Page 82 of Sinful King

“You know you can.”

He hummed and kissed just below my ear.

“Don’t mind me…” I whimpered as he stepped away. “Finish the job and I’ll give you what you need.”

My entire body had submitted to his command, hands moved off instinct alone, the blades attached to my fingers piercing flesh completely.

Blood soaking the gloves, my sleeves, leaked all over the floor. The smell hit me and I inhaled, loving that first initial hit more than anything.

“I needed this,” I said, looking over my shoulder to be sure he heard. “Thank you for my gift, but I expect flowers afterward.”

“Whatever you want.” The low rumble of his voice gave me chills. “Now cross the room and do it again.”

I traded my knuckle knives for a gun and approached the other man, arm lifted.

First, I aimed for his head then shook mine. Wasn’t right.

Then, I lowered it to his chest. Two shots in the center would be enough to end him.

I could feel Sean’s eyes as he waited silently for me to choose.

Something about it made me pull the trigger.

The first shot went to the stomach, then the thigh and the shoulder. His face contorted but the paralytic kept him from moving or letting out a scream, even though I wanted to hear it so badly.

I tugged the trigger again, hitting him in the stomach then knee. I lowered the gun and admired my handy work, every one of those shots meant to make him bleed out.

“Don’t regret this later,” I said, turning to my husband who had a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth.

This was more than him wanting me to kill with him as my audience. He was setting the tone for later and his words as he approached proved it.

“What I get from you being your absolute self isn’t control, Amoy,” he said, stopping directly in front of me. “It’s the right to be irrational about everything concerning you. No questions from my wife. No demands from my second-in-command. You feel me?”

I nodded, knowing I couldn’t argue with him about it even if I wanted to.

“I feel you.”

“Good. Remember this conversation…” he took a step back, pulling me with him by my hand after I removed and dropped the gloves. “Let me clean you up, so I can buy those flowers and feed you.”

I looked back at the bodies and smiled.

It was a far cry from our first valentine’s day, and it was all because of him…always him.

TWENTY-FIVE

sean

“All hail the king.”

Rían bent forward and tried to kiss the ring on my pinky but I nudged him in the forehead before he could, not finding his joke funny. I took a seat in what my father called the throne room, hidden behind a sliding wall in the library of the O’Sullivan headquarters—the only place we ever congregated with members of the mob who weren’t family.

Becoming the Boss meant being here all fucking day while everyone came to swear loyalty.

My grandda and da had gone through the same initiation process. It was more about seeing who showed up promptly and who took their time.

I didn’t care for this part and Rían was well aware of it.

Nevertheless, I appreciated being able to put eyes on him for longer than the short FaceTime calls we had since I moved back to New York.

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