Titan scoffs. “Shit don’t work that way.”
Grave places his elbows on the table and runs his hands through his hair. “Unless she married Bones, and then he kills them both off.” He shrugs. “Then he’s got a forged trust that leaves his shares of Kingdom over to him and of course whatever he makes up on Mia’s behalf.”
“It still doesn’t work that way,” Titan argues.
“It’ll work however John Bianchi wants to spin it,” Grave snaps at him. “Look at what George did to Emilee.”
Titan’s jaw sharpens at the mention of his wife and her father. “You guys are looking at this the wrong way.” He shifts in his seat. “John has nothing if he doesn’t have Mia. So …” He lifts his hands out wide. “He can’t get what she doesn’t have access to.”
“Just what are you suggesting we do exactly?” Cross asks, spinning around to face us.
“We take care of—”
“Don’t you dare say we kill her,” I interrupt him.
Titan sighs. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
I ignore that comment. “No. We’re not killing her. She’s innocent.”
Grave snorts. “So she says.” My brother argues.
I fist my hands on the table. “She refused to return to Las Vegas after they assaulted her, and then three days later, Luca is shot. Don’t you think that’s a big coincidence?”
Nite just stands there, staring at the table, and I can see his mind trying to play catch up. See if there’s anything he missed.
“Wait a minute.” Grave lifts his finger. “Are you saying that you think Luca’s brother shot him to lure her back here?”
“That’s exactly what I think.” I nod.
“The Bianchis are ruthless,” Titan adds.
“Are these Luca’s medical records?” Grave asks, frowning and picking his folder up once again. “Did they fuck him up before they shot him?”
“No. They’re Mia’s.”
“What do you mean?” Cross growls. “And why do you have them?”
“I spoke with Lane. They beat her up and left her there at my beach house. Mia thinks that because she didn’t come running to me in Vegas, they went after the only person she loves.”
“So what do we do?” Cross asks, flipping his Zippo open and closed.
“It’s simple. Bones doesn’t get married. John can’t do shit without that connection,” Grave answers. “I mean, he’s not going to marry her.” He laughs like that’s absurd.
“Then you’re putting a timeline on Mia’s life,” Titan argues as if he cares if she dies. “If she was given three months, then what will happen at the end of that time?”
“We’ll worry about it then.” Grave shrugs, looking at me. “But in the meantime, I’d hide her so fucking well that even you forget where you put her.”
I sit down and sigh, knowing he’s right. I can’t protect her. Not like she needs. The more miles between us, the better. If she stays here, her brothers will think she’s just useless and kill her. If I send her away, they’ll think she’s useless and kill her. Or worse, sell her again.
“Hear me out,” Titan goes on. “What if he did marry her?”
Grave snorts, and Cross laughs.
“I’m serious,” he argues. “You marry her but have an airtight prenup. A spouse can only get a percentage of what you have once you get married. He had Kingdom shares before he married her. Therefore, she can’t touch it.”
“Too risky.” Cross shakes his head.
“Is that what you and Emilee did?” Grave arches a brow, looking at Titan. “Did you do an airtight prenup?”
“No,” Titan growls as if that’s ridiculous. “I married my wife because I love her, not because I was cornered.”
“Bones isn’t backed into a corner,” Grave argues. “For all we know, Mia is lying.” He points at me. “How many women have tried to get what we have? A lot. It’s not uncommon for women to use their pussy for a payday.”
A silence falls over the room while everyone stares at him. He arches a brow. “Are you all suggesting that April got pregnant on purpose?” he demands.
“You said it.” Titan shakes his head. “Not us.”
Grave shoves the papers off the table and starts to climb up on it to get to Titan, but Cross grabs the back of his shirt, yanking him back.
“You motherfucker—”
“Enough!” I shout, interrupting Grave and standing from my chair.
Titan sighs. “None of us think that April was trying to trap you.” He throws his hands up in surrender. “But this affects us all. If John gets one foot in, he will find a way to get it all.”
That’s why I told them. I’ve always been a very secretive person. What I do is no one else’s business, but this does include them. We are all equal partners. If one is attacked, we are all under attack.
“Maybe we’re looking at it from the wrong angle,” Cross says slowly, shoving Grave into his seat. “We find who went after Luca first. You said that Mia has a timeline?” He looks at me, and I nod. “Then we’ve got time there. But whoever shot Luca could be getting away as we speak. So let’s start there first and then circle back when need be.”