“Yes,” he hisses and turns his back to me, entering his bathroom. He slams the glass door shut.
I had set that fire because I didn’t want any of it anymore. I did it in hopes that I could move on. And I did it so that piece of shit George wouldn’t get the house my father built for my mother. I never meant for it to cost Titan. I didn’t expect him to come to my rescue. It’s not like I sent him a warning of what I was planning on doing.
I open the bathroom door and step inside, refusing to let him end this conversation like that. I want the last word. Titan stands at the marble counter, rinsing his face in one of the sinks. His clothes are in a pile on the floor next to his feet. All he wears is a pair of black boxer briefs. His ink and muscular body fully on display. “I’m sorry.” I swallow my pride, my shoulders falling and my anger fading. “I didn’t mean to cost you anything.”
His hard eyes meet mine in the mirror. “You think I give a shit about thirty thousand dollars?”
“Yeah?” It comes out more like a question because I thought that was why he was mad. Was I wrong?
He releases a long sigh, grabs a towel off the rack, and wipes his face. He walks over to me. “I don’t give a fuck about the money,” he says. “I care about you and your safety. And what you did was reckless.”
“I …”
“I’m not trying to start a fight with you, but I also don’t want you avoiding me.” His eyes roam my face. “This is where you belong.” He cups my face again. “With me. I can keep you safe. I can give you what you need.”
“And what do I need?” I ask, running my hands up and down his chiseled abs.
A slow and sexy smile spreads across his face. “You tell me.”
“You.” It’s the only answer I can think of. I don’t need his money. This Kingdom. Just him.
He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me softly. “I’m right here, Em and I’m not going anywhere.”
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Friday morning, we’re pulling up to a remote private airport. It has six hangars. The one on the far right is open, and you can see the pristine jet inside. It’s white with a golden K in the middle of a black circle. Same logo that is all over Kingdom. “What is this?” I ask.
“My plane,” Titan answers.
He has a fucking jet?
Our Escalade SUV comes to a stop, and we exit and walk into the hangar. He helps me up the stairs, and I see the girls already on it. Jasmine has a pair of black Gucci glasses on and a glass of champagne in her right hand. It has the same logo on it, letting me know it’s from the casino. Haven has a bottle of water in hers.
“Do all of the Kings have a plane?” I ask, sitting down across from the girls in the white leather. A black table sets between us with a bowl full of fresh fruit.
“Yes,” Bones answers on the other side of the aisle. “Well, everyone except Grave.”
“Why doesn’t he have one?” I wonder.
“He did. He crashed it,” Titan answers, going to sit down next to Bones.
“How do you crash a plane?” Jasmine asks, laughing.
“Funny, I asked him that same question,” Bones says typing away on his phone. “But he was too fucked up to remember how it ended up in the Atlantic Ocean.”
“I mean, I can see one crashing. But surviving it?” Haven shakes her head. “That would be very low odds.” She takes a sip of her water.
“That’s why every jet has parachutes on it,” Titan adds. He leans over and starts whispering to Bones, ending our conversation regarding Grave and his near-death experiences. I’m not surprised in the least that Grave survived a plane crash. The boy is like a fucking cat, but he has ninety lives.
Haven claps her hands together softly. “So here we are. I’m ready to be filled in.”
I look over at Jasmine, and she shrugs. She doesn’t give a fuck who knows what we did in The Palace. I take a deep breath. “Okay …”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
TITAN
WE SIT IN the living room at the Four Seasons in New York. The curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows are pulled back, letting the sun shine in. I can practically hear Bones’s skin burning from the light as he sits beside me. He’s lucky he naturally has an olive skin tone, or he’d look like a vampire.
“Who are we waiting for?” Emilee asks from behind the couch.
“I have some friends who live here. Well, one of them lives here in New York full-time. The other lives in Vancouver,” Bones answers.