Inevitable (A Kingpin Love Affair 2)

I could hear the doorbell ring off in the distance. It distracted me for a millisecond. It wasn’t Zerro. He would never come bursting through the door ever again. Voices sounded in the living room. Pulling my sweatpants off, I pulled on a pair of jeans and pushed my feet into my boots.

The voices grew louder until I decided I needed to see what the fuck was going on. My hands gripped the blade in my hand—the one his mother had given him. It was the only thing I had left of him.

I opened my door, and the sound of a voice I knew very well met my ears. I could already picture his whiskey colored eyes peering into my own. His breathtaking smirk, the way his muscles moved with him in an elegant manner. I shot off like a rocket down the hall not even caring how insane I looked. I wouldn’t stop at anything until I felt his hands against my own.

My eyes met his for a fraction of a second, and I had my arms wrapped around him. I panted against his chest, happy tears falling from my eyes.

“Piccolo…” he whispered into my hair while cupping the side of my cheek. I melted into his touch as I sighed in relief. I never thought I would hear him say that again. After ten minutes of standing in the same position, I released him.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you. I’m so fucking sorry.” His apology was sincere and as I stared into his eyes, I could see the pain we both shared.

“Where were you?” I questioned right away. If he wasn’t here with me, then he had to be somewhere. There was no excuse.

“I was being held by the FBI.” He shot someone a look, and as I turned to see the direction of said look, my eyes landed on Devon. When did he get here?

“You were with Devon?”

“Yes. Devon is FBI. He was planning to take down Mack. I was being held for a bunch of charges from the past. They had no proof, but they did end up striking a deal.” His eyes twinkled as he smirked.

“What kind of deal?”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a badge. “You’re looking at FBI agent Alzerro King, baby.”

My eyes grew wide as I took a step back. He was an FBI agent. Zerro the Mafia King was playing on the right side of the law.

With everything in me, I jumped on him kissing him with a fierceness I couldn’t contain.

“I love you,” I said softly.

“I love you, too, Piccolo…”

One year later

Bree

“Alzerro King,” I squealed as I crossed the threshold of the apartment. It was covered floor to ceiling with various colored balloons. It looked like a rainbow blew up in our house.

Silence followed suit as I pushed the mass of balloons out of the way so I could walk through. What the hell was going on?

“You had better have a god damn good reason for all this shit in here,” I growled. My hands were full of books. I ended up being able to take night classes at one of the local campuses. Though I was way behind on my past degree, I was able to catch up pretty fast and transfer credits over. It had always been my dream to finish my degree in nursing. I wanted to be able to help those who were the most sick. Healing them reminded me of my mom.

As I found my way into the kitchen, I threw the books onto the island watching them scatter across the marble countertop. Where was that man? Butterflies fluttered within me. Are James and Jared here? I thought Zerro had said something about them coming over, but being so busy, I hadn’t noticed. Though we were busy—Zerro with the task force and me with school, we were finding ways to grow with James and Jared. After all, they were the only family I had.

A throat clearing behind me made me turn around. My stomach was in knots, and my heart was beating out of my chest as my eyes landed on the biggest bouquet of roses I had ever seen, and the man I love was holding them.

“What is this?” My eyes were already filling with tears and I wasn’t sure what was going. Things had changed between us. In a way, we became even more in accord with one another.

“This…” He smirked gesturing to the balloons, roses, and me. “Is for you. Since the day my eyes landed on the photo of you at your mom’s farmhouse, I knew I had to have you. Even if it were for one little taste, it would be worth it.”

Taking a step forward, he placed the roses in my arms. “From that moment on, you ripped me apart—challenging my every move, meeting my every step. You loved me, even when I thought I was unlovable and when I thought there was no way we could survive this mess.”

Tears were flooding my eyes, and the emotions swirled within me causing my body to quake with need. I needed him like I needed air.

His fingers cupped the side of my cheek gently, pushing away the tears.

“I knew I would want you to be my wife the moment you saved my life. It was my duty to care for you, to protect you.”

Was he going to ask me to marry him? I couldn’t breathe my chest was so full of love. Slowly he dropped to one knee, and I lost it.

“Will you, Bree Forbes, marry me?”

There was no hesitation in my words. “Yes.” And then I kissed him like I hadn’t seen him in days. Like that first day when I saw him after two weeks of thinking I had lost him. Our love story was tragic and in ways, even brutal. Some would call it fucked up, but I would call it inevitable. We, falling in love—it was meant to be.

The End