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“What happened?” Gordon Vitiosis, aka my piece of shit uncle and only branch of family I ever had, though he’s a fucking disappointment to not just our name, but the entire existence of humans in general, asks.
“There was an explosion at the manor and she was inside.” I flip open my bottled water and take a sip. “Not that I owe you a fucking apology, since you left her out to die.”
He doesn’t answer.
I grit my teeth. “Just so you know, Bailey grew to be a feisty, opinionated, and above all, passionate girl who would do about anything for those she loved most. It’s your loss that you missed out on that.” I hang up my phone and shove it into my pocket, making my way out of the gym. I pause when I find Saint in the dining room, biting into a bagel.
“Have you slept?” she asks, her head tilting to the side.
“No,” I answer truthfully, ignoring her interrogating gaze. When I turn back to face her after pouring coffee, she’s still watching me. “Say it, Saint.”
“I didn’t say anything.” She moves a spoon through whatever it is inside her glass. “This place is beautiful. Do you stay here often?”
My eyes narrow. “Are you asking me if I bring girls here because I never have to the manor?”
She puckers her lips and I know that’s all she’s been thinking about since waking up. Saint isn’t insecure, so her bringing this up means it must be bothering her. “This isn’t the right time to have this conversation, so we’ll leave it for later.”
“Yeah,” I answer, boring my eyes into her. “Not right now.” I don’t put her out of her misery by telling her no way in hell did any girl or woman ever fuck me in my space, but I’m too pissed at her for bringing it up. The elevator door dings and I know it’s one of The Kings or Be
Ophelia and Ivy walk in first, with Be
“Girls wanted to see her,” Be
“Yeah, just separate plots.” I empty my coffee down the sink. “How were these two?”
Be
“What? She’s immune to your charm?” I roll my eyes. “Who would have thought.”
He stares at me with wide eyes. “Nothing works on her. At all.”
“Good. Leave her alone.” We both watch them as they talk between each other—with the exception of Ivy. “What’d you find on the other two?”
Be
I nod. “Thanks, Be
“Yeah?”
“They’re both at the funeral home. We’ve all agreed that the sooner they’re buried the better, for all of us.”
My knee jiggles. “I agree.”
“So Bailey will be buried in the Vitiosis plot, and Cash in The Kings’ crypt.”
“Yeah, how are we going to work that?”
“We’ll have the wake at my house.”
“What, your actual house? It’s ready?” Bishop and Madison started the build of their home in Riverside before she went ru
“It was ready last week, but we were out. It gave Madison enough time to do all that girl shit and furnish it. If I knew the furnishings were going to be in the digits they’re in, I would have done it myself. I think she’s punishing me by spending money.”
I slip on my boots after putting him on speaker. “Would you rather her just shoot you again?”
He pauses, and I know he’s giving me a dirty look. Him dragging her back from New Zealand wasn’t easy this time around. He has a scar on his chest to vouch for that. “Fuck off.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “She’s going to be fucked-up over Cash. Make sure you’re doing all the right things and not being a complete fucking bastard to her.”
“What, you’re better?” He scoffs through the phone.
“Motherfucker, I’m cold, not a bastard. There’s a difference.”
“Mmhmm, and I suppose only Saint sees that difference.”
“Are you done?” I ask blandly, about ready to end our conversation because it’s going nowhere fast.
“No.” He silences, and I know he must be second-guessing the next words that come out. “We need to talk about Reaper shit.” My blood turns cold.
“—I’m not giving it up, Bishop. Not until the next King, being my own, takes my place.”
“Even if it bothers Saint?”
“Even if it bothers her, which she hasn’t told me it has. She knew what I did before she crawled her way onto my dick. Non-negotiable.”
“Because you still need it?” Bishop asks quietly.
I pause, my lashes sprawling out over my cheeks every time I blink. “Yeah, I can’t imagine a time I won’t.”
“All right. I’ll see you a little later tonight. The girls have pla
“Of course they have.” I end the call and toss my phone onto the bed.
“Was that Bishop?” Saint asks from the doorway. She has obviously showered, wearing fresh clothes, but her face is free of makeup.
“So you girls pla
She moves farther into the room, before spreading her sexy as fuck legs wide and sinking herself down on top of me. Both knees are buried into the mattress, her fingers around the back of my neck. I rest my hands over her ass, looking up at her. “While we were on the flight home last night…”
“Hmmm,” I say, leaning up and swiping my tongue across her bottom lip. She has six seconds to say what she needs to say before I’m about to fuck her until she breaks.
“That’s what happens when you go quiet on me.” I pick her up and fling her onto her back, spreading each leg wide while resting between her thighs.
I grind my hips into her. “Wa
She smiles up at me, and it looks so fucking cute. “Actually, yeah.” She leans up and sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. I groan, fighting my eyes from rolling to the back of my head. “Do your worst.” The final word barely escapes as a whisper before my teeth sink into the side of her neck.