Her eyes are tightly shut, her free hand rests on her stomach, and tears run down her face.
“What’s wrong?” Jasmine calls out, also noticing.
“I don’t know—”
“The baby,” April interrupts me. “Something’s … wrong,” she cries.
“Take her to the hospital,” Jasmine orders Haven and me.
“Get Grave!” Emilee shouts as the crowd roars, letting me know that Grave is pulling ahead.
“No …” April protests, shaking her head quickly.
As much as I hate to say it, it’s too late. None of us can stop the fight. And I don’t want Emilee trying to stop it just to cause a distraction and get Grave hurt.
“Take her to the hospital. Emilee and I will come with the guys as soon as Grave is done,” Jasmine orders, bending down and handing me April’s purse.
CHAPTER EIGHT
CROSS
THE THING YOU need to know about the Kings is that we are brothers—some by blood, others by choice—so when one of us is hurting, we are all hurting. And right now, we’re all in hell—burning alive.
I sit at the conference table on the thirteenth floor of tower one at Kingdom. Titan sits across from me, silently staring at the skull carved out of the table that easily seats twenty people. Bones takes his seat at the head of the table. Silence fills the room. No one really knows what to say. We’re not men who make small talk. And nothing any of us say could change what happened last night.
“Okay …” Bones starts but is interrupted.
The door opens, and Grave enters. He looks like shit. His hair is standing straight up, going every direction. Eyes red and face splotchy. He holds a bottle of water in his hand, looking hungover. But I know that’s not the case. Grave has come a long way in the past few months from who he once was before April entered his life.
“Kyle.” Bones jumps to his feet, calling his brother by his real name with concern. “What are you doing here?”
Grave makes his way over to the table and falls down beside Titan. “Where else would I be?” he asks, unable to meet his brother’s eyes. His voice sounds as tired as he looks.
Bones runs a hand through his hair and lets out a long breath, softening his voice. “You should be at home. With April.”
He doesn’t say anything to that. Just sits there staring off into nothing. After he won his fight last night, we went back to the room to celebrate. Jasmine and Emilee had come running in to tell us that they didn’t know what was going on, just that Haven and Alexa had taken April to the hospital.
Grave ran out of there so fast we couldn’t keep up. Once we arrived at the hospital, we found out April had lost the baby. As much as my heart breaks for Grave and April, I’m also terrified that this will throw him over the edge. Grave is a recovering addict, and he’s been doing so well. I couldn’t be prouder of him, but this? How do you get through such a loss? Grave has always felt things more than anyone I’ve ever known. He would drown those feelings with booze, sex, drugs. Whatever he could get his hands on.
Bones walks around the table to stand behind his brother and places his hand on his shoulder. Grave jumps at the contact and pulls away. “Go home, Grave,” Bones tells him with sad eyes. “Go home and be with April.”
Grave’s eyes drop to his hands resting on the table. “She doesn’t want me there,” he whispers. “She got up this morning and went to work.”
I look at Titan, and he’s frowning. I mean, I know everyone handles loss differently, but this? They lost their child. Why aren’t they at home grieving together? How are they up and functioning? I’ve never wanted children, but that doesn’t mean I can’t sympathize with what they’re going through.
Titan licks his lips. “Grave, it’s okay to feel—”
“Don’t tell me how to feel!” Grave explodes, knocking his fists on the table. “I’m here to fucking work. Let’s work,” he snarls.
Silence follows his outburst, and I sigh, fidgeting with my Zippo. Bones walks back over to his chair and nods once. “Okay. Let’s start the meeting. Have we heard anything about the shipments?”
“No,” I answer.
Bones growls. Everyone is getting extremely irritated about these damn shipments. Someone somewhere has to know what’s going on.
“Maybe we should just order a shipment of our own,” Titan suggests.
“That’d be too suspicious.” I shake my head.
“How so?” he asks.
“Because we don’t buy diamonds,” I answer with a growl. “I think it would look obvious that we killed one of Kale’s men when we walk in and start purchasing shipments worth millions in diamonds from him.”
Bones rubs his chin, thinking it over. Grave stays silent, staring off into nothing. Physically, he came into work today, but mentally he’s in another universe.