Unexpected

8 : That's All I Ask

- King's POV -

As I sit here discussing my next upcoming fight with Demetri, the guy who runs the fighting ring, I can't help but think about my queen. I haven't heard a single word he's been saying for the last thirty minutes. My mind is full of nothing but fantasies of seeing her naked and riding me. My hands roaming her soft voluptuous curves. My tongue aches, anxiously waiting to taste her. I picture her thick lucious thighs around my neck as I bury my face deep between them, listening to her moan and scream my name as she cums only for me.

"King!" Demetri's voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I growl my displeasure at him.

"Do not raise your voice at me." I calmly tell him, giving him a warning glare. He sinks back in his chair and sighs.

"Have you heard anything I said?" I shook my head no and watch him roll his eyes in annoyance. "What's got your mind so clouded?"

"That is none of your concern. Just set the damn fight up and put me in the cage."

"Well, whoever "she" is..." His air quotes were prominent and sarcastic. "You need to get rid of her and focus on this. The fighter I have lined up is nicknamed The Machine. I heard he took on four fighters at once and still had enough in him to fight two more times the very same night. This will be your toughest opponent yet." I wanted to jump over his desk and ring his neck for making that comment about my Saba but I ball my fists and dig my nails into my palms. I will never "get rid" of her. She's mine!

"Demetri, I will only say this once. If I ever have to repeat myself to you about this subject again, you won't like the outcome." I get up from my chair and lean over his desk. "Do not concern yourself with what's going on in my life. You are here to set me up with fights, nothing more. You are not my coach, my friend or my father. Now set the fucking fight up and never presume to tell me what to do again." He sighed and nodded. I walk out of his office slamming the door behind me. I feel like hurting someone. I walk past the guys and to my car.

"Where you going?" Noah asks leaning against the driver side door, talking to me through the rolled down window.

"Don't worry about it. Get the info for the fight from Demetri. I'll meet you guys back at the house." I turn on the car and feel the engine purr beneath me. Calming my nerves for the time being until I can have my queen in my arms to calm me completely.

As I pull up to the shop, I see a black truck sitting about a block away. Two shitheads in the front with binoculars. Fucking amateurs. First rule of recon is tint the fucking windows so you're not spotted. I recognize one of them from the night Victor visited me. So he thinks he can spy on me and my baby? This is going to be fun. I was going to try and surpress my anger but now, I have a great outlet for release. I back up my car before they spot me and park it behind the shop. I take the long way around and come out behind the truck. Making sure to stay in their blind spots, I lean against the back and quickly take out my gun, attaching the silencer on the end. I calmly walk up to the driver's side and open the door, shooting the passanger in the head and pointing the barrel of the silencer to the driver.

"What the fuck man!?" He screams and raises his hands in the air.

"Lets go for a walk shall we?" His hands still up, he gets out of the truck and walks in front of me as we reach a secluded spot behind the shop. "That's far enough." He stops and turns around.

"What do you want?" His voice shaky and dripping with fear.

"The better question is, why the fuck are Victor's men doing recon on a little coffee shop?" Suddenly his demeanor changes. His hands fall to his sides and he puts on his mean mug face.