Her King: The King Series

*** Valerian Ace King*** "Kill him," I said as I walked away. "No, please, I can do anything you want. "Just don't kill me." The traitor begged. "You had the chance, but yet you chose the wrong. " I said. "No, please -" his pleads were cut short by the bullet that went through his head. I gathered my stuff and my people, and we marched out of there, but not after instructing a few of my people to get rid of the body and sending his fingers to his entire clan as a warning. I got in my car and drove to one of the clubs I owned. A hot pink Lamborghini parked in my parking lot, and I groaned loudly. Seriously? "What the f**k does she want?" Aiden asked. "If only I knew." "What?" I asked as I walked past her. "Uh rude. That is no way to greet your future wife." She squeaked. "Grace, io e te non siamo sposati, non stiamo nemmeno uscendo insieme." I said coldly. (Grace, you and I are not married, we are not even dating.) "I know, but that doesn't mean our families are not thinking of putting us together." She purred, touching my arm. "Don't be delusional, it's not healthy," I said, removing her arm. "And also you might want to get out of here sta per diventare complicato." I smirked. (It's about to get messy). "What?" She huffed. But I just continued into the club. I put my mask back on. No one knew about my secret identity except for my close circle, which was Aidan, Valerie- my sister, Marcello my brother, the Gelenski twins, and only them. The club was dead silent, and there were a few dead bodies around. Zach Walton was a newly appointed Don of the Walton mercenary, which was not a good choice, but Dean Walton, his father, had no choice since Zach was the first born. Zach was now causing chaos among the other mercenaries because of his young, mischievous teenage brain. I got word earlier that one of his stupid fights had ended up taking place in my bar, and now I had to clean up the stupid mess. I was furious now that this will affect my customers and business. "What the f**k is going on here?!" My voice boomed through the room and all guns were out pointing at Walton and his men. The room was pin drop silent until the click of heels was heard by the entrance of the bathrooms. Then she came into view. She wore a very tight dress that hugged her body in all the right ways. I looked into those grey stormy eyes as they flashed with fear as she witnessed the scene in front of her. Her piercing scream reached our ears as she stomped her heel on one of Zach's play boys that was supposed to be dead but appeared to be reaching for her. His hands clamped tightly around her ankle but she used the other one to strike her attacker with her pointy heel into his right eye. All of my man in the room winced including me. "Ugh I just bought these shoes." She groaned before trying to shake the eyeball of her heel. That was gruesome but she didn't seem to affected by any of it excluding her ruined shoe. Who was she? Before I could ask the question a gun shot was heard aiming at her. But she dodged the f*****g bullet. She f*****g dodged it. Seriously who was this girl? Connecting her eyes with me for the last time, she bolted and made a beeline for the exit. Marcello was about to stop her but I put up my hand making him halt in his step. "Something tells me she knows better than to tell anyone what she saw today." I said in confidence. I turned to deal with the mess on my hands.