bsp; It’s not like I’ll hurt him in any way. He has the complete ability to help me, but because he’s a psycho, he won’t do it unless I have something that benefits him. Or, in this case, doesn’t ruin him.
“What the fuck do you want?” he asks.
“Don’t break it off with me, and if any of this gets out, you’ll announce you’re the father.”
“That would be a no. I’m not taking responsibility for Nash’s bastard.”
“Hey! Say that again and I’ll kill you.”
“Sorry, Mama Bear,” he mocks. “But that negates the whole point of this deal. Remember Elsa?”
“I’m saying, just in case. I’ll find a solution.”
He tilts his head. “I can search for underground clinics and poof. Gone. No one will know the future prime minister’s daughter aborted.”
I place a protective hand over my stomach, my lips trembling.
That…that would make me a killer.
“We’ll go with my plan.” I stand my ground.
“I’ll only agree to not breaking the engagement off. For now. Everything else is a no.”
“Aiden!”
“Silver.” He smiles.
“I’ll tell Elsa.”
“And leave yourself with no options?”
“If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me.”
“If you speak to Elsa, I’ll speak to Nash. Believe me, you can’t win against me on this. Ruin me and I’ll ruin you back.”
“Remember our deal back then?”
“What deal?”
“You said you’d fix it.” I stomp. “You promised, King.”
“I promised you fuck all.”
“But you said —”
“I said nothing. You assumed everything yourself. The game was fun while it lasted, but I’m not playing anymore.”
“You’re not playing?” I huff. “So when it’s to your benefit, you’re all in, but when it’s not, you just drop out?”
“Exactly. Smarten up, Queens. All of what you’re doing is a temporary solution.”
“That’s none of your fucking business.” I grind my teeth. “I knew you’d change your mind because of that little bitch.”
He pushes into me and I step back so I’m glued against my car. “Watch it. If you call her that one more time, I won’t let you be, Queens.”
“You can’t do fuck to me, King. You know why? Because Uncle Jonathan is on my side.”
His left eye twitches again.