Chapter 11

King POV

I set out on a mission to get my kitten a new phone and car. I know she lost our little bet, but I still want to take care of her and ensure she and Zuri never have to depend on that stupid, abusive asshole ever again.

I pull up to the dealership on my bike, the roar of the engine dying as I kick the stand down. As I dismount, I spot a nervous salesman that approaches me in the parking lot like a goddamn mouse trying to ambush a mountain lion.

He reaches his hand out, and I shake it, squeezing firmly enough that he knows who’s in charge here, my eyes never leaving his.

His face blanches. “Hello, Sir. My name is Jake. C-Can I help you?” he stammers. The way he’s shaking, I’m pretty sure he’s going to piss his fucking pants any moment.

“Yeah, you can actually. I’m looking for a car. Good mileage, very safe, comfortable, sexy. Can fit two...maybe three kids. I don’t know, I haven’t determined how many we’re going to have yet. Oh, also has a