Loving a Killer | 18+

0.8 - The King

| Maddox |

I found Norah at my bedroom door that night, hand raised as if she was just about to knock. She gasped when I opened the door, then composed herself and budged past me as she entered my room without permission.

"Please, come in," I murmured sarcastically and turned around to see her looking around my dark grey room. Although, I was amused at her boldness.

"You can't possibly think that this is a good idea," Scolded Norah, pivoting back to look at me now. I sighed and walked over to my desk. I pulled out the top left drawer and grabbed my personal gun that I always brought with me just in case the impossible happened and I was separated from my primary weapon.

I could feel Norah's tension when she recognized the black metallic Ruger SR in my hand. I screwed the silencer onto it and lowered the gun. I brought my eyes back to her now paled, but still stunning, face. She met my eyes and swallowed down whatever fear she had had of the weapon in my hand.

"I'm King. Everyone in organized crime knows my name and fears it," I spoke with confidence, knowing the fear associated with my name. I'd been doing this since I was seventeen. Nine years, I had been killing for her father, and not once have I failed to do as I was paid to.

"You're going in blind. I thought you said you usually do your research whenever you have a target? Do you even know how many Russians there are going to be? What about the ones coming for the trade, do you even know who they are-" Norah started to ask all the questions I had asked myself at the table this morning. I stopped her mid-sentence,

"You already know your father sent me to keep track of you once the Russians threatened your life, which means I've been watching them as well. We all have. I know what I'm approaching," I released the magazine from the gun and checked it. I replaced the missing bullet from two nights ago and used the palm of my hand to load the clip back into the gun. Shoving the gun into my boot, I brought my eyes back up to see her tugging at her lip, as she always did when she was nervous.

And fucking hell, she had no idea why she needed to stop doing that. If she didn't...

I only glanced at her bitten lip for a second before she could notice.

"Look, I know you're worried, but there have been worse situations that your brothers and I have been in-" I started to reassure her in a monotone voice, but now she decided it was her turn to cut me off.

"I'm not worried," Norah insisted, her voice almost offended that I had assumed so. "I just don't want to wake up and find a bunch of body bags in the foyer..." Her voice quieted towards the end as she thought more about it.

I chuckled at her obvious nerves. She'd been on edge ever since she woke up down the hall a few nights ago.

"There won't be any body bags tonight. Not your brothers and I at least." I smirked.

"Trust me, Princess," I stepped closer to her, keeping my eyes temptingly connected with her own,

"The Russians won't even know what hit them until Lucifer informs them that King came to visit."

• • •

The four of us left in the Escalade, Luca driving, Ricardo and Matteo in the back, and I in the passenger seat, assault rifles loaded in the trunk. Matteo absentmindedly tapped the gun with his finger as the ride to the docks was quiet. Luca pulled the Escalade into the alley behind the warehouse and shut the lights off.