“What are you doing here?” I asked, my eyes moving slowly up his toned, muscular body.
“Hell if I know.”
“Are you okay?” he asked, dropping his hands and taking a step back. I brushed past him back into his room and sat on the bed.
“I don’t know what I am anymore,” I said honestly.
King’s phone rang, and he grabbed it from the nightstand. Looking at the screen, he sighed before answering it.
“What?”
He kept his eyes on me while I tried to look anywhere but at him. I couldn’t talk to him right now. I had to figure out my own shit before I could deal with his.
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a few minutes.” He disconnected the call and pushed the phone into his back pocket. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it into the hamper in the corner.
His back was to me as he dug out another shirt, and I took the opportunity to ogle him while he couldn’t see me. I closed my eyes when his shirt came down and covered his back.
“I’ve got church this morning. I need to deal with that shit that went down.”
I nodded but kept my eyes low. “I need to take a shower and change anyway.”
“Grace.” He crouched down in front of me and lifted my chin. “We need to talk.”
“I know.”
“Nothing has changed, Grace.” He stood up and kissed the top of my head. “I’ll come find you when church is over.”
He walked out the door, and the tears fell again. He was right. Nothing had changed, and that was the problem.
He still didn’t want me.
Chapter Sixteen
Angel
The night before...
I stared at Steele’s body as it lay on the floor, blood pooling out of his chest. It was better than he deserved. He had answers we needed. I could have gotten them, if Banshee hadn’t gone off the fucking rails.
“Clean up this fucking mess,” King thundered as he carried Grace out of the room.
“Cash, my guys will clean this up, but I need some ideas on getting rid of the bodies. Back home, I have a system, but here...” I trailed off as I looked at my brothers, both from my chapter and Cash’s.
“We’ve got a kiln out back.”
My head snapped around. “A kiln?”
Cash smiled. “Yeah, a couple of the club girls like to make pottery.” He winked, and I shook my head.
“Speaking of, I’m sorry about Hash. He was a good man. If I’d had any idea what Skinner was planning, I would have called. Which girls did you lose?”
“Jade and Crystal.”
Fuck, I liked Jade. She was a great girl who liked to fuck dirty. Crystal was a fucking headcase, though. I didn’t say anything to Cash, but they probably dodged a bullet with that one.
“Steele was a fucking asshole. He’d been getting worse. When Stone finds out his brother’s dead, he’ll run.”
“Why?” Cash asked, and I knew there was a lot King didn’t know. “I’ll tell you everything I know in church tomorrow. In the meantime, I’ll help the guys clean this up.”
