Flick: King's Descendants #2 Read online

  “I love you, Briella. Know that.”

  “I love you, too, Flick,” she whispers back. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

  “You can make it up to me ...”

  “Oh yeah?” she smiles slyly. “How can I do that?”

  “By finishing what we started earlier.”

  “Ohhh, that.”

  “Yeah.” I grin. “That.”

  She puts her hands to my chest and pushes me backward until I hit the desk. “I guess it’s my turn to return the favor, huh?”

  She drops to her knees and I stare down, watching her with the kind of fascination that I can feel to my fucking core. I watch her undo my jeans, I watch her slide them down, I watch her free my already hard cock and wrap her pretty little hand around it. Then I watch her close her mouth around the tip and suck. She starts off slow, sliding her mouth up and down, taking only the head into the warm depths. I growl and my fingers tangle into her hair.

  Then she starts going lower and lower, her hands cupping my balls, her mouth consuming my cock. It kills me to know that she has gotten so much better at this over the years, and the idea of someone else’s cock being in her mouth makes me wild with anger, but knowing she’s mine now makes it a little easier to deal with.

  “Keep sucking, baby,” I growl, tightening my fingers in her hair and pulling her down so she’s taking my entire length. She gags a little, and it only makes me harder. I thrust my hips, making her whimper with pleasure or pain, I don’t know, but she doesn’t stop. She sucks my dick like a fucking warrior, her hands roll my balls around, and then one frees itself to curl around my shaft where she starts to stroke.

  Fucking magic.

  Her mouth is fucking magic.

  I growl as I feel my cum rising higher and higher. I want it on her. I want every drop of it on her face, soaking into her skin.

  “I’m goin’ to cum all over your pretty fuckin’ face,” I rasp, jerking my hips in a frantic motion as she sucks harder and harder until I can’t take a single fucking second more.

  I take her face in my hands, ripping my cock from her swollen lips. As she looks up at me, I unleash. Strand after strand of thick cum falls onto her face, and the sight is something that’ll forever make my dick hard when I think back on it. She looks like a fucking angel staring up at me, my release on her skin, her lips red and puffy, her eyes lusty.

  I fucking love this girl.

  From her head to her toes, inside and out.

  She’s my god damned queen.

  5

  BRIELLA

  I walk over to my sister’s grave and lean down, staring at her headstone. The headstone that is perfectly positioned next to Mom’s, the two of them forever resting in peace beside each other. A tear rolls down my cheek, followed by another, and then another. Until a flood of tears has me strangling back my sobs. It’s still so raw, so damned raw and sensitive. The fact that I’ll never see her again, never hear her laugh, never confide in her or tell her my secrets.

  Movement beside me has me lifting my head, and I see a man kneeling at a grave a few headstones down. He looks to be about the same age as Alarick, maybe a little younger, and he’s staring at a headstone, his eyes scanning over it, his fingers occasionally going out to graze the words. I wonder who that is? Is it his wife? Maybe his sister or mother? A friend? A father? God, a child?

  He looks up when he notices my eyes on him and, for a moment, our gazes lock. He stares at me, and I see he’s an incredibly good-looking man. Dark blond hair atop his head, messy and curling at the ends. Eyes that are almost yellow, because they’re not quite green and not quite brown. He has a thick beard on his face and is wearing a tight black tee and a pair of jeans.

  To look at, he’s very appealing.

  “I’m sorry for your loss,” he says to me, nodding at the headstone. “Who are you here to visit?”

  “My mom and my sister.”

  “Both of them?” he says, standing and walking over. “I’m very sorry.”

  “Yeah, me too. What about you?”

  He stares at the headstones, and then says in a low tone, “My daughter.”

  “Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry.”

  “Yeah, me too,” he repeats and then nods at the spot beside me and says, “Do you mind?”

  I shake my head and he kneels down beside me, staring at the gravestones. “Were you close with them?”

  I nod. “Very much so.”

  “Do you mind me asking what happened?”

  “They were both murdered.”

  He looks to me. “I’m sorry, that’s horrific.”

  “Yeah, it really was. The worst part is we still don’t know who did it. Well, we do but we can’t find that person and ... it’s complicated.”

  “Have you got good police help?”

  “Not exactly,” I say, hesitating. “It’s a really long story, and it’s super tricky to explain.”

  “You’d be surprised what I’ve heard over the years.”

  I smile. “I have no doubt. What happened to your daughter?”

  “She died in a car accident, three years ago.”

  “I’m so sorry, that’s horrible.”

  He nods, and then looks up at the sky. “It’s about to rain, can I escort you to your car?”

  “I’m going to stay a little longer,” I tell him, giving him my most appreciative smile. “I want to talk to them a little longer.”

  “Of course,” he stands and looks down at me. “Thanks for making my visit a little less horrible, ah?” he pauses, clearly wanting me to say my name.

  “Briella,” I tell him.

  “That’s a very pretty name, Briella.”

  “Thank you.”

  He nods, and then turns and disappears into the large cemetery. I look back at the headstones and spend the next half an hour sitting in the rain and talking to my family, telling them everything that’s happened, and how much I miss them. When the rain becomes a little too heavy, I stand to walk off, but glance over at the headstone the man was kneeling in front of.

  I walk over and stare down at it, confused.

  Maybe I’m looking at the wrong one?

  I look to my left, and right, but both headstones belong to older men. The one I’m standing in front of belongs to a man, also. Who died in his ninetieth year of life. There is no way it’s a girl young enough to be that man’s daughter. Confused, I walk up and down the entire row, there are no females except a few older women right at the end.

  Was that man lying to me?

  Why would you come into a cemetery and lie to someone?

  Confused, I walk back to my car, shaking my head the entire time as I try to figure out what the hell just happened. I’m not sure I understand it at all.

  I glance behind me, suddenly feeling very uneasy. The rain keeps pouring down harder, and I don’t feel safe. At all. I’m scared to go back to my car, I’m scared to move. Whoever that man was, he was lying. Maybe for good reason, maybe he has a mental disorder, but either way I don’t feel confident right about now that I’m in a safe place.

  I turn back to the grave and scream when I see a figure standing behind the headstones of my mother and sister. My screams turn into muffled cries when that person becomes clear as they move closer to me.

  It’s King.

  For a moment, all I can do is stare at him, tears rolling down my face. I thought he was dead, hell, I thought he was a hallucination recently. I didn’t know what to believe, I didn’t know a damn thing except that I had seen him and didn’t know what it was all about.

  Now here he is, standing before me, looking exactly the same as he did before. Only this time his eyes are tired, and he’s got more than a little grey in his big beard. Still, it’s King, and I can’t help but lunge forward and throw myself into his arms. He catches me with a loud grunt and hangs onto me so tightly I can’t breathe freely, but I don’t care. God, I don’t care.

  I’ve missed him.

  I made so many mistakes when it c
ame to King, so many assumptions, so many things that I should have just believed in.

  “I didn’t know if you were real or not,” I whisper, tipping my head back and looking up at him. “I didn’t know if what I was seeing was you or if my brain was damaged after the surgery.”

  “It’s me, but I can’t stay long. Briella, that man you just saw, he’s fuckin’ dangerous and you need to get out of here right fuckin’ now.”

  “What?” I blink, confused.

  “I’ve been keepin’ an eye out on you, watchin’ you and the club, but as far as anyone knows I’m still dead. Shouldn’t even be standin’ here, because if he sees me it’s all over, but I wasn’t goin’ to risk your life. Would rather die a thousand times over than lose someone else I love.”

  “You’re not making any sense ...” I say, shaking my head in confusion. “I have so many questions and ...”

  “Not now. I’ll answer your questions, I promise you, but not now. Right now, you’re in danger. That man you were speaking to is Dax. The man running the entire monster show you and the club are gettin’ yourself tangled up in. If you go back to your car, he’ll be waitin’ for you. The only reason he isn’t now is because there are cameras in this cemetery.”

  “What?” I gasp. “I don’t understand. That was Dax? What ...”

  “He’s angry, and he’s goin’ to send a message to that club. His message would have been you. You need to tell Alarick to back down, that he doesn’t know what kind of fuckin’ monster he’s dealin’ with here. That man will kill everyone he loves if he keeps lookin’ into this.”

  “I don’t ...”

  King’s eyes go over my head and focus in on something. “Briella, get out of here now. Now. Go.”

  “King ...”

  “Now,” he commands, pointing to a line of thick trees in the complete opposite area of my car. “Go past those trees, you’ll find a road. Catch a cab home. Tell Alarick this has to end. Do not tell him I’m alive. Dax is coming back. Go now.”

  I do as he tells me, and I run.

  I run toward the trees, and I don’t look back.

  I do not look back.

  “I NEED A RIDE,” I SAY puffing into the phone, soaked, standing on a street corner after running for god knows how long.

  “What’s wrong? Why are you panting like that?” Cohen asks, after taking my phone call when I couldn’t reach Alarick.

  “It’s a long story, but I need to see Flick urgently. Do you know where he is?”

  “He’s in a meeting. I’ll come get you and bring you to him. Where are you?”

  I give him my location and hang up the phone. Even though I’m in public, my eyes still go over every person, looking for Dax, wondering if he’s going to be here, wondering if he’s close by. I’m probably not a great distance away from the cemetery, not really, considering I went the long way around.

  I tuck myself against a shop wall and wait for Cohen to come and pick me up.

  He arrives ten minutes later in his large, black pick-up. I rush over and jump into the front seat, and he takes one look at me and asks, “What the fuck happened?”

  “I saw him, Cohen. I saw ... Dax.”

  “What?” he asks, his voice raising a few levels. “What do you mean you saw him? Where?”

  “At the cemetery. It’s a long story, I need you to take me to Flick, you can hear it there.”

  Cohen turns the truck around and we head back toward his house, where he tells me to message Alarick and ask that he meet us. He feels it’s safer than the clubhouse right now. So, that’s what I do. I message Flick, after all the other many messages I’ve sent in the last half an hour, and tell him to meet me at Cohen’s house. No doubt when he gets out of whatever meeting he’s in, he’s going to see my messages and know that something has gone wrong.

  We arrive at Cohen’s and go inside, where he gives me a towel and I hug the shit out of Germy, who makes me feel immediately better when he gives me big slobbery kisses. Only then does the front door swing open and Alarick comes bounding in followed by Mykel and Samson. He stops when he notices me, and exhales. A breath I didn’t realize he had been holding.

  “What happened?” he asks, striding over and stopping in front of me.

  The first thing he does is look me over, no doubt checking if I have any injuries of any sort, and then his eyes meet mine and I can see he’s a little more relaxed.

  “I saw Dax.”

  His eyes don’t stay relaxed for long. “What did you just say?”

  “I saw him. I was at the cemetery visiting Mom and Magnolia when I looked over and saw this man kneeling by a grave. I didn’t think too much of it at first, just that he was mourning over someone. He came over, introduced himself, and honestly, he was super friendly. Then, he went, but ...”

  Shit, I have to lie here. I can’t say King warned me. I can’t say that it was him that saved my ass.

  “He had told me his daughter died, but when I looked at the grave he was visiting, there was no grave for a girl that could have been his daughter. I started feeling uneasy, and I looked back and saw he was coming back. I started to run, he called out to me, and I heard him say his name.”

  It’s a lie, but it’s the best I can come up with on the spot.

  “He definitely said Dax?” Alarick asks, narrowing his eyes.

  “Yes, he said something like ‘You’re not afraid of little old Dax, are you?”

  That sounds logical, right?

  I mean, I think it does.

  “Fuck,” Alarick exhales. “He’s getting too close. He wants us to stop, he wants revenge, and he’s goin’ to do anythin’ he can to make us stop lookin’ into this.”

  “He yelled out that you had better stop, or he’ll kill everyone you love.”

  He didn’t, of course, but King did warn that this needed to stop or he’ll hurt everyone Alarick loves. I don’t want to see anyone get hurt, but at the same time I don’t want to see this Dax monster getting away with anything like this any longer either. It’s such a tricky situation to be in. I don’t like how it feels. Not at all.

  “Fuck,” Alarick hisses. “Did he say anything else? Did you see anything else?”

  “No, that’s it. I didn’t see anything else, but I do know what he looks like now.”

  “That’s a good thing,” Samson murmurs. “If she can recognize him, it means we’re going to be better off.”

  “Not sure how,” Alarick growls. “This fucker has obviously been watchin’ her if he saw her go to the cemetery alone.”

  “We already knew he was watchin’, boss, we just need to make sure we’re smarter than him,” Cohen mutters. “The fucker is getting on my nerves now.”

  “I’ve got Zariah bringin’ her step-sister, Waverly, in,” Alarick tells the group. “He doesn’t know her, and she’s goin’ to get her set up with him so we can find his location. That’s the only way this’ll end.”

  “Wait,” I say, putting a hand up. “What?”

  Alarick looks to me. “I know you’re not goin’ to like this plan, but it’s the only one we’ve got. We’re not goin’ to find him without it.”

  “You’re going to risk an innocent life?”

  “No, Briella, we’re not. She’s volunteering and she’s goin’ to have full eyes on her at all time. We’re not goin’ to just let her go out there alone. Everywhere she goes, one of us will be close behind her. We’re goin’ to fit her with trackin’ devices and any other security we can. She’s not goin’ to be alone.”

  “She could die, Alarick!” I snap. “No amount of tracking devices will protect her if he puts a bullet between her eyes.”

  Flick glares at me, angrily. “He’s not killed them quickly before, and the only reason he killed the other two was to send us a message. As far as we know, he’s sendin’ them overseas. That doesn’t happen overnight. He gets them to trust him, to believe in him, and then he sells them. We’ve got time. She’s goin’ to be okay. So, unless you’ve got a better fuckin�
� plan, then I suggest you let this one go.”

  He’s right, I know he’s right, but that doesn’t mean I like it.

  It doesn’t mean the idea of putting a girl that has done nothing wrong into a situation where she could lose her life.

  That’s not nice, and I’m not cool with it, but I also know arguing with Flick won’t get me anywhere because he’s the boss and he does what he thinks is best for everyone, not just me.

  “When does this girl get here?” I ask, my voice tight.

  “Tomorrow. From this moment on, you don’t go out without an escort, it’s too dangerous.”

  I clamp my lips shut, but I know I have to follow those orders right now or lose my life. I’m not stupid, I’m not going to risk my own life for the sake of my pride.

  “This is goin’ to end badly,” Samson mutters. “I can fuckin’ feel it.”

  “Yeah,” I agree with him. “Same.”

  “We stick together, we make a plan, and we get through this. That’s what we fuckin’ do,” Flick says, and then turns to me. “Let’s go.”

  I exhale and look to Cohen. “Thanks for getting me earlier.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Alarick and I leave, and Samson stays behind with Cohen. The moment we’re in his truck, Alarick turns to me. His eyes are serious. His jaw is tight. “I know you don’t like my decisions, Briella, but they’re mine, and I expect you to follow them. Regardless of what you believe, my first priority is keepin’ everyone safe, that mainly being you. Need you to respect that and not fight me every step of the way.”

  I nod. “Okay,” I say softly.

  “Good girl.”

  I look out the window as we drive off.

  I’m scared, but I’ll never admit that.

  I’ll just keep fighting, until this war has been won.

  I only hope it’s us that wins it.

  6

  FLICK

  “This is Waverly, my step-sister,” Zariah says, nodding her head to the side at the girl standing next to her.