EMILEE
THE GIRLS AND I sit at a round booth right off the dance floor. I have sweat covering my boobs and my back. We’ve been dancing for three songs straight and finally decided to take a breather. I’m in the middle of them with a drink in my hands. They’re laughing and joking about who Jasmine is going to go home with when I feel my phone vibrate the table.
I pick it up in front of me and open the text.
Titan: We’re headed back. Be naked in bed for me.
“The guys are on their way back to the hotel,” I call out over “Lollipop” by Framing Hanley.
Haven shuts up and gulps down her drink, acting like she spent her last eight dollars on it. And begins to scoot out of the booth.
“You can’t be serious?” Jasmine protest. “They message you, and you run back to them like a lost puppy?” She arches a dark brow.
“When you fall in love with someone, you’ll be the same way,” Haven tells her.
She shakes her head viciously. Her short red hair slapping her in the face. “Nope. You can love someone and still not be at their beck and call.”
“Oh, really?” Haven places her hands on her hips. “Like you are with Trenton?”
Jasmine opens her mouth but then shuts it. “I know. It sucks being addicted to dick.” She pouts, making us laugh.
“Yeah, well ….” My voice trails off as I spot a guy at the bar from across the dance floor. He has his back to us, dressed in a black leather jacket with dark jeans and black boots.
“What is it?” Jasmine asks, but I ignore her.
I can’t take my eyes off him. He turns to the side, giving me a profile view, and my breath gets caught in my lungs. He leans his arm up against the bar and smiles at the brunette who looks half his age. Reaching his left hand out, he takes a lock of her hair in his fingers and twirls it around like he’s flirting.
“What are you looking at?” I hear Haven ask.
“I think she’s off in la-la land,” I hear Jasmine speak.
I ignore them both even though she’s not far off. I think I’m in the twilight zone. It can’t be …
I get out of the booth and ignore them as they call out my name. Making my way across the dance floor, I’m bumping into bodies. Some even cuss at me, but I ignore them.
Walking up to the man, I shove the girl out of my way into a guy who stands behind her. Placing myself in front of the man, his eyes meet mine. My heart begins to pound as recognition shows in his.
“Emilee?” He gasps.
I blink. Trying to count the drinks I’ve had in my head. I have to be imagining this. “Dad?” I choke out.
I expect him to hug me. To show some kind of excitement that I’m standing in front of him. My mind is racing as fast as my heart, trying to process what I’m seeing. The lights are flashing and the music is so loud the floor shakes with the bass. I blink again, thinking he’ll disappear. That maybe someone had slipped something into my drink. I lick my numbing lips. “What are you …?”
He grabs my upper arm. His fingers dig into my skin as he drags me through the crowd. I don’t try to stop him. Soon, we’re barging through an exit door, and he’s yanking me through a parking lot. The night air hot on my sweaty skin.
I see a red Ferrari. He opens the passenger side door and shoves me into it, then runs around the front, gets in, and starts it.
“Dad?” My voice breaks with emotion. “I don’t understand. What are you …?”
“Not right now.” He throws it into gear and takes off, squealing the tires.
I sit back and take in the red interior and lit up dash. My hands are sweaty, and I rub them on my bare legs, regretting the mini dress I wore out tonight.
Looking over my shoulder, I realize he’s getting on the highway. “Dad, where are we going?” I ask, getting nervous. I was in shock that he was there. Alive. “You’re dead,” I tell myself more than him. “I’m hallucinating. Dreaming,” I say more to myself. I’ve fallen asleep, and the girls and I never even left the hotel suite.
“I’m very much alive,” he growls. He’s mad at me.
“I don’t understand. What …?”
“We will not discuss this right now!” he snaps.
“Where are we going?” I ask again, digging in my clutch for my phone.
“To the airport. I have a jet there. It will take you back to Vegas.”
“What?” I shriek. “I can’t go back. Everyone is here.”
He quickly slides his eyes over to mine before going back to the road. “Who the fuck is everyone?”
I lick my lips nervously but answer. “The Kings.” Then I remember that only two of them are here. Not all of them.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“They can help you,” I add quickly. “Whatever is going on.” I remember that he had owed a million dollars to someone. I don’t know if they ever told me who it was. A loan shark or something. Fuck, my mind is too foggy right now. What was that guy’s name? Didn’t he have like six weeks to pay it back? How long ago was that?
“No they can’t,” he argues.
“They can. I promise they will.”
“The Kings don’t help anyone but themselves.”
I don’t like how he spits out his words. Or the fact that he’s lied to me. “You don’t know them!” I shout.
“You’re going back to Vegas to be with your mother,” he grinds out, switching lanes.
My heart skips a beat. Now I know I’m dreaming. “My mother is dead,” I say, looking out the small window. “George is gone. And I burned down the house you built her.” Might as well tell the ghost of my dad everything. Dead loved ones do that, right? Visit you in your dreams?
“You did what?” he barks out.
“It’s all gone. All I have is Titan.”
“What do you mean all you have is Titan?” he asks slowly.
I turn to look at him. The lights from the dash showing his five o’clock shadow. I always thought my father was handsome with his deep-set brown eyes, square jaw, and dark hair. From the photos my mother had shown me, he was a pretty boy in high school. All the girls wanted him. My mother was the one who landed him.
“We’re dating,” I say.
He slams his fists into the steering wheel. “No. No.” He’s in denial. Just like I am that I’m really sitting next to him.
He’s not real.
“Yep,” I answer. My phone vibrates in my lap, and I look down at the screen. “And this is him now. Hey, baby?” I slur.
“Where in the fuck are you?” he snaps in my ear.
TITAN
I pace the hotel suite. Luca sits on the couch with Tristan. Bones and Avery stand by the window with glasses of scotch in their hands. Nite and Kayn are perched on the other leather couch.
I look up when the door opens, and I see Emilee enter. My hands shake with the anger I feel toward her right now. She wears a black mini dress and her hair down. She can barely walk in her heels, but I expected that. Haven filled us in when we arrived back here, and the girls were missing. Luca called her, and she answered, telling us that she and Jasmine were on their way back to the hotel, but Emilee had left the club with a man. They didn’t get a look at who he was. Just saw her walk up to him and then they left together.
To say I’m furious is an understatement. “Where in the fuck have you been?” I snap.
She raises both of her hands in surrender. Like I’m a cop accusing her of a crime. “I told him you could help him.” She manages to get out.
“What are you talking about?” Bones demands, also standing. “Help who?”
Instead of answering him, she turns, giving us her back and stares at the door she left wide open.
And in steps the very man we’ve been searching for all night. Silence falls over the room as he walks over to her. He places a protective hand on her shoulder and pulls her into his side.
I see fucking red. Removing my gun from my waistband, I point it right at his motherfucking head. “Get the fuck away from her.”
“Titan.” She gasps.
He shoves her away from him and into Bones’s arms. He secures them around her, holding her in place. It’s the same scenario she was in when we went to George’s house and Grave brought her to his office. But this time, Bones has her, not me.
A cruel smile spreads across his face. “I told you, Emilee. The Kings don’t give a fuck about anyone.”
I look at him down my barrel as I hear the others get up from their seats. I hear someone cocking their gun behind me. I’m guessing Luca.
“What are you doing, Titan?” Emilee wails. “Please stop. He needs help.”
I snort. “Where was he when you needed help?” I ask.
His eyes go from mine to his daughter’s. She’s hysterical at this point. Bones has her arms pinned behind her back as she frantically tries to get to her piece of shit father. “Need help with what?” he asks.
I snort. “Like you give a fuck.”
He takes a step toward me, pressing the barrel of my gun into his chest. “You better answer me, son. You’re not the only one carrying a loaded weapon,” he warns.
I pull my lip back with disgust as he calls me son. I may love his daughter, but I hate this man. What he’s put her through. Now this—the fucker never was dead. She thought she had lost her father, then mother. Only she didn’t lose him. She’d be better off if she had. Because now we know he’s carrying a very big secret around. And it could put her life in danger.
“Please …” I hear Emilee sob. “Don’t do this, Titan. Don’t take him from me again,” she begs.
My chest tightens at her words. That she would want to save his sorry ass. So easily forgive him.
A cruel smile spreads across his face. As if this was a setup. He’s testing me. To see what she means to me. Do I kill her father and lose her forever? Or let him live and possibly take her from me? Either way, I lose because she will pick him. He’s her father that her mother cheated on and left. He has her sympathy. I’m just the guy she’s been fucking for the last month.
Making up my mind, I click my safety on and lower my gun, and say, “Yeah, babe.” His dark eyes narrow on me calling his daughter by a pet name. I’ve never done it until now. On purpose. “Tell your father how George forced you to fuck him after your father died to help pay your mother’s medical bills.” I may not be the person she loves in this room, but he let her down. She needs to remember that.
His eyes widen, and they go to her. “He what?”
She’s sobbing in Bones’s arms. But he’s no longer restraining her. Instead, she has her head in his chest. She’s so trashed that she’ll be passing out soon.
“You died. Left him everything,” I fill him in. “He shut off her cards and told her that he would pay for Nancy’s medical bills if she fucked him.” His wide eyes come back to mine. “Spoiler alert. She did. More than once.”
“Emilee?” He snaps her name like she did something wrong. He begins to walk over to her, but I slam my fist into his chest, stopping him. “Bones, put Emilee in bed. We have some shit to discuss with Nick.”
