Cross (Dark Kings 3)

“But your dad …?”

“I don’t care about him.” She averts her eyes to her hand on the bar. “He’s on this house with me. And that’s why I’m moving out and selling it.” Her eyes come back to mine. “He’ll hold it over me for the rest of my life, and I refuse to live like that.”

“You know you can stay with me, right?” I say. “I mean, it’s not a mansion, but I’ve got a spare room.”

She smiles at me. “Thank you, but I’ve got somewhere lined up. And I’ve already made an offer on another house. If I’m lucky, I’ll be moving in shortly.”

I nod my head once, not digging into that. She’s already told me enough about her life tonight. I’m not going to question who she’s sleeping with. Hell, for all I know, she plans on moving in with Titan and Emilee in the meantime. “Well, if there is anything that I can do, just let me know.” And as I say the words, I already know what I can do for her.

As she’s pouring us both a shot, I send a quick text to Emilee.

CROSS

I’M SITTING BEHIND my desk the following morning when I hear a knock on the door. “Come in,” I growl, hoping it’s not Bones. I’m not in the mood to do shit today.

The door opens, and I look up to see Alexa is back. She softly closes the door behind her and comes to stand in front of my desk. I’m surprised to see her here. Again. After what was said yesterday. I’ve wanted to call her a hundred times but refrained. Not sure what to say or how to say it. “Have a seat,” I offer at her silence.

She steps forward and sits down in the empty chair across from my desk, crossing one leg over the other and pushing her hair behind her ear. She’s nervous.

“What do you need, Alexa?” I ask, my eyes falling to the manila envelope in her lap. Wonder what’s in it?

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for snapping at you yesterday.” She runs her hands over the envelope. “I heard rumors and figured there were some truths to them. I just hated that Derek was right.”

Derek was right? Just what does her brother know? I already don’t like the guy. He’s a punk-ass bitch if you ask me. But I won’t tell her that because I’m pretty sure she already knows. So, I just stare at her.

“Anyway, I wanted to come up here. I just spoke to Bones and quit Glass. Do you still have an opening at the club?”

“Of course.” I want to fist pump the air right now but refrain from looking like a jealous bitch. I wasn’t going to let her work at Glass, no matter what she said. But I’m glad she made that decision on her own. Things would have been awkward when I stepped in to destroy that job for her.

“Lucky’s is going to be open through Sunday and then shut down for the remodel. I’ll start here at Kingdom on Monday if that’s okay with you?”

I nod. “Absolutely.”

She stands, taking the envelope into her hands. “Thank you.” And without another word, she turns, and I let her walk out of my office, knowing that more needed to be said.

My door opens, and I smile, expecting it to be her coming back, but it falls when it’s just Titan. “What?”

He closes my door. “We’ve got a problem.”

Of course, we do. “What is it?”

“The man Bones carved open?” he questions.

“Yeah, what about him?” We didn’t find any more diamonds in his body or in his car parked at Glass. He only had six on him, meaning we are still missing six. We did, however, return the ones we found. The Mason brothers better hurry up and do their job, or we’ll own Kale’s business and share it with Luca and Nite. If they don’t produce on their end, we won’t hold up ours.

“Well, he worked for Kale.” He sits down in the chair.

I frown, tilting my head. “So, Kale fucked over our client. It wasn’t stolen or anything like that?” I question.

He shrugs. “As far as I know, no. But if that’s the case, why didn’t he have all of them?”

“Maybe they distributed the diamonds out?” I offer. “It’d be harder to find them if they’re scattered.”

“Or maybe that guy had all of them at some point but sold some.” He leans back in the chair, linking his fingers behind his head.

The guy didn’t have a cell phone on him or in his car. We found that odd. Who doesn’t have a cell these days? Especially if he’s buying and selling product. They have to communicate somehow. “Have you told Bones this?”

“Nope. I wanted to have more concrete evidence before I went to him.”