Cross (Dark Kings 3)

“Has Luca found the guy’s address?” His wallet was in the center console of his car, but it didn’t have a driver’s license, and the car wasn’t even registered to him. It was another dead end. No surprise there.

“He told me he’s got Nite working on it when I spoke to him an hour ago.”

I sigh. Well, there’s nothing else we can do other than wait and see who gets answers first.

ALEXA

I’M CLOSING DOWN the bar later that night when my door opens, and I see Jasmine enter. “Don’t you ever sleep?” I ask her.

“Sleep is for the weak. Only those willing to sacrifice will ever make it.” She sits down across from me. “I’ve always preferred the night over the day.”

“Well …” I slap the bar. “I’m actually glad you’re here because I have something for you.” Walking to the other end of the bar, I pull my purse out of the cubby and remove the paperwork that I picked up on the way to work earlier this evening. Bones and Cross weren’t the only two Kings I spoke to while at Kingdom this morning. I had messaged Emilee yesterday when I went to Jasmine’s house, asking her if Titan could help me out with something. Jasmine mentioning an NDA and an attorney gave me the little information I needed. I don’t know any attorneys, but Titan does. After I explained to Emilee what I needed one for, she told me Titan would meet with me this morning. “Here you go.” I slap it down in front of her.

“What’s this?”

“This is me paying you back.” I say the same thing she said to me when she showed up here with the papers for Kink.

True to his word, Titan called his attorney while I was sitting in his office this morning, I explained what I wanted, and he had the papers drawn up within an hour.

She frowns but opens it up and pulls out the contents. Her green eyes scan over it quickly. Then they snap up to glare at me. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope.” I shake my head with a smirk on my face. “One hundred percent. All in.”

She sets it down and sighs. “This is not what I meant …”

“I know. This is what I want to do.”

“Alexa …”

“You and me, Jasmine. I trusted you. Now you trust me.”

She drops her head, running her hand through her hair. Then she flips it back and stands with a big smile on her face. I added her to Lucky’s as a partner. I want her to know that I have as much faith in her as she does me.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ALEXA

THE NIGHTCLUB AT Kingdom is more stressful than I thought it would be. I’ve run my small bar for one year now, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many people in a week at my bar who are here in just one night.

Crown has three stories, two dance floors, four bars, and bottle service. The place is like nothing I’ve ever seen before, and I love it.

The rush. The demand. I like being on my toes. I’ve been working here for two weeks, and it never lets up. There are no slow nights. Just busy and busier. Plus, they stay open until four in the morning. I’ve always closed Lucky’s at two because it just doesn’t have the crowd to stay open the extra two hours. My schedule is thrown off, making me extremely tired.

“I’m going to use the restroom really quick!” I yell in the barback’s ear. I’ve held it for too long, waiting for it to slow down, but it’s not going to happen.

He nods his head and shouts, “Okay!”

I take off and rush out from behind the bar and down the left hallway. Thankfully, there’s not a long line. Once done, I wash my hands and step back out into the hallway just as the men’s door opens across from me, and I come face-to-face with my ex Mitch.

It’s deja vu that night at the Airport.

“Alexa,” he says, surprised. His dark eyes drop to my Kingdom sleeveless crop top that I wear, and the smile disappears. “You’re kidding, right?”

I’ve ignored every text and call he’s sent me since I saw him at the Airport. I thought avoiding him was enough. That he would eventually let it go. But as luck has it, here he is. The cockroach that just won’t die. “What?” I cross my arms over my chest. Bitch mode activated.

“You’re working for him now too?” he growls.

I don’t like the way he says it. Like I’m Cross’s little bitch.

“What happened to Lucky’s?” He digs when I don’t confirm what is so obvious.

“That’s none of your business,” I state.

He laughs. “Your brother did say it was going under.”

“What?” I demand. My brother was talking to him about the bar? What the fuck? “When did you see him?”