“He found a girl he liked and offered her some cash. They left.” I overheard him telling Mandi that he wanted to take her home. Cross doesn’t mind the private rooms, but he’s always willing to pay extra for them to leave with him.
We make our way to the entrance, and I see his blacked-out Lamborghini Reventon still running at the curb.
“I don’t know …” a kid dressed in his tux says, sounding stressed. He works the valet. This place is as high priced as a strip club can get. “He just parked here and got out.” He’s gesturing to my brother’s car.
“I’m leaving,” Bones informs them.
“That’s him.” The kid turns and points at my brother.
The older man looks at us. “Bones. I apologize.” He nods. “Have a nice night, sir.”
I snort. My brother owns the place. He doesn’t know that I know, but I do. He went in half with one of our best friends Luca Bianchi—he runs the Las Vegas Mafia. We’ve got ties all over Sin City. If you want to be untouchable, it takes an army, and we’ve built one that is indestructible.
“You as well,” he says before we get into the car, and he pulls out of the parking lot.
I slump down in the passenger seat.
“What are you doing?” he asks with a sigh.
I pull my cell out of my pocket. “Gonna get fucked.” I unlock it. “This hard dick isn’t gonna suck itself. And you interrupted my plan for the night. I’m messaging Lucy.” She never lets me down.
“When are you gonna shit or get off the pot?”
I snort at that. “I don’t love Lucy. It’s just sex.” I start typing, but my phone begins to ring. Cross lights up the screen, and I answer it. “Hello?”
“Hey, there’s a party going on tonight. Mandi and I are headed there now. Want me to come back and get you?” he asks. I can hear bitches screaming in the background over the music.
“Nah,” I say. I’m not in the mood to chase down pussy. I want it to come to me.
“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning.” He hangs up, and I do the same. I go back to texting Lucy.
Me: You free?
My eyes start to get heavy. That pill I took earlier is starting to kick in.
Lucy: when and where?
CHAPTER ONE
GRAVE
I OPEN MY heavy eyes and roll over with a moan. “Fuck.” My head pounds, and my right hand hurts. I look down to find cracked and bloody knuckles.
“The fuck?” I groan.
I sit up and run a hand down my face. I’m still dressed in my clothes from last night. Cross and I had gone to Glass like we always do to relieve some stress.
I reach into my pocket for my bottle of pills but come up empty. Where the fuck are they? I look over on the nightstand and then the floor, but they’re nowhere to be found.
Where could they have gone? Did I drop them? I know I didn’t take them all because it was a full bottle.
What time is it? I reach out, looking for my cell. I find it hidden underneath a pillow. The clock on the screen reads 4:30 a.m. I run my hand over my face and get out of the bed. Where am I?
I exit the room and know immediately where I am. Titan’s—a childhood friend and business partner—house. How the fuck did I get here? And why …?
“Titan.” I hear a moan coming from down the hall.
Emilee. Titan’s fiancée. The woman who just happened to fuck my brother in high school and college is now engaged to our best friend Titan. It’s a fucked-up situation if you ask me.
I grip the banister to go downstairs for a bottle of water when she speaks again, bringing me to a stop. “Oh, God … Bones.”
What the fuck?
I decide to take a look because why the fuck not? I make my way to the end of the hallway and turn the knob slowly, gently pushing open the door enough to look inside the master bedroom.
Emilee lies on her back in the center of the bed. Titan lies on his stomach, his hands on her thighs, keeping them spread open with his face between them, fucking her pussy with his tongue. My brother straddles her face. He holds her arms down to the bed above her head. Her hips buck as Titan holds her down as best as he can while she moans around my brother’s cock.
I watch her body fight their restraints as she comes from both of them pleasuring her.
Bones is the first to move, releasing her wrists and getting off her. She’s gasping for air with her eyes closed. Titan then removes himself from between her thighs, and she closes her shaking legs and rolls onto her side.
“I’m not done, baby,” Titan tells her, gripping her hips and flipping her over onto her stomach. Her hands grip the sheets, and she buries her face into them. “Bones?” He nods to the corner of the room.