I spin around on him with my face scrunched in anger. “You didn’t feel shit when Mom passed, but now that he’s dead, you’re going to feel something for that son of a bitch?”
“That’s not what this is,” he growls, his blue eyes narrowing on me.
“Then what the fuck is it? Because that’s how it sounds.”
He looks away from me, and I see the tic in his jawline right where his neck tattoo comes to a stop. I can’t help but remember the day he took me to get my first tattoo. It was my eighteenth birthday. Bones already had his first ink, and the next day when Dad saw mine, he lost it. Said I was trying to be like Dillan and he didn’t raise sheep. I shouldn’t do something just because my brother did. I told him to go to hell and immediately went and got another one.
“You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t stop,” Bones finally says, avoiding my previous question about our parents.
I scoff. “Yeah, because you’re so cautious with your life.”
“It’s different.”
“How is it any fucking different?”
“I’m not feeding myself full of drugs,” he snaps, pushing off the desk.
“No. Instead, you’re too busy killing people and fucking your best friend’s woman.” I turn toward the door.
“Grave—”
“Fuck you, Dillan!” I throw over my shoulder as I go to walk out of his office. But he yanks me back by my shirt and slams me into the wall. His hands grip the collar of my shirt, and his blue eyes glare into mine.He’s pissed.I’ve always known what buttons to push when it comes to my brother. I like the fight, andas much as he hates to admit it, he does too. This is one of his vices. We’re the same—I just don’t choose to hide it.
“Say that to my face,” he growls as his nostrils flare.
I lick my lips, lift my chin, and smirk. “Fuck you.”
He yanks me from the wall and shoves me away. My feet catch on the edge of the rug, and I find myself on the floor for the second time. I roll onto my back and close my eyes.Fuck, I should have stayed in bed with Lucy.
“Get up,” he shouts. “Go home and get some sleep. We’re leaving first thing tomorrow.”
I sit up and rub the back of my neck. Pain radiates through my head, and I need something to dull it. “Where are we going?” I couldn’t care less.
“To Rio,” he growls.
I shake my head. “I’m not going.”
He stalks over to me, looming at my feet. “Yes, you are. We’re going to identify our father’s body and lay him to rest. End of story.” With that, he storms out of his office, slamming his door shut.
I collapse back onto the floor and let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling.Fuck my life.
After a few minutes, I force myself up from the floor and leave his office. On my walk down the hall, I pass Titan’s office. He’s standing with his back to the glass, cell phone pressed to his ear. Probably talking to Emilee. I roll my eyes just before I spot Cross leaning over the receptionist’s desk. He’s focused on the dip of her white silk blouse instead of whatever she’s saying.
When he sees me, he straightens and walks away from her while she’s mid-sentence. “Where are you going?” he asks me.
“Out,” I answer. If I’m going to be stuck with my brother for a few days while we take an eighteen-hour trip to Rio, I’m going to get fucked up.
I punch the elevator reserved exclusively for the four Kings, and it opens immediately. Cross follows me inside.
“Do you want to go to Glass? They’re serving breakfast,” he offers.
The best thing about strip clubs in a town that never sleeps is that they never close. I open my mouth to say yes but pause. “What happened to you the other night?”
“I left with Mandi. I was going to come back, but when I called, you were already in the car with Bones. He came and got you.”
I lean my head back against the mirrored wall. “Did you take my pill bottle?”
He shakes his head and pulls out his Zippo, flipping it open and closed.
