I shove Titan’s hands off me and stand, leaning over his desk. “I’m not a fucking charity case. I’m offering you more than you are owed.”
He waves it off and stands to his full height. I have to look up and instantly feel like someone he wants to squash. “We’ll get it one way or the other,” he says simply and then walks around his desk.
“Dillan!” I growl his real name, turning to watch him walk to the door. He’s gonna dismiss me. “He’s gonna run. I know he has the money to pay you, but he’s just refusing to. With the kind of resources he has, you’ll never find him. I’m your only option.”
He smiles at me. A cruel and lethal smile that makes me remember just how cold this sorry bastard can be. “No one can hide from the Kings,” he states.
I turn to face Titan. He always was a fucking dick too. “Weston …”
“It’s Titan,” he corrects me.
“Seriously?” I snap
He crosses his arms over his hard chest.
“Fuck, you guys are still the same ole Kings! Self-absorbed and a pain in my ass.”
Titan’s eyes drop to my legs. “I’m more than willing to fuck your ass, baby.”
I growl, turn, and storm out the door with my chin held high, but tears burn my eyes.
I’m so fucked!
TITAN
Bones shuts thedoor and looks at me. “Get a tail. I want eyes on his house and the York’s residence twenty-four seven. If he sits to piss, I wanna know.”
“And Emilee?”
He goes back behind his desk. “I don’t give a shit what she does.”
I’ve never asked what happened between them because I didn’t want to look like I cared. Maybe I should. “What if she starts the fire anyway?”
He opens his mouth and then shuts it. “Well … then I’d care. I don’t want the bastard dead. I want our money.”
“She seems desperate. Coming here had to take some balls. Rejection hurts.” He says nothing. “We could call up Luca,” I offer. “Cross helped him take out the Cathedral. We could pay the fire marshal off to do the same with the York’s residence.”
He sighs, running a hand down his face. “It wasn’t a bad idea, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. I don’t want her putting herself in danger.”
I arch a brow.
“What?” he asks, noticing.
“You know what.”
His jaw sharpens, and he looks away from me. “It’s not like that. We fucked. We moved on. Doesn’t mean I want her to kill herself in a house fire over fucking George.”
I say nothing.
“We have a meeting with him tonight.” He changes the subject.
“Since when?”
“That’s what he called about earlier. Wanted to plant a bug in my ear about Emilee and set up the meeting.”
“Since when did we start making house calls? Especially two?”
His jaw clenches again, and I can tell he’s irritated with this situation. And I know it’s because of Emilee. Any other time, he wouldn’t be so lenient with George. We’d be burying a body, not negotiating with it.
