Cross (Dark Kings 3)

“Look, it’s two Kings and a Nite,” Trey announces to the room, alerting everyone of our presence.

Mitch shoves the woman away and spins around. His wide eyes meet mine. “Cross …”

The woman gasps and quickly shoves her skirt down back into place as if I’ve never seen her pussy before. I’ve made it very clear that we’re not exclusive, and she can fuck whoever she wants.

“I’m, uh …” Rachel rushes out, shoving her way through Grave and me and exiting the office.

“You can leave too.” I direct my attention to Mitch.

He squares his shoulders, about to tell me to fuck off when Turner snaps his fingers. “Out.”

Mitch doesn’t argue with him. No one ever wins with the Mason brothers or the Kings, for that matter. He exits much less dramatically than the girl.

“To what do we owe the honor?” Trey asks, that stupid smirk still on his face. I want to push him backward so he’ll fall out of his chair.

I don’t mind the Mason brothers even though I really don’t want to work with them. But Grave was right. If anyone knows what we need, it’ll be them. I direct my attention to Turner. “We need to speak to you privately.”

“Get the fuck out, Trey!” he orders his baby brother without a thought.

Turner Mason is all business, all the time. He reminds me of Bones.

Trey rights his chair and stands, giving his brother a go to hell look as he exits, knowing better than to argue with him. The Mason brothers aren’t afraid to fight, and that includes each other.

“What do you guys need?” Turner asks.

“Have you had any problems with your shipments lately?” Grave gets to the point.

Turner tilts his head and frowns slightly. “No.” He answers slowly. Not as if he had to think about it, more as if whether he should divulge that information to us or not.

The Mason brothers are like the Kings—they each have their own role in their business. Turner Mason is a contract killer; he is also in very tight with the Mexican Cartel. He makes monthly trips down to Arizona to exchange cargo, if you know what I mean. Hence the bag that sits on the table overflowing with cash and the guns strapped to his sides.

“Why do you ask?” He places his hands on the table.

Grave runs a hand through his hair, frustrated that this is going to be another dead end. “We had a client come to us, wanting us to take care of a problem. We found a guy … and let’s just say he’s now buried in the desert because he refused to talk.”

“What was the shipment?” Turner asks.

“Diamonds,” I answer. He has to know what he’s looking for. Otherwise, this visit was pointless. People will sell and trade anything.

Turner nods his head once. “I will keep an eye out and let you know if I hear anything that sounds off.”

“Thanks,” I say and turn to leave, ready to get the fuck out of here, but Turner stops me when he speaks to Grave.

“But I do have some information that you may want to know.”

Grave steps forward, getting closer to the table where Turner’s still casually sitting. “What is it?”

“Your boy? He’s ten grand deep.”

“Son of a bitch.” Grave growls, shoving the door open and stepping into the hallway outside of the Mason brother’s office.

“Who is he talking about?” I ask, following him. Nite is on my ass as well.

“Fucking Ethan,” he snaps over his shoulder before coming to a stop and turning to face Nite and me. “Can I ride with you?” he asks Nite. “I need to run by somewhere.”

Nite nods once and pulls his keys out of his pocket.

“I can take you,” I offer.

Grave waves me off, and I look at Nite. “Text me if you need me.”

Nite walks off, trying to keep up with Grave when I hang back and pull out my cell to check it. Still nothing from Alexa. Deciding I’ll make my move, I pocket my phone and head toward the parking garage. I’m almost to my car when I hear my name being called out behind me.

“Cross?”

I turn around and let out a sigh when I see Rachel running after me. Giving her my back, I say, “I have somewhere to be.”

“Hey?” She grabs my shoulder and spins me around to face her. “That was nothing. He’s nothing,” she rushes out, licking her lips. Her once dark red lipstick now rubbed off due to her kissing Mitch back in Mason’s office.

I’m not sure why she cares what I saw. It doesn’t change anything between us. “It’s fine. You can fuck whoever you want.”

She flinches and lets out a deep breath from running to catch up with me. “I just wanted you to know that … he …”

“Mitch.” I say his name, and her light brown eyes widen as if I wouldn’t know him. A part of being a King is knowing everyone.