Grave Read online Shantel Tessier (Dark Kings #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dark Kings Series by Shantel Tessier
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
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I almost regretted what I was about to do. Now I feel like I should have added more.

He picks up his water and downs it. “I need to go.”

He stands, and my heart races that he may leave. No. I haven’t had my chance yet. She gets to show him how she cares about him, so I should get mine. It’s only fair.

Just then, the door to the office opens, and Trey enters the room once again. “Hey, man, the kid is fighting here tonight.”

Grave looks down at his watch. Probably wondering if the bitch will wait for him. “What time?”

“Seven.”

He plops back down in his seat, snapping, “I want his ass in here the moment he arrives.”

“So … you’re staying?” I ask, trying to hide my smile. It won’t take long before those pills kick in. I’m already feeling mine.

“Not for you,” he growls.

Oh, but you are staying for me.

I sob on my entryway floor as Grave storms out of my penthouse. I fucked up! I thought if I could show him how much I love him, that he would do the same.

He loves her. I know it, and he knows it. He was lying to me at the Airport last night when I asked him. I pretended that it didn’t bother me, but it broke my heart. For six years, I’ve been there for him. I’ve crawled on my hands and knees to make him happy.

I would give him anything he asked for.

I run the back of my hand under my runny nose and crawl over to the open living room. My chest is tight, and I can’t seem to swallow the lump in my throat. I make it to my cell, and with blurry eyes, I dial the only number I can think of.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

GRAVE

MONDAY MORNING, I stand in my brother’s office at Kingdom with my back resting up against the wall while he sits behind the desk. He silently glares up at me. His eyes burning fucking holes in me.

“Save it,” I warn him. I’m not in the mood to be fucked with.

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t say anything.

The door opens, and I look over to see Cross enter and plop down in one of the chairs in front of the desk. He leans back and props his feet up on the desk. My brother puts his eyes on him. “May I help you?” he snaps.

Cross just snaps his Zippo open and closed.

My brother sighs, running a hand over his hair. His irritation showing. He wants to beat the shit out of me. Bring it. I’m in a fighting mood.

“Titan told me he took your girl home. She was pretty upset with you,” Cross finally speaks.

“What girl?” my brother asks.

“No one,” I answer, and my chest tightens. I need to go see her. Apologize. But for what? I’m not going to tell her what happened. I’m not going to tell anyone what fucking happened. This is what they expect from me. Drugs, women, and disappointments. No one would believe that Lucy drugged me, and I’m sure as hell not going to admit that I willingly let her suck my dick. The fact that I thought it was April won’t matter.

The door opens again. This time, it’s Titan. “Are we having another fucking meeting?” I growl.

Titan closes the door behind him and sits down next to Cross in the other chair.

“So, Grave is denying April,” Cross says to Titan.

Titan doesn’t even look at me. “Good.”

Cross arches a brow at his words. “What …?”

“He needs to stay the hell away from her.” His eyes finally slide to mine. “She’s too good for him.”

“Is that what this is?” I demand. “Going to warn me to stay away from her? Well, don’t worry about it. I’m done. It’s over.” I feel sick admitting that. Knowing that I fucked up the best thing that I will ever have.

“No.” My brother sighs. “We want you to check yourself into rehab.”

I snort. Fuck that! “No.” I turn and walk toward the door.

“Grave, if you don’t check yourself in today, then don’t come back to Kingdom tomorrow.”

I turn around and glare at him. “You can’t fire me. I own a part of this business.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not about the business. Don’t you understand? You are going to die!”

“I’m not afraid of death,” I say simply just to piss him off more.

“Goddammit, Kyle!” he shouts.

His voice is making my head pound—intensifying my already unbearable headache. I reach out for the door handle.

“Don’t you dare walk out of my office!” A glass paperweight flies next to me, hitting the wall so hard it puts a dent in it. “I’m talking to you!”

I open the door and walk right out, jumping on the elevator and getting the fuck out of this place with no intention of returning for the day.


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