A Vicious Proposal (The Fallen Kings of Eden)

by Kristy Marie

I had a plan, but I got greedy, and wanted the girl, too.

How cute. He’s pretending to be the villain after showing me his secret lair of women and children with special needs that he funds with all those billions of dollars he inherited.

“I’m starting to think your threats are merely harmless flirtations.”

“The only way you will leave this marriage early is by God’s will. So, unless you’re praying for your heart to stop, it will beat at my side until I shatter it between my cold, dead hands.” Now he’s just showing off.

“You could have just said you loved me. You didn’t have to woo me with those sweet promises.”

“Whether you admit it or not, under that blazing hatred is a good man who hides his love behind his flames and protects it with the very thing that’s destroyed him: fire.”

“I’m not a good man!” he growls. “But I can be… with you.”

“Say you love me,” I roar, unhinged.

I couldn’t give more fucks if I had them. This woman makes me crazy

“Because I fucking love you!”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you or question your devotion. I simply don’t ever want you to be without because of me.”

“No, sweet girl. Not blood—poison.”

“Like your husband, I have my vices, too. My enemies don’t escape flames; they accept their fate with the law, or”—he fingers the vial of poison—“they do the world a favor and spend eternity where they belong.”

“I’m no lawyer.” He says lawyer like it disgusts him. “I’m a profiler.”

“prefers something more chaotic. Such as my flame biting her skin when I burn the lies from her.” A laugh bursts from his chest. “In that case, I’ll up the tempo. After all, we all need to be laid to rest to a melody of our liking.”

When Enoch chose my brothers and the covenant was formed, he commanded we not cross each other.

“After all, I’m assuming once I tell you she ran off with Blake and one more favorite person of yours, you’ll kill her for giving you a headache. I was preparing.”

“You keep it. You can set it ablaze next to her body. It’s normally my signature, but in your case, it will be your freedom.”

“You have two options.” I strike the match and hold the flame in front of his face, watching as fear saturates his gaze.

“You can tell me what I want to know, or my friend will hold you down while I set everything in your home ablaze.”

see a big-ass grin emerge on Shakespeare’s face as he begins to bounce on...

but if my husband is the scariest motherfucker I’ve ever seen, Shakespeare is the runner-up.

want to know who called in the anonymous tip that led to his arrest.” Because it certainly wasn’t me.

“But don’t let my mercy fool you. If I don’t hear from you in two days, I’ll drop in for a visit. You won’t see me coming, but you will witness the wake of my destruction.”

“No, you’re my wife—my eternal sunflower—until death parts us both.”

“The person who made the call was Assistant District Attorney, Enoch Gadot.”

“Push me away, but just know when you come to your senses and figure out your shit, I’ll be with my sister, waiting for the most epic groveling session ever performed by an arsonist.”

I retaliated the only way I knew how—I set Enoch’s car on fire.

“Alistair.” He sighs. “I’m your grandfather.”

am prouder of you than I was of your father. You have been through so much, Alistair, and still, you are a good man.

Reese has always been my muse—my passion. I’ve loved her more than I’ve hated her. And for the first time in my life, I’m going to allow her to tell me what to do.

Reese: I know you’re ignoring me on purpose.

Reese: Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I couldn’t be prouder. My wife has emptied and frozen all my accounts.

“It’s about time you came to get her. If I hear one more story about how amazing you are, I will feed her to the pigs.”

“She’s scrappier than she looks. I doubt your slow ass could even catch her, much less lift her over the fence when she’s kicking and screaming.”

“You wanted something from me, Mrs. Cain. What is it?”

“This, right here. The empty space in your chest.” “Where my heart should be?”

“Yes, that. I want to own that space forever. Not six years or twelve—forever.”

“Now, ask me to marry you.”

“Reese Cain, I will never stop coming for you. If you run, I won’t be far behind. If you hurt me, I will punish you; if you hate me, I will love you. But I will always come for you. Will you spare me the hassle of always having to hunt you down and chain you in the basement by marrying me? I promise I can be the man you need for the rest of your life.”

“Yes, I’ll marry you for real this time!” I stand, pulling her up with me. “Good because we’re making up for lost time and leaving for Hawaii. I think society calls these trips a honeymoon.”

“Cohen! You came to see us!” Smiling, I follow the coos and squeals to the lobby, finding my soon-to-be-son grinning while showing off his new glasses.

“Da!” he hollers when he finally sees me, wiggling furiously in Reese’s arms. “Da!”

I walk over, take the squirming three-year-old, and kiss his wet cheek. “Ha...

Reese and I knew the minute we saw him in the arms of a social worker that he was our son. With his extra chromosome and my sparkling personality, he wi...

Cohen has been a blessing to our family and has given me something I never thought I’d have: an heir.

I think your dairy allergy is rubbing off on me.” Surely, she knows a food allergy isn’t contagious. “As soon as I smell Cohen’s milk, I feel nauseous. This morning, I even vomited.”

Flutters swirl in my stomach—a lightness I’ve never felt before. Is this what fucking happiness feels like? “I don’t think that’s an allergy, Flower.”

“No, I’m pretty sure society calls it morning sickness. Congratulations, Mr. Cain. Today, you...