He pulls away from me and slumps in his chair, the engine idling, the street outside still busy and yet a world away. Cars blast their horns at the obstruction he’s causing to the flow of traffic, but he doesn’t care.
“Can you just do it?” He presses.
“Tell me why.”
He doesn’t, instead he straightens and pulls out into the traffic, heading towards my apartment.
“King,” I press.
I had planned to hand in my notice as soon as I could anyway but doing it now made everything I had been trying to do pointless. I hadn’t succeeded in getting anything for Kingston, hadn’t found anything useful and leaving now would make it impossible. I hated Tobias. And his son. I hated what they did, who they hurt, but I could stick it out a little longer.
He doesn’t speak at all the entire drive to my apartment and parks out front. He climbs out, opens my door and begins towards the door.
“Kingston!” I growl behind him, following on his heels.
He’s quick as he takes the steps and I stumble after him, trying to keep up. Of course, he doesn’t need to wait for me to unlock the door as he has his own key. I’m not even mad about it.
“Kingston!” I shout.
I slam the door, and then he’s on me, pressing me up against it.
“Because you’re mine!” He growls in my face, “You weren’t supposed to be, but you are and having you there, in the direct line of danger isn’t something I’m willing to allow to continue. You’ll quit and I’ll protect you.”
“You don’t get to make that decision,” I breathe, “if I quit, I’m useless.”
He presses his forehead to mine, sighing deeply, “I’m sorry, Eleanor, I’m sorry for using you, dragging you into this. I’m sorry I can’t let you go.”
“King,” I breathe.
“Please,” he begs, “Tobias is dangerous, and I can’t protect you when you’re there.”
“He doesn’t know anything.” I say.
“Eleanor,” he holds my eyes, “Please.”
“Can I think about it?”
He sighs, “You’ll think about it?”
“Yes, King, I’ll think about it, now can we do something else?”
He grins, “What did you have in mind?”