King's Passion

“No.”

“He’s a broken man. We’re all he has,” Jeremy added. “Just keep him for a couple of months and then you can send him back to…Xavier in Atlanta.”

“Me?” Xavier turned. “What about you? You’re his cousin, too.”

“I just had him.”

Eamon and Xavier stared at Jeremy.

“Fine.” He tossed his hands. “He stays out here with Eamon first, then Xavier and then me. We’ll just keep him in rotation until he gets back onto his feet again.” Jeremy glanced around. “Deal?”

Xavier smiled. “Deal.”

They looked toward Eamon.

“I don’t believe this.” He rubbed a hand across his forehead, trying to get ahead of the stress headache that was coming his way.

“Is that a yes?” Xavier asked.

“All right. All right. I’ll do it.”

Xavier clapped his hands. “Great! He’s staying at the Bellagio.”

“What?”

“C’mon, Jeremy. Let’s hit the road before we miss our flights.”

Before Eamon could get another word out, his brothers damn near disappeared like a couple of ghosts. One thing was clear. He’d been set up…again.

Chapter 2

In the penthouse suite in the Waldorf Astoria hotel, Victoria Gregory stood looking as regal as a queen in her Versace French-vanilla-and-gold empire wedding gown. The sweetheart neckline, gold Cinderella tiara and Harry Winston diamonds dripping from her ears, neck and wrist were the result of hours of deliberation by a committee of family and friends. The wedding planner, location, caterer, florist, musicians and guest list had all been handled with Victoria’s usual meticulous eye for detail. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sky was a crisp blue without a single cloud in sight.

“A perfect day for a wedding,” she finally said wistfully, taking in the scenery one last time. After that, she drew in a deep breath, squared her shoulders and then whipped around toward her five bridesmaids. “Are you absolutely positive that they missed their flights? Maybe the limousine driver was late and missed them? They probably took a cab or something.”

Her twin cousins, Grace and Iris, cut a strange look toward each other that instantly piqued Victoria’s hackles a few more inches.

“What is it?” she asked, her voice lowering to a lethal level. If Victoria was known for anything, it most certainly was for her quick temper. It was something that she had inherited from her father and she made no apologies for it. “Tell me,” she snapped with a stomp of her foot.

Lolita, another cousin of hers on her mother’s side of the family, cleared her throat since it was obvious that the twins were too afraid to speak. “We called Cole’s cell phone a few minutes ago.”

Victoria didn’t like the smirk that crept across Lolita’s face. “And?”

“And…after threatening him within an inch of his life, he gave us some slurred statement about how he didn’t think that Marcus was going to make it.” Lolita’s smirk continued curling up until it reached the corners of her mouth. “Sorry.”

Victoria’s hands balled at her sides while the room around her started turning a vibrant shade of red. “What do you mean he’s not going to make it?” she hissed. “I have over three hundred guests waiting downstairs.”

In sync, Grace and Iris stepped back while Lolita’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

This wasn’t the first time Victoria regretted asking her cousin-slash-arch nemesis to be a bridesmaid in her wedding, but after her mother pleaded and begged, she gave in. Since then, the heifer had been like a steel thorn in her butt. She bitched and complained and seriously thought that she had a vote on every aspect of the wedding. Every time Victoria came close to catching a case, her mother would step in and reel her back down to earth.

Still smiling, Lolita shrugged her shoulders. “I could go down there and tell everyone that Marcus has just dumped you.”

The twins gasped.

“I’m sure that they’ll understand,” Lolita added. “Lord knows I do.”

Before the bitch could bat her faux mink eyelashes, Victoria launched and snatched the girl’s lace-front wig clean off her head, exposing her thin edges and mini afro-puff of hair underneath.

The twins jumped back.

Lolita screamed and then clutched at her unkempt natural hair.

Satisfied, mainly because it was a hideous wig in the first place, Victoria threw it down and proceeded to stomp on it.

Lolita finally stopped her long wail and spat, “You bitch,” before launching toward the bride herself.

Two seconds before, the twins recognized the look in Lolita’s eyes and finally found the courage to jump into the mix before it got too ugly. The result was them landing right where they didn’t want to be: in the middle. Lolita’s arms spun like a windmill trying to get to the bride while Victoria’s hard fist was landing some pretty good blows on contact. A second later, all four of them fell into a heap on the floor.

The door to the suite flew open and, after a momentary gasp to take in the situation, a stream of women rushed into the room and struggled to pull them apart.

“Enough! Enough! Enough!”

Celya Gregory’s strength never ceased to surprise Victoria. Before she knew it, she was peeled away from the girls, but she was still pissed at her cousin’s determination to ruin her wedding day. Who does that?

The team of family and friends helped them all to their feet, but Victoria and Lolita continued to stare each other down.

“Oh, some of the beads fell off your dress,” Ceyla fretted while she checked her daughter over.

Aunt Brenda settled her hands on her hips. “What on earth is going on? Have you two lost your minds?” Her head swung from Victoria to Lolita, but then her face twisted into a frown. “Child, what on earth happened to your head?”

Lolita thrust an acrylic-tipped finger toward Victoria and started shaking it. “She did it! Crazy bitch! No wonder Marcus doesn’t want to marry you. If I was him, I’d run like hell, too.”

Victoria’s temper shot back up and she was once again in the launching mode. “Let me at her!”

This time the army of women caught her and pulled her back.

Her deranged cousin laughed as she swooped over and snatched her wig from off the floor. “I guess things don’t always turn out the way we plan, do they, cuz?”

Lolita’s mother, Fiona, snickered as well, but then grabbed her daughter’s arm and pulled her toward the door. “C’mon. Let’s go.” Before they reached the door, she also added, “I guess it’s a good thing that we didn’t waste any money, buying a gift.”

They laughed like a pair of hyenas and then slipped out of the room.

Clenching her teeth together, Victoria’s gaze shifted to her mother. “Gee. I’m so glad you talked me into inviting those two.”

Celya’s cafe-latte complexion pinkened as she exhaled a long breath. “I’m sorry, baby. I’d hoped…”

Victoria shook her head and then turned away from her mother. She wasn’t in the mood to rehash the strained relationship of her mother’s older and crazy sister who couldn’t deal with her own petty jealousy. Everyone could see the truth, but her mother generally saw or wanted to see the best in everyone.