Page 80 of Slay King

“What the fuck, King?” Storm was close to my ear.

I threw my head back and a loud, “FUCK!” followed it as the hands around my chest eased up almost enough for me to break free.

“A little help here?” Wells said on my other side.

“He broke my fucking nose! I’m doing all I can!”

That was Sebastian. Why was he here? Who was with Rumor?

“Rumor!” I demanded, turning frantically toward the door.

“She’s with Maeme and Stellan. Thatcher is in there, too, keeping his eyes on everyone. Not to mention, she’s got a goddamn illegal Taser Maeme put in her purse,” Sebastian said.

“Someone needs to start explaining what the hell is going on in here,” Monte said, slamming the door behind him as he walked inside. His eyes swung to Jefferson’s and back to me. “Did you attack Jefferson?” he asked incredulously.

“When I get free of these three, I’m gonna fucking kill him,” I replied, seething as I stared at the man who had given the woman I worshipped life, but had left her to be killed. Paid for it. She’d lived a goddamn nightmare, growing up, while he spoiled that bitch daughter of his and gave her everything she wanted.

“Stop!” Storm barked at me. “We aren’t letting you kill Jefferson. Calm the fuck down.”

“Someone needs to start explaining,” Barrett demanded.

I hadn’t even realized he was in here too.

I didn’t take my eyes off the bastard still pressed against the wall, watching me like I was a madman. He had no idea how fucking insane I was. But he would. When these fuckers let me go.

“I …” he started, swallowing hard. “I recognized Rumor. Or someone who is identical to her. She … I knew her mother once. I wanted to verify that she was who I thought she was. I didn’t realize it was going to set him off. I was going to him about it out of respect since it was clear she, uh … was his. I didn’t know he’d react like this, or I would have spoken to Stellan.”

“You tried to have her aborted, you piece of fucking trash!” I shouted as the others held on to me tightly. They couldn’t hold me forever.

“Fucking hell,” Monte said, walking over to sit down where Jefferson had been earlier.

“Are you saying you knew Rumor’s mother?” Barrett asked.

“YES, he fucking knew her. He used her, then walked away. Left her money to abort the kid he’d made and never looked back,” I said as my entire body shook.

I had never hated anyone as much as I did this man. Well, except for Churchill Millroe. They were tied for first.

“Shit,” Storm muttered, his grip on my left arm tightening. “We need to get him out of here. He’s not going to shake this off anytime soon.”

“Go. We will deal with the rest.”

“This isn’t over,” I warned Jefferson.

They pushed me until I moved toward the door. It opened before we reached it, and Thatcher walked inside. His eyes went to me being held to scope out the rest of the room.

“What did I miss?” he asked.

“Just help us get him out of this fucking house before he begins tearing it and everyone in his path to shreds,” Storm told him.

Thatcher smirked. “That sounds like a good time. You sure you don’t want to let him go?”

“Go get your father,” Monte said to him. “And … you probably need to get Rumor too. She might be all that calms him down.”

Thatcher glanced at me one more time, raising his eyebrows, as if he was simply entertained, then turned to leave.

“You act like this around Rumor, and she’s gonna be fucking terrified,” Sebastian told me.

I didn’t respond as they ushered me from the house and out toward one of the limos parked out front.

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