I sent Nigel out to retrieve him an hour ago. I half expected him to already be on the run.
“I remember a time when you begged to meet with us,” Bones states, referring to when we loaned him money.
He swallows but squares his shoulders. “What does this pertain to?”
I almost laugh. This fuckface thinks he has leverage here, but he doesn’t. “We know you lied to Em,” I state, and his face drains of what color it had. “You see, we placed surveillance on the outside after the break-in. It was mainly to see if George came back, but it worked in our favor nonetheless.”
“I don’t know …”
“You told Emilee that you went back to the house to get the money you had hidden in yoursecret stash. You lied.” The guys and I watched it this morning after I filled them in on everything that happened last night and what Em told me. And just as I expected, he had lied to her. We kept it running in case George ever decided to show his face again. Now I’m glad we did.
“I’m guessing you were hoping that she wouldn’t share that information,” Bones adds.
He dips his head and starts breathing heavily. “What do you want?”
I ignore that question and ask my own. “Worried she may realize what a piece of shit you are and disown you?”
He picks his head up and glares at me.
“She will once we tell her how you set her up,” Bones growls.
“I didn’t—”
“You did.” I Interrupt him. “And I have proof.” I state, placing two cell phones on the table.
He pulls on his collar. “What is this?” he demands.
“Evidence,” I state. “You see, you owe several people money. One of them being Jacob. And when he saw that your daughter was a Queen, he wanted to go after her to get to you.” I press play on a video on Jacob’s phone. It’s of Emilee walking into the back of Kingdom the night of their first date. Jacob was already there, parked around the corner, watching her. Recording it. Then he sent it to Nick’s old number. But he didn’t send a message. The video comes to a stop, and I sit back in my chair.
“You can’t prove that,” he growls.
“But I can.” I open the phone once more and go back to the text messages. “She can work off my debt.” My eyes meet his. “Is what you replied to his video.”
“Is that true?”
He jumps to his feet as Nigel holds the door for Emilee to enter.
“Emilee …” he starts.
“Is that true?” she demands, tears in her eyes.
“What are you …?” He spins around to glare at me. “You set this up.”
I sit back and cross my arms over my chest. “She deserves to know.” Emilee has a big heart. She wants to see the good in people. I mean, look at the type of people she has surrounded herself with. Bones, me, the rest of the Kings. She believes in second chances, and I love her for that. Without her forgiveness, I would have never had my chance with her. But her father? Enough is enough. She needs to see that he betrayed her. And it could have cost her, her life.
“You were willing to let him sleep with me because you owed him money?” she goes on, and her voice cracks.
He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.
“You set her up,” I say, filling the silence.
He turns around to face me.
“Just like you did with George. You knew what he wanted. What’d he do to her if you walked away.” I’m fishing. I don’t have confirmation yet, but I’ll get it.
He pulls his lips back. “You think you’re better than me?” He shakes his head. “She is a fucking Queen. Call girl. Escort. Whore! She fucks men for money.” He points at her.
I grind my teeth and fists my hands. “The only guy she fucked for money was your business partner because you left her with nothing,” I snap. How could he only think of himself? I went through all the documents that Yan had shown Emilee after her mother had passed. And they were legit. Except for the will he left her. That money did not exist. It was something that Nick and George had come up with to buy him time while he was pretending to be dead. He had it written where Emilee had to be thirty-five in order to inherit three million. By the time that rolled around, he’d risen from his grave and taken every cent he had and would be in another country.
