“Well, you can tell him that I’m fine. And you didn’t need to pretend to go have drinks with me for that information. You could have done that in my office.” He adds.
“How are things with you and Lucy?” I change the subject. He’s been seeing her for a while now.
“The same.”
“Which is?” I ask digging deeper. I don’t know what the fuck him and her are. So the same doesn’t mean shit to me.
“We fuck.” He looks over at me. “That’s all we do.” He pulls his cell out of his pocket. “That’s all I ever plan on doing with her. She’s not the kind of girl you settle down with.”
“And you’re that kind of guy?” I ask.
“No,” he answers. “That’s why what we’re doing works so well.”
And that was that. I got nothing out of him. We had pulled into the bar, and then we ran into Emilee. We weren’t even there for ten minutes before we beat some guys’ asses and then left. I dropped him back off at Kingdom where he got in his car and went to meet up with Lucy, and I went home to bed.
“Like I said, Bones, Grave is an adult. I can’t force him to do something and neither can you,” I tell him.
He sighs. “Maybe prison would be the best place for him.”
Grave is going to either end up dead or get a life sentence. There’s no doubt about it. But that’s just who he is. That’s who we all are.
“Aren’t you being a hypocrite?” I ask.
He lets out a growl. “No. I’m very careful with what I do and how I do it. Plus, drugs don’t run my life.”
True. That’s never been our thing. But that doesn’t mean we don’t live a life of sin. You can’t play God and expect to be forgiven when you are questioned about what you had to do in order to achieve that title.
“So what do you want to do?” I ask, leaning back in my seat.
“There’s no controlling him.” He sighs.
“But?”
“But nothing.” He stands and exits my office as fast as he entered, ending our conversation.
I lean back in my chair and stare at Emilee’s phone. Picking it up, I turn it back on and look over the home screen photo. It’s of her and Jasmine, and it looks recent. Jasmine recently dyed her hair red. I remember it being that color at Luca’s wedding. Back in college, it was bleach blond. Emilee’s wearing a smile, and her hair is flipped over to the side, a few strands covering her face. A shot of tequila in one hand, a mixed drink in another. She actually looks happy. Like she doesn’t have a care in the world. But I know differently. Her father is dead. She always was good at covering up her true feelings.
Going back to her recent text, I pull up the number and type it into my computer just to see if I can get an idea of who this guy is. Maybe a social media page or something.
And I’m quite surprised when I see it belongs to none other than the sorry bastard George Wilton.
What kind of deal could you possibly have with him, Em?
CHAPTER FOUR
EMILEE
STANDING IN FRONTof thousands of people, I’m in a black sleeveless shirt that’s cropped, ending right below my boobs, and has an extremely low V cut in the front with a pair of black spandex booty shorts with a thick black belt that has a golden K on the front. I’ve worn bathing suits that cover more. My top keeps riding up and so does the fabric on my ass. Jasmine even sprayed hair spray on it and said it would help. Whatever the fuck that meant. Just made my skin sticky and itch.
She signed us up to be ring girls. Tonight, Kingdom is hosting a fight, and we’ve been walking around for the past two hours half-dressed and holding up cards to announce each round. Kingdom’s event center is over a hundred thousand square feet and holds around seventeen thousand guests. And the event has it at full capacity.
“How did you get this job again?” I ask her, sitting down next to her ringside. Some people would kill for these seats because we are so close, we can see the blood fly and smell the sweat.
“I know a guy who helps the Kings with the promotional side of things.”
“Know a guy? Or seeing a guy?”
She shrugs. “It’s nothing serious.” She dodges the question.
