Natasha frowns, confused.
“Why would they do that? I can just go home.”
“Nah, you should come hang out with us,” Scarlett says, her voice soothing. “Lulu’s penthouse is ridiculously gorgeous, and you can borrow some comfies from us. Relax and feel better.”
“Butwhy?” Natasha asks.
“Because you’ve had a shitty night, and we’re here to help you feel better,” Lulu replies.
Natasha’s shaking is gone, but her eyes are still glassy.
“Take her up to the penthouse,” I tell the girls. “I’ll check on her when we’re done downstairs.”
“You got it,” Lulu replies. “Come on, honey. We’ve got you.”
It takes everything in me to leave Natasha with Lulu and Scarlett, but I know they’ll take good care of her, and I need to get in that room with my son.
It’s time he learns a lesson.
Rome’s waiting for me in the basement of Rapture, outside the cell we use to torture information out of people.
“What the fuck, Julian?”
I stop and rub my hand over the back of my neck.
“You’ve met Natasha, his fiancé.”
“Yeah, but why the fuck was he making her watch him torture Miranda? She was saying her safe word, and he ignored her. Youknowwhat I do to assholes who do that in my club.”
It’s not tolerated, and they typically end up dead.
And honestly, Elliott deserves that for what he did in that room.
For hurting those women.
For once again showing the goddamn world what a weak asshole he is, thus putting my entireempireon the line. Every move my son makes is absolutely unacceptable.No onethreatens my family and lives to tell about it.
“Oh, he’s going to pay for it. For what he did to Miranda, and what he’s been doing to Natasha.”
“Did he put those bruises on her ribs?” Rome asks me.
“No, she says her father did that.”
Rome shakes his head. The Kings of Vegas aren’t good men. We do a lot of shady shit, but we don’t hurt women, and we’re working on dismantling the flesh trade in this city, which is taking longer than any of us are happy about.
“Sergei’s also going to pay,” I say, eyeing the door to the cell. “I’m not going to kill my son, but he’s not leaving here whole.”
Rome’s face is grim.
“Look, if you want me to handle it, I can. Or if you want to call in Mateo and Carson, we can do this for you. You don’t have to torture your own son, Julian.”
All I can see is Natasha’s beautiful face, so fucking scared and bruised, and the anger still pulses through me. I know that if I walk in there right now, I’ll end him.
I’ll kill my child. Because he’s grown into a monster, and I won’t tolerate that.
“Call the others,” I reply, letting out a breath. “And maybe I’ll calm down a bit while we wait for them.”
Rome nods and pulls out his phone, and I do the same, calling Jack so I can fill him in.
