Grave stands beside the table, lifts up his shirt, and removes his studded black leather belt from his jeans. He then wraps it around Jeremy’s forearm and pulls tight, cutting off the blood supply. Cross comes up to the front of the table and removes his cross necklace and lighter. He runs the flame along the metal while Titan unscrews the lid to a water bottle and pours it over Jeremy’s wound, washing away the blood. He cries into his gag when Titan takes his own shirt and wipes off the water with the edge of the fabric, drying it off.
Cross flips the Zippo closed and then presses the cross to the knife wound on Jeremy’s hand. He sobs behind the gag as Cross does it several times before it’s cauterized. Then everyone lets go of him and takes a step back.
“I have all night,” I tell him.
Trying to catch his breath, he yanks his shirt from his mouth. Watery eyes meet mine. “I didn’t—”
“The cameras don’t work.” I interrupt whatever lie he was about to tell me. Although I wasn’t lying—I do have all night—that doesn’t mean I want to spend all night here.
“A man came in,” he rushes out, holding his arm.
Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. “And?”
“And he asked me if you were available.”
My brows rise. “Me?”
He nods quickly and sniffs. “I told him no, but Luca was there. Up in the office. And he asked me what time we closed.” He closes his eyes tightly and starts sobbing again.
“And?” I snap, making him jump.
“He paid me a thousand dollars in cash to cut the security tapes,” he admits shamefully.
I reach up and rub my chin. “You let someone shoot Luca for a thousand dollars?”
“No. No.” He shakes his head quickly. “Shoot? He didn’t say that. He never said that he was going to hurt Luca.”
“What the fuck did you think he was going to do?” Cross snorts.
“He wanted to talk to Bones. He asked for him by name …”
“Everyone knows who the fuck Bones is.” Titan slaps the back of his head.
“But why did he think I’d be there?” I speak my own thoughts. If someone wanted to talk to me, they could have shown up here at Kingdom or called me. The Kings don’t hide. We don’t have to.
“Seriously?” Grave arches a brow at my question. “How long do you expect us all to pretend that you don’t own half of Glass?”
“It’s not public knowledge.” I ignore his previous question.
“The Bianchis know,” Titan speaks.
“Did you know the guy?” Grave asks Jeremy.
“No. Never seen him before.”
My eyes go over to Titan, and he shrugs, thinking what I am. Everyone in Las Vegas knows who the fuck the Bianchis are. So if it wasn’t one of Luca’s brothers, then who the hell was it? I take the pocketknife out and flip it open once again.
“What are you doing?” Jeremy tries to jump up from his seat, but Nite holds him in place by his shoulders while standing behind the chair. “I told you everything I know.”
“You did,” I agree. “But you also sold Luca out for a thousand dollars, and I can’t have that.” Whoever shot Luca knows this guy is weak. They put a target on his head, maybe on purpose. Either way, he can’t be trusted. Not with my business and not with Mia’s life.
“Wait. Wait.” He lifts his hands in surrender. “I can help you—”
“No, you can’t.” I interrupt him. “Nite.”
He grips his hair and yanks Jeremy’s head back while I reach out and slice the blade across his neck from ear to ear. His body jerks as blood pours from the wound and down his bare chest.
One problem down. Just a hundred more to go.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MIA
I STAND AT the kitchen island when I hear a door open and close. Dillan is home. My eyes snap up, looking around, knowing it wasn’t the front door. He must be coming through the garage. This house may be large, but it’s eerily quiet and gives me goose bumps. It almost has an abandoned feel to it. I’m afraid I won’t be able to sleep once I lie down. I might have to stay up several nights just in order to sleep for one.
I stand still, trying to calm my breathing. All of a sudden, I’m nervous. I keep playing that one time I saw him over and over in my head. Although he said he knew Luca, did he know who I was when he bought me in New York? He had to have remembered me, right? But why didn’t he just tell me? So much could have been explained. I would have seen him as an ally, not a wealthy sadistic man who was buying me as a toy to sexually torture. I would have begged him to call Luca before he left me in Malibu. Maybe Luca would have actually spoken to me.