King

Alyssa runs back into the room, her eyes wide with panic. When her eyes find mine, she bursts into tears. Without thinking, I'm up from the table, wrapping her in my arms. I don't give a fuck that we have an audience. My girl needs me.

"What's wrong, kitten?" I murmur, stroking her hair as she shakes in my grip.

"He knows, King." Her voice cracks as she buries her face in my chest. "He wants you in his office...and he's probably going to hurt you. I'm so ...