“Where’s the girl?” Grave goes on to ask as if she’s too insignificant to remember her name.
“My place.” Where else would she be? Does he expect me to keep her by my side with a leash attached? I have to hide her, so I sure as fuck wouldn’t bring her here.
“I told him he should marry her.” Titan laughs again like it’s a joke.
“That’s the worst idea you’ve ever had.” Grave snorts.
“It’s a means to an end.” Titan shrugs. “John would come out of hiding along with his sons—”
“Speaking of sons.” Grave interrupts him. “Luca would kill Bones once he wakes up. There’s a reason they’ve been hiding her.”
“I don’t see it being a problem.” Cross finally speaks. “Bones told us that Luca sent him to help her. It’s obvious he trusts him with her.”
He shouldn’t have. I haven’t stopped thinking about fucking her since I forced her into the limo.
“Yeah, well—”
“Can you guys just shut the fuck up?” I snap, cutting off Grave.
Thankfully, they listen.
Exiting the elevator to the bomb shelter, we make our way through the old tunnels. After passing the jail cells lined up on either side, we enter the door at the end into the one cell where they keep their special guests. We’ve been here recently when Cross needed answers.
A guy sits tied to a chair. Tanner Mason has his back to us, arms crossed over his chest. As we enter, he turns to face us. “Kings.” He steps to the side. “Have a gift for you.”
Grave snorts. “It’s only a gift if he has something to tell us.”
The guy looks up at us through his busted face. I’m not sure if the Masons did that or if it was from his fight here. “Heard you were bragging about robbing a strip club,” I say.
He lifts his chin and glares up at me.
“All of a sudden, he’s got nothing to say.” Tanner smirks. “Let’s fix that.” He walks behind him and grips a handful of his hair, yanking his head back.
Grave grabs his face, squeezing hard enough to force his mouth open, and he holds his free hand out to Cross. “Give me a knife.”
The guy starts thrashing in the chair.
Cross retrieves his pocketknife and flips it open, handing it over to Grave. He holds it up to his chin.
“Okay, okay—” the man rushes out. “It wasn’t Glass.” He looks at me.
I tilt my head to the side. “Which one was it?” Being a King, we hear about everything that happens.
Grave takes a step back, letting him go. “It was Mansion. A friend of mine works there and helped me set it up.”
I rub my chin. “So you know nothing about Glass and Luca Bianchi being shot?”
His eyes widen, and they dart around the room. “Luca was shot? Fuck, man, is he okay?”
Titan gives me a “told you so” look. Everyone knows Luca, and no one would dare go after him unless it was his own family. That was why Luca didn’t draw his weapon. He never saw it coming.
Cross has already pulled out his cell and has it to his ear. I look over at him. “Thank you.” He hangs up. “It’s true. Mansion was broken into, and over a hundred grand was taken.”
Dead end. Fuck! Not sure what I was expecting to find, but a part of me already knew what the outcome would be.
“What do you want to do with him?” Tanner asks.
“Let Nicholas know where to find him.” Nick owns Mansion. He can take care of his own mess. He can pay us later for handing him over.
“Wait. No!” the guy rushes out, and we ignore him, turning to exit the cell while he tries to save his own ass.
“What do we do now?” Cross asks, pocketing his cell.
“Go to bed.” Grave yawns. “I’m not like you guys. I need sleep.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
BONES
TITAN PULLS INTO the back of Glass. Getting out, we both walk up the metal stairs to the second floor, and I use my key card to unlock the door. Pushing it open, we step into the hallway, and I look over the blood smeared across the carpet.
“Fuck,” Titan hisses, letting the door close behind him.
“Haven told us that he was unconscious when she found him.” We spoke to her the entire time on the way to the hospital. She was all alone and terrified. We wanted her to know that we were on our way. She told us that she found him lying facedown in the hallway. As if he had crawled across the floor. Which doesn’t make any sense. Why not call one of us? What was he going to find in the hallway to save him?
We follow the blood smear into the office and see the massive blood stain in front of the desk. We’ve dealt with blood all of our lives, but it’s different when you know it belongs to someone you consider family. The fact that whoever it was, was looking for me makes it worse.