I turn to face her. “Blankets? For what?”
“I need a blanket for the couch.” She points back behind her to the hallway. “I toured the house this evening, and this is the only room that you have any furniture in. Well, besides the living room.”
“I’m never here,” I say defensively. Like I need to explain why I have a ten-bedroom house but only enough furniture to fill up a one-bedroom apartment. I don’t want to make her sleep on the couch. The poor girl has been through so much already. “You can have my bed,” I tell her.
“Oh no, that’s okay,” she rushes out. “I can sleep on the couch.”
“It’s decided,” I growl. “You’ll sleep in my bed.” With that, I give her my back and enter my bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Walking over to the sink, I turn on the faucet and splash some water on my face.
Hearing my cell ring in the bedroom, I go back in there and pick it up off my nightstand to see it’s Titan. The Kings and I very rarely get much sleep. Our bodies are just used to it by now. “Hello?” I snap.
“I just got a call, and it looks like we need to go to the Airport,” he says in greeting.
“For what?” I ask, looking at the clock to see it’s almost two a.m.
The Mason brothers run the Airport. Three people I despise. But we ended up making a deal with them recently. We went into business with them for diamonds in order to help out Cross. It’s not the call I would have made, but it is what it is.
“Turner had a guy come in to fight tonight bragging about robbing a strip club a couple of nights ago.”
I frown. “But as far as I know, nothing was stolen from Glass.”
He sighs. “I agree, but it’s something worth looking into. Even if it’s not Glass, we may get a lead on something we can use.”
“I’ll meet you outside in five,” I hang up and walk over to my closet. Grabbing a Kingdom hoodie, I slip it on, pocketing my cell. Then I walk into the kitchen. My feet stop on their own at what I see.
Mia has her back to me, standing at the dishwasher. She’s bent over, placing dirty dishes in it. The shirt of mine she wears rides up, exposing her bare thighs to me. Her skin looks like it’s been kissed by the sun, and they look so smooth. I imagine walking up behind her and running my hands up her legs, reaching underneath the shirt and pulling my boxers down that I can see from here to expose her pussy to me.
“Dillan?”
I blink to see she’s now turned around, looking at me. “I have to go.” I clear my throat.
She frowns but doesn’t say anything.
“I’ll be back later.” With that, I turn and get the hell out of my house, thanking my lucky stars that the Mason brothers need to see me. Maybe I like them after all.
Titan already sits outside of my house in his car. I fall into the passenger seat of the candy apple red Maserati. “Grave didn’t answer his phone,” he informs me.
“He’s probably asleep.” I look over at his house, and not a single light is on. Grave would stay awake for days or sleep for days when he used. Now that the kid is clean, he sleeps whenever he can.
“Cross is meeting us there. He’s up at the club with Alexa helping her get it ready for the grand re-opening.”
We pull out of the gate, and I lean my head back, closing my eyes for a second. It’s a mistake. Because all I picture is me and Mia in my kitchen. Her body laid out on my dining room table like a feast, and my head between her legs with her hands in my hair …
“You okay?” Titan asks, bringing me back to reality.
“Yeah.” I lie and sit up straighter.
“We’re going to get to the bottom of this,” he assures me. “We’ll find out who the fuck shot Luca.”
Right? That needs to be my main focus. Not the gorgeous brunette whose father runs the Italian-American Mafia. “It’s not adding up.”
“Which part?” he asks, getting on the highway.
“All of it.” I shrug. “Mia was so sure that it was her brothers who shot Luca. The timeline adds up with that.”
He shifts in his seat, and I look over at him. “What?” I demand when I see his hand tightening on the steering wheel.
He gives me a quick glance before placing his concentration back on the road. “Do you really believe her?”
“I do.” I nod and look out the passenger window. “I saw the look on her face at the hospital. Poor thing was scared to death.”
“Just marry her then.”