Francesca Romano

Chapter 41 | In My Head

King's pov

"I'm going to ask once then," I started as I placed on my gloves. "Then I'm going to beat the holy hell out of you." I tightened my gloves around my wrist and paced in front of the man that sat tied to a chair in my basement. "Where's Saniago?" I asked. "Please don't hurt me." He begged, pulling at the zip ties around his hands. "Don't beg, go with dignity." I said before landing my first punch to his nose and another to his jaw. My third punch and he was close to passing out. "We just started don't take a nap yet." I laughed, shaking off my hands. "I just want to go home." He cried. "Yeah well people in hell ask to turn the ac up a bit."

I threw another punch to his nose and started to feel the tingle in my knuckles. He blinked over and over trying to stay awake. He kept begging but I ignored and listened to myself think. It wasn't pretty though, the more I thought the harder my punches got. "I just had a fun night." I kept punching, never stopped, he was begging but I never listened. "His back." She was taunting me with just a few words. States away this guy was eating at me. She had a smart mouth, everyone knew that but that was just mean, rude.

"That's all you got? For a King you get tired fast." I wasn't paying attention and my punches slowed down and got sloppy. I stood up straight and laughed. "No, for a King I don't show enough mercy. '' I said before hitting a straight punch to his mouth, knocking the chair and his limp body over to the ground.

I took a breath and walked back up and into my kitchen. I took off the gloves soaked in blood and dropped them in the sink. I sat on the other side of the counter with my laptop and as soon as I put in my password the screen of my ticket flashed before me. Showing that I go back to Italy tonight. I almost couldn't stand the thought. Having to go back. This time just stay out her way. Don't go over thirty minutes away from home. Maybe even twenty to not risk it.

I wanted my back fucked up. I wanted my handprint bruised into her neck. Wanted to see if her moans were as angelic as her voice. I shook my head and laid my head on the cold counter closing my eyes. I bet Reid was over there with her. I know he couldn't care less if she was fucking around. As long as he got his turn no matter what. I didn't want to seem like that, like I just wanted to fuck and leave her be. Even if I wanted to do so I couldn't leave her alone. I'm in another country and she is in my head. Why was she in my head?"

I groaned and stood up. I filled a bowl with cold water and walked back down to the basement. I looked down at the passed out body on my floor and dumped the cold water onto him. He tried to sit up as he grasped for air but his body wouldn't move from the chair he was tied to. I hovered over him and waited for him to come to his senses. "I'll tell you where he is just please, let me go after." I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up. "You have my word."

"He's in a hotel south of the Rialto Bridge." I listened to each word he said. "He's in Italy?" I asked. "Venice to be exact. All I know is he's there and in three nights he's going to make a trade at the Performing arts theater. Money for Guns." He talked quickly, and out of breath. "Why would the Latin need guns?" I shrugged my shoulders and sat in the chair in front of him. "They plan on going to war against Cuba." I nodded and stood up before pulling my gun from my waistband. "Wait wait, you gave me your word." I smiled. "I'll take it back now." The sound of the gunshot bounced off my walls as my phone rang in my pocket. It was my mother. I sat down on the couch and watched as my phone rang. I haven't spoken to anyone since I got here. The moment I hear my mothers voice I'll head right back home tonight. I wanted a minute to think If I wanted back.

I turned on the tv yet there was only one voice I could hear. "You guys should see his back." Fine. Let me see his back and I'll put a knife through his spine. Women aren't one to brag about sex. She doesn't seem like the type either. Maybe she didn't mean it, maybe he just wanted us gone. "Maybe you have someone keeping you here." She had to have meant herself. So why switch up and talk about screwing someone else.

She was just saying it to get us to leave, It didn't happen. But the way her neck was bruised, no way. Her neck was bruised. How ruff for a man's whole hand print to be on her neck, and she's still breathing. Something was off. I was off my game. I could profile anyone but her. It's like I couldn't allow myself to do so.

Please doc, get out of my head.