“Everyone calls me King.” “And?” I ask, not knowing what he’s getting at. “You don’t.” “That’s because you have a first name, why the hell would I call you by your last?” “Who gave you the right to call me by my first name?” “Huh?” “Call me King.” His face lights up with malice. He’s enjoying this. The bastard is enjoying seeing me helpless. I thought Aiden was crazy before, but it turns out he’s a fucking psycho. “Call you King?” I repeat, incredulous. “It’s not rocket science. Say, please let me go, King and I might.”
