Inked Kingdom

  CARRIE ANN RYAN

  Contents

  INKED KINGDOM

  Inked Kingdom

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  A Note from Carrie Ann Ryan

  Also from Carrie Ann Ryan

  About the Author

  INKED KINGDOM

  By Carrie Ann Ryan

  Inked Kingdom

  An Underworld Kings Romance

  By: Carrie Ann Ryan

  © 2021 Carrie Ann Ryan

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-63695-212-3

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  All characters in this book are fiction and figments of the author’s imagination.

  For Jenika

  Thank you for your certain hero.

  Praise for Carrie Ann Ryan

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  Inked Kingdom

  I fell for Sarina the moment I saw her.

  When the Kingdom tore her for me, I promised revenge.

  My claim was forfeit the moment she ran, but now I will follow.

  I will find her.

  I will earn her.

  And I will burn the world if they dare touch her.

  Again.

  Chapter One

  Stone

  * * *

  The fist slammed into my jaw, the crunch of flesh to bone echoing in my head. I stumbled back and tried to fight, but the person holding me back tightened their grip, my arms pinned behind me.

  “Fucking take it, Stone,” the man in front of me grumbled as he hooked his fist out again, this time connecting with my ribs.

  I let out a shocked gasp, annoyed with myself for doing it. Eddie’s eyes narrowed into slits, the glee in them familiar. Eddie loved doling out pain and seeing others fall.

  The fucking bastard. The fact I’d broken just the bit that I had would egg him on, and I had been doing so well not saying a damn word. As long as I didn’t make a sound, Eddie would get tired and stop.

  Now he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

  Fuck.

  “The King already told you what you could fucking do with your retirement, Stone. You think you’re too good for us? The King made you. He took you from nothing. Kept a roof over your head when your own father didn’t even want you. When your dear old mother left you to rot in the alley with your brother. The King kept you alive when that rat bastard of a brother finally kicked the bucket as he should have long before. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

  Rage ravaged my body, threatening to overpower me and make me lose control. If I lost control, I’d die. I wouldn’t be able to face Eddie and keep up with the man behind me long enough to draw in my next breath.

  “I’m not a pretty boy like you, it seems,” I finally answered, with a smirk of my own, and the man holding me kneed me behind my legs. I let out a curse, and Eddie grinned.

  “That’s a pretty boy. Look at you, pretending you’re some tough shit when all you’re going to do is go cry to your mother.” Eddie grinned again. “Oh, you can’t do that because your mom is dead. I guess that’s what happens when you go against the King. You know she screamed when she died. Bent to save you, and yet it’s not going to be enough. She’s dead. Now you’re going to join her soon. I can’t wait to tell the King to send you to meet your mom. She was hot, though. Kind of miss the fact that I never got to tap that.”

  Fury boiled through me, and I pulled at the other man, at Rook.

  His name wasn’t Rook. That was his title. Eddie was the Knight. We were part of the Kingdom, its organization outside of Desolation, New York. We ran guns, booze, drugs—anything to make the King richer.

  I had been born into the life, I hadn’t had a choice.

  I might say that I could get out, but there was no leaving it. The only person that had left had been the one person that I’d loved.

  Only Sarina was gone. She had been the Princess, daughter of the former Knight, sister of the older Rook, before everything had changed.

  Now her family was dead, and Sarina was gone, and I was alone here.

  Alone in a city of crime, of terrible choices, no getting out.

  Somehow I was going to leave.

  I had no other choice. If I wanted to live to see my next birthday, or fuck, see the next sunrise, I needed to leave before the rest of the Kingdom put me in front of the King.

  “Fuck you.” I growled out the word, knowing I needed to leave. I needed to be who I needed to be and fuck everyone else.

  There was no way that I could stay here. No way that I could survive if I stayed with the Kingdom, in New York, or with any attachments to the Ruin.

  The Ruin was made up of the major powers of crime and unorder congregated in Desolation, New York. It connected all the bosses, the cartels, the mobs, the games, and the outsiders. Anyone who was anyone in our part of the country was connected to the Ruin.

  And I needed to sever that connection if I wanted to survive.

  If I wanted to have her.

  I had claimed her once, and she had left. Not to leave me, but to save herself, the one thing I hadn’t been able to do on my own.

  She ran from me once, from my world, from our world, and now I needed to find her. But the first thing I needed to do was get out of their hold.

  “You really thought you could do it,” Eddie said as he shook his head. He gestured behind me, and I frowned because the man holding me didn’t move. No, instead, there was a sound of boots on cement and someone being dragged.

  I froze, ice sliding up my veins. I looked at Jeremy.

  Jeremy was the single friend I had left in the Ruin. He was a runner like me, but he tended to make poor decisions. Even worse than I did when it came to this life. I didn’t do drugs. I didn’t beat women. I didn’t use anybody other than myself. Jeremy tried his best to emulate that but sometimes made the wrong choices.

  Still, Jeremy was my only friend.

  Eddie looked at me then and pulled the Glock out of his holster.

  “You both thought you could leave?” He shook his head. “Guess you were wrong, weren’t you?”

  “I swear, I wasn’t going to leave. I love the Kingdom. I love the King. I bow before him.” Jeremy began to ramble, tears slid from his eyes, and I just blinked, wondering what the fuck Jeremy had done.

  Because while I was going to leave, because I had to, Jeremy was supposed to wait. He had wanted to stay. He would never betray me or his King. What the fuck had he done to warrant this reaction from the Knight?

  “The King sends his regards, Jeremy. Next time, don’t fuck his daughter.”

  Jeremy let out a scream, and then there was nothing, just the sound of a gunshot echoing between my ears and my stomach falling out.

  This couldn’t be happening. Jeremy couldn’t be dead. The Knight hadn’t just killed a man in cold blood in front of me. But of course he had. They’d done it before. And if I wasn’t careful, they’d do it again and again until there was no hope.

  No salvation.

  Jeremy fe
ll, the single perfect precision hit right in the middle of his forehead. Eddie sighed and put the gun back in his holster.

  “We’re going to have to get the cleaner in here to clean this up,” he growled. “Do you want to use ours or someone else’s?”

  “Call Arlo.” Rook chuffed behind me. “That way, our guy doesn’t have to get his hands dirty. Arlo will be good at it.”

  Ice crawled all over me. Arlo was the cleaner for higher-ups in the Ruin. Nobody knew exactly what he did, but as Arlo worked for the Petrov Bratva. He was a big mean son of a bitch.

  Nobody messed with him, and if Arlo was coming here to clean up the mess Jeremy made, he was here to clean me up too.

  I swallowed hard, looked at my dead friend, and I wondered how the fuck I got here.

  I was such an idiot.

  I needed to get out of here. I needed to get out of the life that I had no choice in until now.

  I couldn’t even feel remorse for the friend that was dead. I didn’t have time or the luxury to feel. Everything was numb. Hollow. Unending.

  Jeremy was dead. And he had cried.

  And I was next.

  “I think the King wants to do this personally for you, boy,” Eddie said as he shook his head. “I’m not going to waste a bullet on you.”

  Then Eddie moved forward and snapped out his wrist. The taser hit me right in the chest, sending electric shocks down my body. I hadn’t even realized that the Rook had let me go, was laughing behind me. I fell to my knees, and then the taser was gone, and they were kicking. Steel-toed boots hitting my side, my ribs. Something cracked and I coughed up blood. And then there was a fist to my temple, and there was nothing.

  * * *

  “Wake up, dumb ass. Open those eyes.”

  I looked up into the dark eyes of the man above me and figured maybe this was how I was going to die. Maybe the King didn’t want anything to do with me after all.

  “Come on, before they take you to the hub, the Ruin doesn’t need to see your dead body. And neither do I.”

  “Arlo?” I asked as I coughed.

  Arlo looked down at the blood that I had sprayed on his chest and rolled his eyes. “Thanks for that. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

  “What the fuck?”

  “You want out? I got you a car. No questions.”

  “But how? Why?”

  “See, those are questions. And I don’t want fucking questions.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You don’t need to understand. Just get the fuck out of here, Stone. You want to survive? Leave.”

  “But what about you?”

  “There are different ways to survive, Stone. You know that better than anyone else.” He tossed the keys at me, and I caught them with my left hand, my right one still aching from when Eddie had stomped on it.

  “What are you going to tell them?”

  “Again with the questions. It’s like you want to be killed.”

  He shook his head and walked off without saying another word, as if speaking to me had been too much for him in the first place.

  I looked over at the small nondescript sedan in front of me and wondered what the fuck was going on. My head ached, and I had a feeling I might have a concussion, but I ignored it.

  I got in the car, started the engine, and wondered if I was trusting the wrong person. After all, I had been trusting the wrong people my entire life. What was one more wrong choice?

  I needed to go, needed to find my home. The only home that I could think of was the one who had left me, the one who had needed to run, the one I hadn’t gone after.

  But there was no time like the present.

  My only friend was dead, taken away when I was out cold, and I hadn’t even had time to mourn or wonder what I could have done.

  My family was long gone, taken from me before I’d had the strength to fight back to try to save them.

  All that would be left for me at the Ruin were the death and destruction of whatever the King declared.

  So I started the engine and I pulled away, wondering what the fuck Arlo was thinking and how the fuck I was going to repay him.

  In the end, it didn’t matter because I was looking for her.

  For Sarina.

  My life was forfeit.

  The claim I once had on her long gone.

  My past lay in ruins, but she was the one for me.

  She would be my salvation.

  Or my ending.

  Chapter Two

  Sarina

  * * *

  I tossed the recycling in the dumpster and shook my head. Well, standing in an alley surrounded by dumpsters and trash was at least better than my former life. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was mine.

  My back ached, my feet hurt, but to me, that just meant an excellent job for the day. I still had another shift at the bar later, but for now, being a barista at Café Taboo paid some of my bills.

  That’s why I worked as a bartender at Ink on Tap, the gay bar down the street that my best friend owned, in the evenings.

  I didn’t have a life, but that was fine. Who needed a life when you were working two full-time jobs and sleeping when you could? I didn’t need a life outside of that.

  At least, that’s what I told myself.

  After all, I had lived dangerously and a little more high-octane when I had been in high school. I didn’t need anything more than this.

  I rolled my shoulders and turned towards the other side of the alley to get back into the café and finish my shift. I tripped over a rock, my whole body turning to ice as I looked at the person in front of me.

  It was a ghost. It had to be a ghost because he couldn’t be there.

  After all this time, that couldn’t be Stone Anderson standing in front of me. The one person I had left, the one person that had taken everything from me.

  Or rather, perhaps I had taken everything from him.

  I had given him myself, my innocence, my heart, my future, and he had thrown it away because he chose his family over me.

  He had chosen everything over me.

  “Stone,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

  “You remembered me.”

  I blinked at him, my hands shaking. “What happened to your face?” I asked, wondering why that was the first thing that came out of my mouth. Of course, it couldn’t be helped. He looked horrible.

  Perhaps beneath the split lip, black eye, and swollen cheekbone, there was still that gorgeous ruggedness that was Stone, but I could barely see it. No, instead, all I could notice were the imperfections, the signs that perhaps he hadn’t left the life like he had promised me he would.

  He had stayed behind when I left, and whatever had wrapped its hands around his neck had taken more from him that I could comprehend.

  “Sarina,” he whispered, his voice a growl. It did things to me, just like it always had. That was the problem with Stone.

  No matter what I did, I couldn’t think when he was around. He made me lose all sense, lose all reality.

  Because he was supposed to be my everything. My salvation. My one true everything.

  And then he had chosen the Kingdom.

  Chosen the place that had killed my father. Killed my brother. Killed everything.

  Chosen the place that had wanted me. Not for who I was, but what I could do for them.

  They had wanted my body, my soul. They had wanted everything other than who I was and what choices I could make.

  Stone had chosen them.

  How was I supposed to look at the man in front of me and want anything other than to run?

  So I did. I left the alley. I turned on my heel, and I ran.

  My feet dug into the gravel, and I ignored the blisters on my heels. I ignored Stone’s shout.

  I ignored him.

  I’d have to call Hailey later and let her know why I had left in a hurry, but she would understand. She had to. She and all of her family always understood what was going on. It was as if they had a sixth sense. They would understand why I had to leave. They might not know every detail, they knew enough to understand my running. At least for the day, and if Stone wouldn’t walk away, perhaps forever.