Confession of a King

The sound of the basement door at the top of the steps slamming shut was something I had grown accustom to. I sat on a bar stool, close to the bar that held a majority of weapons incognito inside of it along with alcohol. Matt had lashed out on me and then told me not to bother him upstairs. He was going to shower and watch television, then would be down to work out later on. We had been getting along extremely well, so I didn’t know what the attitude was all about. I chalked it up to him probably being frustrated with his arm. He was gaining more control over it and could move it more, but couldn’t do any heavy lifting or anything of the sort with it for the time being.

I sighed and got off the stool, going around to the other side of the bar and opening the mini-fridge. I pulled out a bottle of rum, pouring the liquid into a glass and downing it quickly. I knew better than to drink more than a couple shots worth. I hadn’t consumed much alcohol since Alec; there was no time to. My thoughts left Matt’s arm and traveled to Alec. I was so grateful that his grandparents were watching him while our lives were in turmoil for the time being. I was sad that they were going to experience some of his “firsts” that Matt and I would prefer to be there for. Eternally, if Alec knew the situation, he would be grateful that we are keeping him out of harms way. The plan for the future was to get this taken care of, and keep Alec’s eyes shielded away from the gang world for the rest of his life. He would never need to know what his dad was, what we went through. I was looking forward to raising my son in a normal family.

I grabbed the bottle of rum and poured one more shot. Hell, if the kid wasn’t home and Matt was going to be in a piss mood, why not at least have a slight buzz? I put the bottle back into the mini-fridge and stood back up, the lights in the basement immediately going out and everything going dark.

“What the fuck?” I muttered to myself, not knowing why the power went out. It wasn’t like there was a storm outside. Last I had looked out there it was a bright and beautiful, California day.

Navigating through the pitch-black basement wasn’t exactly the easiest since we hadn’t lived here for that long. I knew the top two levels much better, having gone up and down them in the dark of the night multiple times now looking for a midnight snack. I had never been down here without the lights on, so I was bumping into a few things while trying to make my way over to the stairs.

I reached the top of the steps and grabbed the door handle and tried to turn it, but it wouldn’t budge. The fucking lock was out the outside of the door, not down here. I groaned out in frustration and banged my fists on the door, screaming for the idiot who was probably sound asleep upstairs, “MATT! MATTHEW! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! WAKE THE FUCK UP AND OPEN THE DOOR! I AM GOING TO HAVE A PANIC ATTACK DOWN HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

It didn’t matter how much I was banging, kicking or screaming. Matt slept like a rock, and if he was out, he was out until he woke up in a couple hours. I sank onto the top step, my back leaning against the door with my head in my hands. It would’ve been one thing if it was storming outside, but since it wasn’t, I was nervous to be trapped down here with the power going out. I then though to myself, I had my phone down here and left it on the bar. Very carefully, not to fall down the steps, I guided myself back toward solid ground. I went to round the corner at the bottom of the stairs, heading toward the bar, when a hand grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head back.

I screamed out in a mixture of pain and fear, “Get off me!”

The hand didn’t let go, and just yanked harder on my pony tail. I swallowed the spit accumulating in my mouth, fear setting through my whole body. The person who had a hold of me then pushed me forward, causing me to fall flat on my face. Their shoe now resting in between my shoulder blades as I laid flat on the floor, the sound of a gun’s safety being turned off. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my brain and switch out of panic mode. I reached behind me and grabbed their ankle, forcing them onto the ground. What sounded like the gun fell onto the ground, separate from the body.

I jumped to my feet and took a few steps backward, not knowing where exactly the person landed. I tried to think to myself to get to the bar, and continued with walking backwards. I heard movement from the front of me and I turned around, darting over to the bar, knowing I could at least grab a gun to have on me.

That hand that once grabbed me before now reached for me again, this time connecting with my cardigan and giving it a tug, pulling me back. As if it was second nature, I slipped the cardigan off my body and left it in their hand as I ran toward the bar. My hands fumbling along the cabinets, looking for the one with the drawers inside of it. One of the stools across from the bar moved, and I could hear them laughing quietly to themselves.

I found what I was looking for and yanked a gun out, flicking the safety off and holding it up, aimed at where I thought this person was standing. I let out a breath, my voice shaky, “I swear to god I will fucking kill you if you take one step closer to me.”

“Ivy, drop the gun,” Zacky’s voice spoke across from me, a sigh of relief coming from my entire body. This was just a test run. “Put the safety back on and drop the gun.”

I did as he asked and put the gun on the bar, taking a step back and leaning against the wall behind me. The lights in the basement all turned back on and my brown eyes hit his green ones. He had a smirk on his face as he watched my demeanor change back to calm. I now understood what all was going on; why Matt had that temper tantrum earlier. It was all a show so that he could go upstairs and be of no assistance, probably watch me on the surveillance cameras, while I had my practice run with Zacky.

“You did good,” Zacky chuckled and looked down at the bar, grabbing the glass that I had poured that extra shot of rum in. He lifted it to his lips and threw it back, “And you were drinking? I’m thoroughly impressed.”

I laughed and pulled the bottle back out of the mini-fridge, grabbing him a glass of his own, “Celebratory shot for me not accidentally killing you?” He took the shot and then sat on one of the bar stools, his hands going for the gun in front of him. “How long were you down here?”

“I’ve been down here since this morning. I was waiting for you and Shadows to come down here, get in your fight, and for him to turn the lights out. We’ve had this planned for days,” he laughed examining the gun. “I would’ve loved to see the kick-back of his one in your arms, though. If you don’t hold it right you could knock your teeth out. A lot of power behind this one.”

I made a mental note of that and heard the door at the top of the stairs open, the sound of feet on the stairs coming right behind it. Matt rounded the corner with a smile on his face, which was a good sign. If he was happy with the outcome of this, it meant what we had been doing was paying off, and that meant he could stop worrying so damn much about his arm. He came over to me and wrapped both arms around my waist, his head resting on my shoulder.

Matt pressed a kiss to my neck, right below my hear, sending shivers down my spine. He must’ve noticed my reaction and laughed to himself, “I’m proud of you for keeping your cool.”

“Thank you,” I said quietly, my cheeks turning the slightest tinge of pink at his statement. It made me happy that he was proud. “But next time, can you maybe not lock me in the basement?”

Matt laughed, much louder this time and reached around me for the same gun Zacky was just holding. He spun it around in his left hand, “I had to put headphones in to drown out the sound of you cursing me out and banging on the door. I didn’t think you could scream so loud.”

“We could hear you two having sex when we were in the basement at our house,” Zacky laughed. “What do you mean you didn’t think she could scream so loud?”

I rolled my eyes, “You could not.”

“Gates has it recorded on his phone. We were down there doing inventory and all you hear is you letting out a few screams and the word daddy. I don’t know what you two were doing in there that day, but you’re disgusting,” Zacky scrunched up his nose and shook his body, as if he was remembering it in the moment.

Matt and I looked at each other with grins, knowing exactly what day that was. We both went to speak at the same time and ended up laughing. I bit my lip and playfully slapped his cheek, “We haven’t done that in months.”

“Maybe we can arrange something,” Matt’s eyes sparkled as he raised his eyebrows at me. “It’s not like you have anything to do for the few days afterwards. You can just lay in bed this time.”

I shook my head and rubbed my face with my hands, a smile playing on my lips, “So I can just lay in bed and you’ll be my servant? Maybe we should do this sooner than later.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Matt smirked. “Or I’ll make it so you can’t sit for three days this time.”

Zacky gagged, “Please put something over the camera in your room. I don’t ever want to have to try to go back for pulling footage and seeing video of your dick up Ivy’s ass.”

I cackled out loud, unable to hold up with the prude-personality I usually gave whenever the guys talked about Matt and I having sex. I stood on my tip-toes and pressed a firm kiss to Matt’s lips, then smacked his ass and pulled away from him. I shot a smirk at Zacky and waltzed my way past both of the men, heading toward the steps to go upstairs. The two of them stayed down here, doing who knows what, while I went upstairs and made myself something to eat for lunch. I also took the time to call Kim and get an update on how Alec was doing. He was getting super mobile and crawling all over the place. She told me that she would send us some videos of him later on in the day, which I was really excited over. After the phone call and my sandwich, I headed up to our bedroom to take a shower.

I opted for taking a bath first, to unwind from my practice-trial with Zacky. Lucky enough for me, when we bought the house Matt had them install a wine fridge in the bathroom, next to the bath tub. I enjoyed a glass of red wine while I showered, a few candles lit in the room and only the sunlight coming through the windows, no lights turned on. I wasn’t sure how long I was in the tub for, because I ended up falling asleep. Once I woke I drained the water and exited the bath, not bothering to wrap a towel around myself. I hopped right into the shower, noting to myself that a few notifications popped up on my phone during my nap and to check them later. As good as that bath felt, there was nothing better than a scorching hot shower. I pulled my hair down from the bun it was in and actually washed it, something I hadn’t been doing often. I thought to myself about maybe chopping off my locks and going shorter, maybe even lightening it, too.

I stepped out of the shower and dried off, throwing my hair up in a towel and putting my robe on. Matt’s request for us to get matching robes was pretty corny, but I couldn’t say that I didn’t enjoy the soft, fluffy material around my naked body. When I walked into our room, Matt was lying on the bed in just his boxer briefs, the television turned up loud, but his focus was on his cell phone in his hands.

I climbed into the bed and grabbed the phone from him, throwing it onto the floor. He looked at me with a brow raised, confused by my actions. I smirked and shifted so that I was on top of him. I didn’t say anything, just pressed my body against his and kissed his lips, then continued to lower my head, kissing down his bare chest and stomach. Once my mouth hit the waistband of his briefs I paused and looked up at him, then grabbed the waistband with my teeth and gave it a tug downward.

His left hand came down and grabbed my hair at the scalp, yanking roughly and chuckling, “I don’t think so. I have other plans for you.”

Matt’s voice was low and dark, his hazel eyes even darkening with dominance and lust-filled excitement. He moved me off of him by my hair, forcing me down onto the bed, him now straddling me. I groaned as he placed his knee in between my legs, his skin hitting my already soaked core underneath the robe. His right hand held me in place; even without using all of his force with his injured arm, it was enough for me not to be able to move. His left arm extended toward the headboard, reaching for something.

“Hold your arms up,” he commanded, ripping open my robe and exposing my naked front side. Within seconds my wrists were tied to the bed, then my ankles. Matt straddled me, his hard cock pushed up against me and dark smirk on his face, his adorable dimples contrasting with his dominant personality, “You’re so beautiful under my control, kitten.”

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