Grave (Dark Kingdom, #3) — Chapter no 33

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

GRAVE

I SIT IN the waiting room at the hospital with April on my right and Emilee on my left. By the time Dr. Lane finished pumping her stomach, the ambulance arrived.

Lucy is going to be admitted and kept for a seventy-two-hour hold.

No one has spoken. I was surprised to see my brother show up at Lucy’s penthouse. I had April call Dr. Lane. He probably immediately called Titan who then called Bones. I know what they thought. April calling them crying about a girl named Lucy … They thought I was fucked up with her.

It’s happened before—other than the time April found me passed out on the floor at the Airport. I’ve never done drugs wanting to commit suicide, though. April was right—Lucy was crying out for help. And I’m thankful she wanted to go and check on her. Otherwise, she would have died there in her bed alone.

April lays her head on my shoulder, and I pull away from her. She looks up at me, those ice blue eyes no longer red from tears, but they look tired. I wrap my arm over her shoulders and pull her into me.

“Is she going to be okay?” she asks softly.

“Yeah,” I say, but honestly, I don’t know. Lucy has a long road with recovery. But my main concern is will she want to get the help she needs?

The emergency doors open, and I pull away from April to stand when I see Trey and Tanner enter. “Where is she?” Tanner asks the moment he

spots me.

“She’s been admitted …”

“What the fuck happened?” Trey demands.

I run a hand over my hair. “She overdosed.”

“What the fuck were you doing with her?” He bumps his chest into mine.

I take a step back, lifting my hands. It’s been one hell of a day, and I’m not in the mood to fight. Not like this. Not here.

“He wasn’t with her.” I hear April snap from behind me. “She sent him a video …”

“April.” I shake my head, my way of telling her to sit down and shut the fuck up “He saved her life!” she yells, not listening.

“April!” I shout.

“Sit your ass down, bitch!” Trey yells at her.

I turn back to face him, fist my hand, and punch him in his fucking face.

So hard it shoves him back through the sliding glass doors. I walk outside but am shoved to the side. Bones comes to stand beside me and pulls his gun out of the back of his jeans Trey steps up to the barrel. “Are you going to start a war over a whore?”

he asks.

My brother cocks the gun. “Are you?”

Trey pulls his shoulders back and looks at me. Then at April. His dark eyes run up and down her body, lingering on her chest. It makes my blood boil knowing he’s thinking of her the way he was taught. Like the woman in the photo hanging in their office. He raises his right hand and rubs his chin, his lips turning up at the corner. “Did Grave tell you that my sister sucked his dick that night? Right before you found him unconscious on the floor.”

My body tenses. They know exactly what we did because there are cameras in there. I’m sure the fucker watched it.

April doesn’t say anything, but I can feel her anger instantly. Like a fire at my back, heating my skin. I stay facing Trey. As long as she’s behind me, they’ll have to go through me first.

He takes a step toward me. Bones keeps the gun pointed at him, ready to fire if need be. “And did he tell you that she drugged his drink?”

“Trey!” I snap.

“Is that true?”

I expected that question from April, but it came from my brother. I ignore him.

Trey laughs as his eyes land back on mine. “They expected you to be fucked up, so they never even questioned it.” He looks at April. “But you?

You, of all people, I thought you’d give him the benefit of the doubt.” He

looks her up and down again, this time licking his lips. “You were the name he called out while she was on her knees. And I’d like to know why.”

I lunge at him. My body hits his so hard that it knocks the wind out of me. We hit the concrete sidewalk, and I don’t even think. I just start pounding on his face. No way in hell will I let him touch her. He’s already sent his men after her once. It won’t happen again.

My fist hits the side of his face, and blood splatters the sidewalk.

“Fucking touch her and I’ll saw your fucking hands off!” I warn.

I go to hit him again, but I’m yanked back by Titan. He shoves me to the side. I wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my bloody hand.

Tanner leans down and picks up his dazed brother. “Get the fuck out of here,” he growls.

“We have a deal!” I shout at him, and I want to know that he’s going to honor it.

He nods. “We have a deal.” Then he drags his brother back through the double glass doors into the hospital.

I’m gasping for breaths. My hand hurts, and I’m fucking tired. “Fuck!” I shout, turning around to look for April. “April?” I call out when I don’t see her.

“She went to the car with Emilee,” Titan reassures me.

I go to step off the sidewalk to the parking garage when Bones slaps his hand to my chest. “Was that true?”

I take in a long breath. “Why the fuck do you care?”

He sighs heavily, putting his gun away. “Grave …”

“I’m just a druggie with a death wish.”

APRIL

“COME ON,” I say, helping Grave into his house. I had to drive him home from the hospital. His hand is swollen, and he hasn’t said it, but I know he’s hurting. He hit the concrete hard.

I was so pissed at him when the guy announced what Grave and Lucy did. And then he just kept going on, and I got angry for a different reason.

That’s why Grave didn’t want to go check on her. Because she had drugged him. That’s why he wasn’t nice when she cried in his lap on her bathroom floor. That’s why she had said she was sorry. He knew what she did.

Why didn’t he tell me? Was he embarrassed? He let me stand there and slap him over and over while I blamed him for being an addict. I know Grave has a past with drugs, but I never saw him high. I found it so off that he was always hanging out with me and then dumped me for her and drugs that night. And instead of questioning him about it, I turned on him.

We pull into the Kings compound and I park the car in his roundabout driveway. Not bothering with the garage. He gets out of the car before I can even help him. I walk behind him up his stone steps with my hands up hoping he doesn’t fall down them. He unlocks the front door and slams it shut behind us.

“Here.” I grab his left arm and throw it over my shoulders before he can even protest and start up the stairs to his second story.

I kick his bedroom door open and walk him to the adjoining master bathroom. He leans up against the white marble countertop. “You can take

my car,” he states.

I look at him in the mirror. “What?”

His blue eyes meet mine. “You can drive my car home. I’ll have someone

come get it tomorrow.”

“Grave …”

“You don’t have to stay here with me. I’m fine.” He turns his back to me and starts to walk over to his glass shower that sits over in the corner of his overly large bathroom. It has three sides made from nothing but glass so you can see inside of it.

I bow my head and let out a long breath. “I understand you’re mad at me.

I’m sorry for turning my back on you.”

“I’m not mad,” he says softly.

I look up at him through my lashes. “You should be.”

He runs his left hand through his hair, keeping his back to me. “I hurt you. I lied to you. I did everything that I didn’t want to do … to you.”

I walk up to him and place my hands on his back. He stiffens at the touch. I immediately pull away. “I shouldn’t have assumed the worst.”

He turns around. His eyes scan mine for a second before he looks away.

“I’m an addict, April.” My chest tightens at his confession. Hearing others say it just isn’t the same as him admitting it. “You were right.” His eyes come back to mine. “They are all right. You deserve better than me.”

“I was wrong,” I argue.

“No, you weren’t,” he says, and I fist my hands.

He’s going to push me away. It’s what I did to him. “Don’t do this.” I

shake my head.

“Do what?”

“Stop!” I order, getting angry with him. Myself. “Quit pretending you don’t know what’s going on here.”

His blue eyes glare down at me. “You may go,” he states, dismissing me as though I’m nothing to him. As if the last month didn’t happen.

I snort at his words. “I’m not leaving.”

“April …” he growls. “Turn around and walk away. You did it before without even thinking about it.”

“I thought you cheated on me,” I snap defensively.

“I fucking did,” he yells.

“You thought she was me,” I argue.

“And that makes you forgive me?” He snorts. “Thought you deserved better than that?”

I slap him across the face and instantly regret it when I see my handprint burning red on his cheek. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my hands cupping my face as tears sting my eyes.

“Aren’t you tired of lying to yourself?” he asks. “Because I’m tired of doing it.” He hangs his head, shaking it.

“Grave …” I choke on his name.

“Leave, April.” With that, he turns his back on me and opens the shower door to turn on the water.

I hang my head; the first tear runs down my cheek as I turn and exit his bathroom. I close the door behind me and lean back against it. My legs unable to move. My mind screaming not to make the same mistake twice.

Emilee told me to communicate, and Jasmine told me to fight if I want it.

And I know now more than ever that I want him. We made mistakes. I can admit that. That doesn’t mean I want to give up.

I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and open the bathroom door.

Steam fills the large space as I stomp over to the shower and yank it open.

“I’m not leaving!” I snap.

Stepping out from under the sprayer, he turns to face me. His blue eyes are tired, possibly sad. I’m not sure which at this point. “April …”

“No, Grave! I will not let you …” My words trail off as I spot his arm.

Purple, blue, and black ink cover his right arm in a sleeve. “What …?” My

heart begins to pound in my chest. “Why?” It’s the only word I can think of.

“Why would you do that?” My eyes manage to meet his.

His eyes stare down into mine intently. “A woman drew this, and I thought it was so beautiful that I wanted to show it off to the world.”

“It’s me.” I choke, those damn tears stinging my eyes once again. He makes me so emotional. “My drawing …”

“It is.” He nods once. “I had to have it.”

“Why?” The first tear falls down my cheek.

“Because.” He reaches out, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the shower. Clothes and all. “You are gorgeous, April. The most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever seen.”

Another tear falls. “But we … we broke up,” I say.

“So?” He frowns. “You think that made me love you any less?”

My breath gets caught in my lungs. “You love me?” I whisper.

“More than anything.”

I sniff, my chest tightening with remorse. I had so much I wanted to say to him. How I wasn’t going to leave him. How I wouldn’t allow him to do this to him or to me. But now the words mean nothing. “I love you. And I should have told you …”

His lips crash onto mine, cutting off my rambling. I open for him, tasting my own tears. His hands go to my shirt, and I lift my arms above my head and pull away just long enough for him to remove the fabric.

“I love you,” I mumble against his lips.

He growls, his hands yank my shorts undone and shove them down my legs. I kick them off. Spinning us around, he slams my back into the wall, shielding the water with his body. Then his lips are back on mine as he slides into me.

I throw my head back, pulling my lips from his to cry out. I forgot what he felt like. How big he was. He starts to move, after getting a better grip of my body.

My hands go around his neck, and I grasp his hair between my fingers.

He wraps his free hand around my neck, and my pussy tightens. My lips part, and I suck in a ragged breath.

I look at him through heavy eyes, and he’s already watching me. The sound of our bodies slapping and the shower running fills the room along with our heavy breathing. My toes start to curl, and I close my eyes when the sensation takes over. “Oh, God.” I gasp.