Titan (Dark Kings 1)

“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.