I put gloves on, then open the baggie. Grabbing it, I wad it up and shove it into his mouth, ending his protests. “Bones.”
He takes the duct tape and wraps it around the guys mouth and the back of the chair, successfully taping his head to it so he can’t get free.
His body begins to convulse as he chokes on the contents of the rag. I smile. “Swallow it up. It’s been soaking in poison, it’s going to eat you from the inside out.”
EMILEE
Jasmine, Haven, andI sit on the couch at the Royal Suite. The guys left us with Grave and Cross.
They’ve been over in the corner having their own conversations. Grave’s cell keeps going off, and I’m pretty sure it’s a girl. Every now and then, he smiles and adjusts his pants. She’s obviously sending him dirty pictures.
“What is wrong with you two?” Haven asks us.
“Nothing,” I answer, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. I showered after we returned from The Palace so at least I don’t smell like sex anymore, but I still feel pretty damn drunk. I’m going to have to sleep it off.
“You two are up to something.” Haven narrows her amber eyes.
Jasmine goes to speak, but the double doors to the suite open, and the guys enter.
I rise to my feet. “Everything okay?” I ask Titan.
“Yeah.” He comes over and kisses my forehead.
We have a lot to discuss, but right now, I’m just glad they returned from wherever they went. And I don’t see any blood splattered on their clothes. But … “Why are you wet?” I ask.
He ignores my question.
“So what did you find?” Grave asks, biting into a banana.
“We’re going to New York,” Luca announces.
“All of us?” Haven asks.
“Yes,” Titan is the one who answers. “Well.” He points at Grave and Cross. “You two are staying here.”
“Thank God,” Grave mumbles with a mouthful. “I hate New York. The city stinks, and I hate how crowded it is.”
I’m not sure it’s much different than Vegas when it comes to tourists, but I don’t voice my opinion.
“Do we even know what we’re looking for?” I ask.
“I will by the time we leave,” Bones answers me. “I have some contacts that I’ve already reached out to who are in New York.”
“Who do you know there?” I ask.
“He’s been fucking a supermodel there for the past few months,” Grave answers, winking up at his brother.
“Oh,” I say, unable to hide my surprise. I didn’t know he was seeing someone. I never thought he’d be unavailable. I mean, I don’t want him to myself, but we’ve had sex. I also don’t want to be the other woman.
Bones eyes his brother. “She’s not my contact.” Then looks at Jasmine. “It’s not like that.”
She shrugs, shoving M&M’s into her mouth.
“Why would Bones think Jasmine cares if he’s seeing someone in New York or not?” Haven whispers in my ear.
“Shh,” I tell her, trying to cover up this very awkward conversation.
“Have they …?”
