Page 50 of A Kingpin's Weakness
Dammit. The second our eyes locked, he didn’t say a word just grabbed me. One hand slid around my waist, the other tipped my chin, and then his mouth was on mine. Heavy. Possessive. My whole body folded into his before my brain could catch up. I melted, and hated myself for it.
He pulled back, eyes locked on mine. “What’s up, Stormi?”
“Nothing,” I said, breath shaky. “What’s up, Seth?”
His stare didn’t move. “Why you like to play with me?”
“I’m not playing. I told you I was going to RJ’s.” I crossed my arms, trying to find the distance we used to have. “Let’s talk about you hacking my location.”
“We never agreed to share it?” he asked, fully knowing the answer.
I rolled my eyes again, tired of this chess match. My soul was already heavy, dragging under the weight of the night.
He pulled out his phone and hit FaceTime like he’d been ready.
“What it do?” said a voice on the other end.
“No party,” the guy said flatly. Seth flipped the camera around, showing me Jo’s empty-ass living room. Not a single solo cup, not even bad music.
“Damn,” I said, barely masking the panic rising in my throat. “Guess the cops came.”
The guy laughed. “Call me when you know the play. I’m out.”
Seth ended the call and looked at me hard. “You think I’m a fool?”
I exhaled. “Can we talk in the truck? I don’t want to be out here.”
He didn’t argue. Just nodded once and opened the door like this wasn’t a standoff. Like I wasn’t already coming undone. He helped me up gently, like the same hands that kissed me could also keep me safe.
We sat in silence. The second the door shut, the pressure in my chest came back like a wave. “So, um.” I fumbled with the strap of my bag. “Maybe you can help. If not, I understand. It’s just Ronnie.”
Seth’s whole body changed. His jaw flexed, eyes narrowed, breath slowed. “Ronnie what?”
I looked down, forcing the words out. “He said he’ll clear Noah’s debt if I—” My throat closed. “If I marry him. And have his baby.”
Seth stared at me for a second. Then let out a slow, dangerous smirk. It wasn’t funny. It was deadly.
“That’s what that nigga told you?”
“Yeah.”
“And what you tell him?”
“I told him no. This was a few days ago. At the hospital. When you saw us talking.”
“What else.”
I swallowed. My hands were shaking. “He came to my room tonight. Choked me in my sleep. Threatened me. That’s why I left.”
Seth didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Just pure stillness. Rage humming beneath his skin.
“Where’s your stuff?” he finally said.
“Inside RJ’s house.”
“Tell him bring it out.”
“Why?”
