“Hey, sexy,” I say, looking her over. She wears a pair of black booty shorts and a white sheer crop top. She’s got her dark hair pulled up into a high ponytail and her makeup done heavy with red lips. They match his car.
“Look at you.” She looks me up and down. “Fucking hot, girl.” Coming over to me, she gives me a kiss on the cheek that I return. As I’m turning around, I see Titan and Cross are standing over by his car whispering.
I can’t make out what they’re saying. Cross just happens to look up and see me watching. He turns, giving me his back, and continues talking.
What the fuck? We said no secrets.
A white BMW i8 pulls up next to Titan’s car, and Jasmine gets out. “Look at you two hot bitches,” she announces, pulling down her black mini skirt.
Emilee laughs, and I smile, but it drops the moment that I see her passenger door open and who exits. “Derek?” My arms fall to my sides.
I notice that Titan and Cross pause their secret conversation to look over at us.
I look at Jasmine. “Why would you bring him? He’s been nothing but mean to you.”
She smiles. “Yeah, but he called me and apologized. So, I offered him a ride.”
“May I talk to you for a moment?” I grab his upper arm and pull him across the parking garage.
“Alexa …?”
“I got it, Cross!” I snap at him.
“What is your problem?” Derek asks, yanking his arm from my grip once we’re away from the others.
I point my finger in his face. “I don’t know what you’re doing …”
“I’m trying to make things right.” He sighs. “After today, I understand the dick that I’ve been.”
“This better not be a joke, Derek,” I warn.
“Look.” He looks over my shoulder, I’m guessing to make sure Cross and Titan aren’t on their way over here, then back to me. “I love you. No matter who you are with. I still think they’re fucking insane.” He presses his hand to his chest where he was burned. “But I understand that the Kings are someone to have on your side. I want to make things right. Not only for you but also for April. If Ethan is in as much trouble as you say, I want to make sure he gets the help he needs.”
“Thank you.” I give him a small smile, and he pulls me in for a hug. “But just so you know, they will kill you, so don’t fuck this up.” I pat him on the back.
I now know a little of what Cross and the other Kings are capable of. I’m sure the fire marshal in their pockets is just one person of many that they have for resources.
“And don’t mention the baby to April. No matter how much you want to give her your condolences,” I add quickly, trying to think of everything I want to say.
“I wouldn’t. Never.” He shakes his head.
“Everything okay?” Cross asks me when I walk back over to the cars.
“Yep,” I answer.
“Alexa.” He grabs my arm, bringing me to a stop. His green eyes search mine before he speaks. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re keeping secrets from me.” I arch a brow, daring him to lie.
He lets go of me and looks over at Titan who is now talking to Bones, who just arrived in his blacked-out Lamborghini Reventon. “Yes, but it wasn’t intentional. We just started sharing an hour ago,” he whisper-shouts, getting irritated about something.
True, but he could have told me while we were in the car on the way here. “Will you tell me later?” I challenge.
“Of course.” He leans in, kissing my forehead, and I let him grab my hand, pulling me over to everyone.
Just then, a Dodge Challenger SRT Demon pulls up and parks. As expected, Grave and April get out of the car. She’s dressed in a white off-the-shoulder sweater dress. She’s got her dark purple hair braided down the center and all pulled up in a big messy bun high on her head. Her lipstick matches her hair, and she’s got smoky eyes with thick black liner. She looks stunning.
“Racing tonight?” Titan asks Grave, looking over his car. “She stays in the garage otherwise.”
“No. Just thought I’d drive her,” Grave answers. He holds his hand out for April, and she takes it, cuddling into his side with a soft smile on her face as she looks up at him adoringly.
They seem happier. Better than when I saw them together last in the Royal Suite. Grave looks over at my brother for a quick second and then dismisses him.
I have a feeling tonight isn’t going to go how the Kings are planning. That’s just not our luck lately.
“Are we ready?” Bones asks, looking around as if he’s counting everyone.
I’m not sure where Haven and Luca are, but they must not be coming.
“Yeah,” Cross answers, taking my hand, and we lead the way into the Airport.
CROSS
WE STAND AT the bar getting the girls drinks. It’s a weekday, so it’s not as packed as the usual weekend crowd. Thank God. I really wasn’t in the mood to go out at all tonight. I wanted to spend my evening in bed with Alexa, but I needed to be here for Grave however I can. Even if that means looking for Ethan.
“He’s got about thirty minutes!” Titan shouts over the song “Raging on a Sunday” by Bohnes.
“Gives us plenty of time.” I sip on my rum and Coke, pulling my cell out with my free hand. Setting the glass on the bar, I send a quick text.
Me: We’re here.
He reads it immediately, and I look up at the black domes hanging from the ceiling, knowing they’re watching us. We’re here to kill two birds with one stone tonight.
My phone vibrates, and I read the incoming text.
Turner: Come on down.
Pocketing my cell, I lean into Titan. “They’re ready.” He walks over to get Bones and Grave while I grab Derek’s neck, yanking him to me.
“Hey …”
“Don’t leave your sister’s side,” I growl.
He nods quickly. “I know the plan.”
I lied to Alexa. We are here for Ethan, but we’re also here for other reasons. We didn’t want to leave the girls at home, so I made sure Derek came along to be the babysitter. “We won’t be long.” I shove him away. Just because he’s decided to kiss our asses doesn’t mean I have to like him. I love his sister, not him, but I might as well make him useful. He’ll be family one day since I’m going to marry Alexa. If I have it my way, someday soon.
“Let’s go,” I say, throwing what’s left of my drink back.
“Cross …?”
“I’ll be right back,” I tell Alexa. “Do not leave this bar. You understand?”
She nods. “Of course.” Leaning up on her tiptoes, she kisses my lips, and a growl forms deep in my throat at the reminder this is the last place I want to be tonight, but business calls.
“Hurry back.” She smiles up at me. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
The Airport sits on two-hundred-and-fifty acres, has five stories of the original airport, and turned the Mason Towers—what was once a hotel next to it—into apartments they rent out. But underneath the airport is where the Mason brothers play.
The Kings and I make our way downstairs to the underground tunnels. The existing, functional airport had a bomb shelter back in the seventies.