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“No,” comes Beast’s gruff reply as he shoves me forward, his gun pressed into my back as he acts the part just like we’d planned. “Move!”
I stumble forward, barely able to see where I’m going and that’s when I trip over something laying across the floor. Without my hands to break my fall I go down hard, my knees cracking against the concrete, sending a jolt of pain up my spine. I muffle my cry, forcing myself to swallow the pain.Fuck, that hurt!
Tears well up in my eyes, and I blink them away, forcing myself to move as Beast grabs my upper arm and hauls me upright, whispering an apology under his breath as the King and whoever he's brought with him laugh at my expense.
“Careful, we don’t want to break the kid,yet,” the King says as I limp towards him.
Beast relaxes his grip then squeezes twice in quick succession, indicating that the King has the company of just two more men. Either the King really does trust Malakai, or he’s a fool.
I’m going with the latter.
“Grim’s reaction is going to be priceless when she realises I have her brother,” he continues with a laugh. “That bitch might think she has the bollocks to go toe-to-toe with me, but she’s going to learn very quickly that she’s just another cunt that needs to be taught a lesson. She’s been a useful tool, but now that Tales is the best fight club in Europe, I’ve no further use for her. The only position of importance she’ll have from this moment, is on her knees sucking my dick. Mark my words, she’ll fall in line.”
“Yeah, boss,” one of the men with him agrees. “She’d look good on her knees.”
Beast’s grip tightens, and subconsciously or not, he draws me closer to his side, stalling for a moment. I can feel the way his body vibrates with anger, and I pray he doesn’t break character before it’s time. He just needs to focus on the outcome we need and not lose his cool to a few incendiary words. Despite the King’s opinion of me, I’m a big girl with very thick skin. His words don’t upset me, theyfuelme.
“Bring him to me!” the King snaps, forcing Beast to act.
In a few more strides, Beast releases me from his grip and shoves me into the King’s chest.
Three things happen at once.
The King pulls the bag from off my head.
Beast pulls out his gun and shoots the King’s men right between the eyes.
And I pull out the knife tucked up my sleeve and drive it into the King’s heart.
There’s no hesitation.
No second-guessing.
Just action.
“The only cunt that needs to be taught a lesson is you,” I say as the King’s eyes widen with shock and I push all my weight against the handle of the blade driving it deeper into his chest.
Blood gurgles up and out of his throat and he doesn’t even have the time to comprehend what’s happened before the light in his eyes flickers out and he crumples to the floor in a heap.
Standing over his body, my chest heaving, I reach down and grip the handle, pulling the blade free.
It’s over.
The King’s dead.
