TITAN
WE WALK INTO George’s house, and Margarita looks at me with fear as she allows us in. “Mr. Wilton is waiting for you in his office.” She starts to walk us down the hall, but like last time, I grab her collar and yank her back.
“We know the way,” I tell her, and she scurries off.
Bones doesn’t even bother knocking on the door. He shoves it open to find George sitting at the desk. The moment he sees us, he jumps to his feet. Clearing his throat, he straightens his already straight tie. “Kings?” He looks at the door, waiting for the other two to join us. I slam it shut. “Please.” He gestures to the seats behind us. “Take a seat.”
“I don’t do house calls, George,” Bones announces, crossing his arms over his chest. “Where the fuck is our money?” Straight to business.
His face falls, but he recovers it quickly. “Well, uh … I don’t have it …”
Lie. Emilee says he has it but just refuses to pay. And I believe her over this piece of shit.
“But I will. Soon,” he adds.
“You’ve said that before.” Bones nods.
“My business partner has passed. And I’m waiting for the life insurance to pay out.”
“That could take months,” I add. If that’s even true. Who knows how much he already has access to since Nick York has passed?
He shakes his head fast. “No. My attorney has assured me just a few weeks.”
“Well, we came to collect today.” Bones states taking a step toward the desk.
He holds up his hands. “I have an offer for you. The girl …”
“I don’t want the fucking girl.” Bones shakes his head. “I want what you owe us.”
“Please, we can settle this …”
Bones removes the gun from the waistband of his jeans, and George goes silent. “The thing is …” Bones sets the gun on the desk but maintains hold of it. “We have killed for less, George. I don’t want pussy. And I don’t want excuses. I want the fucking money.” He lifts the gun and cocks it. Walking behind the desk, he places it to his temple. “Now the question is, are you willing to die for it?”
“There’s money in the briefcase,” he rushes out, nodding to the one sitting on his desk.
“What are the numbers?” I ask, looking at it.
He rattles them off, and it pops open.
“How much?” Bones asks.
“Not enough,” I answer as I pull out wads of cash.
“There’s a hundred grand there. If you just give me a month, I’ll get you the rest,” George rushes out. “I’ll … I’ll bring it to you. Meet you at Kingdom as soon as I have it.”
Bones removes the gun and clicks the safety on. George lets out a shaky breath.
