“Jesus …”
“And I’m going to do it with you.”
I look over at her.
“Shana spent last weekend in the Hamptons at a beach house with a man pretending to be his girlfriend at his family reunion. Easy ten grand.”
“This is how women die,” I tell her. You see women on the news all the time who have gone missing. Never to be seen again. “Or they get sold.”
She chuckles. “I don’t remember you being so cautious, E.” The light turns green, and she drives through the intersection.
I look out the passenger window to see the empire known as Kingdom pass by and let out a long sigh. The only money I have access to right now is what I made from being a ring girl. Other than that, I’m fucked. “How long?” I ask.
“I’m not sure. Shana has been doing it for two years now. She only works at Glass one night a week. All her income comes from being a Queen.”
I look over at her. “If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you.”
“Dying is the least of your worries. You have to convince Titan to hire you.”
“Convince him?” I ask.
She nods. “Oh yeah. Not every woman who wants to be a queen actually gets hired. He’s going to tell you no.”
I’m not sure why he would deny me, but somehow, I know she’s right. “That bastard still has my cell phone.”
She chuckles. “You’re going to have to get it back.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Get on my knees for my phone, or fuck George again? That’s an easy decision. I don’t know why I didn’t choose him sooner.
“It will be okay,” she promises.
But I’m not so optimistic.
CHAPTER NINE
TITAN
WE WALK INTOGeorge’s house, and Margarita looks at me with fear as she allows us in. “Mr. Wilton is waiting for you in his office.” She starts to walk us down the hall, but like last time, I grab her collar and yank her back.
“We know the way,” I tell her, and she scurries off.
Bones doesn’t even bother knocking on the door. He shoves it open to find George sitting at the desk. The moment he sees us, he jumps to his feet. Clearing his throat, he straightens his already straight tie. “Kings?” He looks at the door, waiting for the other two to join us. I slam it shut. “Please.” He gestures to the seats behind us. “Take a seat.”
“I don’t do house calls, George,” Bones announces, crossing his arms over his chest. “Where the fuck is our money?” Straight to business.
His face falls, but he recovers it quickly. “Well, uh … I don’t have it …”
Lie.Emilee says he has it but just refuses to pay. And I believe her over this piece of shit.
“But I will. Soon,” he adds.
“You’ve said that before.” Bones nods.
“My business partner has passed. And I’m waiting for the life insurance to pay out.”
“That could take months,” I add. If that’s even true. Who knows how much he already has access to since Nick York has passed?
He shakes his head fast. “No. My attorney has assured me just a few weeks.”
