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"Money, so they say.

Is the root of all evil today."

EmPOV

She danced over him; his fingertips gliding over her toned stomach, her hair falling in waves over his face. Her hands adorned with brightly colored, plastic fingernails, pushed his head between her naked, fake breasts. His lips creased in an overly obnoxious smile as she climbed into his lap, her covered heat grinding against his leg.

Taking a slight swig of my draft beer, I chuckled and turned my head slightly, looking into a set of familiar eyes.

"And just what the fuck are we doing here?" I barked over the loud music, grinning as Mike left his seat, the stripper guiding him by his hand like some sick, sad little puppy through the horribly obnoxious, lighted strip club.

Edward grinned, leaning further back in his chair, smirking as a few of the dancers passed by, waving and giggling like schoolgirls. ''Best happy hour in Miami." He smiled, taking a drink of his bourbon.

I nodded my head in response, the loud music starting to become irritating in my ears. "Why didn't you think to invite Whit?"

"He's busy. Fucking a tornado... or something," Edward chuckled as a small blonde woman climbed into his lap, his hands grabbing her hips, guiding them to create the friction I assumed he desired.

"What?"

I watched as he took another hefty gulp of his drink. He seemed to take his time indulging in the auburn liquid, smiling as the woman leaned down, running her tongue slowly across his upper lip. Waiving a nonchalant hand towards me, he continued with his escapades. "I don't know. I don't get involved in his personal matters."

I let out a hearty laugh. Who did he think he was kidding? "Are you serious, man? He's one of your best friends and you're going to sit here and tell me you don't get involved in his life? You expect me to believe that?"

Edward sat, shifting as the woman bent over him, her full cheeky flesh within inches of his face. Even with the obvious distraction and the terrible lighting in the club, I could tell something was on his mind. Regardless, it didn't give him an excuse to act like an asshole.

"You know Ed, he told me the way you treated his girl on the boat the other night. Not cool man." I shook my head,. "Not fucking cool."

In my mind I tried to sort out what could possibly be disturbing him. True, he had been working more than his usual hours, but that wasn't abnormal for Edward. His social life had seemed to be taking a dive lately. Other than the paparazzi and Tanya's whore-ish posse, he rarely had anybody to confide in. However he knew he could always confide in me; his brother. Edward was a difficult specimen. I would never push him to divulge information he wasn't ready to share, however if he kept acting like a bonafide asshole... well, fuck... then I was going to start pushing. "I'm just sorry I wasn't there to intervene and put you in your place. Sounds like you need a good ass kicking these days."

"Don't start with me Em. It's not my fucking fault Jasper can't control his little peons he likes to associate himself with. Besides, she's the opposing lawyer in court, and that's just all sorts of fucked up," he managed to blurt out right as the dancer smothered him yet again.

I stared open eyed at him. Edward had always been a little cocky around the sleeves, it was just his nature. Living in Miami didn't help the matter. However lately, he had been different. His hits had been a bit more personal.

"Dude... what the fuck has gotten into you?"

"What do you mean what the fuck has gotten into me? When did it become a crime to get a little action in my life?" he responded, not even so much as glancing my direction, his attention still on the bare breasts of the young floozy.

"It's not a crime man, but Jesus... you've been walking around acting like a complete cocksucker. I don't even know who you are anymore."

His head suddenly snapped around from the stripper in front of him. His eyes pierced into mine, glaring at me. Was he honestly going to be pissed at me for calling him out on his rude behavior?

Edward remained silent as he continually stared at me. I sighed, placing my beer down on the table in front of me. Leaning forward, resting my forearms on my knees, I approached the situation the only way I knew how; direct.

"Is something wrong? You've just been acting... off lately." To be honest, I was unsure of how to describe his recent behavior. Where was the fun loving brother I once knew? Things were different for us in Miami and we had all grown in our own ways. Edward always had a strong head on his shoulders; always remained focused to get what he wanted. Granted, he still got what he wanted now that he was 'Miami's Playboy,' but still, something wasn't fitting right.

"Nothing is wrong, Em. I'm fine, completely fine." He shifted around the girl in front of him, ignoring her as she continued to dance atop of him, to polish off his drink. "Jesus, I have a couple of bad days and everybody gets on my fucking ass."

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to trust that he was telling the truth, but I could just feel that something was not right. I wanted him to be able to confide in me the way he always had. I wanted to push him for more information, but was worried that I would only end up pushing him away. He had even seemed to be distancing himself from our parents. A few days ago our mother had called concerned as to why she hadn't heard from her 'baby boy' in quite a bit. Even with his demanding schedule, Edward had always made a point to speak to our mother, even if it was a simple minute phone call.

"Is it Tanya? Are things not working out?" I guessed, fully knowing I was adding fuel to an already burning fire.

"What? What did you...? No!" He shook his head vigorously. "Tanya and I... We're... Everything is fine."

"Are you sure? Or are you just trying to convince yourself that things are okay when they're not? Dude, I'm your brother, you can trust me."

He sighed, looking around for a waitress to refill his already empty glass. "Emmett enough. If I had any problems you know I would talk to you."

I cocked an eyebrow at him. In most cases I believed him, but now, I didn't. I couldn't.

"I don't think you would, brother. You're hiding something and I can tell. You might be able to hide it from Mom and Dad, from Jasper, or from anyone else, but not from me. So cut the shit. Whenever you're ready to talk, I'm here for you. But stop being a fucking jag-off."

I grabbed my pint of beer off the table and drowned the remnants. Normally it wouldn't take so much to get me all worked up, but nowadays just a simple pompous gesture from Edward seemed to set me off. I would let it go for now since he obviously wasn't forking over any information. Sometimes I wondered how he could be such a successful lawyer. Then again, I knew him differently then most. We, my family, had been through so much before moving to Miami. He built a wall, as most lawyers do, to protect himself. However, I saw him through different eyes. Despite our past, Edward still had let down his guard here and there. His reputation was quickly built up and he stopped at nothing to make sure it stayed intact. One must have it all here in South Florida.

"DUDES!" I looked over my shoulder to see Mike stumbling over to our area. A grin rivaling a Cheshire cat's was plastered across his face. "This was a great idea! It's like Disneyland for grown ups!"

I rolled my eyes. What in the hell was I thinking hiring this schmuck? Granted, he was great at his job, but his personality and lifestyle away from work was just embarrassing. This place had class and Edward and I had reputations. His childish ways could get us kicked out of here.

"Dude," I mocked, "act your fucking age." I glanced around to see if our waitress was heading back with our drinks. If I was going to put up with not only Edward tonight, but Mike as well, I was going to need a drink. Something probably stiffer than beer. I sighed. Edward had obviously suggested coming here for a reason, but I just wasn't sure if I would be finding out what that reason is. He clearly needed a distraction, but I'm not sure fake tits and stretched out vaginas were what he was looking for. Mike on the other hand, well... we know he didn't have high standards.

I watched as Mike scurried off behind some girl who's ass was hanging out of her barely there panties, tits out in the open air, and more makeup than any department store.

Edward groaned. "Why the fuck is he here? He's a fucking embarrassment."

"I'm sorry man, I had no choice. You called me when we were working on an assignment together. And what are you bitching to me for? You know how he is, he's your client!"

"Don't remind me."

The buzz around us was... The tension was palpable. Silence lingered before I decided to speak my mind once again.

"Bro, I think you should apologize." I didn't want to meet his gaze. I knew how it worked on people in court. Not to say that I was afraid of him, but I didn't want my own brother using his courtroom voodoo shit on me.

From the corner of my eye I could see Edward glancing away from the stripper still perched on his lap, his eyebrows slightly cocked. "Apologize? To whom?"

"Jasper man. You really fucking pissed him off. And to Mom and Dad. Mom especially. That really pisses me off that you upset her like this."

"If anybody owes anyone an apology, it's Jasper owing one to me. Alice's clumsy guest completely ruined my fucking deck. And Tanya wasn't pleased that she managed to get all the press."

I sighed. I knew my brother was swept away in the glitz and glamour of Miami's elite especially when he married Tanya. I was still hoping however that he would remain true to himself. "That's what life is to you isn't it? Money and cars and press and wealth."

"Is there anything else? Emmett, you know what it's like down here. This is what Miami is all about." Edward cockily smiled as he threw his arms in the air, as if to suck in the atmosphere of the entire room.

"But it's not what you're all about Edward. Who the fuck are you these days?" I rolled my eyes at him. I was sick of not knowing who he was anymore. "You know what I think your problem is?"

It was his turn to roll his eyes. "Enlighten me big brother. Why don't you psycho-analyze me."

"I think you're jealous."

"Jealous?" Laughter erupted across from me. He pushed the girl off his lap shoving a few bills in her g-string before waving her away. "Do go on Em."

"Yeah, you heard me, I said jealous. I think you're jealous of Jasper. He's known this Alice girl for what... a week? And he's falling in love. He's crazy over her. You've known and been married to Tanya now for how long? I'm not so sure you even know what love is."

It was a low blow, I knew that. But I need something to get a reaction out of him. He was giving me nothing, as desperately as I wanted him to.

Edward exploded, nearly flying from his chair, inches from my face. His breath smelled of heavy liquor. His chest heaved as he pointed a finger into my ribs. "You don't know FUCK about my life. Don't sit here and point fingers at me. You're not in the right place to be telling me about love."

"You're right little brother, you're right," I nearly yelled as I pushed his finger away from me, watching as he stumbled slightly. Grabbing my beer I tried to swallow as much as I could in one gulp. "Is that what you want to hear? You. Are. Right." Putting my glass down on the table, I scattered a few large bills across the top. I reached into the breast pocket of my jacket, fingering a thick envelope. I almost didn't want to give this to him, but I wanted to try to make things right. I had to believe I was doing the right thing.

"Here, these are for Monday night. I don't know why in the fuck I'm giving you these, but just make an appearance. Whit will be there. It'd be nice if you two would smooth things over." I didn't like that they were fighting. I didn't like that Edward and I were fighting. Or that he was being an ass to nearly every person he came in contact with.

He riffled through the envelope finding tickets to Miami Heat game. He once again rolled his eyes. "I don't need your charity, brother. I can get tickets all on my own."

"God, will you shut the fuck up and take them? Fix things Edward. He's your friend. Did you forget that?"

I needed to get out of here before I said something I regretted.

"You might be able to boss people around at your job Emmett, but you're not the boss of me," Edward snickered as he grabbed yet another floozy, pulling her on top of him, her breasts bouncing playfully in his face as she landed in his lap.

I turned from the table, not acknowledging his comment or his actions. I was done with him for now. Whenever he decided to pull his head from his ass, he could come and talk to me. I tried. For Jasper's sake, for Mom's sake.

"Fuck off Edward," I barked over my shoulder. I didn't turn, I didn't want to see his face anymore, in fear I would pound it to a messy pulp. Walking out the door I shielded my eyes from the setting Miami sun. Happy hour was over. Walking to my car, I only hoped that something would change Edward back into the brother I once knew.

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