God of Wreck

God of Wreck by Allaria Black

Summary

Eli King never wanted Killian Carson or did he? Killian was a storm Eli couldn't control-wild, consuming, and utterly destructive. They hated each other with a passion that burned too hot, too fierce, and for years, they clashed in a deadly game of dominance and disdain.

But obsession doesn't care for reason, and love doesn't ask for permission. Now, as their families force an alliance, Eli finds himself trapped in Killian's world-a place where boundaries blur and desires take dangerous turns.

Killian Carson was never supposed to want Eli King. The perfect heir with his cold eyes and unreachable aura was everything Killian couldn't stand -controlled, calculating, and maddeningly untouchable.

But the line between hate and obsession is razor-thin, and Killian crossed it long ago.

And love may be the ultimate surrender.

CHAPTER ONE

The boardroom of Carson Enterprises was coldly modern-glass, and a palpable tension. Asher Carson leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a sharp contrast to Alexander Carson's commanding presence at the table. Between them, the animosity simmered like a low flame threatening to erupt.

"You will help me, Asher," Alexander demanded, his voice cutting through the silence. "Our company has been bleeding, and you're the only one who can stop it."

Asher smirked, his tone as sharp as his father's. "Help? Your law firm has nothing to do with me. I have my own company to run, and I'm doing just fine without your interference."

Alexander slammed his hand on the table, leaning forward. "It's not just about my firm! The King Enterprises have been buying shares from our partners-your partners. If they continue at this rate, they'll come for your business next."

Asher's smirk faltered slightly, but he didn't respond. The third person in the room, Rai Sokolov, broke the silence, her voice calm and deliberate.

"He's right, you know," Rai said, her dark eyes observing the Carsons with interest. "The Kings have been securing shipments and expanding rapidly. A partnership between V-Corp and King Enterprises could be a strategic move. A win-win."

Alexander's expression shifted subtly, his lips curling into a sly smile. "Interesting you should say that. I've already spoken to Aiden King. He proposed an alliance ... perhaps even between our families."

The room stilled.

Rai's gaze sharpened, immediately catching the subtext. "An alliance?" she echoed, her tone deceptively neutral. "You mean ... marriage?"

Alexander's silence was answer enough. Asher's jaw tightened, but it was Rai who began thinking aloud, her mind calculating. "Marriage ... Let's see. The only eligible single in the King family is Eli King. Creighton is engaged to Mikhail Orlov."

Asher's frown deepened, and he sat up straighter. "Annika? No, she's with Glyndon King."

"My daughters are married," Rai interjected, raising a hand, as if to absolve herself. "And Niko is with Brandon King."

They all fell silent, the weight of the moment pressing down on them. As if summoned by fate, the door to the boardroom swung open, and Killian Carson walked in, nose buried in a file.

"Dad," Killian said without looking up. "I've analyzed this file. Shall I send it to the client?"

He glanced up then, freezing as he registered the calculating stares directed at him. His instincts screamed alert escape! Escape!, but he kept his expression neutral.

Rai's lips twitched into a knowing smile. "Perfect match," she murmured, breaking the silence.

Alexander nodded approvingly, a glint of triumph in his eyes. "Indeed."

Killian's alarm bells were now deafening, and his gaze darted to his father. "What's going on, Dad?" he demanded.

Asher stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "No. Absolutely not," he snapped, his voice echoing with finality. "I am not selling my youngest son to that ice-hearted fool, Eli King. No way. I refuse! And for some business deal. No, no!"

Killian looked between them, his confusion morphing into suspicion. "Selling me? To Eli King? What the hell is this?"

Alexander's smile was as cold as it was dangerous. "Just business, Killian. Nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about?" Asher's voice was a growl. "He's my son, not some pawn in your schemes, and I won't stand for it!"

Killian turned to his father, "Explain, Dad."

Asher groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Killian, they're-" He hesitated, his glare darting between Rai and Alexander.

"Out with it, Dad," Killian pressed, waving the file.

"They're proposing you marry Eli King," Asher said flatly, as if the words tasted sour in his mouth.

The room went still for a split second.

Then:

"WHAT?! " Killian's yell reverberated like a thunderclap, making the glass table tremble. "ME? MARRY ELI KING? NO!"

Eli sat back in his chair, twirling a pen between his fingers, his father's words still echoing in his mind. The idea of marriage with Killian Carson should've made him laugh out loud or throw a fit-maybe both. Instead, he had managed a calm, measured response.

"I'll think about it."

His father's face had flickered with something-suspicion, perhaps. Aiden King wasn't a man who missed much, but Eli had no intention of giving him any ammunition for more teasing. Aiden might have been enjoying his retirement, but that didn't stop him from meddling in Eli's life with the precision of a seasoned CEO.

Now, sitting alone in his office, Eli let his thoughts wander. Killian Carson. It was a name that stirred something primal in him. Not fear, not admiration-just pure, unadulterated irritation.

They had known each other since childhood. Their parents were friends, so it was inevitable. Family dinners, social galas, business events-they'd been forced into proximity more times than Eli could count. And every single time, without fail, they clashed.

Killian was chaos personified. Eli, who thrived on control and order, found everything about him unbearable. The way Killian always had a smirk on his face, like he was in on some private joke at Eli's expense. The way he spoke without thinking, a sharp edge to his words that always found a way under Eli's skin. The way he had punched Creighton in the face during some ridiculous argument as kids.

They'd always hated each other. He wasn't even sure why. Maybe it was the way their personalities seemed destined to collide, like two storms battling for dominance. Or maybe it was just ... Killian. The man was impossible.

And yet, here Eli was, seriously considering the prospect of marrying him.

He leaned back in his chair, letting out a slow breath. It wasn't like he had much of a choice. An alliance with V-Corp was undeniably beneficial. Their influence, combined with King Enterprises, would be a force no competitor could touch. It made sense. It was strategic. It was logical.

But Killian? That was chaos wrapped in a tailored suit. Could Eli really tie himself to that?

He thought back to their last interaction. It was at some gala, the details of which were already fuzzy in his mind. Killian had sauntered over, a glass of champagne in hand, and within two minutes had managed to irritate Eli so thoroughly that he'd excused himself before saying something that would cause a scene. That was their dynamic. Push, pull, clash, repeat.

He shook his head, as if to banish the thought. This was business. And yet, there was something about the idea that lingered, teasing at the edges of his mind.

He thought of Killian's sharp eyes, his defiant stance, the way he carried himself like he couldn't care less about the world's opinions. Eli hated him, truly, but maybe hate wasn't the right word. Maybe it was too simple for what they had.

This wasn't going to work. It couldn't. And yet ... it might.

"Think about it," his father had said.

And so he would. Even if every fiber of his being told him that marrying Killian Carson would be a disaster of epic proportions.

But then again, what was life without a little chaos?