Masked Royalty(bxb)

Part 2

Kysons pov:

No one knew I let him go, which I was so thankful for. But everyone wanted him back.

He was the most wanted criminal.

My parents sat in the office as they worked on the paperwork for it.

I hated the way my mother did whatever my dad said.
I hated how my father was in charge of everything, and I never liked telling people what to do.

Maybe that's why I can't be king, even though I have no choice...

The tv echoed from the living room, "as the masked shadow is accused once again, with manslaughter, but police are asking for any evidence on his most recent location as there have been no recent sightings of the masked shadow..."

"How can they accuse him if they haven't seen him...?" I spoke softly.

"Well, there's no evidence of anyone else...and he has a history. It's easy to blame him."
Father glanced up from the papers.

"That's not fair to him, though." My voice grew slightly louder.

"Son, that's enough. I don't wanna hear about it again." My father said firmly. I wanted to groan, but I wasn't going to get into trouble.

I pushed myself off the couch.
Glancing out of the kid, I saw multiple guards towards the front of our land.

My face lit up. It was him!
He's running from the cops again.

He had his pure black mask covering his face.
They dragged him back inside.

Throwing him into a cell again, I rushed down to see them chaining his hands and feet again.

"Ah fuck this! I'm into the kinky shit, but you guys are so boring!" He whined as they ripped off his mask.

"Really? What fucking difference does my mask make?" He continued to shout.

"You're back..." I spoke lowly.

"Only for you." He winked. I kept my gaze down, ignoring his flirty comments,

My dad walked in as the guards turned to face him.
There was a clash as the cuffs hit the ground. We all turned to face him.

"What? They were uncomfortable. The least you can do is fuck me." He winked at me.
The guards and my dad stood in astonishment.
He didn't even need me to help him the first time...

"Wait! Please don't go." I spoke softly; my dad turned towards me with confusion.

"Stay...please...don't keep running."

"Sorry, princey, I'm a loner. I don't stay for anyone."

"N-no, if I'm going to be crowned king, I can make choices...I want you to stay,"

Maybe he could turn his life around...try to do better.

None of his crimes are proven. This is his chance.

"Let's turn him around...while he is young and still has a chance..."

My mother shook her head as she clutched her hands to her chest.
"Son, do you know how much damage he could cause?"

"But he's never had a chance..." I whispered.

"He doesn't even wanna stay..." my father spoke softly.

"Stay, or we'll turn you in." I turned to him, observing his expressions.

He sighed....slowly stepping further into the room.
"If I have to stay, it's under the condition that you never use that stupid shock rod!" He mumbled.

"Okay..."

"Well, son, this is your first decision...don't mess this up." My father growled before walking upstairs.

"Why'd you do that?" He asked softly as he watched me.

"Well, I-"

"I don't give a fuck..." he smirked.

"I'll be out of here shortly anyway..."
My heart hurt for some reason, and I had no clue why. It ached to be apart from him already.
What the fuck was wrong with me...

"Well, I'll show you to your room for the time being..." I whispered as I showed him to a spare bedroom.

The second we entered the room, he began to take off his shirt, and his back muscles flexed as I stopped myself from drooling.

There was a knock at the door as Eva poked her head in.

Her gaze flashed between the man and me.
"It's not-"

"I don't wanna know - king and queen Edgerton and their kids are coming over tonight. Mother and Father requested everyone to show."

"Will you be there, beautiful?" The taller man stalked over to my sister. I caught sight of a tiny limp as he tried to refrain from stepping on his left leg.

"If you have a shirt on..." she blushed.
Why the fuck is she blushing. Eva is gay.

He dropped down on one knee, took her hand, and kissed her hand.
She smiled as he completely swiped her off her feet.

She left with a slight squeal.
"What the fuck was that?"

"Just being a gentleman, something you don't even know how to do." My jaw dropped as he walked over to me.

"Excuse me. I was the one raised with some decency."

"At least I'm not a prim and proper prince that does whatever the fuck my daddy tells me too."

I took a step back as I stuttered, trying to come up with a comeback. Each time he said something hurtful, it felt like a stab in the chest. I had no clue why...
Did he feel it too?

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You. Don't. Know. Me.
Don't try and start shit because I promise I don't give a fuck what your 'rank' is. I won't hesitate to kill you." He spat out as he turned away.

"So you are just as bad as they all make it out to be..." I whispered.
His body tensed up.

"I told you, you don't know me..." he grits out through his dark mask. "Now get out, princey." He said softer.

On my way out of the door, I froze.
"What do I call you?" I whispered.

"You haven't seen the articles...masked shadow." He mumbled.

"I'm not calling you that. Your name..."

"I don't have one." He mumbled.

"You don't?"
He shook his head. "If I did, I'm not telling you."

"So you do!" A small smile appeared on my face, and suddenly I was pretty curious to know what his name was.

"Please! Just tell me." I begged slightly.

"If you get on your hands and knees, keep begging just like that....anddddd suck my dick." He winked at me. I scrunched my nose up.

"Exactly." He grinned and chuckled softly as he turned further into the room.

I grabbed his shoulder as his body tensed.

"Please..." I whispered.

"You can call me Achilles..." he whispered before pushing his hand off me. I nodded and left the room, trying to hide my smile.

Achilles...he's such a mystery... there are so many questions I wanted to ask.

He had scars covering his back. He's been through so much.

I wish he would give it a chance...