Page 64 of The King's Boy

"Oh, please." I snickered. "I grew up in Cathlamet, Washington. It's in the middle of nowhere. Everyone has a gun. With the amount of wild animals we have around there, it's stupid not to."

"Your aim is impeccable."

"You can thank my aunt for that. She's the one that raised me after my parents passed away. She said if I was going to learn how to shoot a gun, I was going to learn how to shoot it right."

"I have got to meet this aunt of yours."

I hugged King tightly as sheer delight raced through me. "I would love to take you to Cathlamet to meet my aunt."

I tilted my head back when King cupped the side of my face. I was elated at the soft caress he gave me, but I was unsettled by the intensity if the look in his green eyes.

"King?"

"I know you value your freedom, but I'm an old-fashioned guy, Spencer. I still need to ask your aunt for her permission to make you the queen of my castle."

I gasped, afraid to believe what I was thinking.

"If she says yes, will you?"

We were standing in a dark alley with three bodies on the ground behind me and he was proposing?

He was proposing, wasn't he?

"Are you asking me to marry you?"

"I am." King's thumb brushed over the fullness of my bottom lip. "If I can get your aunt's permission, will you marry me? Will you be my queen?"

I pressed a kiss to the thumb on my lips and then leaned back. I had no doubt that there was a gleam in my eyes when King frowned down at me. "You have to get my aunt's permission first."

If he thought running the Irish mob was hard, he was in for a big surprise. His biggest fight was ahead of him, and I couldn't wait to watch the battle.

Chapter Twenty

~ King ~

I could believe I was on a private jet flying from the east coast to the west coast. I wanted to meet Spencer's aunt and ask her permission to marry her nephew. A bit old fashioned, but this woman was important to Spencer so she was important to me. I wanted to start off on the right foot.

What I couldn't believe was that I was flying on that jet with the heads of the Manhattan and the Bronx mafia families and their spouses.

Vinnie Borelli and Dmitri Petrov.

I never would have believed it if I wasn't living it.

I smiled as I glanced at the man softly snoring with his head resting on my shoulder. Spencer was changing my life in ways I never dreamed of.

I was getting to know and respect the heads of some of the other families. We might even become friends at some point, which would cut down on the fights between us.

I had just put a major hole in the drug industry in Queens by taking out the men behind it, even if Spencer had been the one to shoot them. Even if I couldn't take credit for it the police had to be happy. Hopefully, some of that would rub off on me and my organization.

I was finally moving Queens into the alcohol business and away from drugs, racketeering, and whatever other crimes could get me twenty to life. Over time, I had no doubt I could work out deals to ship alcohol to other areas of New York City.

All in all, Spencer had had a spectacular impact on my life.

Didn't hurt that I loved him and he loved me.

"King," Vinnie said as he walked down the narrow aisle toward me. "I just talked to some of my men. That assassin that went after you and Spencer? Katrina? My guys caught her trying to move into Manhattan. She seemed really interested in offering her services to me. I had my men take her into custody and then take her to a secure location.

My eyes narrowed as rage ignited in my gut. "You have her secured?"