Tyrant(20)

“I don’t?” I asked, suddenly feeling very confused.

King shook his head. “No, you don’t. But just know that if you chose to go that route that I’m killing the little f*cker regardless,” King seethed.

“Jealous much?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. I was baiting him, but the f*cker deserved every second of uninformed agony after what he’d put me through.

“Very,” he admitted, much to my surprise. “So don’t push me, little girl.” His hands tightened on my shoulders, reminding me that King wasn’t someone who liked to play games.

“He wanted to talk,” I explained. “And then…”

“And then…what?” He said through his teeth.

I bit my lip. “He asked me if I loved him, and I told him the truth. He made it seem like I was breaking up with him.”

“He didn’t try to touch you?” King asked again, a shimmer of relief in his voice.

“Nooooooo!” I said, drawing out the word to drive my point into that thick skull of his.

King looked almost disappointed. “Kid gets to live after all,” He said. “For today.”

“You still haven’t told me how you are even here,” I said. “How did you get out so quickly? Did you post bail or something? I don’t really know how that all works.”

King sighed. “Always with the questions, Pup.” He tucked my wet hair behind my ears in a move that was both soft and intimate. “I missed your annoying ass questions.”

“I thought I might never see you again,” I said, burying my face in his neck, willing the tears away that threatened to spill onto my cheeks.

“That was never going to f*cking happen. Even if the senator hadn’t crossed me. I will always find my way back to you, baby. Always.” King traced his fingertips over my eyelids.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I asked, sensing his hesitation.

“The detective that arrested me wasn’t a detective and he wasn’t taking me to jail. He was a contractor.”

“I don’t understand…”

“He was hired to take me out.”

“Holy shit,” I said, feeling foolish for fighting him like I had when he’d been so close to losing his life.

“Thank f*ck I realized it before it was too late.” The rain stopped instantly, like a faucet being turned off. Immediately, a mist started to rise from the water around us, cloaking us in white cloudy wetness.

“What did you do? How are you still alive if he was hired to kill you?” I hung on to him tighter, grateful that he was right in front of me. The question made me feel sick to my stomach to even ask.

King shrugged. “In my world it’s kill or be killed, baby.” He set his mouth in a hard line. “So I killed.”

It should have bothered me that King had just admitted to killing someone but strangely enough it didn’t.

I was glad.

Then it hit me. “Fuck, it was the senator wasn’t it? He hired that guy to kill you!”

“That’s what I’d thought at first. That maybe your father didn’t view sending me back to prison as a permanent enough solution to keeping me away from you,” King said. “But as it turns out we’ve got even bigger problems. There is this guy, Eli. He was Isaac’s main supplier and he’s not taking kindly to the idea of his gravy train running dry. And all signs of the reason for that happening, and Isaac ending up as worm food, point right back to me and Bear.”

My eyes widened. “And he’s coming for you.” I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest.

King nodded. “Yeah, Bear’s guy, Rage, his intel is as tight as it comes. When he says someone’s gunning for you, you shut the f*ck up and listen.” He seemed to be thinking about how to phrase what he was going to say next. “This guy Eli? He’s different. Worse than Isaac if you can believe it.”

I felt my face pale as the blood rushed from it. “What are you going to do?”

King kissed me on the temple. “Same thing I did with the fake detective. Get to him before he gets to us.”

“Why the hell are you even here when your life might still be in danger?”

“I had to come tell you myself,” King said.

“But it’s too risky. You shouldn’t have come!” I tapped his chest with my closed fists.

King snarled. “You don’t seem to get this shit yet, Pup, so I’m going to make it real f*cking clear. You are mine. If I had it my way, I would have already tossed you on my shoulder, carried you to my bike, and been halfway home, but it’s not safe there now. And as much as it f*cking kills me, the safest place for you right now is probably right here.” King looked like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. “I won’t have you in the crosshairs of that shit. Not again.” He looked off into the distance, collecting his thoughts, calming himself down. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.