King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

“You need to eat something. I’ve made you chicken soup,” he said, and then he left the room.

I sunk into the bed, surrounded by the scent of the man I was in love with. I could hear him in the kitchen outside, tinkering about and getting the tray ready. Then I heard his cell phone ring and his raised voice. I tried to listen, but I couldn’t listen to the words. A few minutes later, King walked back into the bedroom, gripping his cell phone tightly in his hand.

I straightened up when I saw his face. He looked like he was ready to punch someone again.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him as he walked towards me.

“It’s Romero. He knows what happened and he wants to speak to you,” King said, and I stared back at him. His dark eyes had darkened, even more, his face was taut and humorless. I needed him to tell me what to do. I didn’t know if I even wanted to speak to my father.

“King…” I breathed, and he sighed.

“Speak to him if you want to, Valentina…he’s your father, it’s your choice,” he said, and I looked at the phone in his hand.

“What should I say?” I asked him, and he clenched his jaw.

“It’s up to you, babe. I don’t give a shit as long as you are safe,” he said and slid the phone into my hands.

I took it from him and stared at it for a few more moments. King was about to walk away, but I stopped him.

“Please stay here,” I pleaded with him, and he nodded and sat down at the end of the bed.

“Papi?” I said, bringing the phone close to my ear.

“Valentina! Oh, my baby girl! I’m so happy to hear your voice. Are you all right?” he sounded worried, like genuinely worried…but I wasn’t falling for it. My voice hardened quickly, as memories of everything I had endured in the past week came flashing through my head.

“What do you want, Papi?” I snapped at him, and a sound like a wince escaped his lips.

“Please, Valentina…you have to understand that my hands were tied. Juan was threatening to kill me, you and everyone we know,” Papi was pleading, and my nostrils flared. I was staring straight into King’s eyes as I spoke to my father.

“What makes you think that I won’t tell Jesus to sniff you out of whichever hole you’re hiding and put a bullet through your heart?” I hissed at him. The words that were pouring out of my mouth didn’t surprise me anymore. He had fed me to the dogs. My father. I owed him nothing anymore.

“Valentina…you have to believe me. The only way I could save your life was by trading you to them willingly. That was the only way we could both keep our heads,” Papi cried on the other end, and I blinked.

To hear my father pleading, to hear his voice so shrill and defenseless was a shock to me. I never thought Papi capable of stooping this low, but then I hadn’t thought him capable of a lot of things.

“Valentina?” he urged me, and I took in a deep breath.

“You should know, Papi, that I will never trust you ever again.”

“I’m sorry, my daughter. I know I deserve that. But believe me…” he started saying, and I cut him off.

“Yes, I’ve heard it already. You were trying to keep me alive!” I snapped, and he shut up. He was whimpering openly now, and all sense of pride had left him.

“What can I do, Valentina? What can I do to make you believe me?” he cried, and my eyes flickered as I stared at King. He looked satisfied too like he approved of everything I was telling him.

“You will spend the rest of your life working towards the welfare of the children. You will get a job, an actual volunteering job with the social services. I don’t care how you do it, but you will, and I will make sure that one of Jesus’ friends monitors your work. Until the day you die,” I said, and I could hear the sound of relief in Papi's voice as he agreed with everything I was saying.

“To begin with, you will work towards rehabilitating all the kids that Jesus and his MC rescued,” I added, and Papi agreed.

“Thank you, Valentina…I promise that I won’t disappoint you,” he was blubbering his thanks, and I interrupted him again.

“Oh, and by the way, Jesus Moreno took my virginity, right under your nose, ten years ago. And I’m going to have sex with him right now,” I said, and I cut the call and threw the phone away from me on the bed.

King was smiling, and I smiled back at him.

It didn’t take him more than a second to close the distance between us. He lunged at me, and he had pinned me down on the bed with his body, kissing my lips and chin and leaving a wet trail down while unbuttoning his shirt that I was wearing.

My breasts popped out, and he quickly latched his mouth on to my left nipple, sucking and pulling and flicking it with his tongue. The wetness spread quickly between my legs, and I arched my back to meet our bodies together. His cock was already erect, tenting his jeans and I stroked myself against him.