Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“What is it?” Titan asks, taking them from me.
TITAN
The first set of papers are of Nick and Nancy’s divorce. The second set is of Nancy’s marriage certificate to George. Along with a will. One that leaves everything Nick owned to Nancy who then would give to George.
“Emilee?” Bones asks, walking over to her.
She falls down into a chair and places her face in her hands. “No. This can’t be.” She looks up at me. “They’re not married. She would have told me.”
I look at Bones, and he sighs. “Emilee …”
She jumps to her feet. “Did you both know this?”
Fuck! “Yes,” I tell her.
“When did you find this out?”
“Weeks ago.” Bones answers that one.
“What?” She gasps. “Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“Because who your mom chooses to marry is none of our concern,” I snap.
“How can you say that?” She sniffs, and tears fill her eyes. “This is why my father is dead!” she screams.
“You don’t know that!” I argue.
“And you can’t prove that it’s not!” She throws the papers at Bones. He tosses them onto the desk. “George wanted his money. Then he blackmailed me for sex in order to pay for my mother’s medical bills. And now there’s proof that they were already married! Then a man shows up, demanding money from a safe he knew was here. A safe that I had no idea about. And you want to say that this had nothing to do with it?”
“Em …” Bones reaches out for her.
“No!” She takes a step back. “This all started because you wanted what George owes you.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Maybe you did this.”
I step into her, fisting my hands down by my side. “You better be careful what you’re accusing me of.”
She gives a rough laugh. “What are you going to do, Titan? Hire a guy to break in and knock me around?”
“Emilee!” Bones snaps at her.
“Fuck you both!” She looks me up and down with her lip pulled back, but I see it quivering. “Oh, we’ve already done that.” She tosses her arms out to her side, and her voice shakes as she announces, “I’m done.” Her watery eyes go to Bones. “With both of you. Get out of this house before I call the police!” Then she storms out.
Silence fills the room after the door slams shut. I fall onto the couch and run a hand down my face.
“That was … informative.” Luca speaks first.
I place my hands behind my head and look up at them. “Let’s wrap everything up.”
“You really want to go?” Bones quirks a brow. “We own the cops. Her calling them to the house isn’t going to slow us down.”
No, it won’t. I lean forward and lower my voice. “Let her think she’s getting her way.” I rise and walk over to Nite who stands like a statue in the corner. “I need a favor.”
He nods.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
EMILEE
AFTER I STORMED out of my father’s office, I went back to Titan’s and brought my mother along with her nurse back to my parents’ house. I hate moving her so much, and I hate that we’re back in the house, but it’s better than the alternative. I can’t be around Titan right now. Or Bones. They both lied to me.
It’s been five days since the Kings walked out of my house, and they haven’t returned. My wounds have completely healed, and I can show my face in public again without the girls questioning me. And the fact that Haven hasn’t said one word about it lets me know that Luca hasn’t told her about my fight with Bones and Titan. They think everything is as it was a week ago.
That’s how I want it to be.
Haven and I are sitting down at the table as Jasmine comes strutting into Empire—the steakhouse on the twentieth floor of Kingdom. I want to do this as often as I can. Being around them made me realize how much I missed them and how lonely I was in Chicago. A part of me wishes we were all roommates now so I could spend the majority of my time with them.
She plops down in front of us and shoves her hair back off her face aggressively.
“What’s wrong?” Haven asks her.
“God is testing my intelligence. And right now, I’m at the bottom of the scale.”
I rub my finger over my lips to hide my smile at her obvious anger. “And how is he testing you?” I ask.
“Since when are you religious?” Haven speaks.
Jasmine grabs a fry off my plate and sticks it in her mouth. “Trenton messaged me this morning.”
I roll my eyes.
“Not this again,” Haven mumbles under her breath.
“It was a picture of his dick.” Jasmine bites down on another fry. “And he was hard. And then I was wet.”
I reach across the table and place my hand on top of hers to stop her from eating another. She stuffs her mouth when she’s nervous. With anything. Food, cock, drinks. Whatever she can get her hands on. “Don’t let him get to you. He’s married,” I remind her.