My body tenses. They know exactly what we did because there are cameras in there. I’m sure the fucker watched it.
April doesn’t say anything, but I can feel her anger instantly. Like a fire at my back, heating my skin. I stay facing Trey. As long as she’s behind me, they’ll have to go through me first.
He takes a step toward me. Bones keeps the gun pointed at him, ready to fire if need be. “And did he tell you that she drugged his drink?”
“Trey!” I snap.
“Is that true?”
I expected that question from April, but it came from my brother. I ignore him.
Trey laughs as his eyes land back on mine. “They expected you to be fucked up, so they never even questioned it.” He looks at April. “But you? You, of all people, I thought you’d give him the benefit of the doubt.” He looks her up and down again, this time licking his lips. “You were the name he called out while she was on her knees. And I’d like to know why.”
I lunge at him. My body hits his so hard that it knocks the wind out of me. We hit the concrete sidewalk, and I don’t even think. I just start pounding on his face. No way in hell will I let him touch her. He’s already sent his men after her once. It won’t happen again.
My fist hits the side of his face, and blood splatters the sidewalk. “Fucking touch her and I’ll saw your fucking hands off!” I warn.
I go to hit him again, but I’m yanked back by Titan. He shoves me to the side. I wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my bloody hand.
Tanner leans down and picks up his dazed brother. “Get the fuck out of here,” he growls.
“We have a deal!” I shout at him, and I want to know that he’s going to honor it.
He nods. “We have a deal.” Then he drags his brother back through the double glass doors into the hospital.
I’m gasping for breaths. My hand hurts, and I’m fucking tired. “Fuck!” I shout, turning around to look for April. “April?” I call out when I don’t see her.
“She went to the car with Emilee,” Titan reassures me.
I go to step off the sidewalk to the parking garage when Bones slaps his hand to my chest. “Was that true?”
I take in a long breath. “Why the fuck do you care?”
He sighs heavily, putting his gun away. “Grave …”
“I’m just a druggie with a death wish.”
APRIL
“Come on,” I say, helping Grave into his house. I had to drive him home from the hospital. His hand is swollen, and he hasn’t said it, but I know he’s hurting. He hit the concrete hard.
I was so pissed at him when the guy announced what Grave and Lucy did. And then he just kept going on, and I got angry for a different reason.
That’s why Grave didn’t want to go check on her. Because she had drugged him. That’s why he wasn’t nice when she cried in his lap on her bathroom floor. That’s why she had said she was sorry. He knew what she did.
Why didn’t he tell me? Was he embarrassed? He let me stand there and slap him over and over while I blamed him for being an addict. I know Grave has a past with drugs, but I never saw him high. I found it so off that he was always hanging out with me and then dumped me for her and drugs that night. And instead of questioning him about it, I turned on him.
We pull into the Kings compound and I park the car in his roundabout driveway. Not bothering with the garage. He gets out of the car before I can even help him. I walk behind him up his stone steps with my hands up hoping he doesn’t fall down them. He unlocks the front door and slams it shut behind us.
“Here.” I grab his left arm and throw it over my shoulders before he can even protest and start up the stairs to his second story.
I kick his bedroom door open and walk him to the adjoining master bathroom. He leans up against the white marble countertop. “You can take my car,” he states.
I look at him in the mirror. “What?”
His blue eyes meet mine. “You can drive my car home. I’ll have someone come get it tomorrow.”
“Grave …”
“You don’t have to stay here with me. I’m fine.” He turns his back to me and starts to walk over to his glass shower that sits over in the corner of his overly large bathroom. It has three sides made from nothing but glass so you can see inside of it.
I bow my head and let out a long breath. “I understand you’re mad at me. I’m sorry for turning my back on you.”