My King

Chapter 4

We sat down on the couch of my apartment slightly shocked at what had just unfolded.

I wasn't going to play any games. I needed answers. 

"What's your business with Klaue?" I questioned. I wanted to interrogate him. It felt like he knew so much more than I did.

"Right to it huh?" He said, as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He propped his legs up on the coffee table as he leaned his head back.

"Killmonger, I'm not here to play. I want answers."

He looked over at me at the mention of his nickname.

"You're not afraid of it?"

I gave him a confused look.

"You're not afraid of me? Or how I got that nickname? You just let in a former black-ops operative into your home and didn't bat an eyelash. Are you not afraid of anything that may lie ahead?"

I sighed. "I've been afraid all my life. Afraid that my parents were dead. Afraid that I'd be alone forever. Afraid to trust. But when you're in the dark, your eyes adjust and at some point the darkness doesn't bother you anymore. You find comfort in it"

He looked straight ahead.

"Yeah, I guess I know what that feels like" he said in a low voice.

"As for the nickname, it intrigues me more than it scares me. And if I wanted you to be dead when you entered my door, you would have been dead. " I smiled as I glanced over at him.

He faced me "Right and how would that happen"

I threw my head back against the couch "When I was about 11 or so I needed money so I decided to get a job at the supermarket, but I was too young to understand that it was just a front for a gang." I laughed "But they still let me work there, I guess their philosophy was that maybe if they helped out an 11 year old make some extra cash it would cleanse their souls or something. I worked in the back, which is were most of the members would come and go. Over time some of them started to recognize me and took me under their wing. They taught me about self-defense, and as I grew older they gave me more mechanic mediums to play with"

He shook is head "Mechanic mediums? That's a fancy ass way of saying guns"

"That's what they referred to them as, it made it seem more sophisticated" I reached my hand under the couch cushions without glancing down and pulled out a Beretta 9000 pistol and cocked it to see Erik's reaction.

He sat in his spot motionless, his breathing had picked up. He had no defense weapons.

"And this is only the baby of my collection" I smiled as I emptied out the bullets on the ground and set the gun aside.

He relaxed as I did so and further positioned himself to face my direction. I did the same. 

"I gotta be honest I wasn't expecting - that" he said. "Alright, fine, you'll be a good addition to what Ulysses is setting up - you can come"

I scoffed "I never asked for your permission, I was always coming"

He rolled his eyes. "Have it your way princess"

I raised an eyebrow "You know you've repeatedly called me princess but you're technically the actual prince in this room"

His eyes deepened with ambition "Soon I'll also be a king."

I shook my head "I'll help you get there if you help me get answers. What's going on with Klaue?"

He stared at me. "You're parents had the same goal as my father, the same goal as me. I owe it to my father to help you out, I'll promise you that."