Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“It’s fine.” My brother interrupts him. “If you don’t mind, we’re on a tight schedule.”
“Yes, of course.” He nods once and pulls back the sheet. “As I informed you before, he was found in his condo. A woman called it in …”
I tune him out as I look down at the body lying on the metal slab. His color as white as the sheet that covers his lower half.
I sit on my bed, the house quiet. Who knows where my brother is when my door opens. I quickly jump to my feet and wipe my wet cheeks when my father enters my room. “Ever heard of knocking?” I manage to get out without sounding upset.
“I pay for every inch of this house, including this room. I don’t have to fucking knock,” my dad snaps.
My hands fist, and I spin around to face him. “What do you want?” I grind out.
“Where’s your brother?” he asks, looking around as if he’s in here.
“How the hell should I know?”
He lets out a long breath but ignores me. “I’m leaving. Dillan is in charge while I’m gone.”
“Where are you going?” I ask. Our mother just died. We buried her yesterday and just arrived back in Vegas this morning. Where the fuck could he possibly be going so soon?
“That’s none of your business,” he snaps, then exits my room, slamming the door.
I yank it open and catch him exiting the front door. I run down the stairs and open the front door just in time to see him help a woman into the passenger side door of his Ferrari.
Anger boils inside me. He was never faithful. My mother was an angel. She gave everything to my brother and I. But my father? I know a part of her loved him in the beginning, but over the years, Dillan and I watched them both change. He lived for Kingdom, and she despised it. She hated how it took so much of his time away from us. His family. He didn’t care. The house we lived in became a cold mansion. My mother was trapped. She knew she couldn’t leave him. He’d fight her for us, just for spite, and our mother didn’t come from money. Maybe she preferred him having women he could fuck so she wouldn’t have to do it anymore. But that doesn’t mean he has to disrespect her memory. Not this soon.
“It’s him.” I hear Bones confirm.
“Can we have him cremated?” I ask.
The guy looks up at me. “Yes, but …”
“Good. Burn his body,” I order, then turn to walk out.
“But what about the ashes?” he asks.
I turn back around. “Throw them where they belong, in the fucking trash.” Then I walk out, heading back to the car. This was a total waste of a trip.
APRIL
There’s a reason I’m not much of a drinker. I don’t do well the following morning. I open my eyes and am thankful that I’m in my own bed. Last night is a little foggy. The girls and I ended up at a club. VIP status. I feel like that’s the only way Emilee and Jasmine roll. We partied hard for about three hours, then everyone called it a night. Jasmine had a visitor coming over early the next morning, so she wasn’t going to stay out all night. Emilee said she had to get home to her fiancé, and Alexa spent most of her night on her cell. Her ex blowing up her phone. We’d had so much to drink that we had to call an Uber to get us all home.
I’ve been up for four hours now, and I’m starting to feel more like myself. I just needed a shower and three cups of coffee.
I stand behind the desk at Roses when I hear the bell ring that hangs above the door. One of my most loyal customers enters.
“Hello, Luca.” I smile up at him.
“Good morning, April.” He walks up to the desk dressed in a black three-piece suit. He always looks like he just walked out of a courtroom. I don’t know anything personal about him except he’s married. And he didn’t give that information out willingly. I just put two and two together. The wedding band on his finger along with the flowers and vase he buys at least twice a week.
“What can I do for you today?” I ask.
His dark eyes meet mine, and he gives me a kind smile, placing his hands on the countertop. “How about some violets. Do you have a solid black vase by any chance?”
“I have the perfect one.” I nod.
He pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and begins to count out some cash that he lays on the counter. I walk away and go into the cooler and put together his arrangement. When I return, he’s on his cell.