Bones (Dark Kingdom, #5) — Chapter no 32

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

BONES

I’M INSIDE THE meat locker, letting out my anger on a man who has been skimming money from us when the door opens, and Titan enters.

He props his back against the door, crossing his tatted arms over his chest. “What do you want?” I ask before punching the guy in the face.

Fuck, I’m in a horrible mood right now.

“I’ll wait,” he answers.

I punch the guy again, and he falls out of the chair. I chose not to tie him down. I’m in for the fight right now. I reach down and grab his shirt, yanking him to his feet and slamming his back into the wall. I go to hit him again, but he ducks, making my fist hit the wall. “Fuck,” I hiss, and the guy shoves me back.

I hit the desk. Thankfully, it’s bolted down, and as he runs for me, I lift my foot. My boot connects with his chest, knocking him off his feet. I yank him up and grip the back of his hair, slamming his face into the desk over and over until his body goes slack.

Letting go of him, he falls to the floor, knocked out. I turn to face Titan, fisting my hand that hit the wall, trying to gauge if it’s broken. “What?” I snap.

“Turner called me. Guess who was at the Airport?”

“I don’t know.” I sigh, not wanting to play this damn game. “Who the

hell was it?”

“Matteo.”

I frown. “Why the fuck would he be there?” I ask. Luca would be seen there, but not the others. They’re too uptight for that environment. They’re too good for the Mason brothers and the Airport.

He shrugs. “Turner said he was there watching a poker game but didn’t stay long. Left after he got a phone call.”

Someone knocks on the door, and Titan moves away to open it. Cross enters and looks at the passed-out guy on the floor. “You’re not answering

your cell.” His eyes come to meet mine.

“I’ve been busy.” I shut it off and left it in my car after I left the hospital.

I didn’t want to take the chance of Mia calling me and begging me to let her stay. I won’t be able to walk away from her again. I’ve already done it twice.

“Haven called me. She said she’s been trying to get ahold of you.” Cross goes on.

“Is Luca okay?” Titan is the one who asks.

“Yeah,” he answers but keeps his eyes on mine. “They can’t find Mia.”

I stiffen. “What do you mean they can’t find Mia? She’s with Nite.”

That’s the only reason I left her there was because Luca said he wanted her to go with him.

Cross shakes his head. “Nite arrived at the hospital, and she’s nowhere to be found. Luca immediately called Dr. Lane, and they were going to check the security cameras—”

I run past them and out the door of the meat locker, rushing to the elevator. “Fuck it,” I growl, shoving open the door to the stairs and running up the one flight to the main lobby that is our private entrance. I push open the glass doors and run downstairs to the back parking lot and my car. I catch sight of the Kings exiting as I squeal my tires on the pavement.

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I ENTER THE main office for the hospital security. “Where the fuck is she?” I demand.

Nite is standing in front of a few monitors. Haven stands next to him with a hand over her mouth, and Luca sits in a wheelchair to the right. A few machines that he’s still connected to are on rollers next to him. The room is dead silent at my entrance.

“Someone better fucking answer me,” I demand through gritted teeth.

Haven turns to face me, tears running down her face. “Matteo has her.”

“No.” I breathe. Is she the real reason he’s in town? If so, then why even go to the Airport? Did he want us to know he was here before he took her?

“How would he …?”

“It’s on the cameras,” Haven whispers. A security guard for the hospital hits a button, and I see her enter the frame on one of the screens. She’s got

her cell to her ear. You can see her speaking but can’t hear what she’s saying.

You see Matteo enter the frame behind her, but she’s oblivious to his presence. He pulls open his suit jacket, removes his gun from his shoulder holster, and points it at her back. My heart races as I watch her body stiffen.

Time seems to crawl as he speaks to her, and she turns around. She hits his chest, but he wraps his hand around her throat, choking her until she passes out. He lets her fall to the ground, hitting her head on the sidewalk. He puts his gun back in his holster before bending down to pick her up just as a car drives up. The back door opens from the inside, and he gets in with her before driving off. Leaving her cell on the ground behind him. The screen stops on the back of the car.

“The tag?” I ask roughly. My mind trying to think of any way that would

give us a hint as to where he took her.

“Came back stolen,” the guard answers.

“Her phone…”

Haven turns around and holds it out to me.

“The last person she called was Jasmine.” She sniffs as I take it in my shaking hand.

I hear the door open behind me, but I ignore it, knowing it’s just the Kings. They weren’t far behind me.

“Where would he have taken her?” Haven asks me, her watery eyes meeting mine.

How would I know? I had her location on her phone, but he left it behind. There’s no way for me to find her now. For all I know, she’s no longer even in the state of Nevada. Her father is in New York. So he could be taking her there or back to Italy.

“Shit.” I hear Titan sigh as he plays the video back for them to get caught up.

“He’ll call you, right?” Haven bites her bottom lip, still looking up at me expectantly. “They wanted her with you. So they’ll call you.”

At that, Luca turns his wheelchair around to glare up at me. “This is all

your fault.”

“Luca—”

“He did this!” Luce yells over Haven.

“It’s not my brother’s fault,” Grave snaps at him. I didn’t know he had come with Titan and Cross.

“He made her want to stay,” Luca argues. “If she had left …”

“Matteo would have found her no matter where she went,” Titan tells him.

I place my hands on either side of his wheelchair and lean over into his face. “This is your family’s fault. That includes you. And I promise you I’ll find her, but I’m going to slaughter every one of them. You and Mia will be the only living Bianchis when I’m fucking done.” And with that, I push off the chair and spin around, exiting the room.

MIA

I OPEN MY heavy eyes and instantly regret it. The bright lights hurt my sensitive eyes, and the smell of death makes me want to gag.

Blinking, I start to cough, making my already pounding head throb more.

Lifting my face, I look around to see I’m in a large room. I’m seated in a chair, my wrists tied to the back legs with rope. My ankles are tied to the front legs with the same unforgiving material.

My head falls back, and I close my eyes, swallowing. The pain in my throat makes me flinch.

“It’s about time you wake up.” I hear Matteo in the distance. “I was

afraid I killed you.”

“That would be kind of you,” I mumble.

His laughter fills the room. I lower my head and open my eyes to look at him. He pulls a chair to the center of the room to sit across from me. He spins it around backward and straddles it, placing his forearms across the back of it. He tilts his head to the side. “I’ve only got one question for you.”

I just stare at him, trying to figure out where we are. I don’t recognize it, but that’s not surprising. I’ve been limited as to where I could go since I arrived back in Vegas.

“If I fucked you right now, would you still bleed on my cock?”

My teeth grind, but I refuse to answer that.

His laughter fills the room as he stands from the chair and walks over to me. I try to cower into the chair, but it’s no use. There’s nowhere for me to go.

He walks behind me and reaches over my shoulder, sliding his hand down into my shirt, stretching out my collar to grab a breast, and I start fighting my restraints.

I feel his lips by my ear. “I knew you’d be his little whore. It was inevitable.”

“You’re fucking sick!” I scream, trying to fight him off, but I am unsuccessful.

“Oh, sis.” He chuckles, making the hairs on my neck rise. “You have no idea how sick men can be. Not yet anyway, but you will.” He pulls his hand out, and I slump into the chair, trying to catch my breath.

“Whatever you have planned, Dillan won’t fall for it,” I tell him, hoping I piss him off.

His laughter grows to the point it hurts my ears. “You think this has anything to do with Bones?” He shakes his head. “Dad doesn’t want his Kingdom. Never did, actually.”

My body tenses. “What do you mean? Never did?” I ask, getting a bad feeling.

He comes to stand in front of me. Placing both hands on my bare thighs, he digs his fingers into my skin, making me hiss in a breath as he places his face in front of mine. “The twins and I were just playing a trick on you,

Mia.”

“No—”

“I mean, it’s not every day a King pays ten million for a piece of ass.” He pushes off my legs, and they begin to shake. His black eyes run over my body tied to the chair, and he smirks, lowering his hands to his belt. He undoes it, and I start screaming and thrashing in the chair. His hand hitting my face quiets me. But only long enough to catch my breath. “Let’s see if that pussy was worth it.”

“Fuck you!” I scream, tears running down my face. “You motherfucker

—”

He slaps me again, cutting me off.

“Matteo,” a voice barks at him. “Leave her alone.”

I suck in a long breath, watching Richard enter the room. What the fuck?

I thought I’d never have to see him again after he slapped me around when he yanked me off that stage at the auction. “How? You’re helping him?”

“How else do you think I knew who bought you?” Matteo asks with laughter.

“But.” I drop my eyes to the floor, trying to figure out what I’m missing.

“You shot Luca.” I look back at Matteo. “You shot our brother to bring me back here. To force me back to Dillan.”

“What happened to Luca was a misfortune, but I assure you, I didn’t shoot him. And if I were to shoot our brother, I sure as fuck wouldn’t do it because of you.” He laughs at that.

Richard’s phone dings, and he pulls it out of his pocket. He reads over a text and then looks at Matteo. “We’ve got three days.”

My stomach sinks at that. Not sure what it means, but a gut feeling tells me it’s nothing good. Matteo confirms it when he smiles at me. “We’re about to find out just how much you’re worth.”