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)
“Fine.” I growl. “We’ll stop by and check on her if that will make you happy.” Then I turn and finish walking down the stairs.
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Now April’s back to not speaking to me again, but this time, at least I know why. Lucy! Because April thinks I’m a fucking jackass who doesn’t care about others. And normally, that is me. I just refuse to tell her that. Lucy is trying to fuck shit up between me and April. Hell, she already has. But I can’t tell her that. So I’ll keep my mouth shut and let her see for herself. Last time Lucy did this to me was two years ago. Instead of coming over to see her, I took a trip to LA with Cross. She called me and said she took a bottle of pills and was lying in her kitchen naked with a steak knife. She wanted to end her life. I dropped everything, and Cross and I came running back to find her at a house party drunk off her ass. The pills she supposedly took were in her purse. I didn’t talk to her for a month. Ignored all her calls and texts until I was ready to speak to her. Then, like always, I crawled back into bed with her because she pretended to understand me and care about me. She proved otherwise when she drugged my ass.
We pull into the parking garage of the South Mason Towers. We step into the elevator and take it up to the penthouse.
I knock on her door. “Lucy, open up!” I call out.
Nothing.
“Lucy?” I shout, pounding on it. “Open the fuck up.” I turn to face April. “She’s not going to answer. Let’s go.”
“No.” She grips my arm before I can head back to the elevator. “We came here to check on her, Grave. I’m not leaving until I make sure she’s okay.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Knock on it again.”
Sighing, I pull out my keys to her place. I don’t miss the snort that April gives me. This is what she wants and I’m tired of waiting. I want to spend my evening with April, so I’m going to move it along.
“Lucy!” I shout, entering with April right behind me.
The place looks trashed. Glass knocked over on the floor. Pictures hanging crooked on the walls. She’s obviously had one of her parties, and the maids haven’t cleaned it up yet. I storm back in the bedroom and go to open it, but it’s locked. “Open this door, Lucy!” I shout.
She doesn’t say anything.
I take a step back, then ram my shoulder into it, knocking it open.
“Oh my God.” April gasps.
Lucy is lying on her bed in nothing but a pair of underwear. She’s on her stomach, her arms and head hang off the edge. “Lucy.” I run over to her and flip her over, feeling her neck.
“Oh my God. Oh my God.” April’s voice grows frantic.
“She’s got a pulse,” I say, removing my cell from my pocket and tossing it to April. It falls to her feet. “Go to my contacts and call Dr. Lane.” He’s a doctor that Titan uses at Kingdom for his Queens—the secret call girl service we run. He’ll get here the fastest. “Now!” I bark when she just stands there.
She jumps and picks up the phone as I lift Lucy off the bed and into my arms, carrying her into the master bathroom.
“Come on, Lucy.” I bring her over to the toilet and shove my finger down her throat, trying to get whatever she swallowed out of her system.
I can hear April crying behind me while she rambles on to Dr. Lane about our location.
“Lucy?” I shout her name. Her head falls back, and I shove her matted hair out of her slick face to see she’s really pale. I can hear the death rattle coming from her chest. “You’re not doing this!” I growl. “Not fucking like this!”
APRIL
I stand with my back plastered to Lucy’s bedroom wall with a clear view into her bathroom. Both French doors are wide open. Grave sits on the bathroom floor with her in his lap. Just like that night I found him; she threw up on him. He shoved his fingers down her throat to make it happen. Never thought I’d be so happy to see someone vomit.
But she’s awake. I can hear her softly crying. She trembles in his arms.
“Grave?” I hear a man call out from the front door.
“In here.” My voice shakes.
An older man enters the bedroom dressed in a button-down shirt and pair of black slacks. He carries a suitcase in his right hand, but he’s not alone. A man wearing a Kingdom T-shirt and jeans is right behind him. I remember him from the night the Mason brothers sent men to Roses looking for Ethan. It’s Grave’s brother, Bones. His angry blue eyes look me up and down before he dismisses me and makes his way into the bathroom.