Page 2 of Indulge
I scoff and let out a laugh.
“Help you? Marrying a fucking Irish stranger in another country is helping? You know I want fuck all to do with this life. You told me after Dad died I could step back and live my life. I’m not doing it.”
I glare at him as he takes a step forward and runs his hand over his stubble.
“Bel, this is the last time I ask you to agree. Do you understand? I’ve tried to be nice. I really have. But I can’t keep fighting you on this. It’s a King order now. You will be marrying Reggie.”
The words cut through me and steal my breath. My eldest brother just pulled an order out on me.
I shake my head in disbelief. I thought if I kept pushing, they’d give up on this.
“Come any closer and I’ll punch you again,” I warn him.
He looks exhausted. Not just by me. Probably by the war he’s just won to take over London.
But like any King, that was never enough. Now he wants America, and I’m the fucking key to his alliance.
“Please don’t punch me in the bollocks again, sis.”
Kane laughs behind him.
The first time Theo asked me to marry Reggie, I couldn’t help myself. I punched him—right in the fucking dick.
“You must really not want kids, Theo. Because you keep asking me the same thing, except this time you’re telling, not asking, and I think that deserves a kick to the balls.”
He shakes his head, giving me his famous death glare. I know deep down they all love me really. And that I can, quite literally, get away with murder with them.
But I’m not budging.
I’m never getting married. Ever. End of story. There is no one man I want to be tied to for the rest of my sorry life on this planet.
I’m Bella King. The menace. The free spirit, as my mom calls me.
I am not a housewife. I’m not the kind of woman you’ll find at home baking cookies, waiting for my husband to come home from work.
Kane waltzes over and wraps his arm around my shoulder.
“Please, Bella. We really need your help on this one,” he whispers.
And it almost softens me. Only because it’s him.
“I can’t, Kane. I can’t do this.”
I step out of his hold just as the doorbell rings. They all share a look.
“What? I’m not allowed to go out either?” I spit.
“Coming!” I shout.
“Your flight leaves in two days. You’ll have clothes and everything you need delivered there already,” Theo tells me.
I huff.
“You really want a slap round the face, don’t you?” I step in front of him, looking up.
Theo might be a mafia boss now. But to me, he will always just be my irritating older brother.
“You’re making this difficult. Go ahead. Hit me if that’ll make you feel better.”
