Page 8 of The Fallen King

“Shit, Ri. I fucking missed you, but Jesus, you look so different,” he whispers, as we both sob together for a moment.

“I know, Reid, I know. But guess what?” I say as he pulls away, wiping his tears.

“You came out of the closet and let Kane get all up in that?” he laughs, and I roll my eyes.

“You fucking wish.” I laugh, punching him in the arm. “Oh, I almost forgot,” I say, slapping him in the nuts as he falls to his knees, cupping himself.

“What the fuck was that for?” he yells as I stand there laughing at him.

“That was for sending me that video. You know the one. You prick,” I growl, and he laughs hysterically as he tries to get back to his feet.

“It’s great spank bank material,” he says, wiggling his brows, and I shake my head.

“Oh, I know. It’s perfect,” I tell him. “But anyway, I’m coming home. I’ll be your new guard, so don’t be shocked when you see me in the house when you get back,” I inform him, and he whoops, throwing his fists into the air.

“Fuck yes. This will be interesting as fuck,” he says, but I just shake my head.

“It’s seriously so good to fucking see you. Where’s my wife?” I ask him, and he takes a deep breath, sitting on the couch.

“Council chambers. Getting ready to meet the circle,” he says, and I nod.

“Ri, when I couldn’t find you, I legit lost my fucking mind. I was so fucking worried and angry. It was so fucking hard not to tell the others, but fuck man. You scared the shit out of me,” he says, his tone serious.

“I know. When I woke up, not knowing where the fuck I was or how long I had been gone for scared me too. This shit was not a part of the plan. I was supposed to go missing, not get fucking blown up,” I growl.

“We should’ve known better. Nothing we plan ever goes right. It’s always been like that. We still don’t know how anyone got to your truck. The cameras come up empty. It’s like a fucking ghost did it,” he says, and I sigh.

“We will never have the fucking answers. Is the house safe though? Did Jameson add more layers to the system?” I ask, and he nods. Digging into his pocket, he takes out a phone and hands it to me. I raise a brow, and he smirks.

“Been keeping it safe for you, and I’ve even loaded it up with a ton of pictures of the kids,” he says, and I smile wide.

“Thank you. You’ve given me a lifeline. I appreciate it, brother,” I say, and he nods.

“But to answer your question. Yes, we have more manpower and a better system,” he informs me. As I sit back on the couch, the door opens and Kane enters my room.

“It’s almost time for Spade to go. He’s a part of the council. Surprise,” he says as Spade’s brows hit the top of his head.

“I what now?” he says as me and Kane laugh.

“Welcome to the family, brother. We are all a part of the council. Gio is standing in my place because Carmine will never have my seat,” I tell him while he sits there with his jaw on the floor.

“What the fuck?” he says, looking at Kane. “When were you going to tell me, you big bitch?”

“Now,” he laughs, and I just shake my head.

“Awee, come on, Lad. Being a part of the council is fun. What’s even better is that your wife is now your boss. Sucks to be you,” Kane tells him, and I laugh.

“She’s always been the boss. What are you new here?” he asks, shaking his head. God, it's so good to be around him again. I’ve fucking missed the banter. I just wish Jameson was here to yell at him, but most of all I wish my girl was sitting in my lap, so I could whisper all the dirty things I want to do to her.

A lonely man can wish, right?

seven

Home

The flight to the states was long and boring, but the minute I stepped foot on US soil, I could breathe a little easier. Before even going to my hotel, I got my beard cleaned up and my long hair situated. After that, I went to add some jewelry to my dick and nipples. If I have to be around my wife and could not touch her, I might as well put myself through the pain of more piercings, which take forever to heal, so no matter how much I want that woman. I can’t do shit for at least six weeks.

Getting to my hotel and preparing for tomorrow was the easy part. Trying to sleep knowing where I was going the next day was torture. I don’t think I slept much with all the emotions flowing through me knowing I had a role to play; the biggest role I’d ever have to fake just so I could be close to the ones I love. Pulling into the driveway of my home fills me with excitement and nervousness as I slowly bring my new Audi to a stop, putting it in park. I’m not a car guy, but this little speed demon was fun to take out. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I’m still not used to seeing my new face, especially with the gray contacts Flynn gave me, masking my eye colors.

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