Chapter 0004

“ Go on bitch scream. No one will hear you, and it’ll only make this more fun for me.” His fingernails dig into my wrist, but I bite back any response watching his nostrils flare. “You got me suspended from duties because you rather spread your legs for the King than me.”

He pulls me against him, snarling at my confident facade. I look down at the mark forming on my wrist, keeping my voice as even as possible, I say, “I do not want the King. I do not know the King.”

He pushes me against the brick wall, and with my better judgment, I whimper, gripping the back of my head, “You dare lie to me? After all, you have done, you fucking lie to me?” Spit sprays over my face, his eyes bulge out of his head as he holds me against the wall. The concrete dug into my skin.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please?! Please! You purposefully lead me to the fucking slaughter, shaking your tight ass for the king, begging him to punish me for your seduction.” His wet breath drips down my face, and I look away towards the hallway leading to the King.

I didn’t know the King. He did not need to come to my rescue, yet he did. Maybe the King liked me the way Dawn said, but what did it matter? I did not want him. “I am not sorry you were punished. I said no.”

“Oh, so this is the little game we’re going to play? You say no, and mean yes.” A greedy, devious smile spread across the man's lips as if the idea of conquering me in such a manner excited him. “You little fucking tease.” His palm digs into my hip, and my eyes water over, straining to look down the hallway to the King.

“No.”

“You like causing trouble, huh? You like luring men in to watch them. ” I hear the click of his belt, a dooming sound. “You need to be taught a lesson, and I love punishing little girls with fresh mouths.”

A voice and the click of a door opening cut the tension. “Boss, who even was she?”

He pulls me into a corner. He pulls me in front of him and presses his hard cock into my bottom. His gun is tucked under my chin, and his arm is wrapped around my waist as he whispers in my ear, “Don’t make a fucking sound.”

I watch the King walk down the hallway, most of his subjects a step or two behind him. The young member with dirty brown hair and colorful tattoos walks almost in step with him. The King’s voice almost sounds bored as he responds. “That is none of your concern, Taylor.”

“You punished one of your own men for her. I think you owe us an explanation.” Taylor snaps, stopping the King in his steps.

“Owe?” He slowly turns, and I can see the King’s face clearly through a sliver of light. The girls downstairs didn’t do him any justice.

He was breathtaking. Dressed in a tailored black suit, the fabric stretched taut over his muscular frame, his white button-up exposed the tattoo in swirling patterns on his chest and up part of his neck. His curly black hair was gelled back into a style of sorts, but two unruly curls escaped and framed his face.

His eyes swirled like a storm, erupting and flashing between the calming gray and black. He looked almost like a tortured angel. He almost looks like Sirius. “You think I owe you?” The King snarls at Taylor, who instantly turns pale.

“N-no, I just mean-”

“You just mean I should allow subordinates to run rampant to rape and pillage like average thugs.”

“Sir it just seemed like you cared about the girl too much.”

“What I choose to care and not care about is none of your fucking business, but Dan was punished for lying to me,” The King leans in closer, “ I was feeling gracious, so he was given a slap on the wrist, next time I will cut out his tongue. But my kindness has expired.”

“King.” Desperation drips in the boy’s tone, but the King dismisses him with the flick of his wrist, and a man drags Taylor away.

“Step foot in my territory again, and you will be killed on sight.” The King continues walking forward as if he did not send someone to their death, but the gasp that escapes my lips makes him pause. “Dan?”

The handsy man behind me shifts, a grunt escaping his throat. Then a shot rang out, something sliced through the air, and Dan shrieked, falling to his knees. “I show you kindness, and this is how you repay me?” The King’s voice is deathly low as he approaches, and I dare not move. I dare not breathe.

“The whore fucking deserves it.” A low rumble of laughter escapes the King, lowering himself over a bleeding Dan. He pushes the barrel of the gun into the wound in his shoulder.

“You are fucking mad, killing innocents just because they won’t get your dick?” The King pistol whips Dan into the floor, and a strangled sound fills the room. Dan spits onto the floor. “This is the thanks I get for letting you keep your life?”

“My King, she seduced me-” The King grips him by the collar dragging him close.

“You think it is wise to lie again?” Dan audibly swallows, a whimper escaping his lips. The King snaps his finger, and a buff, bald man with the words mercy over his knuckles comes up behind him.

“Yes, boss?”

“I want his tongue and right hand.” With a curt nod the man grips Dan by his injured shoulder and drags him deeper into the VIP area. “I thought I told you not to come back in here.” The King looks in the direction of a weeping, sounding annoyed.

I slowly at the King from the corner of my eye, my mouth completely dry and my hands feverishly shaking. The scars on the King’s face glitter in the low lighting making my stomach twist, so I focus on the silver, twisted ring on his ring finger. It looks almost like tree branches gripping his skin.

“I-I left something here.”

“What?” His empty grey eyes lock on me.

“An earring.”

A short grunt leaves his lips, “You risked your life for an earring?”

“It’s sentimental.” I whisper, narrowing my eyes closer to the ring, recognizing the red ruby in the center of a rose, and I almost choke, drilling my eyes into his, “Sirius?!”