“If she didn’t return to Bones, you could take her.” Grave is the one who speaks.
“But you weren’t there,” he spits out angrily. “I knew Luca was the one who called you and sent you to save her because Matteo said that he had sent him the video of us. I thought I’d go ahead and take care of him.”
“Take care of me later.” I nod, understanding.
“How’d you keep the Bianchis from knowing you were the one who shot Luca?” Titan wonders. “They would have killed you on the spot.”
He shakes his head, trying to free his hair from Cross’s hold, but it does no good. When he doesn’t answer right away, Cross shoves his face into the table again. “Matteo didn’t care.” He cries out but manages to continue. “With Luca out of the way, he would be next in line to take over. Plus, he knew Luca had too many enemies to count, and Matteo was more focused on Mia.” His one good eye finds mine. “He was obsessed with the two of you.” He grits his bloody teeth. “And you fell for the bait. She was the best-kept secret until you ruined her!” he shouts at me. “Paraded her around like the fucking whipped whore she was—”
“You mean you could take her against her will, and no one would look for her because no one knew she existed,” Grave growls, interrupting him. “And those who did, didn’t care.”
“John was just going to kill her. I saved her!” he screams.
“You helped kidnap her and sell her!” I scream back in his face before punching him again, feeling more bones break.
Cross steps back, and Richard starts laughing maniacally. The sound bounces off the concrete box we stand in, making the hairs on my neck rise. I’m so angry I’m shaking. “You think you had her first?” He looks up at me through his lashes. The good eye is starting to swell now too. “You might have fucked her first, but I was the first one to touch her.” He laughs once again, his busted lips turning up in a bloody smile. “Drugged and naked…the bitch never even knew.”
Grave pushes off the wall, heading for him, but I place my hand out, hitting his chest and pushing him to a stop. Richard is mine. Although I’m thankful my brother wants to stick up for his future sister-in-law, no one touches him but me.
His eye falls to Grave, then back at me. “Remember that the next time you fuck that useless cunt.”
The blood rushes in my ears at his words. Matteo had mentioned another video, but I never found one on his phone. Probably a good thing. The one I did see haunted me for weeks and still does at times.
My legs start to move, and I realize I’m walking toward him. Placing both hands on either side of the chair, I lean down and ram my face into his, knocking it back. His blood covers my face, and I get an instant headache. “Load him in the car,” I order, pushing off the chair and turning my back to him. We’ll bury him in the desert tonight. “I’ve heard enough.”
His laughter fills the room, making me pause, and I turn back to face him. Leaning over the best he can, he spits blood onto the concrete floor. “But I’ve got so much more to say.”
“Nothing worth listening to,” I say, turning and opening the door.
“How’s your arm doing?” he asks.
I pause again, listening to his laughter growing louder.
“What about his fucking arm?” Titan demands, and I turn to see he’s got his hand wrapped around Richard’s neck. “Huh?” He shouts in his face, then pulls away, punching him. “Fucking speak!”
Richard’s head lolls back while he sucks in a breath before lowering it to look at me. “You think those guys randomly chose to follow you that night?” He smiles up at Titan. “I was a little disappointed. I would have fucked his bitch too.”
I feel all the Kings’ eyes on me, but I ignore them. My heart is pounding in my chest. How does he know this? We’ve never told anyone. I don’t talk about what happened that night. None of us do.
“Come on,” I say, wrapping my arm around Emilee, trying to keep her up. She’s wasted. I only had water. I have a tournament this weekend and have to be up and at the field early in the morning. She’s been begging me to go to this concert for weeks, so I figured why not? It couldn’t hurt to go out. I’m not much of a partier, but I do like the band that was playing.
“We can’t go to my house, Bones …” Hiccup. “My parents are home.”
“We’ll go to mine.” My father doesn’t give a fuck what I do. Plus, he’s in New York right now meeting with Mr. Bianchi. He said something about the future of Kingdom, but I wasn’t really listening to him. I hope he fucking sells his shares so I don’t have to worry about it.