King of Anything

18

We pull up to a house. And he sighs, putting on a pair of black leather gloves.

He looks at me, cradling my face in his hand. I sneer.

"Now, you stay right here. Remember, you're pregnant. Our child comes first."

I narrow my eyes. "Whats the mission."

He smirks. "The kind I wear black gloves for,"

My heart pounds at his eyes, that's seem to glow in mischief.

I sigh. "Fine. Hurry. I'm hungry."

His eyes flickers between my own, narrowing observing. His lips twitch up as he presses a kiss to my lips.

Without another word, his smile drops, and he gets out of the car, eyes on his target.

I'm hit with a memory.

"Don't worry, Maureen. I've got this."

A few minutes pass and he walks back out, eyes half-mast and blank.

Unwittingly, my lips quirk up. There's the Scar I remember. He was never as weak as he's pretending to be. An opportunist?

Absolutely.

He'll take advantage of anything he can. But he can do it himself.

He gets in the car, looking dead ahead, 'face of stone.

"Drive," He instructs flatly. The car starts and we're moving.

I glance back, looking at the flames behind us. He directs my face forward.

"Never look back," he states.

I swallow. "I'm sure you're aware—"

I pause, as he raises the partition.

I clear my throat. "I'm sure you know I'm not fooled a bit by this "pregnant" thing."

He smirks. "I'd be...severely disappointed if you had."

I sigh. "Well I've played along for long enough, Scar. What do you want?"

He glances at me. "I've already told you; you. You should rest. You may not be pregnant. But that's easily remedied isn't it?"

I scoff. "If you touch me without my express permission I'll cut your hands off."

He chuckles lowly. "Do you think you can?"

I smirk. "Do you think I can't?"

He bites his lip. "Lets just say, I taught you everything you know. But I didn't teach everything I know."

As expected, from my dear Scar.

The King of Deceit.

"I know," he plays with the words in his mouth dramatically. "I'm so deceitful. But aren't you?"

"You taught me everything I know," I shoot back.

"Not everything, Maureen." He chuckles. "You do things even I couldn't have taught you."

I sigh, putting my head on the window. "Let's just go home so we can get this over with."

"What do I have to do to remind you you belong to me," He grits. "Do I have to condition you like I used to?"

Just the thought makes my skin tingle.

"No," I say hoarsely.

He chuckles. "I thought not. Don't worry, Maureen. You'll be fine. You're going home."

Home....