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“King?” she questions, so quietly that if the room wasn’t already deadly silent, I would’ve missed it.
“Yeah, Theo, it’s me,” I confirm.
Theo slowly lifts her head and shakes her hair away from her face, wincing, and her eyes latch onto mine. Her beautiful blues are full of pain and sadness, and cuts cover her usually flawless skin.
There’s blood dried at her nostrils and the corners of her mouth, and deep purple bruises shade her cheeks.
She goes to sit up straighter, but her face scrunches up in pain and she stops moving suddenly.
“You’ve probably cracked your ribs, maybe broken a bone. You got hit by a car.”
“I know,” she replies, sarcasm and sass lacing her tone.
Even in the awful circumstance, a small smile escapes me at her attitude.
“Why the fuck are you still here pretending anyway?” she spits when she notices me smiling.
I cock a brow at her, any traces of my smile gone.
“Theodora, you may think I want to kill you, but I don’t. And if you’re insinuating I had anything to do with that car crashing into you, then you’re way off. I have no idea who hit you, I have no idea who beat me up after running to your side, and I have no idea who the fuck tied us to these fucking chairs.” I end up shouting, the anger coming back full force at her accusation and that she still believes I’m trying to kill her.
“Ahh, you’re both awake,” a male voice calls through the room. “Finally.”
A tall figure appears from the shadows and a bang rings out as the door he just came through closes behind him.
“Miss Harlow, you were taking forever to come around,” the voice says again, laced with amusement, and I try to recognise it, only nothing comes to mind.
Within seconds, the face of Casper Ramon comes into view right in the middle of us and I furrow my brows at him.
“King, good to see you.” He nods at me.
I think of the handful of times I’ve met Casper Ramon. Edison Ramon’s cousin, his second, helps the running of the Third District but never engages in conversation save for a few words. His portrait sits in my family home alongside my parents and Theo’s, but he’s never been anyone I’ve done business with unless he’s with Edison.
I think back to his visit to my home a few months back when my father had passed. Kennedy Harlow was being the usual pain in my ass, but Edison and Casper both shook my hand and said we still had a peaceful alliance. So why have they kidnapped and beaten us?
“Casper.” I nod back, keeping my thoughts to myself.
“Confused?” Casper asks, cocking his head.
“Surprised,” I answer truthfully.
Casper smiles and nods as if satisfied with my answer.
The door bangs again in the silence and another figure joins Casper at his left side.
Edison Ramon.
“I know you’re familiar with my cousin, so I’ll skip the introductions,” Casper says, patting Edison on the shoulder. They stand united together, a familiar stance I know well as I have the same relationship with Dax.
“It’s been a long twenty-six years waiting for this moment,” Casper says.
I look him up and down, and Casper smiles.
“See any similarities?” He laughs.
“What the fuck do you want, Ramon? Edison, what the fuck is this?” I spit, looking at Edison for answers. Only he doesn’t answer. Casper does.
“Funny story for you, King. You see, Edison doesn’t run the Third District. I do. He’s the face of the District, makes it look like he’s running things, but he isn’t.”
