Page 58 of The Kings
“We’re going,” Eliza states, glaring at me in a way that doesn’t negate the sight of her with my cum dripping all over her perfect tits at all. “This is the perfect way to draw out the creep.”
“No,” Raph says, throwing down another box on the coffee table in the living room. “This was left in my fucking car. In. My. Fucking. Car!”
“What is it?” I ask, frowning at the black box, which is about the size of a shoebox this time.
“Well, I don’t know, Ollie. I’ve only just found it,” he hisses.
“Is it for me?” Eliza asks.
“Obviously.” Raph’s withering glare is not so much to do with Eliza’s admittedly dumb question but rather the violation of his precious Porsche.
“Okay, okay,” she murmurs and draws it to her.
“Wait!” I cross over and pick it up. “I’ll do it.”
“You sure?”
The speed at which she passed the buck on this tells me everything I need to know about her feelings over this new box.
“Fuck this,” Tarquin pipes up from the corner as James joins us with that perpetual frown. “We need to call in the big guns.”
“If by big guns, you mean our parents, get fucked,” Eliza hisses. “For all we know, this is a test from them, for fuck’s sake. God knows everything around here seems to be a fucking, goddamned test!”
“She’s not wrong,” James murmurs, being agreeable as he fixes his gaze on Eliza in a way that screams how much he longs to drive his cock into her soaking wet pussy while she screams his name. I mean, not that I blame him. She’s fucking killing me over here.
“Open the box,” Eliza instructs, giving James a slow smile, which lights him like a fucking Christmas tree.
Placing it on the coffee table again, I kneel and lift the flaps, licking my lips as I see the contents. “Hmm.”
“Hmm?” she inquires, eyebrow raised.
“Hmm.” I reach in and pull out a small-ish rag doll that has been beheaded, along with the head, that looks too much Eliza’s to be meant for anyone else.
“Jesus,” she hisses, taking in the sight.
“We are not going to this event,” Raph states, folding his arms over his chest.
“Yeah, we are. Even more so now,” Eliza says, standing up. “I’m going to get ready.” She storms off up the stairs, and we four sigh and exchange looks of concern.
“This is a fucking bad idea,” I murmur.
“You said that already,” Tarquin mutters.
“Doesn’t make it any less true.”
“We can’t talk her out of it,” James says.
“You seem to be taking her side a lot lately,” I growl. “Feeling bad about your fight?”
“Well, yeah,” he says with a shrug. “But we still can’t talk her out of it. And by the way, I don’t like this idea of leaving Eliza to deal with Grenville.” He fixes Raph with a glare.
“Hughes wants it that way,” Raph says with a shrug. “You want to tell him you disagree?”
James scowls. “Not really.”
“Right, then shut the fuck up and let’s go get ready. No one takes their eyes off Eliza for even a second,” Raph murmurs, coming to the conclusion that James is right. We can’t stop her. We part, each of us going to our own rooms.
Dressing meticulously in a black suit and pristine white shirt, I admire my reflection in the mirror as I fix my hair. “This is a bad fucking idea. Why, yes, Ollie, I agree. Knew you would. You’re amazing.”
