Page 63 of King of Temptation

Beyond the quiet of the hall, I can hear the club, already full. At any moment, someone could walk this way. A dancer or a club member just looking to use the restroom could end up right in the middle of this. I take a step forward, not looking at Kim or the fear shining in her eyes.

I need to focus. There is no way my shit is going to hurt Kim.

“We included her when you tipped a slot machine and then turned in footage of my cousin to the police.”

My lip curls. “If we’re counting sins, you’ve got a few to your name too. For example, can we discuss how this isn’t the first time you’ve pulled a gun here.” I take another step.

“You put our top guy in prison,” Little Anthony snarks back.

“That doesn’t mean I hurt one of your women. You’re out of bounds.”

He presses the gun tighter to Kim’s temple. Her eyes squeeze shut, and my legs shake. I wouldn’t be this scared if the gun were at my head, but something about her being in danger has me frantic on the inside.

It’s a dirty move involving Kim and an unwritten rule that we don’t. I will kill Anthony for this. I’ve got the most gangster in me, we all know it. He picked the wrong Kincaid to fuck with.

His hand slides from Kim’s neck and over her chest, resting just above her leather-clad tits.

My fingers flex as he presses his lips to the shell of her ear. “You’re a hot one, aren’t you?”

I cannot afford to lose my cool. Drawing in a deep breath, I inch a little closer. What would Mason do?

He’d think. He’d put the pieces together. He’d come up with a…

Little Anthony brushes his fingers down over her right tit and I let out a rumbling growl as the details click together. “How is Melissa going to feel about you touching her like that?”

He snaps his attention back to me. “None of your fucking business.”

I’ve found one weakness. Is that an engagement ring on her finger? Looked like it. Is he working her to get to me or does he care about her? “She is a hot number. Nice curves.”

Some of the fear leaves Kim’s eyes, replaced with what I think might be irritation. Good. It’ll help her.

My temper has long been a problem. More so, because I act without thinking. That, and I can be a real selfish prick sometimes.

But I see the blood start to rise in Anthony and I know I’ve hit the wound that I need to force him into emotional decisions. “She tell you I fucked her a couple times?”

Kim is going to hate me. I know it.

I steal a quick glance at her, and I nearly wilt in relief. She doesn’t look pissed, in fact, she gives me a near imperceptible nod of approval. She gets it.

“Shut the fuck up, you did not.”

The gun lowers a fraction of an inch and I move closer. “Oh, I did. It was average. Forgettable. At least for me. I know you’ve heard that I’ve got some large equipment…”

I’m being my most dickish self. But he’s threatening my woman, and I don’t fucking like it.

“Fuck you,” he spits out. “You’re going to pay for that.” And then he reaches back up and gives Kim’s tit a good fucking squeeze.

I hear a woman cry, but it’s not Kim.

Melissa rushes toward me, passing me by, her face is full of hurt and rage as she makes a rush at Anthony.

I grab her by the hair, yanking her back and wrapping a hand around her neck. I’m not hurting her, but I could.

Anthony points the gun at me instead of Kim and I unwind. I’d much rather take the bullet than watch her get shot.

“Why don’t you tell him, Melissa? Tell him how you screamed my name and begged me to fuck you harder. Make you cum.”

“I didn’t!” she cries. “It’s not true.”

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