Protecting The King Movie Novels & Stories

” I shook my head, knowing that a single misstep could seal our doom. I had no idea what was wrong with the king, but we dared not provoke him. “Of course your escape happened. It sounds well planned and intentional than the ‘spur of the moment’ getaway you just made it out to be.” The low murmurs and agreements from the supernatural spectators sent a chill down my spine. I felt exposed, like prey in a den of wolves. They could pounce at any moment—just one damning verdict from King Karl, and there was nothing we could do to resist.

I see Summer’s stubborn attitude in him. The King knelt down in front of Jaxon. “You think you could protect that rogue from me killing him?” Jaxon looked down. The King called his bluff, obviously. Then Jaxon raised his head and smirked. The King toppled over, clutching his head. Only for a second, but long enough for Jaxon to stand above him, his eyes glowing.

But the movie King was having none of it, “in this little City, someone dares to talk back at me, do you know who I am?” Miles furrowed his eyebrows, he didn't expect him to be so arrogant, considering his celebrity status. Six burly men were tagging along, and his manager was a lady, who was trying to douse the situation, but the Movie King wasn't even sparing her a look. "You must be a staff here, if you don't want to lose your job, you better get on your knees and lick my shoes?” he snorted coldly. Their heated argument attracted many people, and although, many people wanted to take pictures and video of the scene, the company security prevented them from doing so.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he spread the word about your survival himself." "Maybe. Either way, it's going to take me some time to get away from all this. But for now, once he frees you, you need to get far from here," I instruct. Tai may not need to worry about the entire Province wanting him dead, but he does have to worry about Tai. And a King never plays fair. Marek grits his teeth. "I'm not leaving you." "Then stay close. But don't provoke Tai. He will kill you with no mercy," I remind him.

"Oh yes we can sweet heart. He is the Mafia king and he can do as he pleases." She looked at him shaken. "Liana misses you." "I don’t want to see her." "Don’t say that hunny she’s your friend." "She betrayed me." "She never betrayed you hunny. She just wanted to keep you safe from the truth, I see that didn’t do to well seen as your brother told you who your father was, who you were." "He was protecting me." "And we’ll be protecting you from now on." "Well you done a good job of that first time round what makes this one any different?"

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

“We must have an audience with the king immediately. It is of the utmost importance to the security of the royal compound.” The guards bowed and several hurried off to announce us to the king. A small group formed to escort us through the compound. I pressed close to Ronan and tried not to think too hard about the last time I had seen the king. Surely he would not try to have me executed now, would he? “You’re all right,” Ronan whispered to me. “You’re not alone anymore.” I smiled at him. He was right. I wasn’t alone. Ronan would never let anyone hurt me. And if the king tried to order my execution again, Marcus and Gideon would surely protest much more strongly.

It took everything to make the bodyguards back off, leaving Nick a crumpled, groaning mess on the floor. King arrived a second later, his presence filling the entire apartment with the usual intimidation. He walked straight up to Nick and leaned down. His voice was low and lethal. “If you ever come near her again, I will kill you myself.” Nick whimpered something incoherent as King turned back to me, his hand sliding protectively to my back. “Let’s go.” I didn’t argue, I just grabbed the file and followed him out of that nightmare forever. . . . The car ride back was silent.

Manuel side-stepped to avoid hindering the tall, slender imposing man's departure from his desk. Considering how fussy their Boss seemed, the last thing anyone wanted to do was successfully light the fuss that would set the bomb off. Especially since no one remembered bringing their protective gear with them that morning, even minorly ticked off, David could be dangerous. Were he pissed off, his anger could raze a whole city without anyone else's help.

The King beheld his beloved as she sprang up from her stance. The manner in which she embraced and shielded herself from potential harm was quite apparent. With a tremble in her voice and a tight embrace around herself, she cried out, "Whoever you may be, I implore you to keep your distance!" The jaw of the king fell open in surprise. With his keen eye, the King beheld even the slightest wound to his beloved. The man's seething anger threatened to consume him, yet he fought to restrain himself from obliterating the confines of his cell.