12. Chapter 12
Omniscient
Brooklyn sat relaxed in a plush velvet armchair. Across from her, King Eze’s second wife stood near the balcony doors as she adjusted her gold bangles. Her eyes burned with pure hatred, staring at the younger woman who was slowly creeping into places she didn't belong.
Brooklyn leaned back. "Look at you. Panicking like a common maid. If I were you, I'd pack your little bags and get out of this palace. You're yesterday's news, sweetie."
The second wife’s face was flushed red with rage as she turned on him. "I already have to share you with Amina—who is this young girl?!"
Brooklyn smirked, stepping closer to him as he strode into the room. "Put her in her place, King!"
Eze stepped up to his second wife and cracked her across the face, sending her staggering back against the wall.
Without breaking stride, he turned on his heel, grabbed Brooklyn up and slapped her across the cheek. Brooklyn gasped, clutching her mouth in shock as her head whipped sideways.
"Both of you need to shut up!" Eze roared.
The second wife cowered against the wall, clutching her swelling cheek. Eze turned his gaze onto her, pointing a thick, scarred finger at her chest.
"Go get the kids!" Eze snapped, his eyes cold and devoid of any mercy. "Pack their shit and get them ready. This is not up for discussion!"
The second wife swallowed back a sob, terrified into submission. She nodded frantically, scurrying past him toward the hallway to carry out his order.
Once she vanished, Eze turned his attention back to Brooklyn. He snatched her up by her chin.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Eze growled. "You think you can play Queen in my house when I haven't given you the order?"
Brooklyn wiggled in his grip. "I... I thought we would get started early, King. I thought—"
Before she could finish, Eze yanked her against him, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss.
"I love your eager energy," Eze rumbled. "But you gotta remember who run this shit. I haven't even told my son the plan yet."
Brooklyn caught her breath, her fingers clutching his shoulders.
"What if he doesn't wanna have sex with me no more?" Brooklyn asked softly, her eyes searching Eze’s face. "What if Adanna got his mind fucked?"
King Eze’s lips curled into an arrogant smirk. He let out a low chuckle, patting her ass with force.
"Then we'll force his hand," Eze said smoothly. "My son is as soft as they come. Don't worry about that... You got any missions coming up?"
Brooklyn nodded.
"Good. Go clean up," Eze instructed. " Be ready when they call. You report back to me, okay?"
Brooklyn bowed her head. "Yes, my king."
Eze leaned down, pressing his lips against her temple before pulling back to inspect her. "How's your head?"
Brooklyn gave a nonchalant shrug, trying to play off the lingering pain from Adanna’s attack. "I'm fine."
"Good," Eze growled, a glint flashing in his eyes. "Let's take this to the bedroom."
He grabbed her hand, and dragged her into his master suite. The second wife was throwing her jewelry and clothes into leather trunks, her face was wet with bitter tears.
Eze didn't bother closing the connecting doors.
He threw Brooklyn onto the edge of the bed, hiking her dress up past her waist. Brooklyn let out a gasp as Eze crowded between her thighs, unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants down.
He didn't waste time with romance or gentleness, but she was used to it. Eze slammed into her, grabbing her hips as he hunched her with quick strokes that made the headboard crash against the wall.
In the dressing alcove, the second wife froze as she watched the reflection in the vanity mirror. She watched the man she had served for years raw-dogging the younger woman right in front of her.
Jealousy and humiliation burned through the second wife's veins. She threw her coat around her shoulders, grabbed her half-packed bag, and stomped toward the door.
Eze caught her eye in the mirror as she stormed past the open threshold.
He didn't pause his rhythm as she left. He gave his second wife a disrespectfully slow smirk, driving himself deeper into Brooklyn repeatedly.
Brooklyn threw her head back against the pillows, letting the tyrant take whatever he wanted from her.