Page 69 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
King calmed down and said she had to go do something with Kenna. When she left, I called one of the men back in Quebec.
“Boss.” He picks up.
“Get me information on Turgenev’s brother, Kingsley’s father.”
“Done.”
I hang up and go get ready for the day. There’s still a hurt Igor who hasn’t finished fighting me. I inhale and exhale, tapping into that side of me. A side that I know will cause me needing to detox before I come back to King. I know I told her I would keep nothing from her, but this, this is something I can’t ever let her see. If she sees this, then she’ll know I’m fucking insane in the brain.
After my shower, I braid my hair back in a French braid since it’s now longer and I don’t want it in the way. If I can avoid getting blood in my hair, then I’ll do just that, but then again if it gets in my hair, whatever.
I get dressed in a simple tee shirt, distressed jeans and combat boots. I’d like for these boots to knock Igor’s teeth in. You can’t chew on anything if you don’t have any teeth left. When I leave the room and make my way to the kitchen, the guys are up and ready while enjoying whatever Kenna and King have made.
“Morning,” I say.
The guys greet me, and then I hear a clatter. I turn to look at where the noise came from and I chuckle when I see that King is picking up whatever she had in her hands before she dropped it. She licks the chocolate off her fingers as she stares up at me. She looks scrumptious on her knees. I wink at her and she coughs. I love that she still gets like this with me. It makes me want to give it to her even more.
Instead of going to join the guys around the dining table, I go to the open concept kitchen and lean against the counter. I watch as King tries to not make eye contact with me.
“Morning, baby,” I say to her and I quickly glance at Kenna. “Morning, Kenna. Thank you for hosting us.”
“Morning Ciro and you know you can come here any time! We love having you over and now that you have King, definitely cross the border more,” she says.
I smile. “Yeah. You hear that, baby? Maybe next time, we’ll come back and you’ll be picking out baby names, yeah?” Kenna chuckles and King licks her lips. She’s still just staring at me.
“Hi, Ciro,” she greets me in the cute way she always does. “You look good today. I like your hair braided back like that,” she compliments me.
“Thank you, sugar and what a sight to behold when you’re on your knees like that… I got places to be and people to beat, get up off the floor. I’m trying to make sure Kenna hosts us again,” I end on a slight groan.
Kenna whistles and leaves the kitchen, but before she’s completely out of earshot she speaks up. “I think if you name your first after your middle name then I’m content. I’d also love to be god-mother,” She laughs, walking away.
I break out into a grin as King stands straight. I wait for her as she comes closer to me. She looks up at me and I admire everything I can about her. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer and spreading my legs wider so I can be closer to her height.
“I like the name Gaël if we have a boy first,” King says.
I smirk. “What if it’s a girl?”
“The name is unisex and we’re French-Canadiens, it’s in our blood,” she winks at me.
I snicker. “You’re the best. How many do we get to have?” I tease her.
“As many as you want. I want a house full of happiness, joy and laughter. I don’t want any of them to ever feel alone. Even when we’re old and gray, they’ll have each other. They’ll be able to depend on each other for a shoulder to cry on and they’ll have the best big brother in the world,” King says.
I cup her face in my hand and caress her cheek. I stare at her, transfixed by her beauty and the joy radiating from her. How could someone be so damned happy with all the chaos going on? She doesn’t even care about all the things that have happened; she’s looking at me like I could always make her happy.
“Who’s this big brother?”
“Matteo.”
I smile at this. “Yeah. I agree.” I trace over her brows and she shuts her eyes. I trace her nose, her lashes, her lips and finally I stop at her chin. “You’ll tell me if you’re not happy, right?” I ask her.
King opens her eyes and gazes into my eyes. I feel as she wraps her arms around my waist. “With you, I’ll always be happy.” she responds.
I take a mental picture of her because I know that I want to see her when I go too far. I’ve never done it before, but I’m taking Alex’s advice. I need to focus on the masterpiece, the notes on my favorite music sheet: Kingsley, my wife.
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