King of the Underworld by RJ Kane

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sephie

As if on cue, my body started shaking uncontrollably. Sometimes it was just my legs, but this time it was my entire body.

“What’s happening? Do you need a doctor? Are you having a seizure? What do you need?”

I grabbed onto his arms to try and steady myself. “I…I’m okay…This…happens… trauma…”

In one quick motion, he stood up and picked me up. He carried me to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. He turned the water on overhead, making the temperature hot enough that steam quickly began filling the bathroom. He sat on the floor, with me in his lap, holding me while I shook uncontrollably. He gently rocked me back and forth as I tried to gain control of my body again.

Slowly, the shaking stopped. Adrik’s arms around me helped to calm me down. I looked up at him, asking, “what did you mean you only just found out about Anthony’s plan a few hours ago? How did you know about my dream?”

He smiled, wiping my wet hair from my forehead. “I didn’t know about your dream, solnishko. It seems your dream knew about Anthony’s plans.”

I scrunched my face. “I don’t understand.”

He sighed, pulling me against him again. “We managed to capture one of Anthony’s closest associates. He slipped up and my men caught him. When pressed for information, he finally gave up Anthony’s plan, although he was unsure of the specific details. It was just as you said in your dream. He wants to use you to hurt me.”

“Oh,” I said, folding my arms to my chest and curling up more in between his legs on the shower floor.

“I won’t let that happen. He can make as many plans as he wishes, but he won’t get to you. I promise you.” I just nodded my head against his chest, suddenly very tired again and not wanting to think about any of this. I sighed.

in front of me. I felt his fingers under my chin, lifting my head so that I would look at him. “He will never

raised my fist between us, with only my pinky outstretched.

he asked, cocking his

scoffed at him. “You’ve been missing out. A pinky swear is the holiest of swears there is. Like more sacred than swearing on a bible or your mother’s grave, God rest her soul. Or not. I have no idea if your mother is alive or not, now that

just stared at me, the intensity in his eyes replaced by amusement.

you do

do what?

Well, yes, that too, but how do you bring joy to a truly f*cked up situation? I’m the one that’s supposed to be

solnishko.”

It’s a gift?” I

his head. “That it is,” he said as he kissed my cheek. “Now, tell

put your pinky up.” He did as I asked and I hooked my pinky with his and said,

lit up with amusement as he repeated, “I pinky

was my shirt. I wasn’t sure how I was getting out of the shower without giving him a show. I reached for his chest,

my hair back from my face again. “No

“No more shaking.”

walked over to the cabinet to grab a few towels, then walked back to the shower and stepped back inside, giving me

water off, then extended his hand to help me off the floor. I kept one arm across my breasts, as my shirt was now completely see-through. Once I was standing, he opened the shower door and handed me a towel. He turned his back to me and said,

off over my head, dropping it on the floor of the shower. I wrapped the towel around me quickly and slipped my soaked panties off

I was getting out of my wet clothes, he was too. We were both only in towels. He extended his hand to me. “Come,” he said. I placed my hand in his and