Thankfully, the sound of the bell ringing gets me out of having to lie to her. She gets up from the desk and runs out of the office.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I hear her demand before I even make it back to the front of the shop.
Ethan stands there with a black eye and busted lip. He looks around and sighs. “Did I tell you I was sorry?”
“Your words don’t mean shit!” she snaps at him.
I walk up behind her and place my hands on her shoulders. She shrugs me off and steps into him. “You will pay Grave back for every penny.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He nods.
I cross my arms over my chest, expecting him to tell her that I already told him that, but he doesn’t.
“And you will be here at Roses working every day the moment we open back up,” she adds.
He nods. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Your ass will be home by nine o’clock every night, and you will always inform me where you’re at!” He opens his mouth, but she goes on. “And you’re no longer allowed at Kingdom. You’re too goddamn young to be there anyway!”
He nods once again. “Yes, ma’am.”
With that, she spins around and heads back to the office, slamming the door shut.
APRIL
It’s been a week since I found out my brother owed the Mason brothers. I feel bad about how I yelled at Ethan the morning after. I had become a mom to him, no longer a sister, but I feel like he’s making poor life choices that are going to get him killed. If that means being his enemy, I can live with myself.
So far, he’s held up to his word. He’s at the shop helping me get it back up and running. And home every night. He doesn’t speak much to me, but he can hate me all he wants as long as he follows the rules.
I exit my shower and wrap a towel around my chest, tucking it into itself and see Grave at my sink brushing his teeth. I don’t get to see him very much. Kingdom takes up most of his time. At least, I hope that’s where he is and not with Lucy. The question is always there on the tip of my tongue, but I’m too chicken to ask. I lean up against the counter and look at him. “This is my fault,” I admit. Shame washes over me. It reminds me that I’ve failed Ethan. I could have been better. It’s my fault that we’re in the mess we’re in anyway.
He rinses out his mouth and sets the toothbrush down. “Well, if you weren’t so tempting, I could get to work on time.” He yanks the towel free of my body. His blue eyes instantly dropping to my legs.
“No.” I slap his chest. “The fact that Ethan is in trouble.”
He sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. He doesn’t like to talk about it. Every time I bring it up, he changes the subject. As if he’s taken care of it, and it’s over. But it’s not.
“He wanted to move back home when our mother passed, but I wanted to stay. I shouldn’t have been so selfish.” There was nothing there for us. Seattle was depressing. I thought a life in Vegas would be better, but I was wrong. “Too many things are readily available, making it easy for him to get in trouble. They don’t call it Sin City for nothing.” And he’s still two years away from being twenty-one. What will happen in years to come when he realizes he doesn’t need me and my strict rules?
“Listen.” He grips my hips, then spins us around to where he’s leaning up against the countertop, and I’m standing between his legs. “I have it under control. He’s not going to get into any more trouble. Not while I’m around,” he adds with a smirk.
I’ve noticed that Grave doesn’t take much seriously. When the situation starts to head that way, he makes jokes. “And how long is that for?” I ask, biting my lip nervously. I owe him so much already. How can I ask him for more? He’s quickly becoming someone that I like having around.
His eyes scan my face as he reaches up and places a few strands of wet hair behind my ear. “However long you want me to be.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and lean up on my tiptoes to press my lips to his. He’s right about one thing—I’m always making him late. It has been so long since I’ve had any sexual release that I crave it from him. Need it. He’s so fucking good at it.
“Are you coming back over tonight?” I ask when I pull away.
“No. I’ll be at the Airport tonight.” He frowns at that thought, running his finger down my chest bone.