She stands up straight, shoving her dark hair from her face, and her eyes land on mine. They widen in recognition. “Titan,” she breathes my name.
Grave laughs, shutting the door and leaning up against it so she can’t exit. “Twice in one night. Must be our lucky day.”
I look at Bones, and he has the same question in his eyes. What in the fuck is Emilee doing here?
“No,” George snaps. “She’s not a part of this!” He yanks on the rope that ties him to the table.
She looks down and notices him. “What the hell …?”
“He owes us money,” Bones states.
Her entire body stiffens when her eyes meet his. Her feet falter, and she stumbles into Bones, swallowing nervously. He stares at her like he did earlier, with no emotion, but I notice the tic in his jaw.
“She has nothing to do with this. Get her out of here,” George barks.
Bones looks away from her and at him. “She stays.” Then his eyes meet mine, and he nods.
I reach out, grab her upper arm, and yank her back to my front.
“What the fuck are you doing? Titan!” she snaps, fighting in my arms.
Leaning down, I whisper, “Just watch.”
She struggles some more in my vise grip, and her ass rubs against my cock in the sweetest way. She’s changed clothes since earlier, but she still has her makeup on and hair fixed. She smells like fucking candy. Sweet and edible. “You’re turning me on, Em.”
She stiffens, her breath picking up.
Cross reaches into his shirt, pulling the silver cross that hangs on a thin chain, and removes it from his neck.
“What are you doing?” George snaps.
Cross reaches down and yanks on the man’s button-down. The buttons go flying as his hairy chest is exposed.
“Are you going to kill him?” she growls.
I frown at her tone. It sounded more like a request than a question. Why is she here at three in the morning? Was she here to talk business with him? Her father just passed. Maybe he left her his half. With George dead, she’d get a hundred percent of it. Killing him would be doing her a favor.
We had a deal, and you’re not keeping up your end. Is what her text from him had read. I still haven’t told the Kings about what I found on her phone.
What kind of deal do they have?
“Let her go!” he shouts.
“We will,” Bones promises.
“Unharmed,” George adds.
Bones looks up at her. His blue eyes run from her bare feet up her toned legs and over her white cotton shorts and pink T-shirt. She shrinks back into me, and I smile. Why is she afraid of him now, but she wasn’t just hours ago at Kingdom? What’s changed?
“That’s not up to you to decide,” he finally says, looking back down at him.
Cross straddles George’s stomach, and Emilee’s breathing picks up even more. Her fingers dig into my forearm, her nails cutting the skin.
Cross removes the black Zippo from his front pocket and flips it open. He holds up the cross that hangs on his necklace and runs the lighter over the metal, heating it up.
“What is that?” George asks, voice frantic.
“A reminder,” he answers. Running the lighter along the hard surface, he repeats the process over and over. When satisfied, he presses the cross to George’s chest and holds it there. He bares his clenched teeth and arches his back, refusing to scream as he is branded.
Then Cross pulls it away and slaps his hand over the burned cross on George’s chest. Emilee shakes in my arms.
“When are you going to pay?” Bones asks, sounding bored.
“Tomorrow,” he grinds out.
“And what happens if you don’t?”
George stays silent, probably not wanting to give us any ideas. We don’t require help when it comes to creativity for those who try to fuck us.
Bones makes a tsking sound with his tongue. He walks over to us and looks down at Emilee. He grabs her chin and shoves her head back into my chest.
“No!” George says, fighting the restraints, but Cross still sits on top of him, restricting his movement even more. “Don’t touch her!” he shouts.
My frown deepens at his concern for Emilee. Are they together? Surely, she’s not with him.
The corners of Bones’s lips curl up. His eyes run over her face before they meet hers. “You can’t take what’s freely given. Can you, Em?”
She swallows as a tear runs down her cheek.
“What?” George snaps. “Emilee, what is he talking about?”
“He doesn’t know about us?” Bones tilts his head to the side. He’s going to push George to see just how jealous he will get. He’s thinking the same thing I am—that they are together.
“Stop,” she chokes out.
“That’s not what you used to say.”
“Bones …” She whimpers.
His smirk grows to a full smile. “That’s more how I remember it.”