Flower He Couldn't Pluck

CHAPTER 10

TYLER'S POV

I stormed into his room, "What the fuck!?" I heard before I saw a woman lying beneath King.

"I need five minutes,"

"King."

He growls while the lady is still looking at me with murderous eyes.

THIRD PERSON'S POV

King looks at the woman with his eyes bathing in lust, he smirks before kissing her again.

She moans as he lightly bites her lower lip. He doesn't stop kissing, instead trails down to her jaw and gently sucks her skin.

He stops giving her pleasure after countable seconds before getting up.

"How about tonight?" Words leave his mouth seductively; she groans in distress but nods.

He leans and kisses her again, making sure their tongues fight for pleasure before he breaks it.

Getting up from the bed, King puts on his shirt while the woman picks up her clothes and gets up wrapping the blanket. She leaves the room without taking her death glares off Tyler.

"Honey, please close the door."

"Yes, King." She speaks in her sugary voice.

"King-"

"You are going to suck my dick if I find this conversation meaningless." He states with his face showing no sign of emotion.

Tyler's eyes scoop out for a second before he opens his mouth to speak,

"Oh, I'm kidding. You won't give an ounce of pleasure to me." He tucks in his shirt and sits in his chair.

"What is it?" He asks, his tone immediately changes and flashes seriousness.

"You sent your men to Rose's house last night?" Tyler asks.

"I see,"

"And you weren't there to protect her, my men almost dragged that brat out of the house!" He speaks in his devil-like tone. Sure he sent his men to her house last night, he had to remind her father of what Vazquez is capable of.

"Why are you doing this!?" Tyler yells at him, "You were told to protect her, keep an eye on her, that's how you do it?" only to hear this.

"I was planning to explode Nobel's quarter that night, some stupid mission assigned by you." He replies.

"Then you know, you aren't capable of multitasking." He states calmly earning a restless grunt from Tyler. King notices Tyler's hands forming into fists, he couldn't help but smirk it off.

"You said Rose will not be harmed in any of this."

"Is she?"

"Yes, she is! Your men hurt her parents; you think she's fine?"

"And $3 Million?" He questions restlessly.

"Rose's father owes Wyvern $3 Million,"

"And that is without interest." He speaks.

"Her so-called-dad took it from my dad, and thought he'd be free after he died,"

"There's no way her father, or she can repay it in a week, King!" He spats, concern for Rose is evident in his voice.

"Look at you, all restless and upset for that girl. You know her fate, right?" He asks as if he is reminding him of something.

Tyler speaks nothing.

"That girl belongs to me, that girl will be used for my revenge. Do not forget that." Ruthlessness is gliding through his mouth.

"But-"

"And there is a way for Rose to repay this money."

"What-what is it?" Tyler asks, his face moulding into confusion.

King goes to his table and takes out a paper from the drawer, and glares at it for a few seconds before letting Tyler see what is it.

"Your next task,"

"Make her sign this." He speaks, handing him the paper.

Tyler glances at him before looking down at the sheet. The moment he reads it, his expression drifts to shock and disbelief.

"You can't-"

"You can't do this!" He speaks in utmost shock and disgust. He cannot believe what he just read.

"I am not doing it."

"Rose won't sign it!" He yells at him in rage.

"Calm down, hero. Aren't you forgetting something else, something far more important than Rose?" He turns around to sit back in his seat.

"Or someone." Tyler's rebellious eyes immediately soften. "Let's try again," King speaks after a long pause, giving him enough time to reconsider.

"Are you helping me to have Rose's sign on this?"

Tyler looks at him with loath, thinking how can someone be so cruel for having something their way?

"Tyler?"

King sighs,

"Alright then, if that's what you want. I'm going to kill them by myself, and you may have your free-"

"Rose will sign it!" He cuts him off, despite wanting to tear the paper.

"I'll have her sign on it, King." He says, leaning his head down.

King smiles, enjoying the sight.

"Six days."

"Huh?"

He walks towards him,

"I need this paper signed in six days; else you know the consequences."

"You may leave." King pats his shoulder, not to sympathise with him, but to demonstrate what power he holds around here.

Tyler looks at him, he's on the verge of crying, but crying never works in this business. He turns around to leave and as reaches the door, King speaks again, "Please send that girl back in here."

Tyler nods.