The King and Vi (Misfortunes Favorites Book 1) by Shana Galen

Author:Shana Galen [Galen, Shana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2024-01-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Violet inhaled sharply at the predatory look on Ferryman’s face. “Miss Baker,” he said. “How convenient.” He looked over her shoulder and cocked his head. “And this must be Mr. King.”

“Just King,” King said. Violet elbowed him in the stomach, and he let out a quiet oof.

“I heard you had a good night at the Silver Unicorn,” Ferryman said, placing both hands on the head of his cane and seeming to rest them there. “But did you make enough to pay your taxes?”

“I’ll pay them,” Violet said. “The money is at the tavern. You’ll have to come there.”

“I don’t have time to run about all day. You come to the Black Bear and pay me tonight. And come alone, Miss Baker,” he said with a look at King.

Violet didn’t like the sound of that, but she could handle herself. “Thank you,” she said, just as King said, “Miss Baker won’t be coming to see you tonight, or any other night.”

She tried to elbow him again, but he’d moved out of her reach.

“If someone needs to pay, I’ll do it.”

Ferryman raised his brows. “Is that right?”

“Shut up, King,” Violet muttered.

“That’s correct,” King went on, ignoring her. “I’m her protector now, and I find this whole requirement she pay you taxes not only illegal but unnecessary.”

“I see. Are you saying you will not pay the taxes?” Ferryman looked at Violet.

“We’ll pay them. King, let’s talk about this alone.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” King stepped in front of her, which would have been noble if it hadn’t been so stupid. “From now on, you’ll leave Miss Baker alone or you’ll answer to me.”

“You are new here, King,” Ferryman said. “So I won’t kill you for your insolence. Not yet.” He snapped his fingers, and half a dozen men stepped out of the fog and into view.

“Ferryman,” Violet said, scrambling in front of King. “He is new to Seven Dials. I’ll speak with him, and I’ll come to the Black Bear. I’m sorry. Just let us pass.”

“Too late for that, Miss Baker.” Ferryman gestured to her, and one of the men grabbed her arms and pulled her away.

“King, run!” she cried, struggling to free herself. But of course, the idiot man didn’t run. It was five to one—six if she counted Ferryman—but King crouched into what she recognized as a fighting stance and stood his ground. She supposed he thought the men would fight him like gentlemen, coming one at a time. But he wasn’t in Mayfair any longer. The men rushed him.

Violet struggled to free herself from the man holding her arms pinned behind her back. She kicked at him, but he was agile and much stronger than she. With a sob, she watched as King threw punch after punch, but he was no match for a group of men, and she let out a cry when he went down. The punches and kicks continued, and she cried out. No one paid her any mind. The blows continued until Ferryman raised a hand.

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