His eyes widen, and they go to her. “He what?”
She’s sobbing in Bones’s arms. But he’s no longer restraining her. Instead, she has her head in his chest. She’s so trashed that she’ll be passing out soon.
“You died. Left him everything,” I fill him in. “He shut off her cards and told her that he would pay for Nancy’s medical bills if she fucked him.” His wide eyes come back to mine. “Spoiler alert. She did. More than once.”
“Emilee?” He snaps her name like she did something wrong. He begins to walk over to her, but I slam my fist into his chest, stopping him. “Bones, put Emilee in bed. We have some shit to discuss with Nick.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
TITAN
BONES EXITS THE bedroom I’m staying in with Emilee and nods once at me, letting me know she is already passed out.
I sit on the couch next to Luca, and her father sits across from us on the other one. Tristan sits in the chair to my left next to Avery. Nite and Kayn lean against the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“We’re waiting,” I growl, glaring at her father.
He runs a hand through his hair. He has looked physically shaken ever since I announced his best friend and business partner fucked his daughter. But I don’t buy it. He faked his own death. He’ll do anything.
“I …” He lifts his head and swallows. “I was in trouble. And needed money. George suggested I fake my death. I had life insurance. He suggested we write up new papers that had me handing over everything to him.”
Bones snorts.
Nick ignores him. “I was to lay low while he waited for the payout. Then he was going to pay off what I owed, and I’d be in the clear.”
“When was the last time you spoke to him?” Luca asks.
“A couple of weeks,” he answers. “He called and told me that there were some issues with the insurance …” He stands from the couch and begins to pace the large open space between the couch and glass coffee table. “Said that his attorney informed him it could take a few months. But that it was handled.”
“And you believed him?” I question.
“I had no reason not to,” he snaps, getting angry. “I gave him access to my accounts in order to take care of Nancy.”
My eyes slide over to Bones for a quick second and then back to him. “For Nancy? Why?”
“Because she was on the company policy up until we divorced. She didn’t own any shares of the company. I was paying out of pocket.”
“Wait.” Bones lifts his hand. “You were continuing to pay for her health care out of pocket after you divorced two years ago?”
He nods. “Why do you sound surprised by that?”
I sit back in the seat. “Because three months ago, she remarried.” His eyes widen. “To your pal, George.”
“That motherfucker!” he shouts.
“Which he lied to Emilee about. Used her for sex …”
Nick picks up a glass bowl that sits on the end table and throws it across the room, breaking it into a million pieces and bringing Bones’s words to a halt. “I’m going to murder him,” he growls, fisting his hands.
“Get in line,” I say.
“Where is he?” Tristan is the one who asks. I’m pretty sure he and Avery are up to speed by now. They’re smart guys.
“He was here in New York.”
“You sure?” I ask. Last we heard, he was in Paris.
He nods. “I saw him. He was at Kink with me.”
“He has a membership?” Avery questions.
He nods, shoving his hands through his dark hair. “The next morning, he boarded a private plane back to Vegas.”
I sigh. “I doubt he’s still there. Even if that is where he went.”
“He’s probably long gone by now,” Bones says. “Nancy left him everything in her will. That was why Emilee set the house on fire. Even if she won’t admit it, I know why she did it.”
Nick falls back down onto the couch. “She’ll never forgive me. Not like I deserve it.”
I stand, done with this conversation. I’m tired. It’s almost four a.m. I want to curl up in bed with her and get some rest. “She will, but you’re right, you don’t deserve it.” I walk past the couch and toward the bedroom.
A hand grips my upper arm and pulls me to a stop. I turn to face her father. “Thanks.” He sighs. “For taking care of her.” Letting go of me, he takes a step back. “When she told me that you and her …” He clears his throat. “I thought—”
“I know what you thought,” I interrupt him and lower my voice. “Just know that you were wrong.”
EMILEE
I wake with a pounding headache. My eyes are sensitive to the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I moan, burying my face into my pillow.
“Here. Take these,” I hear Titan say from beside the bed.