My chest tightens. “No?”
He nods once. “It was in the master suite. I had a hidden safe in the closet …”
“I didn’t know.” Tears prick my eyes. “Maybe it’s still there …”
“No. The night we returned from New York, I snuck off to the house once you went to sleep, and there was nothing left of it.”
I burned it all. In order to keep it from George, I destroyed something that my father needed. “How much?” I clear my throat.
“Five hundred thousand.”
My stomach knots. “I’m so sorry,” I cry.
“Hey.” He pulls me into his side. “You didn’t know. No one did. Not even your mother or George. It was my secret stash.” He kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetie. We’ll get through this. I’ll figure something out.” With that, he stands and exits my room.
I wipe my teary eyes and pick up my phone. I accept the date, knowing I have to help my father. Without knowing it, I’ve managed to ruin everything.
CHAPTER FORTY
TITAN
MY PHONE BEEPS, and I look at it. Emilee has accepted the date.
Of course she fucking has!She’s a Queen and bows to no one. Why would I be any different?She’s not going to consider how I feel about that right now. I allowed it because she really wasn’t doing it. Now things have changed. I could fire her, but that would show that I care, and my plan is to try my hardest not to give a fuck about what she does or who she sees.
“I told you what would happen if I saw you again,” I tell the kid, putting my phone away.
If she wants to do this, it’s her choice.
He spits blood onto the table that I have him seated at in the meat locker. “Fuck you, man.”
I busted his face up pretty good with the one hit to the poker table. Now he’s about to see what I can really do.
I punch him in the nose, knocking his head back. He cries out as blood goes flying from my skull ring making contact. “You know, I’m doing others a service by getting rid of you.”
His head falls forward, and he moans while the blood drips from his face.
I grip his hair and yank his head back. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
His eyes are barely open due to how swollen they are. “I was offered twenty grand just to kill you,” I tell him. “I said no, he’s young. He won’t come around here anymore. He won’t steal from us anymore. But lo and behold, here you are. And guess what?” I shake his head with my fist still in his hair. “I’m going to do it for free.” Then I slam his face into the table once again.
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Exiting the room, I wipe my bloody hands off with a towel and enter the elevator. After scanning my card, I go up a level and step off. I walk over to Nigel’s desk in the corner. “I need a cleanup crew,” I tell him.
He nods and picks up his phone.
I turn to walk to the elevator to go upstairs when I see her walking up the steps outside. She wears a red dress that stops mid-thigh. Black heels and her hair is down, curled and lies over one shoulder. Her lips match her dress and so does her small purse in her hand.
Nigel hangs up his call and goes to open the door for her.
She enters the door and gives him a big smile. “Thank you, Nigel.” Her voice alone makes my breath pick up.
I miss that woman more than I’ll ever admit. A king never shows his weakness. Not even to his queen.
“Miss York, it’s been too long,” he tells her.
“It has.” She looks up, and the smile drops off her face when her eyes meet mine. She gasps softly when they drop to my blood-stained clothes. “Titan,” she whispers my name and takes a step toward me.
