I turn to Roberto. “How did Sailor do today?”
He smirks. “She did great.”
“You would follow the lead of a woman?” I ask, but also direct the question to Jimmy and Francis. Roberto nods, Jimmy does as well.
Francis glances at Paige before he answers, “Just not her.” He nods to his cousin.
“Wren is my next heir,” I declare, and Paige screams.
I shoot before I can think about anything else and watch as Paige’s brother falls to the ground. “Seems you keep getting your family killed with that mouth of yours. Soon, you will have no one,” I declare and walk out.
“Keir…”
I don’t stop this time, but I can hear her footsteps as she chases me.
“You can’t do this.” Her hands grab the back of my jacket, and she pulls me to turn toward her. “I love you.”
I sigh heavily, completely sick of her shit, and turn around to face her. My hand sneaks up and touches her face. “You are beautiful.” I stroke her face gently. She smiles at me—not even caring that I just shot her brother and that he’s currently dead right now not even twenty feet from her—as they are the words she needs to hear.
How delusional is she?
“But you need help. And the kind of help you need, I cannot give you.”
“She doesn’t love you, not like I do,” she screams.
“And that’s okay because I love her enough for the both of us.” I see it happen right before my eyes, it’s written all over her face. She will do anything to have me, be anyone I need her to be. She would be my perfect wife. But luckily for me, I’m not after perfect. I’m after something that only I can obtain. I’m after a woman whose husband I killed just because I couldn’t bear the thought of killing her.
I should have.
I tell myself this every day.
But I can’t.
No matter what.
“I’ll kill her, Keir. I’ll destroy her.”
“With what family, Paige? You have no one left. All those loyal to you are now dead at my hand, those that you thought are family, are loyal to me. You are of no value to me any longer,” I point out.
“But I am. It’s a boy… I was going to tell you tonight when I came over to surprise you. Your son will be amazing.” Her smile is glowing as she waits for my reaction.
Sinister.
Evil.
Just like we both are.
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The King of the Underworld
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The mother of his child and his fiancée.
Can we discuss TENSION?
Oh, yes, you read that right. Our king is a father, and let me tell you, what a hot father he makes. But what is going to happen?
Who is he going to choose?
The mother?
Or the fiancée?
Tell us what you all think.
Chapter Ten
Sailor
Wren is asleep on Keir’s mother’s chest when I walk in. She spots me and smiles, but when she sees my red eyes, her smile drops.
“I take it my son found you.”
I nod and shut the door behind me, then step closer to them. “How was she?”
My question makes her smile. “A delight. She truly is amazing, so content and giggly. I just can’t get enough. Secretly I always wanted a girl but was glad when I had boys…” she sighs, “… for obvious reasons.”
“Hmmm,” I hum, walking to the fridge and pulling out a large bottle of wine.
“I know you probably think he won’t love her the same as a boy, Sailor.” I turn to face his mother with the wine bottle in my hand as she stands with my daughter cuddled to her chest. “I would have agreed with you if I hadn’t seen how he was with her. And I know my son, Sailor.” Her eyes lock on me. “He loves this little girl very much. So much so, that I don’t think anyone will ever compare.”
She heads to Wren’s room as I look between the glass and the bottle and decide fuck it, then drink straight from the bottle. The front door opens moments later, and Keir walks in, looking like a million fucking dollars. I should throw the bottle at him, but why waste good wine. I know I sure as shit don’t want to, I want to drink the lot maybe even from the bottle. My care factor is at rock bottom right now.
“Oh, good, you’re back,” his mother says then she kisses his cheek and grabs her jacket. She does the same to me with an added smile. “I’ll see you this week, Sailor. I’ll call before I come.” I nod, surprised that she’s now showing me some sort of respect.
She grips her son’s shoulder on her way out. “Walk me to my car.”
Keir’s eyes find mine, but I look away and lift the bottle and drink some more. I hear the front door shut as I make my way to my daughter’s room.
Was it stupid to follow him here when I should have stayed in my old house away from everything?
But did he even give me a choice?
Staring at Wren as she sleeps gives me peace. I’m not really sure why, but somehow it cools my shot nerves to know she’s safe. Would she be safe in this life?
It’s partly my fault we have found ourselves in this situation. I had sex with the most dangerous man I have ever encountered—spread my legs for him and welcomed him with open arms.
Why did the sex have to be so good?
I’m not mad at the outcome, basically because I never thought I could have a child. I tried and tried with Dillan. And when she came along, I didn’t believe it to be real. How could it be real after all of the previous disappointments? So I’m super thankful for her, and even to him for giving her to me. But I am mad at the situation. Just a little.
Leaning down, I kiss Wren’s forehead and turn off her light. When I turn to leave, I almost run into him. Keir’s standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets and lips in a straight line as he watches us. Watches me.
“We should talk.”
I nod, trying to sidestep past him through the door, but he doesn’t move a damn inch. So I push my way through, and my breasts brush against him, which makes his eyes darken a fraction more as he watches me with intent.
“Stop looking at me like that.” The words come out rushed, flustered, almost agitated.
“How am I looking at you?” he asks.
“You know how.”
“Tell me?”
“Like you want to fuck me.”
“That’s because I do.” There’s no remorse, not a care in the world, he simply states what he’s thinking.
“You have a fiancée,” I say and somehow manage to squeeze past him.
“And you had a husband.” His words hurt. “But we both know I don’t feel for her what I feel for you.” He grabs my hand as I try to escape and places it on his dick. I feel his hardness beneath his trousers, and it takes everything in me to not move in closer, to have him touch me.
It’s been a long time since a man has touched me.
Keir was the last.
And I’ve thought about his touch on many occasions.
Pulling my hand back, I move to the couch to get away from him.