Page 159 of Kings Fear No One
Over the coming days, things stay hectic. Between the wedding prep, concealing our illegal club business, and dealing with the aftermath of what happened with the Chosen Saints, we’ve got our hands full.
The FBI continues their intense investigation. They pull several of us in for questioning, asking things like why we were present at the church in Boulder at the time of Abraham’s death and how we have ties to the Barreras.
We pay the cartel back for their treachery and part in the flesh trade by sending the feds sniffing their way. I was misleading in what I told Miguel about what the FBI knew, which means it’s the fucking shock of a lifetime when their clubhouse Zapote is raided and they’re caught in the middle of a massive drug deal.
Satisfying revenge for selling human beings, including Teysha.
Elsewhere, Silver’s at the helm making sure our own tracks are covered. Our stories match. All potential evidence is destroyed.
When I’m brought in for questioning, I give the truth—or the sanitized version that leaves out the info that works against the Steel Kings.
I tell them about how the Chosen Saints took dozens captive and held us against our will. I tell them all about Abraham and what a sick, twisted piece of shit he was. How I’d killed him in self-defense to keep me and Teysha alive.
Then I glared up into the scrutinous stares of Agents Strauss and Rodriguez and dared them to arrest me.
Strauss sighed, her mouth bent at a downturn. She shared a look of disappointment with Rodriguez, then waved a hand at the door.
“You’re free to go, Mr. Cutler. If we have any further questions, we’ll be in contact.”
I ran into Ozzie in the hall outside, waiting on his turn to be interrogated. He grinned at me and said, “So how much of a hard ass is she really?”
But as soon as I walked out of the local police station the FBI was working out of, I was wiping my hands of the situation.
Abraham and the Chosen Saints had stolen enough time from me. I had given up years being held captive, mentally enslaved, physically broken in every way, and now all I wanted to do was live my life.
Love the woman I had pledged the rest of it to.
Just a few weeks ago, I would’ve considered a prospect like that to be laughable. I wasn’t the type of man to get married and I damn sure wasn’t the kind who wanted to be some family man. Some husband and father who lived that traditional style of life.
I followed in Dad’s footsteps and became a Steel King for the exact opposite reason.
Women were supposed to be guests who came and went in my bed. Easily disposable and forgettable by the time the sun rose.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for a woman that changed my whole perspective.
When I was ready to live a life full of rage and self-loathing, she showed me optimism was possible. Hope was within reach.
All I had to do was open myself up to it. All I had to do was give it a real chance.
Give our marriage that chance.
As it turns out, it’s been the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Being with Teysha has shown me that things don’t always have to be so damn dark and brooding. There’s bright spots to life too, like the kind of love that exists between a man and his woman.
I just have to be the man she truly deserves. Something I’ve promised I’ll work at everyday ‘til I’m six feet under.
I come home to her curled up on the couch with another one of those books she loves so much. Not the Bible—though she loves that too—but one of those word porn books.
Pantless.
She knows exactly what the fuck she’s doing.
I crack a grin and drop down over her ’til my body’s covered hers and my lips do the same. It takes no more than five minutes for us to wind up with our clothes on the floor and her bent over the couch, my cock buried deep in her pussy.
It’s the kind of marital bliss you can only hope for but that’s our reality.
When the day of the wedding arrives, we’re lazy in bed, legs entangled in the sheets, snuggling close like she likes—and I do too.
We arrive at the pasture on the outskirts of town where it’s being held, in a calm and joyous mood. Teysha keeps tugging at the collar of my button up shirt, and I keep squeezing her hip, unable to stop touching her.
