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Knight dropped onto the couch, laying down with his head in my lap. “It’s not like I watched him all the time. Just when he was with Coulter’s mom. Only the ten minutes a week they spent fucking.”
“When he what?!" I couldn’t have heard him right.
Knight shrugged. “Coulter was worried about her.”
"Oh, Dios," I sighed, rubbing my hand across my face, "you guys are disgusting."
"It's not like I wanted to do it. Take it up with Coulter."
No one mentioned the fact that he'd been right to be worried about her, since she was now dead.
“And Bourbon? Was he worried about her too?”
“They didn’t have the same mom. The only woman who’s been here for a long time is the cook. Probably longer than Bourbon.”
“Mmm, I see.” I put my hand on his head, running my fingers through his copper hair. "Where else would it be?" I asked, trying to think. If this were my dad's house, and if my dad was a psycho, where would I keep stuff to blackmail others?
Dante scowled down at Knight. “Get your fucking head off her lap, or I will snap your neck.”
“You’re just worried about Coulter.” Knight smirked up at him, his brown eyes filled with mischief, but he sat up. “God you’re such a pussy.”
“No, I just want to keep my head attached to my neck—”
Their arguing became background noise as I tried to think. We had a barn out back of our property, but I didn’t think the Kings had anything like that.
“Are there any other buildings on the property?" I asked.
Leaning back and spreading his arm across the sofa behind me, Knight took a piece of my hair and began to play with it. "There's the old maid's house, plus there's another one where the security stays overnight, but I’m not going in there. Too many of Nero’s guards are in there. Plus, Nero wouldn’t trust anyone enough to leave it there."
“What about his room? Or another room in the house."
"It would take us all night to search the whole house." Knight pulled the strand of hair through his lips. “He might not even have it here. There’s probably a million other places it could be.”
"Knight," Dante growled, “you must have a death wish. Quit touching her hair."
"Coulter isn't here, is he? So he'll never know, unless someone suddenly becomes a tattletell."
"I won't have to tell on you for Coulter to know. He’ll just know.”
"No he won't," Knight scoffed, dropping my hair. “You happy, you dick?” Then he turned away, not waiting for an answer. “Is anyone hungry?”
I suddenly sat up. "That's it!"
Dante reached forward, and, grabbing Knight's ankle, he yanked him off the couch, throwing him onto the floor.
Knight landed on his ass with an oomph, then growled and grabbed Dante's leg, jerking it. Dante fell on top of Knight, and they began to wrestle.
I stood up, sighing heavily and rolling my eyes. "Men."
I walked out the door, leaving them to ruin all the hard work we'd done trying to keep Nero's office neat and began to roam the hallways.
Within seconds, they were both marching by my side.
Dante, of course, spoke first. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going to figure out where the notebook is.”
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
