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Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

“The Golden Phoenix. Aren’t you all with them?” The mistake hits me the second the words leave my mouth. These men aren’t Asian. Not even close. Dark hair. Strong noses. Thick Bellavista accents. I feel stupid for not seeing it sooner. Rocco laughs. Low and slow. “No, sweetheart. We’re not Golden Phoenix. We bought some of their old debts. That means you owe the Kings now.” My stomach drops hard. Relief flickers briefly. At least I don’t have to beg Xander. But it dies fast. The Kings are just as dangerous. Just quieter about it.

he said, each word deliberate, weighted. He pressed his forehead against mine. His voice slithered over my skin like poison. “Every single day—until his name rots in your throat… until you forget his touch… until you crave only mine. Until you hate me to hell… and love me beyond it.” Then he smiled—twisted, pained, greedy, and utterly mad. “I will become your addiction,” he murmured. “The ghost of your past you’ll never escape… until the day you finally realize you can’t live without me.”

The sound of her name from his lips was a sin. Morgan straightened from the wall, his eyes narrowing. “Careful, Grant.” But Grant wasn’t intimidated. If anything, he fed on our rage. “I can give you the files. I can show you where King hides his secrets. But nothing in life is free.” I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t let him see the crack of hunger in my chest at the thought of finding Ava through him. “What’s your price?” He smiled like a man who had already won.

Kelvin was the first to speak, scoffing, “The king is late due to the evidence at hand. You better explain why you have those chemicals in your territory.” “You assured the council you’d return with proof. Do you have any?” Raven pressed, clearly eager for my response. “Why do we have to listen to this nonsense? He’s guilty, and whatever evidence he presents will be a fake!” Kelvin interrupted, attempting to preempt my evidence. “Wait until I present my proof before calling it fake, and remember, it’s a serious crime to speak against the king.” “Not when the king is willing to commit such a heinous act against the City. Do you understand the risks tied to the chemicals you brought in?”

A beam of violet light shot out, hitting the King’s crown. Suddenly, the air around Alaric began to ripple. The golden armor he wore started to turn into paper. His white horse let out a terrified whinny as its skin began to look like grey vellum. The Southern soldiers scrambled back in horror. This wasn't the magic of the North. This was the rot of the Void. "The King is an Auditor!" someone shouted from the ranks. "I am your King!" Alaric screamed, but his voice was changing. It was becoming a chorus of voices, the sound of a thousand debtors crying out at once.

The king came up, placing his hands on the railing just on the other side of Bane, who promptly snarled at the man as he leaned over the railing to once more address the crowd. "Are we ready to play?" He called over the crowd, and they roared with cheers, but I just watched Xavier. He wasn't paying attention to the king in the slightest. Instead, that sharp gaze was trained on me, watching every single little move I made. "Bring out the horde." The man bellowed, and the roar of the crowd heightened to an almost deafening level as they chanted the last statement of their king.

I informed him woefully His brows furrowed and he shook his head in disappointment “I really did hope it was just gossips, but tell me, in what ways was it worse?” “Well, the king isn’t just angry and cruel, he’s merciless, greedy, arrogant and takes no care or pride when it comes to his lands and people. He takes all their money, while they waste away, he sent one man to the tower because he was late paying the high taxes, he’d spent some of the money on a doctor to help his wife. The king just spends all their money on wine and fine foods for himself. His bedchambers and study were about the only rooms in his entire home that looked rich, everything else was just cold and bare. He’s despic

It's too risky given that I was the mafia king. I checked the person who might have been calling me and saw that it was Angelo, the guy I trusted the most in my gang. Angelo began working for me when I was newly made the king of all mafia gangs after my father passed away. Hoping he wasn't calling me because of a problem, I picked up the call with one of my hands still on my steering wheel. “ Speak, I'm listening “ I answered the call with my not-so-obvious Italian. Angelo didn't normally call me unless there was a valid reason behind it and I feared there was trouble that why he was calling.

The hall went silent and I could see the rage in the old fucker’s eyes, but he didn’t try to make another bid. Good. He knew better than to challenge me. The auctioneer gulped audibly, his voice quivering as he announced, “$500 million going once…going twice…Sold to Dominic Silvetti, don of the Italian mafia!” My smirk widened, and my thumb slowly grazed my bottom lip as my gaze moved to my new possession. A sadistic thrill shot through me the moment we made eye contact, and I watched her face drain of all color. MILA’S POV My heart momentarily sank as I stared at the man who had just bought me.