Chapter 25 Kingston
Kingston
Presley knelt in front of the large ottoman with her hands spread out over various images and papers.
Gio and I sat next to each other on the couch while we watched her sift through them and explain herself.
Her hair was down and she wore one of my T-shirts with nothing else.
It had made me hard earlier, which resulted in me pulling her into my lap during breakfast. She bounced on my cock while Gio took a call.
He watched her intently while the bulge in his pants increased, and then as soon as I released inside her, he put his call on speaker phone, then bent her over the table to fuck her himself.
Now, actually having fed her food, she explained she needed to talk to us about something.
“Do you guys have access to hackers?” she asked.
Gio nodded. “Best of the best.”
She straightened out a map of Italy. “Our engagement party was being held here.” She circled a spot on the map with a red pen. “We drove for exactly twenty-five minutes. I remember because I checked my phone when we left, and when we arrived.”
I leaned forward. “So, you’re wanting hackers to try and locate where he is based off that night, or just listings around?”
“I remember every detail of his house. I want a hacker who can see if there are any traffic cameras that—”
Gio shook his head. “This part of Italy is less progressive; you won’t have traffic cameras out here.”
“Well, we can start with a radius then,” she argued.
“Elvis, we’ve been on this for months trying to pinpoint exactly where he is. I’m not sure hackers are going to be able to help,” Gio explained softly.
She sat up taller, leaning back on the balls of her feet. “You didn’t have me before.”
I inspected her research, seeing the photo I did previously, of Scotty, knowing this was where all this was really coming from. “What’s the plan though…you’re planning on going or what?”
Shrugging the smallest bit, she explained, “The plan to go to Italy hasn’t changed. Even though we don’t have Adrian anymore, I plan to confront Scotty and take out of Markos.”
“Just confront Scotty?” Gio asked.
Her brows pulled in tight. “Well, no…I want to—” She trailed off again as if she couldn’t say it.
“You pulled the trigger that night, Elvis, when you were in front of his door. You didn’t know if you’d kill him or not. I know you have it in you, but do you know you do?”
Her mouth opened and closed, but there were also angry tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
“We didn’t even have a burial for him. Scotty robbed me of that…
he’s behind all of this. Did you know he framed my father by killing Lucian Adesso?
Did you know he knew what he was sending me into when I was just seventeen, meeting with Adrian? ”
Gio’s gaze fell to the floor while his expression turned somber. Mine, however, turned sharp.
“We knew most of this, yes. It’s why we warned you.”
Gio swung his gaze up and then shoved me in the ribs with his elbow.
“Don’t be a prick, King.” Presley swept away a few tears while sniffing.
“I’m reminding you because it is what it is. I need to know what you want to do moving forward. Boss us around, tell us what to do, but don’t hesitate on what you want to do to Scotty James. He’s a threat to you, so he’s dead.”
Her lips smashed together while her eyes shuddered. “Yes. He’s dead. I want the hackers to try and locate Markos, and then I’m going.”
“We are too, then,” Gio advised.
She shook her head. “I can’t ask—”
Leaning forward over the mess of everything on the ottoman, I gripped her chin firmly and kissed her. “Stop it. We’re fixing things. We’re here. Use us.”
“Thought you didn’t like to be used,” she snarked back.
With a laugh, I nipped at her lip. “You can use me as often as you want, just make sure you’re also willing to be kept while doing so.”
She rose up on her knees and began kissing me back, and when our kisses turned heated, I pulled her over the ottoman and set her between my twin, and then we allowed her to use us for the rest of the morning however she needed to.
I watched over the next few days as Presley continued to acclimate to the three of us. We were slowly getting back to how things were, and I had no doubt that every one of us were panicked over one small mistake ruining the entire thing.
Gio brought marigolds for her every morning, and the two would take time together that didn’t include me, where they’d go off in Gio’s room and I’d hear giggling sounds or the sound of them fucking.
Later, I’d see them in the barn, putting up chicken wire and installing feeders.
My brother was happy, and in turn, that made me happy.
This was all I wanted for him, but it was never just Gio that Presley sought out.
She’d spend plenty of time with him, and they’d act like the most in love couple that I had ever seen, but anytime I began to withdraw, Presley was there demanding time from me as well.
She wanted darker things from me, and I discovered, I enjoyed giving them to her.
While we were sentimental, and I was in love with her, I liked when she crawled into my lap and took off her shirt.
Any time we spent together ended with us fucking, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
I wanted to be like Gio, I really did, but the second I got her alone, I craved the taste of her.
I was obsessed with being inside her, and in her own way, she was inside me, growing like a flower that begged for the darkness and basked in the moonlight.
It wasn’t often that my brother and I took her at the same time, which I preferred.
While I would always do it for her, I loved when I had her to myself, and I knew my brother felt the same way.
Regardless of that need, we were both in her bed every single night, holding her so she’d sleep.
Yet, there were times she seemed sad or like she wasn’t quite past everything that had happened. I felt like it was less about what my brother and I did, and more about what Scotty and Markos had done to her, and all the things she didn’t get to say to Adrian.
Which was why I had finally put the finishing touches on my project at dusk and shot off to see Presley. I found her in her room, swiping through her phone while blinking away tears.
“Hey.” She looked up and gave me a wobbly smile.
I walked in slowly. “You okay?”
“Not really. My birthday is tomorrow, and all I can think about is how last year, Adrian was the one who showed up for me and made it so special.”
That was a barb in the fucking heart, but I understood why she’d said it.
“I’m sorry, Pres.”
She swiped at her eyes. “I don’t think I was supposed to fall for him, but my heart was so wounded by you two it was like it had been rescued by him…
I was happy with him, King. He wasn’t the love of my life, but I’d already cut my heart down the middle for the two of you, what was one more chunk reserved for someone else? ”
I sat next to her on the bed and put my arm around her.
“Adrian was a good guy, in the end…and I don’t doubt that you cared for him.
But, Pres, baby…you’ll never be able to chop up your heart and serve it to various lovers.
Your heart would have never beat properly for him.
It would have failed over time, and deep down you know that.
Your heart was split in two, and we’ve never given it back to you.
We might have broken it, but you were never in possession of it again. ”
Her head found the spot between my shoulder and neck while she cried.
“If I can’t say that I loved him, then what do I have?”
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Getting the chance to love you, Presley James, is quite the gift. If you haven’t realized it yet, you’re worth starting a war over.
You’re worth being loyal to, so much so, you defy familial ties.
You don’t just encourage love, baby, you demand it with each breath you take.
Every smile. Every time you find something that gets you excited.
You’re like consuming sunshine. Fucking addictive. ”
She sniffed while more silent tears slipped down her face.
In the quiet, I finally decided to tell her.
“I did something for you. I know…” I struggled to push the words out, but I swallowed around the nerves and tried again.
“I know I’m not as good at big gestures as Gio, but I feel like I have my own way of showing how much you mean to me and how serious I am about fixing what I broke. ”
She sat up and swiped at her face. “What did you do?”
“I need you to put on something nice, but warm, and it should be black.” I kissed her on the nose, seeing her freckles and blue eyes.
Home.
“Okay.” She watched me as I left her on the bed and wandered downstairs.
I had shot a text to my brother to join us, and a few minutes before Presley walked downstairs, he joined me by the front door.
“What are we doing?” he whispered.
I watched Presley walk down in a black lace dress that revealed her plump cleavage but wrapped around her shoulders and wound up her neck. She looked like a gothic princess, a pure stroke of midnight that had my breath catching in my chest.
“We’re grieving,” I replied, while holding my hand out for Presley. I handed her a bouquet of red roses, which she held tightly to her chest.
She joined us as we walked outside and past the barn. The sun had set, casting shadows over the field, which was perfect for what I had set up. We rounded the barn and approached the space where Adrian’s body had burned. Presley jolted to a stop as soon as she registered where we were.
“What did you do?” she inhaled.
Her eyes tilted up, taking in the structure I had built over the grave, and then she searched all the flickering flames inside.
I pulled her hand so she followed me inside. “I built a greenhouse.”
She inspected the glass windows and the various wood shelves I had built for the hanging plants that covered every surface. In between the plants were candles lit for the memorial.
“But…” She looked down and saw that the subfloor was built around a patch of dirt that would eventually have grass, and the three-foot-tall headstone sticking out from the freshly leveled earth.
“You…” She dropped to her knees; the dark soil would stain her clothes, but with them being black, no one would even notice.
Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked up at me.
I decided to kneel down next to her, careful not to touch Adrian’s grave.
“You needed life, and I realize now that you needed that from me. Gio will always be your stars, your dreamer, but I’m your reality, and you need that reality filled with life.
So this greenhouse is my apology to you, and my promise that I’m staying here with you. I’m not leaving you again.”
She viciously swiped at her eyes while releasing a small sob. Gio was next to her, pulling her into his chest for support.
“And the grave?” she asked.
“Adrian’s end was ripped from you in the worst way. It forced you to feel stuck in the past. I made a space where Adrian would always be a part of your future and surrounded by life.”
She couldn’t say anything as more sobs crept up her throat and broke free.
I grabbed a candle and held it over Adrian’s grave. “This is his memorial service, mi reina.”
Using the small book I had found used for leading funerals, I began to read through a few verses, all while Presley began to break all over again.
She cried and cried, even lying down over his grave at one point.
Once I was finished, Gio curled up behind her and held her, and then she reached for me, and I got to the ground and faced her.
I began to tell her in Spanish how proud I was of her.
Me sienta muy honrada de que seas mía.
I’m so honored that you’re mine.
Te amo.
I love you.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours, but by the time we finally got up, Presley had fallen asleep on top of Adrian’s grave. I carried her back to my bed, full of soil and death, and held her through the night.