I lick my lips nervously but answer. “The Kings.” Then I remember that only two of them are here. Not all of them.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“They can help you,” I add quickly. “Whatever is going on.” I remember that he had owed a million dollars to someone. I don’t know if they ever told me who it was. A loan shark or something. Fuck, my mind is too foggy right now. What was that guy’s name? Didn’t he have like six weeks to pay it back? How long ago was that?
“No they can’t,” he argues.
“They can. I promise they will.”
“The Kings don’t help anyone but themselves.”
I don’t like how he spits out his words. Or the fact that he’s lied to me. “You don’t know them!” I shout.
“You’re going back to Vegas to be with your mother,” he grinds out, switching lanes.
My heart skips a beat. Now I know I’m dreaming. “My mother is dead,” I say, looking out the small window. “George is gone. And I burned down the house you built her.” Might as well tell the ghost of my dad everything. Dead loved ones do that, right? Visit you in your dreams?
“You did what?” he barks out.
“It’s all gone. All I have is Titan.”
“What do you mean all you have is Titan?” he asks slowly.
I turn to look at him. The lights from the dash showing his five o’clock shadow. I always thought my father was handsome with his deep-set brown eyes, square jaw, and dark hair. From the photos my mother had shown me, he was a pretty boy in high school. All the girls wanted him. My mother was the one who landed him.
“We’re dating,” I say.
He slams his fists into the steering wheel. “No. No.” He’s in denial. Just like I am that I’m really sitting next to him.
He’s not real.
“Yep,” I answer. My phone vibrates in my lap, and I look down at the screen. “And this is him now. Hey, baby?” I slur.
“Where in the fuck are you?” he snaps in my ear.
TITAN
I pace thehotel suite. Luca sits on the couch with Tristan. Bones and Avery stand by the window with glasses of scotch in their hands. Nite and Kayn are perched on the other leather couch.
I look up when the door opens, and I see Emilee enter. My hands shake with the anger I feel toward her right now. She wears a black mini dress and her hair down. She can barely walk in her heels, but I expected that. Haven filled us in when we arrived back here, and the girls were missing. Luca called her, and she answered, telling us that she and Jasmine were on their way back to the hotel, but Emilee had left the club with a man. They didn’t get a look at who he was. Just saw her walk up to him and then they left together.
To say I’m furious is an understatement. “Where in the fuck have you been?” I snap.
She raises both of her hands in surrender. Like I’m a cop accusing her of a crime. “I told him you could help him.” She manages to get out.
“What are you talking about?” Bones demands, also standing. “Help who?”
Instead of answering him, she turns, giving us her back and stares at the door she left wide open.
And in steps the very man we’ve been searching for all night. Silence falls over the room as he walks over to her. He places a protective hand on her shoulder and pulls her into his side.
I see fucking red. Removing my gun from my waistband, I point it right at his motherfucking head. “Get the fuck away from her.”
“Titan.” She gasps.
He shoves her away from him and into Bones’s arms. He secures them around her, holding her in place. It’s the same scenario she was in when we went to George’s house and Grave brought her to his office. But this time, Bones has her, not me.
A cruel smile spreads across his face. “I told you, Emilee. The Kings don’t give a fuck about anyone.”
