I let go of her, and she falls to the floor once again. “I fucking called you April!” I shout. I really thought it was her. “Are you that fucked up that you didn’t mind?”
She looks up at me from her knees. Her makeup smeared with tears and snot. “I love you, Grave …”
I let out a rough laugh.
“I’ll be whoever you want me to be.” She sniffs. “You thought it was her, but it was me. I did that … I’m who you want!”
Fuck, she’s clearly hallucinating. “Well, let me make this very clear for you.” I kneel to her level. “Stay the fuck away from me, Lucy! You’re right, it was your mouth I fucked last night, but you were not the one I wanted.” Then I storm out, slamming the door behind me.
LUCY
I watch him stare down at his cell, and I quickly pop open the lid to the pill bottle and dump it over his water. They quickly dissolve. They don’t call it a date rape drug for nothing. But it’s not rape when they want it. He wants me. Always has. Always will. We do this all the time—pop some pills and fuck.
I’m his ride or die. I’m his meant to be.
Grave loves me. He just doesn’t know how to show it.
“Do you love her?” I ask.
His blue eyes find their way to mine, and he lies to my face. “I don’t know her.”
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