meaning of love. Each story penetrates the minds, the beliefs, struggles and presumptions of ten very wealthy, powerful men. They all realize that money can’t buy you everything, and especially not the love of the perfect woman.

  To fall into lust, unemotional love affairs, and maintain power and control of one’s soul and assets is one thing. But, when faced with the deep and pure emotions of the heart, that power, that money means nothing.

  True love is the greatest treasure of all.

  Happy reading!

  Hugs.

  ~Dixie~

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  THEIR GREATEST TREASURE

  Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 1

  DIXIE LYNN DWYER

  Copyright © 2013

  Prologue

  Nash Riley walked into the club. He was trying to be discreet, but that wasn’t going as planned. A glance to his right, and he saw an underage girl. She had a martini in one hand and was using the other hand to manipulate the bouncer, Frank, who should have been watching the bar area.

  In annoyance he glanced to the left, and there was a small argument beginning between two patrons trying to get closer to the stage and the sexy little dancer doing her short act.

  “Mr Riley? How are you, sir? I didn’t know that you would be here tonight? Is everything okay?” Lou asked.

  Nash bit the inside of his cheek. “Where the fuck is Riker?” he managed to squeeze out through clenched teeth.

  Lou’s eyes widened, and he knew the shit was about to hit the fan. Their employees were fully aware that Nash expected discipline and perfection. Riker, on the other hand, left in charge for the last two weeks, had let the ball fall. Riker was obviously too busy drinking and partying to get his act together, and now it could cost them big-time. He shouldn’t have left. Nash shouldn’t have gone out to upstate New York to help their friend Peter. But Peter was good people. He was honest and fair.

  Nash was getting tired of his twin brother Riker’s blasé attitude with their club, The Jewelry Box. Fucking Riker was always partying and getting down with the ladies. This was their club, their investment. In the last year, it had turned to shit. The clientele came here to find easy women, and easy women came here to land some deep-pocket men.

  Nash heard the explosion of voices. Women screamed, and as he turned, he caught one guy by the shoulders as the other man decked him. Nash ducked and bobbed, using his boxing abilities to evade getting hit. As a survival fighter, he’d never lost his touch. Even though he felt old and e
xhausted, he wasn’t even forty yet.

  “Lou!” Nash yelled then shoved the man toward Lou, and now Frank appeared and grabbed the other guy.

  As Nash turned, some wild woman with a nasty right hook struck him. He roared in annoyance, and before he could let his temper flare, another bouncer, Bret, grabbed the woman by the hair and restrained her.

  “Get them out of here. Clear the whole fucking place!” he yelled and then walked toward the bar.

  John, the bartender, a nice guy, handed Nash a towel with ice in it.

  “Here you go, boss. That was a hell of a move you pulled. I thought you were a goner when that big guy swung at you.”

  Nash raised one eyebrow at John, as if his assessment of what could have happened was a joke.

  “Yeah, right.”

  Nash looked around the small club. It was turning into a shit hole. He didn’t like the people who frequented it. He didn’t care for what the place was turning into. He was going to need some help. He should call his good friends Jett and Flynn. They owned The Phantom, a restaurant and club. They knew people who helped with things like this.

  “Hey, brother, what’s the long face for?” Riker asked as he stumbled into the bar area with a blonde on his arm and a redhead standing behind him with her arms wrapped around his midsection.

  Nash gave him a dirty look. He knew that Riker drank too much. They had both gone through a tough time. The one woman they loved was dead. She was taken from them because of their pasts. Once secret operatives for the government, hired out on a job-to-job basis, they did things they would never even let cross their minds again, never mind tell another person. They lost her because of those missions. They lost everything.

  “What’s going on? Look at this fucking place. Will you look around and see the shit that’s going on around here? I don’t want this, Riker. This isn’t what we agreed to. This is not the place we talked about having. I’m tired of the losers coming in here. We need a fucking change.”

  Nash stared at Riker and held the cloth, filled with ice, against his lower lip. Then he tossed it onto the bar.

  He watched Riker peel the women off of him, tap their asses, and tell them to take off.

  Nash looked at his twin. They were nearly identical, aside from Nash’s small scar by his left ear. A battle wound from his past career.

  Most people couldn’t tell them apart if they were dressed the same. But they didn’t dress alike. Nash was more conservative, and liked a nice designer dress shirt and dress pants. Riker preferred designer jeans and tight T-shirts that showed off their similar athletic builds. Riker also had a more approachable expression. Nash didn’t appear approachable, ever. He was hard, angry, and kept his contact with people limited. He preferred it that way.

  “Did something go wrong at Peter’s?” Riker asked, taking a seat next to Nash at the bar.

  “No. I wasn’t expecting to come back to some joint amidst low- class bars. I thought we discussed cleaning house before I left.”

  “I tried, Nash. Really. But, The Jewelry Box just isn’t so attractive anymore.”

  Nash stared at Riker. He looked like shit.

  “When was the last time you slept?” Nash asked him. Which was kind of hypocritical considering that Nash hardly ever slept.

  “I got enough sleep. Don’t you worry,” Riker snapped at him.

  Nash just raised one eyebrow at his twin.

  “We need to do something or we might as well sell,” Nash stated firmly. He looked around at the few stragglers that Frank and some other staff were escorting out. It was eleven o’clock on a Friday night. This sucked for business.

  “Can we talk about it tomorrow? I’ve got plans,” Riker said.

  Nash stood up. He gave his brother a poke in the chest. “You need to straighten your ass out. You need to quit boozing it up and sleeping around.”

  Striker gave Nash a shove back. It turned into a match, back and forth, until finally they started laughing.

  “You’re an asshole,” Nash stated.

  “You’re a bigger asshole who needs to get laid,” Riker replied then plopped down onto the barstool. Nash glared at him and shook his head.

  He didn’t do casual sex. He tried it once months ago, after the two-year anniversary of Maggie’s death. It didn’t go well. Every night, and even during the day sometimes, he thought of them. The faceless men who identified Nash and Riker as secret agents and then went after Maggie. Nash and his brother should have died on that boat that night. They never found the men responsible, and never figured out for certain who they were. Riker had his suspicions, but even his suspicions were like phantoms in the night. They couldn’t prove anything, and they couldn’t bring them to justice as planned.

  “When was the last time? And your hand doesn’t count,” Riker continued to tease. Nash stared into his eyes. The exact same dark blue color, and Nash could see the sadness amidst the words coming from Riker’s mouth.

  “I’m a little more discreet and particular than you, Riker. It has to mean something.”

  Riker lowered his head then ran a hand over the small dusting of whiskers covering his face. “When it’s meaningless, it’s easier to not feel and still get off. I’m going to head upstairs.”

  “I’ll take care of everything here. Tomorrow, I’m calling Jett and Flynn. We need some help.”

  “Whatever.”

  Nash watched his brother leave. Nash felt just like Riker did. Except Nash wouldn’t have sex just to do it. He missed Maggie. He missed her scent, her laugh, and her innocence. They were the reason why she died. They killed her, and he and Riker would have to live with that fact, forever.

  Chapter 1

  Chastity Malone stood in front of her boss, Colt Morgan, as they waited to see an acquaintance of Jett and Flynn Greyson’s, who owned The Phantom, nightclub and restaurant. Now that place was phenomenal. She stood in front of Colt, discussing the reason for the meeting and the fact that two bachelors, Nash and Riker Riley, were looking to redo their night club, The Jewelry Box. She would never even think of stepping into such a club on her own personal time. It was a haven for perverted men looking to get lucky and women who drooled and opened wide for men with deep pockets. And boy, did the Greysons have deep pockets. They were wealthy, and so were their close friends. That was a group of individuals she would never fit in with.

  Chastity led a boring, conservative lifestyle. She made sixty thousand dollars a year working with Colt Morgan, and that was just fine with her. She didn’t date. She didn’t trust men, and surely, she didn’t have the ability or the flow of money to invest in things like owning a nightclub or seducing a billionaire.

  She respected those who worked hard for their money, just like she did.

  She had heard a lot about Nash and Riker. Colt warned her that they were difficult to deal with and that Riker had a bit of a drinking problem.

  The door shoved open with a roar of laughter, as two gorgeous, sexy men entered. Following them were two other incredibly good-looking men, Jett and Flynn Greyson. She had helped them improve the restaurant part of their club, The Phantom.

  “Hey, what’s going on?” Colt asked as each of the men shook his hand.

  Chastity tried to calm her breathing. The amount of testosterone in the room, along with the muscles and good looks, was nearly overwhelming. Sexy designer-shirt-covered perfection stood around her. Suddenly she felt insecure and obsolete. These were four billionaires. All in one room, and all around her, smiling.

  Yikes. Down girl. You can handle this.

  “Who is this?” one man asked as he looked her over. She immediately saw that look in his eyes. She’d seen it before. She thought she was unaffected by such looks, but not from him. The man gave her goose bumps everywhere. This one had to be Riker. Colt warned her that he was a complete flirt.

  “Riker, meet Chastity Malone,” Jett Greyson said then winked.

  The others chuckled.

  “Chastity, huh?” he asked then smiled. He r
eached for her hand, and when their fingers touched, he appeared affected. She felt that zing of attraction, and if she could, she would have given herself a swift kick in the behind.

  “Hello, Chastity, I’m Nash Riley. It’s nice to meet you,” Nash said.

  Riker immediately released her hand, but the reprieve was short lived as Nash took her hand next. Their eyes locked, and once again she felt a zing of attraction.

  Not good. These men have reputations. They like to share women for crying out loud. Stay clear. Stay focused. Do your job.

  “Nice to meet you both.” She pulled her hand from Nash and his odd, surprised expression. Suddenly, he looked pissed off.

  “So, Chastity and I would like to know what exactly you two have in mind for The Jewelry Box?” Colt asked.

  “Well, we need changes to be made. We’re not happy with the clientele or the staff.”

  Chastity took out her leather binder and notebook and took notes. She crossed her legs, pushed her long, blonde hair over one shoulder, and then fixed her skirt. She realized that the room went silent, and when she looked up, all four men were watching her, and Colt cleared his throat.

  “The first thing we need to do is visit the club. We’d like to see it during the day, and then at night. We’ll need access to your staff, the security you have, and the kitchen,” Colt stated.

  Chastity swallowed hard. Riker was in a dead stare at her.

  She felt self-conscious now. Is this what these men do? Do they stare at a woman like barbarians, and then decide if they want to make a move? Perhaps they shop for women like they shop for expensive cars and yachts and shit like that. Oh God, why am I shaking? Why is my pussy clenching? Well, you know why. They’re beautiful.