two months.” My eyes bug out.
“What’s the rush?” Jasmine asks.
“We just don’t want to wait.” Emilee shrugs. “And I put you down for a plus one.” She winks at Jasmine. “Who are you bringing?”
She waves her off. “I’m riding solo.”
“You’ll be riding something.” Emilee laughs.
“As long as it’s not Trenton.” Haven pulls her lip back with disgust at the name.
“Okay, ladies, we have to go. We just came by to say hello.” Titan leans down and kisses Emilee on the forehead. “We have a meeting with the rest of the Kings in ten.”
The couples say their goodbyes, and once we’re alone, Jasmine speaks. “We need to go shopping after this.”
“I’m down,” Emilee says. “Then I’ll come over to your shop?” she asks me.
“Of course,” I answer.
“Sure.” Haven nods. “Occasion?”
Jasmine elbows me. “April has a date with Grave tonight.”
“No fucking way!” Emilee gasps.
“That’s awesome.” Haven tilts her head to the side, smiling. “This must mean he’s done with Lucy.” She shakes her head. “She’s as bad as you are with Trenton.” She points at Jasmine.
“Who is Lucy?” I ask. I know nothing about Grave except what I read on the internet. And all that told me was that he is the youngest heir to Kingdom and the most likely to end up in prison. He had a few mugshots. Mainly for DUIs and reckless behavior. It’s no secret why Kyle Reed is known as Grave. The guy has a death wish. He’s an adrenaline junkie.
“Lucy is a train wreck,” Haven answers.
“They have a bad past,” Emilee adds.
Haven snorts. “I was never friends with her. Hell, I didn’t even know who she was until recently. But she’s bad for Grave. Feeds into his addiction.”
I go to ask what she means by that when the waitress walks up to our table and takes our orders.
CHAPTER TWELVE
GRAVE
I’M SITTING AT my desk when my office phone rings. “Hello?” I answer.
“Hey, babe,” Lucy speaks.
I sigh. I’ve been ignoring her calls all week. “Hey.”
“I’ve been calling you,” she says, and I can practically hear her pouting.
“Been busy working,” I say truthfully. We had meetings all day. My brother is up my ass, and Titan still looks at me like he wants to smash my face in for my comment about his fiancée sucking my dick. “What did you need?”
“I’m going to be at the Airport tonight. Want to go?”
“No. Not tonight,” I answer as my door opens. “Hey, I gotta go.”
“Wait—”
I hang up. “What do you want, Bones?” I ask, watching as my brother enters my office.
He comes to stand in front of my desk with his tatted arms crossed over his chest. “I’m leaving tonight for New York,” he states.
“And?” I ask.
“I’ll be gone for the weekend.”
“I thought you broke up with Lola?” She was some supermodel he’d been fucking for a few months. She wanted to introduce him to her parents, and he dumped her ass.
“I did. I’m going for other reasons.”
Ah, I bet it has to do with Kink. Some secret society sex club he joined. I heard him talking to Titan about it the other day in the conference room.
“Okay,” I say, dismissing him by looking down at my computer.
He doesn’t take the hint. Instead, he sits down. “Can you behave yourself while I’m gone?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth.
He sighs. “Kyle …”
“Get the fuck out of my office, Dillan,” I growl, glaring at him. “I have work to do.”
He slaps his hands on his thighs and stands before leaving my office. Fuck, he’s been on my ass more than usual lately.
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I pull up to a two-story house outside of Las Vegas. It sits on the end of a street all by itself. April had messaged me earlier with her address. I place my car in park and get out. Walking to her door, I run a hand over my hair. Once I get to the porch, I ring the bell and rock back and forth on my heels, waiting for her to answer.
She opens the door dressed in a little black dress. It has a V neckline with long sleeves. It stops at her thighs, showing off her long, thin legs. She wears a deep purple choker that matches her hair that is down and in big curls. She has her makeup done how I like it. Her ice blue eyes lined in black with that deep purple lipstick. Her six-inch black heels give her extra height, but she’s still shorter than me.
She averts her eyes, running her hands down