Page 6 of The Fallen King

“Do you realize who the fuck you just hit in there?” he shouts, and I shake my head, trying to focus on his face, but the sky is beginning to spin.

“Na, man. But I need to get in the car. Everything is spinning.” I say as he laughs, walking with me to the G-Wagon.

“We will talk about this tomorrow. But fuck, D, Flynn is going to kill us,” he says as he opens the car door for me. Looking at him, I frown.

“The only person in this world that can kill me is Jade, and I don’t even have her right now. I’ve got nothing here, Kane. Nothing. Everything I want, everything I love is a million miles away, and now I get to go home to nothing. I’ll suffer the consequences, maybe it will make me feel again because right now, everything is numb,” I tell him, and he sighs.

“I know, D. You get tonight, and maybe tomorrow, but then we are getting back to work. Remember, this is temporary,” he assures me, and I take a deep breath.

“I just miss her,” I tell him, and he nods, shutting the door as I rest my head against the seat. Closing my eyes, I think of my green-eyed Kitten, wishing I was going home to cuddle with her and our babies.

I’m just a lonely man with nothing left to give.

five

Rage

Months have gone by, and as a punishment for me beating our rival Irish family, Flynn sent us on a mission to find a few people that needed to be handled. One being Teagan, Jade’s aunt, who has been a fucking ghost.

A few times, I've reached out to Spade to check on everything, and this jerk sent me a video of him having sex with Jade. I wanted to rip his fucking dick from his body, but I jerked off a few times to her sounds. I fucking miss the noises she makes, but when I see the prick, he is definitely getting nut punched for that shit. The weekly photos of the kids are wonderful. It makes my heart full to see them even if I’m not there to hold them or help take care of them.

In a month, Jade will receive a letter from the lawyer taking care of my estate. I left everything to them. My siblings get nothing. Spade told me that Giovanna is with the Abazi family, but they are working on getting her and my nephew out of there, which I was relieved to hear.

“When are you going to shave that face of yours? You scare all the ladies away,” Kane chides, and I laugh.

“Are you sure it’s not your ugly fucking face, you prick?” I reply, and his eyes widen.

“I am not ugly. You take that back, you Italian jerkoff.”

“I need to find a barber to clean it up, but it's going to have to wait until we get out of Spain. While we’ve been here, I haven’t seen one,” I tell him, and he rolls his eyes.

Sitting at the bar, waiting for our mark to show up, I nudge Kane with my elbow and lift my chin towards a man with long black hair and a full beard, dressed in an all black suit walking in the door of the brothel we are sitting at.

“Is that him?” I whisper, and he nods as I follow the man's movements as he speaks to the madam in hushed tones. Kane leans into me, but before he can speak, I growl. He whips his head to follow my line of sight, then turns back to me as my eyes narrow at the newest guest who accompanies our mark.

“D, who is that?” he asks as my body shakes. Rage flows through my veins as I watch this motherfucker laugh and flirt with the sex workers swarming him. Kane kicks my shin, bringing my attention back to him. Taking a sip of my bourbon, I take a deep breath and remember where the fuck I am and that I can’t make impulsive decisions.

“The man that walked in behind our mark is the prick responsible for stabbing my wife and killing my daughter,” I spit as his eyes widen.

“Fuck!” he curses, and I nod.

“Fuck, is right. Do you know hard it is to sit here while he fucking laughs and smiles, knowing what he did and there isn’t shit I can do about it?” I growl as he takes a big gulp of his whiskey.

“Our business is with Zayn Cruz. Not the other Lad,” he tells me, and I look at him with narrowed eyes.

“I’m well aware of the mission. I’m just telling you how I fucking feel and how hard it is going to be to not kill them both,” I reply, and he nods.

“Maybe we wait until he is alone. We can pay one of these girls to get Zayn alone. Then we take him to Flynn,” he says, and I nod.

“That’s the only way to not turn this place into a bloodbath,” I seethe. He signals one girl over, whispering in her ear. Her eyes widen but soften just as fast. She nods as he takes his phone out, letting her put her info on it. I assume he sends her payment because she kisses his cheek and goes right for Zayn, dragging him into a room.

“She will place the call when she’s ready for us. In the meantime, we chill out,” he tells me, and I finish my bourbon, ordering another. “You’ve been drinking a lot lately,” he says, and I roll my eyes.

“Don’t worry about me and my alcohol intake. Mind your business, Kane,” I reply, and he shakes his head.

“I’m just looking out for you, Lad,” he tells me, and I shake my head.

“I’m fine. Just working through all the shit in my head,” I confess, and he nods as we go back to scanning the room as men come and go from this place.

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