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Oh, this stupid motherfucker… I stand. And he shuts the fuck up.
King jostles me, his arm loosening just a touch as he sort of bounces me, like he’s trying to boost me higher. His arm tightens again as he grunts, “Heavy.” This bastard. I’m still terrified, but his shitty comment is enough to spur me out of this frozen state. I claw at the hand over my mouth. My filed short nails barely even scratch his skin. “Knock that off.” He gives me a little shake. “I like ’em heavy.”
“Damn, King. You finally call me with something interesting.” Nero continues to laugh. “Can’t wait to hear this story.”
“Jesus, woman.” She almost dislodges my grip, so I tighten my hold. “Just fucking chill.”
“Are you really making fucking popcorn right now?” Nero doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to since the increased popping replies for him. I sigh. “Do we have a crew nearby that can take care of a body?”
“But if you ever look at my wife like that again, I’ll remove your eyeballs from your skull.” He pauses. “Understand?”
“Why do you call me that?” Because I’ve always wanted to call someone Baby. Because your pretty eyes call to something inside me. Because you fucking belong to me, and I’ll call you whatever the hell I want. “Because I want to.”
Her smile is pure. And it makes me feel like an absolute asshole. She’s so lovely. Pretty. Friendly. Kind. And I basically stole her. Literally kidnapped her. Forced her to marry me.
I eye the aircraft. Fuck it. My life is nothing but chaos now. What’s a little plane crash to add to the mix?
“This is my wife.” Andrea laughs, but it sounds forced. “Wife? You’re joking.” She spares me a glance. “No offense.” Lots taken, hoebag.
“Love me or hate me, Honey, but neither of us is ever touching anyone else again.”
He shakes his head. “It’s either my King or Husband.”
Her mouth shuts, and I prowl toward her. “Don’t you ever put yourself between me and another man again.”
Honestly, what the fuck is happening?
“Also…” I swear I can see the smug look on his stupid face when he starts with that tone. “That wife of yours let you fuck her in front of a dead man, so don’t pretend like you’re ripping the wings off an angel.” “He wasn’t dead yet,” I grumble. “Good argument,” Nero deadpans.
