“Luca.” I nod towards him and he tosses a piece of paper on the table.
“What is this?” Tommy demands.
“This is a bank statement for fifteen grand deposited into your account.” I say to him. “Luca so happens to own the bank where you keep your money.” I smile. All he had to do was look up his account and check transactions. It’s easy to trace when it’s wired from another account. Don’t wanna get caught? Then always do hand-to-hand transactions with cash. No paper trail equals no evidence.
“What is he talking about?” Steven growls from his spot on the floor.
“I … I don’t know …” Tommy stutters.
“Your friend here. Took a bribe from George Wilton to let him get away.” Bones explained. Steven is losing blood, so he may have a hard time comprehending what is going on.
“You what?” Matt shouts at Tommy. “You put our lives in danger for fifteen thousand fucking dollars?” He runs at him, but Nite grabs the back of his shirt, and holds him captive again.
“He came to me!” Tommy snaps, pointing at his chest. “Me! Said you were too weak and that you’d never be able to get the job done. He needed a man.”
Bones snorts from beside me.
“You’re a fucking idiot.” Matt shouts.
“Be that as if may.” I speak. “I want answers. I’ve got three more shots and two more bullets. Who wants to gamble?” I ask.
“We didn’t do this.” Matt growls at me.
“Call it guilty by association.” Bones adds.
I step up to Matt and gesture for Nite to let him go. “Where the fuck is George?”
“Why are you asking me? I didn’t make a deal with him.”
I tilt my head to the side. “That has yet to be determined. You guys could have split the money.”
“Five grand a piece?” He shakes his head angrily. “Fuck that. Nothing is worth screwing over the Kings.”
“Ahh he’s smarter than he looks.” Luca finally speaks. He’s got a smirk on his face and his hands in the pockets of his slacks. He’s in a cheerful mood today. But I’m not surprised. He likes blood as much as the rest of us.
“We were told from a source that he’s in Paris, but I don’t think that is true either.” Bones adds. “So for the last time, where is he?”
Tommy squares his shoulders and I refrain from sighing. Matt was right, he’s an idiot. “He’ll come back for her. And he’ll give me fifteen more.” He spits out. “I won’t fucking tell you a goddamn …”
I lift the gun and pull the trigger. This time it goes off. And the bullet goes right between his eyes.
That is how you flush the system.
CHAPTER TWENTY
EMILEE
IEXIT THEshower and grab the white towel off the hook on the wall. Wrapping it under my arms, I tuck the corner into itself between my breasts.
I’ve been staying at Kingdom with Titan for a week now. I spend the day with my mother; it’s been tolerable since George is stillgoneon his work trip. I’m hoping his getaway plane crashed down in the Atlantic somewhere. But I’m not sure my luck is that good.
My mother doesn’t talk about him. I think she’s giving up on trying to sell me on the idea of them together. And she just hasn’t had the energy.
I haven’t had any jobs since that one as a Queen. But it paid pretty well. It wouldn’t pay my mother’s bill a hundred percent, but it’s enough for me to survive. But at this point, I can’t get her to take any of my money. She says George has it covered.
Fuck that cunt bastard!
I step up to the white marble countertop and look at myself in the mirror. My hair is up in a messy bun because I didn’t wanna get it wet and have to bother with drying it here. My face now clear of makeup after scrubbing the layers off from my night. I worked with Jasmine as a ring card girl earlier this evening again. Grave fought in the main event and of course kicked ass. After we were done, she tried to talk me into going out. I didn’t want to, and I wasn’t quite in the mood to go to bed either. Titan went off to Grave’s private room after his fight to be with the rest of the Kings, so I came up to their Royal Suite and ran on the treadmill for thirty minutes. I needed to clear my head. Try to figure out my plans for the future. I can’t be a queen forever.
