The King's Pawn: The Complete King Crime Family Duet

by J. L. Beck

“Good choice.”

  20

  Enzo

  I roll over in bed, accidentally moving my shoulder. Fuck. A sharp pain shoots through my arm and deep into the bone. I clench my teeth, holding back the growl that desperately wants to escape my lips. I don’t want to wake Amara. She’s been more than a little concerned with what’s going on with my shoulder, and I don’t want to stress her out anymore, especially since we are basically in the middle of a war between the mafias.

  I look down at her. Her skin has small bruises and scratches on it, and I can’t help but run a finger along one of the marks, wishing my touch can simply make it disappear.

  A soft whimper escapes her beautiful lips, and I feel my dick growing hard. I know that I shouldn’t be messing around. I know I need to save my strength, but I survived because of this woman. I had considered her a weakness, but she is the strongest fucking thing, even stronger than I am.

  Sitting up slowly, I move to my knees. She is on her belly, which is fine with me. I slowly wiggle out of my night pants. Pulling up the hem of her nightshirt, I notice all she has on is a thong. I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. She is sexy as fuck… I imagine how her ass will look rosy red as I smack it repeatedly. Will her skin glow red as I pound into her from behind? Will she purr and moan, begging for more of me?

  I pull myself from my thoughts as I slowly stroke my cock, which is sitting at full attention, ready to take her as its next victim. Spreading her legs and pulling the thong to the side, I bend down and begin licking deeply. Her ass cheeks move as I nip at her entrance.

  “What the…? Ah… Ah…” Her question turns into moans and pleas for more. She humps my face as I deliver lick after lick. She tastes delicious like she always does. I pull away, entering her deeply with one finger.

  “More… Fuck me,” she begs. I smile against her skin. She won’t be getting off that easy.

  “Ride my hand, baby,” I growl, gripping her by the back of the neck. She arches her back, her pace picking up. I watch as her pussy slides over my finger over and over and over again. If I don’t stop her, I am going to come just from watching her.

  “Stop,” I gently command, releasing her and pulling my finger from her entrance. She whimpers, but only slightly as I situate her face down, ass up. Her legs are on the outside of mine, and her pussy is saturated with need. That need is for my cock.

  She presses back against me as I use my good arm to grab her hip and hold her in place. I smile. My piccolo is very eager for my cock.

  “Is that pussy hungry for my cock?” My voice is just on the verge of slipping into animalistic territory. I want her so badly, I’m just not sure what part of me wants her more—the evil side of me that says keep her forever or the new caring side of me that says let her do what she wants. Either way, at this very moment, I know nothing will stop me from fucking her like I own her. She is mine and always will be.

  I slam balls deep into her. She clenches around me, holding me in a vice that is so tight, I almost pass out. “Every time I slip inside this tight pussy, it’s like heaven—you’re like heaven.” She makes no attempt to speak; she merely moans and pushes back against my cock.

  I slip in and out of her with ease, her tight pussy taking every inch of me. My hand bites into her flesh, and I can’t stop myself. Even if my shoulder hurts later, it will be worth it. I grip her by the back of the neck again, making her fall on her stomach and arch for me.

  She whimpers as I hit deeper than I ever have before.

  “Who owns this pussy?” I ask between clenched teeth. I have no ownership of her. Not anymore. But I still want to hear her say it. I still want her to say I own her.

  I grip her neck tighter, plowing into her deeper. My lips are on her ear as I whisper the words again, “Who owns this tight cunt, piccolo?” A shudder runs through her as I plow into her again and again.

  “You do. You… Do…” She barely gets the words out in between breaths. My chest is heaving, and my balls are burning. I want to come so badly, but I know doing so will be the end of our bodies being one, and I can’t handle the separation yet. Except, the pleasure is too great, and with one last push to the end of her wall, I come. Her walls clench around me as she cries out, meeting her own orgasm.

  Releasing her, I collapse onto her back. I pull myself from her and roll to my side right away, dragging her with me. Her eyes are closed, and her face has this content and blissful look on it. I smile, knowing I gave her that look. It has only been a day, but I feel closer to her now than I did before. I still haven’t opened up about anything, and we haven’t talked about what happened, but words aren’t needed when bodies can do the communicating.

  A sigh comes from her lips as she peers up at me, finally opening her incredible eyes. I’m certain I will never get used to looking at something as beautiful as Amara. She has taught me that in the blink of an eye, life can end. Without her yesterday, I would be dead right now. Even though I have killed many people and probably deserve to die, I am alive and am grateful for it. I am not saying I am turning over a new fucking leaf because I’m not, but I will try to be a better man when it comes to her.

  “You’re such a dirty talker,” she whispers breathlessly. I smile, laying a kiss against her forehead. She has no idea. The moment my cock met her pussy, there was nothing else I could say. The words I spoke, though dirty, were true.

  “Dirty talking is just another thing I’m good at. Plus, you like it.”

  Her deep brown eyes roll as if to say shut the fuck up. I know I’m cocky, but when you’re me, you have a reason to be.

  “We shouldn’t have done that. If Jared finds out you were getting rowdy with me, he’s going to be pissed.” Her concern for me and my safety over Jared has me laughing. She doesn’t know Jared like I do. He is a friend, a very close friend, who I met back in grade school before I knew I had responsibilities. Before, I knew I would be the king of a mafia. That was back when I was normal when I had a mom and did things that were ordinary.

  “Jared isn’t the big, bad wolf, Amara. He’s just an old friend who also happens to work for me. He couldn’t kick my ass if he tried.”

  “Oh, really, asshole?” I hear Jared’s voice on the other side of the door just before he walks in. I pull the covers up over Amara, who is still blissfully happy with her post-orgasmic face.

  “Call me, sir, douchebag.” I smirk at him, making him snort.

  He comes to sit in one of the chairs by the door.

  “I called Mack. He said he and Eli will be back up in a few days. He wanted to lay low while taking care of everything since you caused a complete shit storm. They are raiding every part of your house looking for you two.” My blood boils as I look down at Amara.

  They are looking for her and going through all of my things. My personal fucking things! The very things I have earned and make me the person I am, are probably destroyed. The fucking nerve of these people! Luccio deserved to die. He was going to kill me, so it was either him or me. When it comes down to a bullet, I will always choose to put one in the other person.

  “I didn’t cause a shit storm,” I proclaim, pulling myself from the bed and pulling on my sleep pants. Amara is about to doze off again, and I don’t want to cause a bunch of fuss.

  I get up, and Jared follows behind me, closing the door. We head into the kitchen, where I rummage through the fridge for the juice. Once I find it, I pour a glass and take a long drink from it.

  “What the hell happened? I thought you were doing the right things? You had me driving you all over the place. Amara told me that you found out who killed your mom. When did you start claiming women? What the fuck happened?” Jared rambles obviously stressed and confused by what is going on.

  “Amara was never meant to be anything. She simply fell into my lap. I did what I had to do. I took her in return for a debt that was owed. She was my indebted, now it is I who is in debt to her.” I slam back the rest of the juice and wipe my mouth.

  “So, s
he’s not yours, but you dragged her into this fucked up, sick, and twisted mess?” The thought of her no longer being mine has my blood boiling. Isn’t she still mine?

  “Like I expected this shit to be so out of hand? Luccio was basically my family. He took me in when I lost everything, but he put the knife in my back. I had no other option but to kill him. Like I told Amara, it is kill, or be killed.”

  Jared runs a hand through his hair, looking away from me and up at the ceiling as if he can’t believe the shit I have gotten into. It is fucked up, yes, but it is just the start of the war.

  “I’ve known you forever, Enzo. You always told me you had it under control. Now, you have a full-on war with another family on your doorstep, and a girl you don’t really know if you can trust or not.” He eyes me.

  “She’s a farm girl. She was away at college, Jared. That’s cause to say she’s dangerous? She was simply paying a debt that her father owed me,” I growl at him, my grip on the glass in my hand is tense, and I am afraid that if I don’t let it go soon, we will have glass shards all over.

  Moving a couple steps forward, he laughs in my face, his expression telling me he doesn’t believe a fucking thing I am saying to him. When did I get off my game so much? When did I start allowing people to act like this?

  “Enzo,” he says my name as if he wants to say something else, so I stand there waiting for him to spit out whatever it is that he wants to say. “You’re right. She’s probably innocent, but that’s not the point. If she is, then you have dragged her into something that is dark and violent. She won’t be able to go back to college for a while, and her life has completely turned the fuck upside down.”

  “You aren’t helping…” I mutter, a feeling of guilt washing over me. I’m never guilty of doing anything. I have killed hundreds of people, but that woman in there has me feeling guilt. Guilt that is going to eat away at me every time I look at her beautiful face.

  “I’m not trying to,” he retorts. My fist unclenches, releasing the glass onto the marble counter. It falls, breaking into a million pieces. The shards scatter in every direction, but I don’t even care as I bring my fist back down onto the counter.

  “I won’t feel guilty for anything I did, Jared. It had to be done. I have killed countless….” I pause for a moment, looking him straight in the eyes. “Countless people. I have killed for no reason at all. I feel no remorse for any of it.”

  “But you feel guilty for dragging her into this, don’t you?” His voice is quiet, and I can barely hear him over the blood rushing in my ears. My heart is pumping at Mach speeds, or at least it feels like it.

  Do I feel guilty for it? I have held a gun to her head and wrapped my hand around her delicate neck many times. Neither of those things makes me feel guilty, though. Why? Because I knew I would never kill her. The thought enters my mind without resistance.

  I can’t answer Jared even though I know the answer is deep inside of me. I have dragged someone who is, in fact, innocent into my shit hole. The very fact that he is right has me growing angrier.

  “It’s not like I meant for any of this to happen…”

  “You feel guilt, though, don’t you?

  I’m avoiding his question. I don’t want to admit that I hate what I have pulled Amara into. I don’t want to admit that I have feelings for her. At least not aloud. Caring for someone just means another weakness.

  Losing my parents has led me to believe anyone you love will be ripped from you. Caring and loving just puts an X on your back. Enemies will know how they can hurt you the most.

  “You’re such a fucking hard-ass,” Jared mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. “Just admit it. For the first time in your fucking life, you care about someone.”

  “Just stop.” My muscles are taut with aggression. I feel the need to kill something or someone right away. Jared is starting to look really appealing on the ground in a puddle of blood...

  “It’s not a weakness to care for someone, Enzo. I can tell you right now that when I saw you on the ground, I thought the worst. Then there she was, standing there with a gun trembling in her hands ready to take anyone out who even looked at you the wrong way. She’s stronger than you give her credit for…”

  My heartbeat speeds up as it fills with adoration and something else—love? It can’t be. I don’t love anyone. Love isn’t even a word that I know how to say. Still, she saved my life, so I feel as though I am indebted to her. Most people would’ve left me there to fend for myself.

  “Fuck. Okay, I feel guilty for putting her in this situation.” My clenched hands unclench as I think about her lifeless body on the ground, a bullet hole in her head, her body surrounded by a dark puddle of blood. I can’t handle it. I can’t let her die. Not at my hands.

  I’m a monster, a sick and sadistic one, but I feel different when it comes to her. It is no butterflies and sunshine bullshit, but it is something that causes my heart to race and my blood to boil. She is becoming something to me.

  “I knew it,” he says, smirking at me. I raise my eyes to his. He has a smile on his face. The fucker knows what it takes for me to admit something, and he’s rubbing it in my fucking face?

  “Get the fuck out of here before I wipe the floor with your face.” I turn on my heels, heading to get the broom.

  “I’ll remember that at your wedding, asshole. As a matter of fact, I’ll put that in the best man speech,” Jared yells after me. His words stop me in my tracks. Wedding?

  I hear the front door slam and know he has taken my advice on leaving, although not before leaving me with the thought of marriage. Can I ever get married? Can I commit to someone? Will Amara even be able to handle someone like me?

  She is strong, given everything that has happened in the past twenty-four hours, but to have to go through it every day for the rest of her life… Can she do it? The better question is, can I let her?

  I walk around the house, aimlessly, going stir-crazy. For the first time in my life, I have no answers as to what to do. If the FBI is on my ass, there isn’t a lot that can be done. Hiding is all that can get them off your radar for a while. Then, the second you fall back into the limelight, they will be on your ass again.

  Amara has slept the whole afternoon, and though I want to wake her, every time I walk into the room to do it, I can’t. She looks so at peace in bed, and I know if I wake her, the peacefulness that resides within her now will be gone.

  Instead, I sit in the chair across from the bed and watch her delicate body. I appreciate her plump lips, the slope of her back, and the way her mouth parts as she allows a sigh to escape her lips as she sleeps.

  She is magnificent, and she is mine. No longer able to hold back, I slip back into bed beside her. I need her to wake up. I need to talk to her, tell her how much her life has changed. The moment she saved my life is the moment she became a part of this war.

  “Piccolo…” I whisper in her ear. She doesn’t move, and for a moment, I think she doesn’t hear me. That is until my eyes sweep across her face. Her big, brown, doe eyes are wide open, peering up at me.

  “What time is it?” she asks, her voice full of sleep. I smile at the sound.

  “It’s late. I just figured after letting you sleep all day, you would want to get up.” She rolls over, stretching. My dick automatically awakens, rising to the occasion. Of course, the fucker wants to interfere right now when I have business to discuss.

  Her eyes roam the room as if she is looking for something. I wonder what she is thinking. Is she scared, worried, afraid? Does she think I will kill her after everything that has happened between us?

  “What is going on in that head of yours?” I ask, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. I have never been the type to caress, touch, love. There isn’t a bone in my body that is made for such simple touches.

  “I’m just thinking about how much things have changed. When I woke up, it took me a second to realize where I was and what was going on.”

  Sighing, I look deeply int
o her eyes. “Things are going to change. Whatever life you had before this is gone. You and the person you used to be are gone. The second you saved my life is the second that everything changed for you.”

  A smile pulls at her lips as her brown eyes sparkle brightly in the light. “My life changed the moment you took me.”

  “I know that, but I mean it will never be the same. Ever. Whatever freedoms you had before, you don’t have now. I know I promised you that you could leave, and you can. I swear to God, when all this is over, if you want to run, you can. You can go wherever the fuck you want to go, but just know that while you’re here with me, you’re mine.” I’m being possessive, and I don’t even fucking care. What Jared said to me hit a nerve.

  “Yours.” I kind of like the sound of that.” She laughs softly.

  “Yes, mine. Now, I have a plan, and it’s going to involve us staying in hiding for a while.” I am never one for running and hiding, and if I didn’t have someone I actually cared about for the first time in my life beside me, I wouldn’t be hiding now either.

  “What’s your plan?” she asks, genuinely curious about what I’m going to say.

  “Mack and Eli are coming back in a few days.” She cringes slightly at the sound of Eli’s name, and I’m wondering why. Did he do something to her?

  “Great. What else?” She sounds completely displeased with the idea of Eli, and I can’t help but ask again.

  Moving closer to her, I rest my hand on her shoulder. “Is there something I should know about? Did Eli do something to you?” There had been so many times when I allowed him to go downstairs and check on her without my knowledge of what took place. Then again, this is Eli, one of my trusted friends. He wouldn’t go against my orders.

  “No…” Amara’s voice shakes as the lie escapes her lips. Anger rushes through me as my hand slips from her shoulder and up to the back of her neck, where I grip her tightly, pulling her face to mine. Our lips are almost touching when I speak.