Yet Another Neighbourhood chapter 14
King had his eyes locked on Kensi's. There was an obvious tension between the two. An armed man appeared behind Deeks. There was now nothing he could do to King without a bullet being shot in his back. "How did you get out?" she questioned, annoyed by him being so close.
"Kensi, I am a man who puts a lot of effort into his work. Let's just say, I stole myself out of that place," he answered. Deeks could only stand there, watching as King slowly ran his hand up her side. "There were enough women in prison you know. But none could shine a light to you, Sweetheart. I've been thinking about that night," he said hungrily. A smile spread over his face as if he were remembering Kensi from his deepest fantasies. His hand pushed her hair out of the way and stayed in her neck for a moment. His thumb softly traced her jawline. Deeks wanted to punch him in the jawline. Kensi could feel his warm breath on her lips as he lingered only a centimetre or two in front of her. "Next time, don't change the subject," he suddenly said in a low voice, staring down at her.
Deeks had his fists balled. His knuckles were white and he stared daggers at King. "That's enough! Let me do what you brought me here to do and let her go," he challenged.
King laughed. Deeks took a step towards him. And in response the guard did too. Kensi wanted it to be over and instead she had yet again fallen into the middle of things. The man in front of her was attractive in the face but the grasp he had on her wrists was the reason she didn't dare move. His fingers dug into her skin and she had to hold back the cry of pain that lay on her lips. "How romantic, trying to be the hero. I guess I could always kill you and take the pyramid myself. I'm here now anyway."
"No!" Kensi let out in a plea of mercy.
"Jerry here can take very good care of you," he said to Deeks, ignoring Kensi.
As the man with the gun began to lead Deeks out of the room, King pulled Kensi in. "I've missed you." Being held in her spot, Kensi couldn't pull away from the kiss. The kiss itself was lustful, but surprisingly passionately King let his hand run through her curls before dropping it just below the small of her back. Uncomfortable, Kensi lightly arced her back, trying to get away from his touch. All he did was smile against her lips. She tried to pull further away and was granted a rough twist of the wrist he was still holding. Without breaking the kiss she gasped under the pressure and King used it to his advantage, deepening the kiss.
This was the moment Deeks had had enough. He turned and swung at the guard. The riffle fell to the floor. Pulling himself together from the unexpected attack, Jerry dug his fist into Deeks' lower abdomen before striking the left side of his face. "Deeks!" Kensi cried, finally pulled apart enough to speak. Returning the favour, Deeks hit him with a right hook. Stanley finally let go of Kensi's waist but kept a stern grip on her bruising wrist.
"Enough!" he shouted. From his jacket pocked he pulled a pistol and trained it on Kensi's head. "Although pretty and… very enjoyable," he said with a slight crumble, "I'm not afraid to pull the trigger to get what I want." Jerry, who was lying on the floor curled in a ball, whimpered for a moment and held his broken nose. Kensi's eardrums felt like they exploded when King squeezed the trigger of his pistol. The bullet penetrated Jerry's head. Motionless and bleeding on the hard ground, he was yet another victim of the brutal and heartless Stanley King, Kensi had gotten to know. It wouldn't be long before security stormed the backstage so King dragged Kensi through the curtain, keeping the gun pointed at Deeks.
A conjoined gasp filled the air from the crowd when they saw the trio appear. Kensi could see the intensity in King's posture; it flooded his deep brown orbs in an instant. "Put your gun down!" Callen shouted. He and Sam both had their weapons drawn as well as multiple security guards off the event. Deeks pulled his gun as well.
His mind was slightly foggy from the words King had spoken. Kensi wouldn't do that would she? She knew who he was, the kind of person he is. There was no way, not even in Paris, that she would fall weak at the hands of a con man as brutal as him. Or anyone for that matter, he hoped. As he stood there, he didn't know anymore. Kensi could have easily kicked his ass when he had been to occupied sticking his tongue down her throat. Was there a reason she hadn't fought back that hard? Could she actually care about the guy holding the gun? The man who had threatened her team, Annie, and had gotten Deeks into stealing a multi-million dollar object? His thoughts screamed at him. Kensi gave him a pleading look. Only then did he realise that he wasn't aiming the barrel at King, but at Kensi, as King was keeping her as a shield between him and Deeks' firearm.
"Put down your weapon!" Sam spoke as well when King didn't move a muscle. King's gun was pointing at Kensi's head now as well. Still being uncomfortably close, Kensi kept her eyes on Deeks. She could tell King's words had gotten to him. He was contemplating it, he was thinking about it.
"I think you might want to put your weapons down instead," King responded, pulling the trigger once again.
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