“I’m not trying to start a fight with you, but I also don’t want you avoiding me.” His eyes roam my face. “This is where you belong.” He cups my face again. “With me. I can keep you safe. I can give you what you need.”
“And what do I need?” I ask, running my hands up and down his chiseled abs.
A slow and sexy smile spreads across his face. “You tell me.”
“You.” It’s the only answer I can think of. I don’t need his money. This Kingdom. Just him.
He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me softly. “I’m right here, Em and I’m not going anywhere.”
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Friday morning, we’repulling up to a remote private airport. It has six hangars. The one on the far right is open, and you can see the pristine jet inside. It’s white with a golden K in the middle of a black circle. Same logo that is all over Kingdom. “What is this?” I ask.
“My plane,” Titan answers.
He has a fucking jet?
Our Escalade SUV comes to a stop, and we exit and walk into the hangar. He helps me up the stairs, and I see the girls already on it. Jasmine has a pair of black Gucci glasses on and a glass of champagne in her right hand. It has the same logo on it, letting me know it’s from the casino. Haven has a bottle of water in hers.
“Do all of the Kings have a plane?” I ask, sitting down across from the girls in the white leather. A black table sets between us with a bowl full of fresh fruit.
“Yes,” Bones answers on the other side of the aisle. “Well, everyone except Grave.”
“Why doesn’t he have one?” I wonder.
“He did. He crashed it,” Titan answers, going to sit down next to Bones.
“How do you crash a plane?” Jasmine asks, laughing.
“Funny, I asked him that same question,” Bones says typing away on his phone. “But he was too fucked up to remember how it ended up in the Atlantic Ocean.”
“I mean, I can see one crashing. But surviving it?” Haven shakes her head. “That would be very low odds.” She takes a sip of her water.
“That’s why every jet has parachutes on it,” Titan adds. He leans over and starts whispering to Bones, ending our conversation regarding Grave and his near-death experiences. I’m not surprised in the least that Grave survived a plane crash. The boy is like a fucking cat, but he has ninety lives.
Haven claps her hands together softly. “So here we are. I’m ready to be filled in.”
I look over at Jasmine, and she shrugs. She doesn’t give a fuck who knows what we did in The Palace. I take a deep breath. “Okay …”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
TITAN
WE SIT INthe living room at the Four Seasons in New York. The curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows are pulled back, letting the sun shine in. I can practically hear Bones’s skin burning from the light as he sits beside me. He’s lucky he naturally has an olive skin tone, or he’d look like a vampire.
“Who are we waiting for?” Emilee asks from behind the couch.
“I have some friends who live here. Well, one of them lives here in New York full-time. The other lives in Vancouver,” Bones answers.
“You said they were contacts,” Jasmine corrects him. “Do you even have friends?”
“Very few.” He tosses back his drink when there’s a knock on the door.
He gets up to open the door to greet out guests. I stand as they enter the room. “Avery, Tristan, this is Titan, Luca, Nite. And these are the girls, Haven, Jasmine, and Emilee.” They each shake our hands and offer pleasantries.
The Decker brothers are both dressed in black suits. They look like they own a Fortune 500 company and model forGQon the weekends. But I know differently. You don’t fuck with them. Their dead body count is higher than ours.
I notice Jasmine lower her sunglasses to introduce herself to them. The girl is always on the lookout for her next victim.
