Page 73 of Making the King

I nod. “Fair enough.” I turn to Stretch since he is the least fucking scary of us.

“Stretch will take you back to Dirty Diamonds. It’s a strip club, but we won’t ever ask you to do that sort of work, okay? The women there are nurturing. They will take care of you.”

“Okay.” She agrees, still wrapped in the blanket, her eyes landing on Stretch, who gestures to the staircase where they both depart.

“That was a brilliant fucking show mi pequeño salvaje gave.” Cain snickers and I glare at him. I don’t know why, but it pisses me off when he calls her his little savage. Cain grins like he knows how much it annoys me, shouldering past me in a playful way. “Now, if you will excuse me, Munroe and I have a dance to perform.”

“It’s not a fucking dance.” Munroe complains, throwing his arms up like this has been something they have been arguing about for a while.

“Oh really? Just watch me then.”

And just like that, Cain dances around, phone in hand as he snaps pictures as requested by the pompous banker’s wife, before he drags Munroe up the stairs, going in search of Gunner and Grayson.

They are only sixteen, so we try not to involve them too much in the gruesome part of what we do. That will come in a couple of years, but for now, they are our lookouts, and have the job of torching the boat and keeping watch from a distance to see which authorities turn up so we know who to pay off, and who we are going to have trouble with.

Grayson and Gunner work silently as they douse the interior of the boat with accelerant, dumping a heap on the three bodies, and when Cara steps out of the bathroom, clothes balled up and only a towel wrapped around her, I have to smack both Gray and Gunner for fucking ogling her.

“Eyes fucking off.” I snap, pointing to the floor for Cara to dump the clothes. “Just here, Killer. The boys will make sure they burn.”

“You wouldn’t survive a night with me.” Cara shoots Gray and Gunner a sly smile before shooting me a sinful fucking wink.

She’s calmed a little from before. I can see she’s not on edge ready to pounce on me at any second.

“Are you ready?” I ask, and she bites her plump lip, nodding.

Taking her hand, I start leading her up the stairs, glancing back to see Gunner dousing Cara’s clothes before the two boys follow behind.

Moving quietly off the boat and up the dock, I lead Cara up to my truck, opening the door and helping her in since she’s only wrapped in a towel.

“Will they be alright?” she asks, looking over my shoulder to where Grayson and Gunner lurk near the boat.

“Yep.” I nod. “They are good at this part.”

I close the door as a sinister smile spreads across her face, and through the glass of the window, I see her skin light up with an orange glow, as I hear the whoosh of the fire engulfing the boat behind me.

After a quick word with my men, I get in my truck and drive us away, heading toward the main beach.

Cara is quiet as I drive, but she shifts in her seat a few times, and I can tell she’s rubbing her legs together. She’s so fucking horny right now, which is good, because my dick is fucking hard as stone.

“You okay over there?” I ask, and she groans, tipping her head back and squeezing her eyes shut.

“I’m not sure. Is it wrong that I’m so… so…”

“Horny?” I ask and her lids snap open before she glances at me.

“Yes. I shouldn’t be right? That’s… sick.”

My hands grip the steering wheel as I shake my head.

“Hell fucking no, it’s not sick. You’re riding a high from your kills. It’s not about the blood and gore of it. It’s about the power you held while doing it, and now, you need a release.”

Without being able to help it, she moans and presses both hands to the towel, parting her legs to hit the right spot.

“Cara. Not yet.”

“But… I can’t wait.” She rubs again, and I hiss.

“Pull your fucking hands away right fucking now.”

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