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

by J. L. Beck

  I collapse onto his chest, and just when I think it’s over, he slides into me. He places both hands on my hips, holding me in place, waiting for me to come back down from my high.

  “You clench me so fucking tightly, baby,” he whispers in my ear, his teeth grazing my skin.

  I sit up to look down at him. His eyes are a dark chocolate brown with flecks of gold I hadn’t noticed before.

  “I’m hungry for you… Starving…” he murmurs, kneading my breasts in a way that has me moving against him.

  “I love you,” I blurt out, slamming down on him.

  I’m working him in and out of me, focusing on my pace when I think I faintly hear him say, “I know.”

  I watch as his head tilts back with his mouth open. His eyes are closed, and he looks to be in heaven.

  “Fuck yes…” he hisses as I continue to slam down on him. My hips pivot with every movement, and I feel his tip rubbing against my back wall.

  “Oh yeah, baby… Ride that cock… Show me who owns you…” His dirty words and seductive voice push me harder.

  I stop bouncing and just swivel my hips back and forth. I push down on him hard and am met with a delicious reward. His hands grip my hips harder and harder as he urges me to go harder, my clit rubbing against his cock. Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Fuck yes.

  “I… Can’t…” I barely get out in between breaths. My chest is constricting, and my body is reeling with pleasurable sparks. His hands slip from my hips and behind his head as I open my eyes and peer down at him. He’s watching me ride him with eyes that are glazed over and a soft smile on his lips.

  “You can, and you will come, again and again, until I tell you that you can’t anymore.”

  “Ahhh…” I continue to ride him harder and harder. Every slide in and out pushes me that much closer to my goal—to the finish line.

  “Come. Now!” he yells suddenly. My insides clench around him, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I stop breathing as beautiful, colorful flashes erupt in my head. I can’t stop myself from scratching his chest. My nails dig into his skin so deeply, I worry he might be bleeding.

  His hands come back up to my hips where he holds me so he can slam into me repeatedly. My legs tremble like jelly, and just when I don’t think I can take anymore, he’s there pushing me to the edge again.

  Enzo’s cum fills me to the brim as he pushes into me until he grows soft. I fall against his bloody chest, surprised that I did that to him. I feel like a bowl full of Jello shivering uncontrollably, so I don’t resist him lifting me.

  “The guys will be back soon. We need to get dressed,” Enzo tells me while running his fingers up and down my back.

  “Okay,” I groan and peel myself away from him. My body feels extremely worked over, and I really just want to take a hot bath, but I also don’t want to be naked when Eli is close.

  I get dressed and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair when I hear Enzo and another man’s voice. I instantly recognize the voice, and it sends shivers down my spine. It belongs to a face that I would much rather not see.

  “She wasn’t ever part of the plan, Enzo,” Eli says.

  I hear the sigh that Enzo releases. I can almost see his face. I’m sure it’s filled with anger and agony.

  “It doesn’t matter. She’s a part of the plan now, and that’s all that matters.” My heart swells with love. At least I know he won’t be killing me or making me leave him.

  “It matters…” I can hear the anxiety in Mack’s voice. Something is very, very wrong.

  “Why does it matter? She was nothing before this whole incident and will be nothing after everything takes place. She’s clean. I know it.” Enzo sounds confident, and though I know I have done nothing wrong, if Mack convinces him I did something, I know I am as good as dead.

  “It matters because I know she’s not clean. After Jared called me and told me what Luccio said, I did a little digging on her and found some shit out.”

  Horror fills my mind. What is it that Mack could have possibly found out about me that will force Enzo to turn me away, or better yet, kill me?

  “I’ve never trusted her either,” Eli adds.

  Moments of complete silence pass, and I swear they can hear my heart beating out of my chest. A moment later, Enzo speaks through clenched teeth. “What did you find?” Venom is in every word that leaves his mouth.

  “She’s the pig. I know it,” Mack exclaims. It’s as if putting my ass on the line was worth something to him.

  “No, she’s not. You’re so fucked up, Mack. I have trusted you from day one, but accusing someone of such dumb shit is just—”

  “Really? Didn’t the whole basement thing prove that she can’t be trusted? Then she tried to get away at the club. You know she offered me sex in exchange for helping her escape?”

  My eyes grow large at his lie. Mack is lying. Why? I thought Eli was the one I had to watch, not Mack! He’s fucking lying to the man I love. He’s feeding Enzo lies.

  “That’s a lie,” I declare, walking out of the room. I don’t look at Mack, whose eyes are probably boring into me. Instead, I focus all my attention on Enzo, begging, and pleading with him to know the truth, to believe me.

  “I told you the truth. I told you what happened,” I remind him softly, coming to stand near him. I see the gun in his lap and feel like running for the door.

  Mack laughs. He actually laughs. “You honestly want to believe this whore over me? She’d sleep with any of us to get what she wants. You’re going to believe her over one of your most trusted men since you came to leadership?”

  “That is such a fucking lie! I can’t even stand to look at you, much less want to touch you!” I throw at him. Looking between Mack and Enzo. I can see the indecision on Enzo’s face and that he doesn’t know who to believe.

  Then my eyes turn to Eli, and what I see in his eyes shocks the hell out of me. He also looks taken aback and indecisive while staring down Mack like he can’t believe what he just accused me of. I’m so confused right now.

  “It’s not a lie, and you know it,” Mack counters with such force that I can practically feel the hate in his words.

  “It is, and if you were half the man you’re supposed—”

  “Enough!” Enzo screams, causing me to take a step away from him. My body and mind are reeling in an attempt to find the loving man who I had been with mere moments ago.

  “Go stand over there…” He gestures to me. When I don’t move right away, he pulls his gun from his waistband and points it at me. I scurry across the wood floor near Mack, even though it’s the last place in the world I want to be.

  Enzo’s eyes observe all of us. “One of you is lying, and I’m going to fucking find out who.” His eyes are black as he swings the gun back and forth between us.

  “I’ve been your right-hand man since before you became the boss. You aren’t going to accuse me of lying,” Mack states.

  Enzo cocks his head, an evil look crossing his face. It’s then I know the man standing before me is nothing like the man who made love to me, the man who showed compassion and shared his story with me. Instead, the man standing before me is the shell of that person. This person has no heart, no feelings, nothing can break him, simply because he believes he has nothing to lose.

  “Prove to me how you aren’t lying.”

  “How do you want me to do that?” Mack yells, his voice taking on a furious tone. I keep my mouth shut, knowing if I talk out of turn, my brains could very well be splattered across the wall.

  I glance over at Eli, who has taken a step back. His eyes ping-ponging between Mack and me like he is trying to solve a puzzle.

  “Tell me this information that you found on her,” Enzo sneers, unable to look at me or say my name. That has to mean something, right? That has to mean he feels something for me. That if he points the gun, he won’t actually pull the trigger, right?

  Mack shuffles his feet back and forth for a moment as if he’s nervous. Then he talks
, and my life spirals out of control.

  “I found out from one of Luccio’s men that her father works for the FBI.” The second the words leave his mouth, I’m retaliating.

  “That’s crazy! This whole thing is a lie!” I frantically assert over and over again. Tears escape my eyes as I try to make sense of the whole thing. Why would Mack say these things?

  “So, all the info you have comes from Luccio. There is no other source?” he inquires, deathly calm.

  “I confirmed his info with other sources… and there is more.” What now? What additional lies can he come up with? What more could rip me to pieces other than Enzo thinking that my father is in the FBI? That I had betrayed him?

  “Talk.”

  All I want to do is cover my ears. I don’t want to listen to the lies that bastard will spew.

  “Not only is her dad in the FBI, but he was the one who shot and killed your mother. Amara knew this all along. She knew this whole time. She was simply pretending to be something that she wasn’t.”

  The accusation has me flailing for air. What did he just say? Though nothing about this is funny, I feel like laughing. Mack is crazier than I ever thought.

  “Is that true?” Enzo grits out through his teeth. His eyes are so dark. He doesn’t even look like himself.

  The tears keep coming, so I’m unable to gain my voice to say anything. Without an answer, he loses it. He comes at me and grabs my arm with his free hand while digging the gun into my side.

  “Is that fucking true?” he screams, his face right on mine. His hands grip my arms as he shakes me until my teeth rattle in my head.

  All I see is a blur of him as I try to get my mind and body to function so I can answer him. My legs hit the floor as he pushes me down, releasing me to walk away. His hand grips his hair as he stares at the gun in his other hand and back down to me.

  “No. No, it’s not true,” I whimper, tears still falling. “Don’t listen to him,” I plead, looking him straight in the eyes.

  “Silence,” he orders, walking over to me with his hand raised. Will he hit me? Will he hurt me?

  “That isn’t true!” I shoot back. “Nothing he is saying is true…”

  Silence ensues for a long second before Enzo speaks. “Get the ropes and tape!” he yells to Mack. I’m lying on the ground on my side when his face comes into my vision.

  “Was it all a lie, Amara? Was it all some fucked up lie so that you could get into my head? So you could get the inside job done and walk away unscathed?” His voice is so loud in my ears, I push away from him.

  “Was it?” he shouts, demanding a response, his fingers gripping my chin, pulling me closer again.

  “No!” I gasp. “I love you. I really do. I don’t know what he’s talking about. He’s a liar.”

  I try to push myself up. I need to get up to escape, but I know there’s no point in running. Enzo wants me dead. The man I love wants me to die.

  “Enzo, maybe you should calm down. Take a breather,” Eli says, reminding me that he is still here. Again, I’m shocked that it’s him who is the voice of reason. “Something doesn’t add up…”

  Enzo shakes his head like he doesn’t want to hear what his friend is saying. I look at Eli, pleading with him with my eyes to keep going, to make him understand.

  What kind of fucked up day is this, that Eli out of all people, is the one who is on my side.

  Mack comes back into the room, shooting Eli a dirty look.

  “Bind her feet and duct tape her mouth,” Enzo orders Mack. Taking a step back, and I await my fate.

  “I didn’t do it...” I cry and beg. My pleas go unnoticed. Enzo finds a bottle of bourbon and starts drinking it straight from the bottle.

  “Shut up, you stupid bitch,” Mack says smugly, pressing my face into the wood floor while he binds my hands and feet together with the rope.

  “Listen to me!” I demand over and over again. Nothing changes in the way he looks at me. I know the hate he has for the people who killed his mother, and I know even the absurd possibility of me having any relation to them will do me no good.

  “I changed my mind, leave the duct tape off,” Enzo coldly commands. His voice is far off, and I wonder if it’s me who’s slipping away or him. My body is pulled up until I’m resting on my knees before him. Is he really going to kill me? Is this the end?

  I look into the eyes of the man who took me, the man who I saved from death, but I see nothing of the person I fell in love with. I know today isn’t just my funeral but his as well. With my death will come guilt and heartache like he has never felt before.

  The gun in his hand is cocked and loaded. The light glistens off the metal as I watch him raise the barrel toward the side of my head.

  “Tell me you didn’t know, Amara.” His face is the same as the beautiful man I made love to just hours ago. Our love is magnificent, but in the big world of things, it is nothing. Fear courses through me as I wait for him to pull the trigger. He will… I have watched him kill too many people to think otherwise. He always pulls the trigger…

  “Tell me! Tell me you didn’t fucking do it, Amara! Tell me that this bullet isn’t for you. Tell me because right now, I’m contemplating killing the one person who means more to me than anything else in the world.” Enzo’s voice, though frantic and anguished, is soothing me and giving me hope. Maybe, just maybe, our love can conquer the darkness that is lurking close to his surface.

  There is no point in begging him. I know it will do nothing for me, but I have to try to make him understand Mack is lying. “I didn’t… I didn’t know, I swear...He’s lying! My God. How could I have even known you were going to be at my house to collect from my father the day I came home on break? You met my father, whom you, yourself, described as weak and simple-minded. You honestly think my father could kill someone? He didn’t even fight to save me, his own daughter! He let you take me because he was scared of you. There’s no way a simple, spineless farmer could be a tough, intelligent FBI agent...” My voice halts in the midst of me trying to convince him I’m telling the truth. Time stands still as Enzo stares into my eyes. He’s looking at me but doesn’t see me. Hate and anger come to the surface with a vengeance.

  “He’s your father, Amara. You had to know. Payment is due, and this bullet has his name written on it in your family’s blood.” He refuses to listen to reason, refuses to believe me. Gone is the man I have grown to love and care for. I know death is imminent when I feel the cold metal of his gun against my head.

  “Any last words?” His voice is so cold that I barely recognize it as the same tender voice that proclaimed his love for me only hours ago.

  “You have to believe me. Look at me! Look at me and tell me you can’t see that I’m telling the truth. It is Mack who is lying, Enzo. Please. You once claimed you could always tell when I’m lying. Why can’t you tell now?” I’m breathless, drowning in my own tears as I try so desperately to make him believe me.

  “You cloud not only my mind, but my judgment, as well. I want to believe you. I really do, but I’m in the middle of a war. Not only with Luccio’s people, but with myself. I’m at a fucking raging battle with myself because of you! The good you unlocked in me is fighting to be free, but the dark, evil, fucked up part of me is telling me not to trust either one of you. That part of me wants to see both of you with bullets in your heads.”

  Time stands still as I take a deep breath. There is nothing else to say. The monster has been set free, and he won’t be at peace until I’m lying on this very floor in a puddle of my own blood.

  The silence is literally killing me, it surrounds us, sucking the life right out of me.

  “Then, pull the trigger!” I scream. I feel every single shred of hope leave me. My body, mind, and soul shut down. I am ready, there is no other way around it.

  “I will…” He pulls the trigger. He actually pulls the trigger. The sound of the gun going off is loud as Enzo’s beautiful face is the last thing I see before my world goes dark.r />
  23

  Amara

  My ears ring with the sound of a gun being shot. Enzo shot me. Or did he? If he did, why am I still awake? Why am I still breathing, and why is my heart ready to beat out of my chest?

  Another shot sounds, and I’m not sure what’s happening.

  Then I hear Mack’s laughter filling the room, making my stomach quake.

  “You thought this bitch would be smart enough to do something like this?” Mack asks.

  I look up and find Enzo is on the ground, his face filled with pain as he stares at me. Another groan catches my attention, and I turn my head toward the sound. Eli is also on the ground, holding a bleeding wound on his leg.

  I tear my eyes away from him and return them to the man in front of me. The look in Enzo’s eyes says he’s sorry, begging for forgiveness, speaking the words he can’t say.

  “It was you…” he groans.

  “Ding. Ding. Ding. Of course, it was me. Did you think I would sit idly by while you reaped the benefits of everything I had done for you? I was tired of being treated like shit while the ‘King’ sat on his throne. Instead, I turned you in to the FBI and made a deal with them. They let me off the hook—I give them you. They’re on their way here to pick you up now. As for Amara. Well, that hot piece of ass is coming with me.”

  “No!” Enzo shouts, trying to reach for his gun. Mack kicks it away with ease, and my hope goes flat. He’ll never be able to reach the gun now.

  “Yes,” Mack mocks. “Then, once we’re finally alone, I’m going to fuck her every way possible.”

  I try my hardest to wiggle out of the ropes, but end up losing my balance and fall forward onto my stomach with nowhere to go.

  “Leave her alone,” Enzo grits, rolling over to search the floor for another weapon.

  “Yeah, fuck no. She’s coming with me,” Mack says, “but first…” My eyes go wide when I see Mack pulls a knife from his boot. I shriek when he grabs me, but I quickly realize he is cutting the rope between my ankles. “I’m not carrying your ass.”