King:Las Vegas Bad Boys(38)

Chapter Twenty-Eight





Landon



When Eva finishes telling McQueen, Jack, and me the parts of Claire's story that she knows, we shake our heads, stunned.

It doesn't take long for me to realize Claire told me the truth on the phone.

I was an asshole when we talked.

Now that I've heard how badly she was hurt, I just want to scoop her up in my arms and keep her safe forever.

I can't believe Claire has been hurt so badly, and been so brave in  raising Sophia on her own. I hate that she carries her past around her  neck in shame, when the truth is she is the bravest, most beautiful  woman I've ever known.

"Who is this son of a bitch?" McQueen asks. "Because I'm gonna kill him."

"After I get done with him, he's all yours," Jack says.

I'm speechless. I want to murder the man who laid his fingers on my fiancée.

"The old divorce paperwork is in my room; let me get it," Eva says. "She  tried to throw it out, but I went through the trash and got it. She  signed it and everything, but was so traumatized she couldn't take the  next steps."

"No doubt. This man abused her, and then made her feel like she had no  voice. Men like him are weak and should be fucking punished. He's a  fucking bastard," McQueen says.

I look at him, wondering what story is in his past that makes him stand  up for women who've been abused. It makes me proud to call him a fucking  friend.

Eva returns after a minute, with a folder. "Here are the documents."

"His name is fucking Robert Mackle?" Jack asks. "Isn't he a football player? Robbie Mackle? Think he's the same guy?"

"Holy shit, you're right," McQueen says, taking the marriage certificate  from Jack's hand. "He played for the Salt Lake Runners for two years,  until he injured himself a year ago."

"Does Claire know that?" I ask Eva.

"I don't think so. She said his name to me once, and she said it was Bobby Mac. I had no idea."

"Jack, do you think the security guys at your club might have any contacts who do private investigations?" I ask.

"Of course. I can have guys on this in ten minutes."

"And then we need to go speak with Ace's lawyer, Mark Denzel," I say.  "He'll know the next steps. Claire will be a free woman soon."



Five hours later, I'm drinking another cup of coffee, fighting to keep  my eyes open; the day has been so long. I just want to get back to  Claire.

I want her to know I don't hold her past against her-but I also need to  tell her that if she thinks we're going to be  …  something, then she  needs to trust me. No more secrets.

And once she agrees I'll wrap my arms around her, hold her so close, and  make love to her all night. I need her skin on mine, and need her to  remember that I am her fucking man. She can trust me with anything.

But we still have a fucking shit-ton to deal with before I can get on a plane.

McQueen and Jack are rock solid. They have been all day.

Jack's investigator found out pretty quickly that Robert Mackle, injured  NFL receiver, spent a year in Vegas five years ago. Had an apartment in  his name, along with the name of his wife, Claire Mackle.

When I saw the file the P.I. accumulated in a few hours, I thought I was going to be sick.

Claire and Sophia deserve better than that piece of shit.

Denzel takes it in stride, having our back without question. "It's going  to be okay, Landon. Mackle's going to want to settle quietly, and I've  spoken with Claire. She doesn't want money; she just wants to get the  divorce."

I clench my jaw, pissed that Claire hasn't returned my calls all day. "You spoke with her?" I ask Denzel.

He nods. "Yes, and she was very clear and straightforward about the divorce."

"Good." It gives me a bit of breathing room to know she was being honest about wanting to end things with Mackle.







"She was. In fact, when I asked her about settling for money she told me  she didn't want to do anything for money, ever again." Denzel shrugs.  "Whatever that means."

I know exactly what that means. The deal she and I struck was all about money, about a big payday.

She doesn't want that.

And now, she won't answer my calls.

Maybe she doesn't want me either.

"So then," Denzel says, "all we need to discuss is this property you've purchased. You want to draw up an LLC?"

"Yes, and we need to get accounts set up," Jack says. "Ace and I are  both putting in fifty percent of the capital, and we need our GM to  begin receiving a paycheck, stat."

"Now, this is separate from the property, right?" Denzel asks. "McQueen, you invested in that as well, correct?"

"Right, Landon and I both did. But we're sad fuckers, we gots no more  dough. So. These guys are ponying up the money for the club."

"And the General Manager is Landon. He needs a paycheck to show his  woman he has a legit job," Jack says, smiling. "Though when she hears  you're part owner of a strip club ... not sure she's gonna be too  pleased."

"Oh, she'll love this strip club," I say, laughing for the first time  all day. "Just gotta make sure McQueen here isn't headlining when she  comes."

"Awkward much, right?" McQueen says, smiling.

The guys loved my idea for the business, and now we could get the hell out of Vegas and get home.

"I'll be in touch the moment I hear back from Mackle's lawyer. Probably  in the next day. And as far as The King's Diamond is concerned...?"

"Right," Jack says. "Denzel, did you get the paperwork from Ace and Geoffrey?"

"Sure did. Looks like you're both really expanding your portfolios," Denzel says. "Now investors in The King's Diamond as well."

I swallow my pride. I wish it was me with the money to invest, me with  the money to save my dad's business. But I'm grateful that Jack and Ace  are willing to help float them until they consolidate a dozen  storefronts and go with my idea of less stores, more luxury, celebrity  sponsors and exclusive branding at the new club.

The company will be saved, just at a different scale than Geoffrey was  trying to go. We'll become more niche, less mainstream-and we'll find  the right customers when we switch gears. I'm sure of it.

With our plan to salvage Dad's business, I can have the penthouse situated about The King's Diamond Vegas location.

I have a home. A job.

But I'm not sure if I have my woman. She deceived me, and now I'm getting the cold shoulder.

Just when I thought I had it all, it started to fall apart. I can't fix  everything, but I can move forward. I can show Claire how I'm nothing  like the man from her past.

I can show her I'm the fucking man of her dreams.



"I've never been on a plane," Sophia says loudly. "I'm scared, Gram. So scared." She clutches Eva's arm.

"It's fine, sweetie," Eva says, reaching into her bag for Sophia's  blanket. "It might be a long flight, boys," she says to us, smiling. "I  still can't believe we are going to England. This is insane."

I invited them along because Claire needs to know that being with me  means being with family. I can't ask her to start a life with me, and  not have them there.

"Gram, read me a story, pleeeeeeease?"

McQueen looks over at me, smiling. "You gonna be able to handle that gig?" He tilts his head at Sophia.

I don't know what to say. I fucking hope so.

"He'll be fine. He's always had a way with women," Jack says raising his beer, smirking.

The plane takes off, and an hour passes while Landon and McQueen and I  discuss the club. When a hand touches my arm, I turn and see Sophia  standing a foot away.

"Landon, will you sit next to me?" she asks. "I'm scared, and Gram is  sleeping. But Mama said you were her friend, so I feel safe with you."

"Of course," I say, trying to act as cool as possible, wanting to be the  person she needs right now. "Perhaps I could read you a story?"

"I love stories. Stories about Kings and Queens who live in castles.  Have you ever been to a castle, Landon?" she asks, as I lay her soft  pink blanket over her knees.

"As a matter of fact, I have been to a castle. My mum and dad live in one, and when the plane lands, we're going there."

Her eyes are bright, alive-just like her mother's-as I tell her about  the gardens and the rooms, the parlors and the butler. Then she asks the  question that only a five-year-old girl raised on Disney would ask.







"Does your castle have a princess?"

"It does. Your mum is there right now. She's a princess-to me at least."

Sophia smiles, nodding in agreement. Then her brows furrow as a question  crosses her mind. "Will she get a happily ever after, my mama?"

"I think so, Sophia. I think so."





Claire


The next morning I wake, determined to end the day with as much dignity  as possible. I ended last night in a puddle of tears, for the truth of  my past I had kept buried for so long.

Screw Emmy and Tess's advice. I needed to talk with Landon, to see if he  and I were anything. But I haven't spoken to him. When I finally tried  to call him, his phone went straight to voicemail. I couldn't even bear  to leave a message.