Titan (Dark Kings 1)

I never brought it up again. Bones never let me into his personal life. I never discussed what he and the Kings did, and he never offered any information.

Silently, Cross stands from the table and walks out the door.

“I, uh … can …”

“Sit,” Titan orders with a spatula.

I pull out a chair and fall into it, avoiding Grave’s stare as he goes back to shoving pancakes in his mouth.

“So …” he begins once he swallows.

“Save it,” Titan orders.

Grave just shakes his head, letting out a chuckle. “It’s your funeral, man.”

My eyes shoot to Titan, and his are narrowed on Grave. He doesn’t even look his way as he grabs the hoodie off the back of his chair before exiting the suite as well.

Titan walks over to me with a plate full of pancakes, bacon, and some strawberries on the side. He places the syrup in front of me.

“This was a mistake,” I say, just staring at my food.

“Em.”

“No.” I stand quickly. “I don’t want to cause any trouble between you and Bones.” I push the hair back from my face.

“Look.” He sighs, running his hand down his face. “I don’t want to tell you that Bones won’t care because that makes it sound like you never meant anything to him.”

I didn’t. But that doesn’t mean he could be okay with it either.

“But I will tell you that Grave has no idea what he’s talking about.” He walks back over to me. “Grave lives in his own little world that does not exist to others.”

He always has. Grave has had a problem with addiction since he was young. And he doesn’t allow anyone to get close to it. Because that would make it real. And he can’t handle that. Bones has always let his little brother do whatever the fuck he wants. And their father was never really around. He spent all his time up at Kingdom when he and the Three Wisemen owned it. I’m not sure about now because I’ve been gone for a couple of years, but I haven’t seen or heard anyone mention him.

“But—”

“But nothing,” he interrupts me. “Now sit down and eat before your food gets cold.” He kisses my forehead and goes back to the kitchen.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

EMILEE

I TAKE A deep breath and pull back my shoulders as I make my way up the back stairs to find Nigel standing behind his desk in the corner.

“Miss York.” His dark eyes meet mine. “It’s nice to see you.”

“I’m here to see Bones,” I blurt out before I lose my nerve.

“Oh.” His brows pull together. “Is he expecting you?”

“No.” He opens his mouth to speak. “Can you call him for me, please?” Titan has given me access to their suite, not their office.

He nods once and picks up his desk phone. He punches in one number and holds the receiver to his ear. “Hello, Bones? Yes. You have Emilee here in the lobby wanting to speak to you.” He nods once to himself. “Yes, sir.” He hangs up and looks at me. I hold my breath. “He will see you.”

I let it out. “Thank you.”

He ushers me upstairs, and the door to the elevator slides open. There is a conference room to my right. It’s a glass box that overlooks the city. “This way.” He takes me down a long hall and to the door at the end. He knocks once and then pushes it open.

I step inside to see Bones sitting behind his desk. The room is dark. Thick black curtains pulled shut hide him from the city he loves so much. The carpet a dark gray and black leather couch to the right and two black leather chairs sit across from his desk. He stands and nods to Nigel, who exits the room without a word.

I bite my bottom lip nervously, knowing the last time I was in this room Titan was also present and I begged them both to help me. Which was just an embarrassment. I have a feeling this time will be a repeat of then.

“What can I do for you, Em?” he asks, gesturing to one of the chairs.

My eyes scan over his tatted arms. He has the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to his elbows and his tie sits on his desk. He has the top two buttons undone. Bones never liked having to dress in business attire; he preferred jeans and a T-shirt.

“Em?” he asks again.

I don’t move. Instead, I stay where I’m at and force my eyes to look up to meet his. “I … I wanted …” I clear my throat, and he crosses his arms over his chest. “I wanted to let you know that I’m sleeping with Titan.” It rushes out in one breath.

He doesn’t look the least bit surprised, and it just unnerves me more. I run my sweaty hands down my jeans.