The King (Gentlemen Rogues 2)

Webster leaned back and tsked, his dark hair flopping in his face, his blue eyes bored. Why was he bored? He had me in his grasp, so I expected more from him.

"What the fuck do you want?" I demanded.

“You, my dear, have caused me more than my fair share of trouble."

"Well, considering you murdered my parents, I figure your debt is eternal.”

Emotion crossed over his expression. "Look, about that—"

"Nope. I have zero intention of hearing whatever you have to say about that. You lied. You gained my trust. You used me, and then you murdered them."

His brow furrowed. “I know what you think but—"

"No, fuck you. The moment I get free, I am killing you."

"I don’t think you have it in you."

“You don’t know me,” I scoffed.

He chuckled then. "Ah, little one, you have grown into a feisty cat. I can see why he likes you."

He leaned down to brush some of my braids out of my face and I jerked back. “I swear to fucking God, if you touch me, I will kill you."

“You don't understand, do you? I'm not trying to hurt you."

My stomach rolled over as I considered. “If you don't want to hurt me, what do you want?"

“Can't you see I’m protecting you?"

"By murdering my parents?"

"Like I said, what happened to your parents was not the plan.” He shook his head. “I never intended for them to be harmed."

"Bullshit. You put a bomb on their plane."

He swallowed, looking almost contrite. “I'm sorry for what happened."

“I swear to God, the moment I am free, I am going to murder you."

“You already said that. Now, love, I know you're mad. But we can't focus on our past right now. By the way, how's the new boyfriend? I like this one. I'm sure Gabe probably likes him too."

"What? You think you're my brother now?"

"Aren't we bathed in the same blood? That makes us a family of sorts."

“Fuck you."

"While you have grown into one hell of a feisty hellcat, which I do appreciate, you're not really my type."

“I swear to God, I’ll kill you."

“You keep saying things like kill and maim, but you and I are going to become very, very special friends."

"When Gabe gets his hands on you, you're done."

"Are you sure about that? Look, as much as I would love to keep arguing with you, I need to go. And I made sure you’re safe and secure while I’m gone."

“Fuck you."