Watching him for a moment, I sigh and shrug, pinching my nose between my forefinger and thumb as I shake my head.
"I don't know," I admit, scrubbing my hands over my face and then leaning back in my chair, eyes scanning the bookshelves that surround my desk. "I'd get pleasure out of doing it. We all know he fucking deserves it for the shit he's caused, but he's Alicia's brother."
"Doesn't she hate him?" he asks.
I nod. "Yeah, she does."
"So then she won't care."
"I can't be sure of that, though."
"Well, my brother killed my dad, and I didn't care at all. If anything, I was relieved afterwards."
Grimacing at him, I shake my head.
"Alicia isn't like you," I tell him, and he rolls his eyes. "She may hate her brother, but I'm worried if I were to kill him, it would affect her. I don't want her to look at me and see the man who murdered her brother, and I fear that's all I'll ever be if I go through with it."
Silence spreads through the room, and a few minutes later, he sighs and stands from the chair.
"Well, I guess I'll do it then."
My head rears back, and my brows furrow.
"What?"
He shrugs, moving over to the bookcase, swiping his finger along the spine of the folders I keep there.
"I've come out of retirement for one King already, so it only makes sense if I also do you a favour, too. Although, this will now be two favours you owe me."
"Firstly, I don't need you to kill someone for me," I tell him. "Secondly, why the fuck would this make it two favours?"
Glancing at me over his shoulder, his calculated gaze meets mine.
"Well, you still owe me one for when I saved your life, sacrificing my tattoo in the process." He rubs at his arm, and I roll my eyes at his dramatics. "And, although this is a win-win situation for me, I still think killing your wife's brother would warrant me another favour."
"Why is this a win-win situation for you?"
"If I kill him, I'll feel more at peace. He came after Sophia before. He then came after the business. When that didn't go to plan, he tried to hurt Alicia and then almost killed Percy. Everything he has done is making Sophia panic. She's constantly worried—about you, your wife, everyone in this god damned family."
He grinds his jaw, flexing his fingers at his sides.
"She's pregnant. She doesn't need the stress. I don't want her worrying anymore. Her worrying puts her and my baby at risk, and I'm sick and tired of it. I think it's poetic in a way if I'm the one to kill him."
Leaning on my desk, I frown.
"So, are you suggesting you should be the one to kill him because you want to help me out, or simply just because you want to do it?"
"Does it really matter?" he retorts.
Glancing down at my desk, I think over his offer, debating what the right decision is.
"I know where he is already," he adds.
My eyes lift to meet his.
"How?" I ask.
"Miles."
