We enter the gate for the property the Kings and I share, and he pulls into Bones’s driveway, parking the car. I groan. He drags me out of the car and has to help me up the stairs. The moment we enter, Bones and Cross approach us.
“This is a bad idea.” Cross sighs, looking me up and down.
“Leave us,” my brother orders.
Titan releases me, and I stumble into the wall. I blink, and my brother is standing in front of me with his hand around my throat.
“You were always fucking weak,” he growls in my face.
“Fuck you, Bones.”
“You don’t deserve her.”
I flinch at his words. I always knew that, but that didn’t keep me from wanting her. From wanting to be better. She didn’t believe in me. Just like the rest of them.
He steps into me. “You deserve to be alone for the rest of your fucking miserable life, which might be sooner rather than later.” I know he’s trying to hurt me on purpose, and I hate that it’s working.
I swing at him but miss completely. He steps back, letting go of me, and I fall to my knees in his foyer.
He kneels before me. “You can’t stay high forever, Grave.”
“Watch me.”
He snorts.
“Why am I here?” I was perfectly content getting lost in a drug-induced haze that didn’t include the gorgeous woman with purple hair and the most amazing eyes that destroyed my heart.
Instead of answering, he turns and strides away from me, leaving me lying in the entrance to his house. I enjoy the cold black marble floor against my burning skin. Closing my eyes, I fall into the darkness that I’ve been praying for as the drugs do their job.
I wake ina bed that I know well. It’s one of my brother’s spare rooms. My head pounds, my jaw hurts, and I’m covered in sweat. I all but fall out of bed and stumble to the adjoining bathroom. I throw water on my injured face. I can’t open my right eye, and my lips are busted. I feel like I was fucking hit by a truck.
Opening the glass shower door, I turn the shower on, then strip out of my clothes before stepping in. My legs are too weakto hold myself up, so I sit down and lean my head against the cold tile.
“You shouldn’t have brought him here,” I hear Emilee say.
“Babe, he needs?—”
“His ass needs to be in fucking rehab,” she snaps, interrupting Titan.
The bedroom door slams open, and they must hear me in the shower because the bathroom door flies open next. She charges toward the shower as if she’s seen me naked a hundred times. I make no move to cover myself. We all know how much she likes dick.
“You son of a bitch.”
“Em,” Titan snaps and pulls her back to him.
“She’s—”
“It’s not your place,” he tells her.
She breaks down in front of me like a house of cards falling to the floor. Her body sags against his arms, and tears flow down her face. She sobs and covers her face with her hands. He spins her around, and she buries her face into his shirt.
I continue to sit on the shower floor, watching her have a fucking breakdown. “And they say I need help.”
She sniffs, spins around, and narrows her eyes on me. “She will never forgive you for this,” she whispers, shaking her head. “She will never look at you and not hate you for what you did to her,” she screams.
That gets my attention. I sit up, and she turns, running out of the bathroom.
“What’s she talking about?” I demand to Titan.
