Page 7 of The Fallen King

An hour later, his phone pings. He takes it out and shows me the text. Room eight in the back, closest to the exit.

“I’ll go get the car and bring it around the back,” he says as he leaves through the front entrance, and I head for the room in the back.

Walking down the dimly lit hallway, I reach room eight and slowly open the door. As I enter, I notice the red lighting, a dresser with shelves that hold different sex toys, a four post bed with a sheer canopy, and a velvet chaise lounge chair.

Stepping deeper into the room, I see the man is hog-tied with his hands and feet tied behind him while his face is buried in the silk sheets as she pegs his ass. Shaking my head, I kneel on the bed beside them, taking out the syringe Kane gave me filled with a sedative that could very well knock out a horse and jab it into his neck. His body jerks for a second before going deathly still. She removes herself from his body and walks out of the room without a backwards glance. Rolling him onto his side, I try to lift his pants up the best I can so I can carry him over my shoulder to toss him in the car.

The door suddenly flies open and Kane stands in the doorway. “Ready?” he asks, and I nod as he helps carry this fucker out of the room. He stops at the threshold and looks both ways before stepping into the hallway towards the exit doors. Pushing them open, the frigid air hits my overly warmed skin, sending a chill up my spine. The car sits outside the steel door with its trunk open. We toss him in and shut the trunk.

“How long will that sedative last?” I ask, and he laughs.

“We’re going to have to give him another dose halfway through the flight home. Geoff has the jet ready and waiting for us,” he says as we climb into the car and head for the airstrip.

Zayn Cruz came to the castle a few months ago for a party Flynn threw and took advantage of the maid. Flynn has no patience for that type of disrespect, so now he wants his blood. Why we couldn’t just kill him ourselves is beyond me but Flynn’s the boss, and just like with Jade, whatever the boss wants, the boss gets. Now, if only the boss let me kill who I want to kill, then all would be good in the world. But for now, I have to be a good little soldier in order to get home to where my fucking heart is.

six

New Mission

One month later…

Stepping into Flynn’s room, I look to where he lays in his bed, hooked up to monitors. His health has declined rapidly over the last month, and no one has a clue why. Ever since the day we tortured and killed Zayn, he hasn’t been the same.

We’ve had additional guards coming in and out of the castle, but something in my gut is telling me things aren’t what they seem to be. Me and Kane have been looking over his medical records and can’t figure out how a certain poison keeps coming up in his blood tests. We refuse to tell him what it is because we know if we do, the outcome could be catastrophic. So, until we figure out how to help him and stop this poison from riddling his body, we will continue to keep him in the dark.

Walking over to the side of his bed, I sit in the chair next to him like I’ve been doing for the last four weeks.

“You wanted to see me?” I ask, and he smiles.

“I know you hate it here, but this mess is almost over,” he rasps, and I nod. “Jade and Spade will fly in this evening. There’sa council meeting tonight that Jade will attend as the head of the family. I’m granting you time with Spade before I ship you out,” he tells me, and a smile spreads across my face.

“Thank you, I appreciate that,” I tell him, but he lifts his hand.

“I’m sending you home but not as Dario Roselli,” he says, and I raise a brow, causing him to laugh.

“They are looking for a new guard, someone to protect my daughter and grandchildren. Who is better than you? The dead husband and father, then some strange arsehole,” he says as my eyes widen.

“I get to go home? But not as me? You want me to be someone else?” I ask, and he nods, coughing as he tries to sit up.

“That is correct. Your new identity is Zayn Cruz, the asshole we killed. No one will think anything of it. I have your resume and history set in place. Kane will give you the file, and you’re on the first jet out of here by midnight,” he says, and I laugh.

“So, I’m still a dead guy?” I say, and he laughs, coughing as he does.

“Yes, you have a time limit there. She needs to be strong, Dario. I need her to be ready to handle everything and anything that comes her way. I apologize for putting you in the middle of this, but it needed to happen,” he tells me as I sit back in my seat and cross my arms.

“Why me? Why not Spade or Jameson?” I ask, and he snarls at the mention of Jameson.

“You’re the leader. You’re the strongest of them all. I’m not knocking them for who they are even if I despise the Callaghan boy, but you are the glue that makes them whole. The one who keeps them in line. Spade would’ve blown his cover. He couldn’t handle this type of job,” he confesses, and I nod. He’s right. My brothers couldn’t ever do this. Some days, I don’t think I will survive, but today, I’m still standing.

“Alright. I’ll go. Even if it kills me to be so close but yet so fucking far away,” I say, and he nods.

“Remember, it’s only temporary,” he tells me, and I take a deep breath. “Alright, son. Go pack. I’ll have Kane tell you when they arrive,” he says as I get up from my seat.

“I’ll see you soon, Flynn,” I tell him, and he smiles as I walk out of his room and down the hall to mine.

Hours later, my bedroom door swings open as Kane steps in with Spade. Getting up from the couch, I round the coffee table as Spade crashes into me, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

“Fuck, it’s so good to see you, brother,” I tell him, squeezing him back. Kane shuts the door behind him after giving me a nod as Spade pulls away, pressing his forehead against mine.

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