Thank God something is going my way tonight.
After a few moments, a tall man dressed in a suit and tie steps up to me. “Hello, Miss. Please follow me.”
I follow him silently. My first thought was to call Grave, but my cell is busted, so I can’t read my numbers, and I don’t have his memorized. If I just ask for him, I doubt they’ll call him. I’d bet my ass a lot of people do that and get nowhere. So, I’m going to focus on my brother instead. Grave can’t help me. He doesn’t even know Ethan.
The man leads me over to a bank of elevators, and I take a deep breath. My brother forgets who I am sometimes. Years ago, when he wrecked Mom’s car, I took the fall for him and said I did it. But I kicked his ass first.
We step inside the elevator, and he pushes a button. My toes tap on the floor with nervous energy while it takes us up. My skin is on fire, my blood boiling. If those guys don’t kill my brother, I will.
The doors open to a long hallway. The man takes us right, walking down the narrow hall to a door. He opens it for me, and I enter an arena-like structure full of people. It’s a fucking event center.
The crowd shouts and claps, and I look ahead of me to a ring in the center of the huge space. Two men are inside, their fists raised as they shift from foot to foot, ready to strike. My eyes widen—one of them is my brother.
“Motherfucker!”
He’s fighting again.
“You’ll need your card to enter the room,” the man tells me.
“Thank you,” I growl, knowing I can take it from here.
I storm down to the front, shoving people out of my way, and stand with my arms crossed over my chest as Ethan hits a guy so hard that he falls to his side. People erupt in deafening cheers,and the ref holds up my brother’s right arm. Blood drips down his chin, but he’s got a huge smile on his face.
He exits the ring and makes his way through the crowd. Guys slap him on his back, and women run their hands over his body. The kid is only nineteen. He can’t legally drink alcohol, much less fucking fight.
I storm after him and call out his name, but he doesn’t hear me. Before I can catch up to him, a man wearing a black T-shirt with SECURITY written in yellow stops me.
“Excuse me, miss. You need a pass to access this area,” he says.
I let out a growl as I yank the card out of my back pocket. “Is this good enough?” I shove it in his face.
He steps to the side, allowing me to pass, and I catch sight of the back of my brother before he enters a room to the left. I jog the rest of the way and shove the door open to follow him.
“Just what in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I shout.
He spins around, and his eyes widen when he sees me. “April, what are you?—”
I slap him across the face, cutting him off. “What the hell did you do?”
His shocked eyes stare down at me, and fresh tears sting mine. He frowns as his gaze roams over my face. I know I look like shit. I didn’t wipe off the makeup that’s already been smeared before I left my house. “Fuck, Ethan! What did you do? Please? What have you done?”
FIFTEEN
GRAVE
Ienter the room with Titan, about to beat the shit out of the kid myself.
“I warned you,” I growl.
He ignores me as he stares at the woman standing in front of him. My gaze drifts to her black high-heeled boots that lace up her ankle. From there, it travels up the dark skinny jeans that fit her bubble ass perfectly. Dark purple hair cascades down her back. It can only be one woman.
“April?” I ask.
She spins around, and tears run down her perfect face. Her blue eyes widen when she sees me.
“What are you doing here?”Why is she in this room?How in the hell did she get back here? Did he bring her with him tonight, thinking I wouldn’t beat his ass if she was with him? The kid doesn’t know me.
“Fuck,” Ethan hisses, turning his back to us.
