I reach into my pocket for my bottle of pills but come up empty.Where the fuck are they?I look over at the nightstand and then the floor, but they’re nowhere to be found.
Where could they have gone? Did I drop them? I know I didn’t take them all because it was a full bottle.
What time is it?I reach out, searching for my cell. I find it hidden underneath a pillow. The clock on the screen reads 4:30 a.m. I run my hand over my face and get out of the bed. Where am I?
I exit the room and know immediately where I am. Titan’s—a childhood friend and business partner—house. How the fuck did I get here? And why am I here?
“Titan,” I call out.
A moan comes from down the hall.
Emilee.Titan’s fiancée. The woman who fucked my brother in high school and college is now engaged to our best friend, Titan. It’s a fucked-up situation if you ask me.
I grip the banister to go downstairs for a bottle of water when she speaks again, bringing me to a stop. “Oh, God… Bones.”
What the fuck?
I decide to take a look because why the fuck not? I make my way to the end of the hallway and gently open the door enough to peek inside the primary suite.
Emilee lies on her back in the center of the bed. Titan lies on his stomach, his hands on her thighs, keeping them spread open with his face between them, fucking her pussy with his tongue. My brother straddles her face while pinning her arms above her head. Titan holds her down as she moans around my brother’s cock, her hips bucking.
I watch her body fight their restraints as she comes from both of them pleasuring her.
Bones is the first to move, releasing her wrists and getting off her. She gasps for air with her eyes closed, and when Titan removes himself from between her quivering thighs, she rolls onto her side.
“I’m not done, baby,” Titan tells her, gripping her hips and flipping her over onto her stomach. Her hands grip the sheets, and she buries her face into them. “Bones?” He nods to the corner of the room.
My brother walks over and picks up a pair of jeans thrown over a chair, clearly knowing what Titan wanted. He rips the belt from the loops and tosses it to Titan, who catches it midair.
He pulls her arms behind her back, securing her wrists with the belt, then grips the extra and wraps it around his fist, pulling on it.
She whimpers while my brother stands off to the side, stroking his cock as it grows hard once again.
Titan spreads her legs with his knees and slides into her as she cries out. My brother walks over to the bed, grips her hair in his hand, and pulls her face up off the sheets and starts fucking her mouth again.
I close the door and make my way back to the spare bedroom. Lying down, I undo my pants and jack off, listening to them tag-team her.
TWO
GRAVE
YOU KNOW THAT sayingwhat happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? Everyone knows it’s not true. Sin City is the biggest adult playground in the US. It never closes. People come from all around the world to spend every penny they have in hopes of hitting it big. But me? I’ve lived here all my life. We were born and raised here. We, the Kings, don’t talk about it, but we all had plans that didn’t include running Kingdom.
Titan, Cross, Bones, and I didn’t ask for this life or this empire. Kingdom was started by our fathers—the Three Wisemen. Along with their legacy, we inherited clients and enemies. Just like everything that involves money, you’re going to have those who envy what you have and those who want to take it. Then you have those who want to intertwine their business with ours and tie their fortune to it.
Take the Mason brothers. They have always been my friends. We grew up with them. They own the Airport. It’s not what you think. Well, it used to be an actual airport back in the seventies, but it was shut down and turned into the most elite illegalgambling ring in Nevada. You can bet on anything at any time—day or night. Just like anything else here, it never closes.
Everyone knows about it—judges, the mayor, and the DA. They haven’t shut it down because they depend on their cut. It’s just another source of income for them that they don’t have to pay taxes on. Money in their pocket seems to have a blinding effect.
After my fight at Glass last night, I wanted to get out tonight. Get some fresh air. Do what I do best. Race.
The night air is humid, making it hard to breathe. Lucy digs her nails into my sweat-covered shirt, yanking me closer. I bite her bottom lip, and she growls like a fucking bitch in heat as her hands connect with my chest, pushing me. The back of my knees hit the front end of my car, and the force of her shove has me falling onto the hood as she climbs on top of me.
“I don’t have time…”
“I’ll make it quick,” she rushes out, placing both hands on my face and kissing me. My hands go to her jean shorts that have ridden up, and I dig my fingers into her bare ass cheeks. She moans, her hips grinding against my hard cock.
Fuck!I don’t have time for this.
