Arranged love

I snort at the question, but my heart is now racing because it’s true. The thought of him with other women has haunted me ever since he left me for Italy. Now he’s going to openly do it in front of me. “No.”

“Liar.” He wraps his arm around my towel, pulling me to him. His other tangles in my wet hair. “I’ll tell you what.” He lowers his lips to my ear, and I hold my breath. “How about you fall to your knees and suck my dick to try to keep me faithful?”

I try to pull back, but he keeps me captive. “You son of a-”

“You remember how I like it?” he interrupts me, his hand yanking my head back and forcing me to look up at him with tears in my eyes. I refuse to let them fall. Letting go of my waist, he runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. His eyes boring into mine. I see the amusement in his. He’s enjoying this, and it’s breaking my heart. “You were always so good at opening that mouth for me when I wanted it.”

My hands fist his freshly pressed button-down, hoping I wrinkle the fuck out of it. “You’re not the only one I got on my knees for,” I say, hoping to fucking shatter any thoughts he has of me. I want this fucker to hate me as much as I hate him. Even if I have to lie.

His face grows as hard as stone, and his eyes narrow on me. I can feel his body stiffen as he holds me tighter. Closer. I don’t dare move. Or breathe. We glare at one another. I wait to see what he does next because I know he contemplates snapping my neck.

Thankfully, the door opens, and he shoves me away. I look up to see Nite enter the massive walk-in closet. He holds out his right hand to Luca.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

My eyes widen. “Is that my phone?” I ask. Did that fucker dig through my purse to retrieve it? He had to. It was on the bed downstairs …

“Thanks, Nite.” Luca says tightly and then places the phone in the pocket of his slacks.

“Hey, that’s mine.”

Nite nods and exits the room, closing the door behind him.

Luca turns to me. “Nothing here is yours. Everything belongs to me. Even you.” Then he too turns and exits the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

LUCA

I SIT IN the driver’s seat of my car, scrolling through her phone. She didn’t have a lock on it, so it made this easier. I go through all her texts, calls coming and going, and nothing shows any sign of a guy that I can see. Everything consists of her friends, Emilee and Jasmine.

I go through her pictures. She doesn’t have many. They’re mostly of her and Jasmine. A few of her and Emilee.

Turning the phone off, I throw it onto the passenger seat and run a hand down my face. I’ve never felt so fucking jealous, so furious with her in my life. I wanted to strangle her. The thought of her touching another guy, let alone on her knees for another sends me into a rage. I’m gonna find out who it is, and I’m gonna break his goddamn legs.

Pulling my own cell out of my pocket, I shoot Nite a text.

Me: Don’t let her out of your sight.

He answers immediately. Yes, sir.

Her little stunt in the bathroom earlier earned her a babysitter. She wants to act like a kid, then I’ll treat her like one.

Thirty minutes later, I’m pulling into a parking lot right off the Strip. Glass in black letters is written on the side of the two-story building. I make my way around to the back and park next to a blacked-out Lamborghini Reventon. Only thirty-five were made in the world, and my business partner owns one of them.

Exiting my car, I walk up the metal staircase to the second floor and punch in the code on the keypad to unlock the door. I step inside and walk down the hallway, entering the first door on the right.

I walk over to the desk and drop Haven’s cell on top of it, right in front of my business partner.

His brows pull together as he looks at the picture of Haven and Emilee from when she went to visit her three months ago in Chicago. She doesn’t know that I know. But she hasn’t done a damn thing without my knowledge. That’s why I don’t understand how she could have been seeing someone and I missed it. She had to have been lying. And when I find out that’s the case, she will regret making up shit just to rile me up.

“What’s this about?” Bones asks, leaning back in his seat.

“Haven’s phone.”

He arches a brow. “And?”

“And nothing.” I sit down in the chair.

He reaches up and shoves the phone away. I smile to myself. He never speaks of Emilee, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgotten about her. You don’t ever forget the one who got away. Or more like the one you let go of.

“What couldn’t wait until later?” I ask. The bastard called me an hour ago and said to meet him up here. I had planned on going home and getting a few hours of sleep, but he doesn’t care about things like that. He and Titan rarely sleep. They only crawl into a bed if it’s to fuck a woman.

“Marco is on his way,” he answers.

“Ah.” I nod. “What do we plan on doing to him?”

“Not sure yet.”

So we could be burying a body in the desert in the next hour or not. Never know with Bones. Just depends on what kind of mood you catch him in.

Just then, the door opens, and the man of the hour enters. He doesn’t look like he’s been to bed yet either. He wears a pair of black jeans and a red collared shirt. It’s the dress code here at Glass for the male employees.

He looks from me to Bones and comes to a halt. “Bones?” he shrieks.

Everyone in Las Vegas knows the Dark Kings. They’re each feared for something different. Bones is known as the enforcer, but no one knows that he owns a part of Glass. He’s a silent business partner. So Marco probably thinks I hired him to work him over. Get his hands dirty for me.

“Have a seat.” I gesture to the chair I vacated.

“No, that’s okay …”

I grab his shirt and shove him down into it.

Bones grabs the remote, pointing it at the large monitor that hangs on the wall, and then pushes play.

The date in the lower right-hand corner shows three weeks ago. You see Marco working behind the bar, rushing around making drinks. Then you see the customer give him cash. He slips some in his back pocket and only rings up half of the cocktails he just made.

Bones pauses it. “I have fifteen more just like this.”

“I can explain …”

“We don’t need an explanation,” Bones says. “See …” He places his tatted hands flat on the desk “The only thing I care about is money. And you owe us five grand.”

“I … I can … I’ll …”

“You’ll pay us back,” I say.

He nods quickly and begins to dig in his pocket. He throws some twenties on the desk. “That’s everything I have on me.” He quickly pats his other pockets to double-check.

Bones ignores the money and grabs a blank piece of paper from the printer. He sets it on the desk along with a pen. “Sign this.”

“What?” Marco blinks.

“I said sign it.”

“But there’s nothing there.” His round eyes look it over.

There’s a tic in Bones jaw. “If you don’t sign your name on this, I will break both of your hands. Do you understand?”

The guy grabs the pen and scribbles his name down.

“You have five days to come up with the money,” he says, falling back down into his seat.

Marco nods, jumps up, and storms out without another word. He doesn’t have to be told twice.

The door slams shut, and Bones leans his head back, closing his eyes.

“Go home. Get some rest,” I tell him. “You look like shit.”

He runs a hand down his unshaven face. “I’m heading to Kingdom.”

No one knows about our business deal here. Two years ago, I went to Bones with a plan. I wanted to start a business that didn’t involve my father. I wanted something that was completely mine. Something I had control over. I had the perfect place and the money. I just needed someone to help me with it while I was in Italy. A partner.