Obligation (Underground Kings #2)(41)

So, a few days ago, I started getting things separated and put away into a filing cabinet I found, and then I scanned others things that could go straight into the computer. Today, I found a paper with my name on it. I was confused by the wording and didn’t really understand what I was looking at, so I took it over to Kai, who had just gotten off the phone. When he saw the paper in my hand, his face had closed off and my stomach had dropped.

He sat me down on the desk in front of him to explain. My father had left real estate in my name before he passed away, and Kai’s father—and now Kai himself—held the deeds to those properties. Not only was the land left to me worth millions of dollars, but the casinos that now sit on the land that was once owned by my father produced extra income.

I swim harder, cutting through the water, and then come up for air, inhaling deeply.

This whole thing wouldn’t be so bad if I weren’t falling in love with Kai.

He has done everything within his power to make me feel like he needs me as much as I need him, but this has me doubting his real reasons. Millions of dollars are attached to me, giving me the knowledge of why Thad was attempting to kidnap me. Whoever I married would have access to that property and, in turn, have access to all the money that was now mine.

And that is why my heart hurts. I married Kai without really questioning his motives. I didn’t question why he would insist that it was the only way for him to keep me safe.

You’re an idiot, Myla, and your self-preservation is basically nonexistent, I reprimand myself, looking at the horizon. It’s so beautiful, almost as beautiful as the man I just ran out on. The life he has given me has all the makings of the perfect fairytale—a handsome knight saving the day, living in a beautiful castle, and falling in love.

“Fairytales don’t exist,” I whisper into the salty air then turn around and swim back to shore.

As I come out of the water, I see Kai sitting on one of the chairs that are closest to the beach. His eyes are covered with his sunglasses, but even through them, I can feel the burn of his gaze on my skin.

“We’re not done talking, Myla,” he growls, standing up and walking towards me.

I ignore him and walk into the house, not caring that the clothes I have on are the ones I just dove into the ocean wearing, dripping water everywhere.

“We need to talk.”

I round on him and know that, if he would just give me a little bit of time, I would be better adept at understanding how I’m feeling, but like always, when he wants to talk, we must talk, and now isn’t any different. All that does is serve to piss me off further.

“Stop.” I hold up my hand when he starts towards me.

He pulls his sunglasses off and his gaze drops to my hand then lifts to meet my eyes again.

“I never wanted this—any of this.” I wave my hand around. “I didn’t want my parents to die, I didn’t want my childhood to be blackened by someone I had trusted, and I didn’t ask to fall in love with a man I’m not even sure I really know. So if you could just give me five f*cking minutes to deal with how I feel, I will get back to you!” I scream and start to storm off again, but this time, I’m stopped when I’m suddenly pinned to the wall by Kai, who is breathing heavily, his face inches from mine.

“What did you just say to me?” he growls.

I push against his chest, wanting to get away.

“What did you just say?!” he roars.

My body stills, and I lean away from him. “I said I didn’t want any of this,” I whisper, closing my eyes.

“No, Myla. You said you didn’t ask to fall in love.”

“I never said that.” I open my eyes and then close them when I realize he is right—I did say that.

Shit, that was not good. Not good at all.

“Do you think you’re the only one with shit on the line here? Do you think it’s easy for me to know that the woman I married—the woman I love—has a f*cking target on her back? One that gets bigger every f*cking day I spend with her? I make that shit worse. Knowing I could be the reason she’s hurt—or worse—but not having the f*cking balls to stay away from her because I knew she was meant to be mine from the moment I met her when I was ten years old…” He pauses, taking a breath. “This isn’t f*cking easy, Myla, but nothing good ever is.”


His hand comes to wrap around the back of my neck, and his face dips closer to mine. “I understand that you need me to be honest with you, but I know—I f*cking know—there is shit you’re keeping from me as well. Shit that is big. So big that it forced you away from your family.”

I inhale, feeling my pulse spike.

“I have let you have that, been waiting for you to figure out when you would be ready to talk to me about it, not wanting to push you too hard.” He pauses again.

My insides feel like they are going to collapse in on me with the weight of his words.

“I should have told you about the shit your dad left you, but I didn’t really see the point in doing that. You will never touch the money that comes from that land, even if we’re not together. I won’t allow you to touch it because it’s f*cking dirty. The men who want it are not good men, and I mean they are not good men in a way that they will kill you without even thinking twice about it. That is not what I want for you, and that sure as f*ck is not what I want for any children we bring into this world.”