Page 3 of The Fallen King

“She made it clear. I’m not the Lad for her. She only has eyes for you three eejits,” he says before walking off. Getting to my room, I sit down on the bed, taking out the phone Flynn gave me, and powering it on. I need to text Spade and see when he’s available to speak to me.

Me:

Spade…

Spade:

Ri?

Me:

Yes

Spade:

Thank fuck. Flynn said he found you and I’ve been waiting over a week for your text. I’ll call you tomorrow or in the evening your time.

Me:

How is she?

Spade:

Multimedia Image sent.

Me:

Thank you. Talk later.

Spade:

Roger that

Leaning back against the pillow, I stare at the picture he sent of her laying in bed, sleeping with her mouth parted and her big belly showing. God, I miss her. I can’t wait for this to be over. I know I’ll have so much explaining to do, and a lot of groveling, but as long as she will have me, I will do whatever is needed to gain her trust back. Because what is a fallen king without his queen?

three

I Want To Go Home

Waking up the next morning to my phone blaring next to me, I grab it, press the green button, and bring it to my ear.

“Hello?” I rasp.

“Ri. Fuck man, it’s so fucking good to hear your voice,” he says as I rub the sleep out of my eyes and clear my throat.

“Tell me about it, brother,” I reply as he sighs down the line.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he whisper-shouts as I hear the roar of his engine.

“Russia, apparently,” I tell him, and he audibly gasps.

“Holy shit, how did Flynn find you? He was very cryptic with the details, and since I’m headed to the mill, I got plenty of time to catch up.”

“Good, because I feel lost in the sauce since waking up.”

“What do you mean since waking up? What the fuck happened?”

Sitting up, I throw the blankets off of me and head for the bathroom to take a leak.

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