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She finally looks up in bewilderment. Elena has never had a man hit on her. I bet she's a virgin, and that pleases me. My cock throbs inside my khaki pants.
"I can promise you, Elena. We will be more than just friends." The butter knife near her hand falls on the floor with a clank. She quickly picks it up, flustered. Her cheeks are pink. She brushes her black silky hair away from her face. "We're business partners."
I checked my phone for the millionth time to see if she got my last text. Fourteen in the past two weeks. She avoids me at the school. I blame myself for that. She hasn't gone to a single football game since the season started. I overhear Mia talking about her going with her to get her nails done, but I don't ask why she has yet to answer my calls.
When Xavier said we could hang out at his house instead of heading out to a college party after the game, I convinced Niko and Ezekiel it was a good idea.
"Who's call you waiting for, fool?" Ezekiel laughs, "you've been staring at the screen since you got here."
"Maybe it's the blonde cheerleader wanting a repeat," Niko says.
We all glare at him. Ever since that night, everything has gone to shit. "That girl hasn't left us alone. She thinks she has a special pass with us," Ezekiel says.
Xavier leans back on the couch. "For real,ese.That bitch has told everyone she fucked the Street Kings."
"She did," Xavier says casually. “Except…''
''Xena won't talk to me," Niko says, "I guess it's a good thing."
But I can tell he's full of shit. I would have blamed Elena's avoidance on the blonde's loose mouth, but I know it was the day I brought Evelyn to my parent’s house.
I hear the door close and turn to see if she came home after hanging out with the girls and our moms, but it's her father.
If there is a man, I fear more than my father, it's Aiden Sincere, akaEl Demonio.
He stops behind the couch I'm sitting on, staring at me hard. "I need to speak to you, Santiago." The guys stop talking, looking straight at me and then at Aiden. "Alone."
No 'Hey guys, what are you up to?' Nothing. I pocket my phone and stand. "Of course,'' I say, and follow him to his home office, the sound of my sneaker's squeaking on the cream marble floor.
We all live on the same street in mansions like a bunch of celebrities instead of drug lords. Lavish pools with private cabanas and pool houses. And all the Kings have a home office to conduct business.
He walks into his office, and I'm nervous as fuck. My heart is beating inside my chest. He doesn't look happy, but you can't judge based on his expression. He always looks serious. When you least expect it, he smiles, showing gleaming straight white teeth.
"Have a seat," he says curtly.
I look at the three chairs in front of his desk, wondering if I should sit in the middle, left, or right.
"Pick one,ese. It's not musical chairs. I left the door open in case you want to run and cry for help."
I choose the chair closets to the door. I've seen what he has done toVatos, who fucked with us over the border. He skins them alive and cuts their eyes and tongue out. It's one reason I kept my dick in my pants when it came to Elena.
"I'm good," I say, shifting in my seat.
We both lapse into silence. I look around his office and then at the pictures on his desk. One is of him and his wife Khalani, and the other is of Elena when she graduated high school. The other is Xavier, but my eyes focus on the one of Elena. Her beautiful face and gleaming smile.
"I wanted to talk to you"––his light eyes stare directly at me––"about Elena."
It's like my mind pulled on the emergency brake on every thought hearing her name.
"Is she alright? Is there something you need me to do," I say, concerned.
He looks at her picture and then at me. I see his throat swallow, the middle letters inked on his neck that read KINGS move up and down, making me want to shrink in my seat.
He leans close, resting his tattooed forearms on the desk, eyeing me closely with a tight expression.
"I normally wouldn't talk about this without your father present, but he said I could. We are all family. I look at you the same way I look at my son Xavier. We let you boys do what you want because we were wild like you at your age. We fucked around. Had sex with different girls. Now that you're in college, different women. I get that. None of you boys are ready to settle down yet."
"I know, and I…" He holds out a hand mid-sentence.
