Cross (Dark Kings 3)

“God, that was awesome. She’s such a bitch,” Emilee states, referring to Rachel. “Our girl needs a drink.”

Titan already has one lined up and places it on the bar in front of her, and she throws it back.

I take the empty glass and slide it across the bar. “We need to go.”

“What?” The girls whine.

I don’t even give her a chance to argue with me. Taking her hand, I start dragging her out of this place. The Kings and I are bloody; we all need showers. People don’t even look at us twice here. Shit like this happens at the Airport all the time. I just need to get her home before I end up killing someone else tonight. Thankfully, Turner offered to take care of the body we left in one of their cells. Otherwise, we’d be heading out to the desert to bury it.

“My brother spilled my drink all over me.” I hear April telling Grave as he drags her along too.

“I’ll take care of it,” he assures her.

“He was mad we were here,” she goes on, sounding sad.

“I’m sure he was,” he tells her through gritted teeth.

We make it to our cars. The girls hug goodbye, and we put them in our cars before I turn to the Kings.

“Any word on where Ethan went?”

“No,” Grave growls. “But that fucker is dead. I’m tired of this shit …” His voice trails off as he looks over at Bones. Grave’s eyes are full of remorse. For once, he finally realizes what he’s put his brother through all those years. The worrying, the unknown. Granted, he never put his brother’s life in danger like Ethan has April, but it’s not much different.

Bones slaps his brother on the shoulder. “We’ll find him.”

We look over as we hear someone approaching, and it’s Derek. His wide eyes look each of us over, seeing the blood that still remains on our clothes. Bones is by far the filthiest. “You guys okay?” he asks, swallowing.

“Where the fuck did you go?” I bark, ignoring his question. He left them. Just like I told him not to.

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I saw Mitch and went over to talk to him to keep him away from Alexa. He was acting strange, avoided me, and came up with some lame excuse that he had to go. Then I decided to order a drink before I returned to the girls. As I was ordering, I looked over in time to see Ethan spill April’s drink and Jasmine shoved him away… then they stormed off to the bathroom. What was I supposed to do?”

I can’t be mad that he went over to talk to Mitch because he did the right thing. “You walk into the women’s bathroom like you fucking belong there!”

He snorts as if that’s absurd. But it’s not, not here. I’ve done it to protect the girls. Other men do it with bad intentions.

“I’m out,” Titan tells us, giving us Kings handshake hugs. “I wouldn’t be surprised if my wife is puking in my car right now.” He chuckles.

“See you in the morning,” I call out as he climbs into his Maserati.

“Are you drunk?” Bones asks Derek.

“No. I only had one drink. Didn’t get to finish the second one I ordered.”

“Here, Jasmine’s in her passenger seat. Drive her home.” He goes to hand him the keys but then pulls them back. “Drive her home and then you go home. Got it?”

“Got it,” Derek agrees.

With that, Bones drops the keys in his hand, and gets into his car.

“Hey, I’m sorry, Cross.” Derek sighs heavily. “I didn’t think—”

“It’s fine,” I interrupt him. “It all worked out. This time.”

With that, I give him my back and get into my driver’s seat. Alexa stays silent in the passenger seat, but I can feel the heat radiating off her body. She’s pissed. I can’t say I blame her.

Taking a quick look over at her, I ask, “Going to tell me what happened back there?”

“I don’t see the point.”

I snort. “You’re joking, right?”

She stays silent.

“I found you on top of another woman in the bathroom. That’s the point.”

She’s got her head leaning back against the headrest. Opening her eyes, she tilts her head to the side so she can look at me. “I hate Rachel.”

“Why? Because I fucked her? Alexa … she meant absolutely nothing to me.”

“I can’t help who you fucked before me. Just like you can’t help who I’ve been with.”

I tighten my hand on the steering wheel at that thought. Fucking Mitch. I can understand how she feels about Rachel because I want to fuck him up for ever touching her.

“She fucked Mitch.”

So she does know that he’s sleeping with her? I didn’t think she’d care. Obviously, I was wrong. “What?” I growl. “Why the hell do you care that she fucked your ex?”