by Smith, T. L
“You will answer me, Princess,” he snarls in my face.
“Fuck you,” I spit back at him.
“I already told you, Princess; anytime.” He lets me go, and I reach for the blanket to cover myself back up again; he snaps it out of my hands.
“Don’t you dare try to cover yourself up in front of me again; I fucking mean it, Princess. That body is mine, and it’s fucking perfect,” he barks at me.
“It’s not perfect, it’s fucking broken, and you took that right from me to fix it,” I scream at him. He looks at me and drops the blankets as he finally understands. Giving Christian his own torture from me is what I wanted to help fix what is broken, and he took that away.
“I did it for you. Everything I do now is for you, don’t you see that? I had to do it to fix me, too, to fix what he took away from me. He took you, Princess, so I made that fucker suffer beyond his wildest imagination.”
I look up at him and think he loves me; I’m not sure if I’m ready for that. So I take off and head for the bathroom without him stopping me.
Once I’m dressed and ready, I head downstairs to face the wrath. I spot Rock first, and he looks up at me and shakes his head; I smile back at him and blow him a kiss. I spot my father and his goons in the kitchen and head in there. I see Stefanos sitting at the counter with a bowl of cereal, only dressed in a pair of jeans. He looks up at me, makes a bowl and slides it to me; I reluctantly take it and sit down to eat.
“Krinos, why was there a cop parked at the front last night? And tell me why all my men saw you naked in the pool,” my father commands, coming to stand in front of me. I look up to see him watching me and peek to my side to see Stefanos’ eyes bulging out of his head.
“It was Blue Eyes; he came to check up on me. Nothing to worry about, Father.” I hear Stefanos grunt and avoid the question about being naked.
“If I see any one of you looking at Princess again, I will remove your fucking eyeballs,” snarls Stefanos. I roll my eyes at him and look back to my father.
“Well, then you best be getting rid of him, cause he is at the front right now. Krinos, next time, use your brains; you know what happens here.” He storms off after that, and my head hits the counter for being so stupid. I look up for Stefanos and can’t find him. I look at Rock, and he points outside, smirking. Fuck.
I race outside and see Blue Eyes pinned to his car by Stefanos; I take out my gun and hold it to Stefanos’ head.
“Drop him now, Stefanos,” I say in a polite voice.
“You fucked him last night, didn’t you, Princess?” He snaps at me, still holding Blue Eyes by the neck. I watch as his grip tightens, and I lower the gun.
“So what if I did? I told you already, I’m not yours. I will fuck who ever I Goddamn well please.” He lets go of Blue Eyes and turns to face me.
“Enough with this childish bullshit; sort your shit out with this loser and be inside in five minutes. Oh, and princess? If you’re not there, there will be consequences.” He smiles at that last past, and I watch his super-sexy ass strut back inside.
Why does this man make me feel things so crazy? I love his pissed-off attitude, and I hate it, but mainly it makes me want to jump him. I don’t like being controlled, and that’s what he wants; he wants to control whom I see and what I do. My father doesn’t even have that right, so why would I hand it over to a man I barely know? And I think I may give him all of me; that’s what scares me the most. I have worked so hard to become who I am.
I look up at Chase and watch as he rubs his throat. He looks at me, and I smile; he really is a lovely guy, just not right for me.
“Eliza, about last night...” I cut him off before he even finishes.
“Blue Eyes, it was fun, but that’s all it was; fun.” He is looking at me like I have grown a third head, and I lean in to kiss him on the cheek and tell him goodbye.
Once I walk inside, I see Stefanos standing there with his arms crossed over his body, looking very pissed.
“You had to kiss him, Princess?” Ha, he was watching, the sneaky bastard.
“Just shut up and kiss me already, you ape.” I stand there waiting for him, and it doesn’t take him long; in two strides, he is standing in front of me, looking at my lips. His mouth slowly descends on mine, and he places soft kisses there. He has never kissed me like this before; I’m not sure if it’s because he thinks I’m broken or because he cares for me. His hands slowly make their way to my ass and squeeze. I smile through the light kisses, and just as he is about to enter my mouth, he murmurs on my lips. “Mine.” I open my mouth and let his hot tongue devour me.
He kisses me for breath, he kisses me for life, and he kisses me for my soul. This is not our usual kiss. This is laced with more, oh so much more.
He slowly pulls away and our noses stay touching; he opens his eyes and looks at me. There is something in those big, brown eyes that speaks to me; it’s like a window to his soul, and if you’re lucky enough, you can see.
I think back to why I even went for Chase, and I think it’s because he still found me beautiful. Although, Stefanos still wanted me when I was destroyed, and he was willing to help me put myself back together, even if it wasn’t done my way.
We finally separate, and he leads me to the kitchen. I see my father standing there smiling, and I look over to see Stefanos watching me. I have my father’s approval, and that makes me happy.
“Krinos, you have a box delivered to the front door,” one of my father’s goons tell me, and I head over to open it; I find my knife and a letter.
Just because he wouldn’t let me play with you doesn’t mean I won’t, Bitch.
I stare at the letter, trying to work out who it is, then Stefanos pulls it from my grasp and reads it. He starts seething, crumples it up and throws it. That’s when it clicks; I know who it is. Druggy.
“Who sent this, Princess?” I can tell he is ready to rip someone to shreds, and I don’t answer; he might have gotten the main person I wanted, but I will get him.
“Krinos, if you know, you have to tell us.” I look up at my father and shake my head. I will not tell them; he is mine.
Stefanos storms off, obviously pissed at the situation or me; whichever one, I don’t care right now.
“Krinos, we have business to attend to tonight.” I look up at him and realize he won’t push me; I smile at that and ask him what business.
“We’re hosting a party for buyers to try the product tonight.”
“Is that smart, Father? It’s still in trial.”
“Yes, it is. I have had it on the streets for a month now, and it’s selling better than anything we have distributed before.” I’m about to excuse myself when I remember the driver, Paul.
“Father, what of Paul?” He looks me in the eyes and smiles a deadly smile.
“Baby girl, he is in the basement, exactly where I left him.” I clap my hands together like a schoolgirl and bounce off downstairs.
As soon as I reach the bottom, I flick the light on and look around; I can see him. He is tied down to a chair, which I think is lucky. The bastard should be tied up like I was.
I watch as his eyes look up to see me, and he looks shocked; he must have thought I was dead. I see hope flair in his eyes; little does he know he will receive his own punishment from me.
I walk around the chair and look at him; he looks like he had the crap beaten out of him. He doesn’t look like he has suffered enough compared to what I was put through, though.
He goes to speak, and I place a finger on his lips to silence him. He looks stunned at first and lets his head drop to his chest. He looks broken and weak, and I wonder how long he has been here.
I also wonder how come I’m only finding out now that he was here; if I would have known earlier, I would have done something about it.
I reach into my garter where I placed my knife and pull it out; he watches me do this and shakes his head no. I contemplate not stabbing him and go to turn away, but then think ‘fuck it’ and
slam my knife straight in his leg.
His screams echo through the basement. He won’t look at me, he just stares straight down at his leg.
“Paul, tell me now where the druggy is, and I’ll go easy on you.” He starts whimpering, and I’m getting fed up with waiting. He sees me bring the knife up and shakes his head no.
“Ok, ok. He hangs at Lust. Please, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. He was only meant to scare you,” he pleads through ragged breaths.
“And you thought that was ok? You wouldn’t have set up my father like that, but you thought you could do that to ME?! Silly little boy.” I bring my knife down and stab him in the other leg, twisting it for good measure.
Just then I hear the basement door shut and footsteps; I look up to see Stefanos walking down. He looks at me then at Paul, pulls his gun out and shoots him point-blank.
“You aren’t going alone.” Simple. A statement. He informs me.
“I will be doing this alone, and so help me, if you fuck this up for me again, Stefanos, the next place my knife will be going is into your balls.”
I walk out of the basement, head straight to my room and lock my door. I go to my closet and pull out the skimpiest dress I own, braid my hair to the side and apply heavy black eyeliner and mascara. I put on some fuck-me boots to match my black dress, tuck my gun into my shoes and walk out.
Stefanos is waiting for me at my door, and when he sees what I am wearing, I watch as he takes me in. He starts at my face, and his eyes devour me from top to bottom.
“I’m going with you.” I don’t bother answering; I just take off to the closest car I can find, and Stefanos jumps in the passenger seat.
When we arrive, it’s dark and the music is pumping. I fit right in with a lot of the women here, all dressed like skanks. I look around for Druggy and spot him in the VIP area; he doesn’t notice me at first, not until I’m standing in front of him.
I wait as his eyes take me in and watch as recognition flashes in them. He jumps from his seat and goes to grab for a weapon. I stop him in his tracks and point my gun to his crotch.
“Follow me, and you won’t lose your little friend tonight.” He looks like he wants to argue with me until Stefanos walks up behind me and wraps an arm around my waist. He reluctantly agrees and follows us outside. I make him walk in front of us, and I pop the trunk of my car and tell him to get in.
“Fuck off, I ain’t getting in there.” He is a fool; I look up at him, smile and lower my gun. He takes that as his opportunity to run, and just as he takes his third step, I shoot him in his leg he falls like the piece of shit he is.
“You crazy fucking bitch, I knew I should have gutted you. But no, Christian wanted to play,” he says with an evil laugh. Stefanos walks up to him, kicks him in the ribs and drags him to the boot, throwing him in. I can still hear him screaming and calling me names from the boot.
“I can kill him, Princess; you don’t have to be involved.” I look up at him and shake my head no; he is not having this one, as well.
“No, Stefanos, you are not to help.” I’m just about to the car when the banging in the boot gets louder. I need to shut this fucker up; I have a party to attend to. I walk back to the boot of the car and pop it open, watching as he tries to escape a second time. I shoot him again in his thigh.
“You best be keeping the noise down. Otherwise, I won’t get a chance to play, because you will bleed to death.” I slam the boot back down and hop back to the car where I see Stefanos smiling at me.
“What?” I ask, looking at this fine Greek God who has my emotions all over the shop.
“You; it’s just you,” he says, like I am meant to understand a word of that.
“Ok, lover boy, we have a party to attend.” He shakes his head and drives back to the mansion, smirking.
Once we pull up, Stefanos places his hand on my thigh, and I turn around to face him
“You’re going to behave tonight, aren’t you, Princess? No fucking anyone else.”
“What if I want to?” I say, teasing him. His hand slides up my dress to my exposed pussy—I’m not wearing underwear—and once he reaches it, he smiles. I spread my legs a little further apart; he pinches me on my clit and leans down so his hot breath is on my ear. “I repeat: you will behave.” I scoff at him and climb out of the car before he has a chance to inflict more sexual pleasure on me.
Just as I reach the front door, Stefanos walks up beside me. “No touching anyone but me tonight. I haven’t had my fill for a very long time, and I am dying to be inside of that sweet—oh, so sweet—pussy that is mine.” I laugh at him and tell him to go and find a bimbo to play with, which makes him angry; he pins me to the front door like a caged animal.
“I haven’t touched anyone but you, and that won’t change.”
He has me breathing heavy, he has me wet, and he has my heart beating rapidly. Just as I’m about to say something stupid, the front door flies open, sending me falling backwards; Stefanos catches me just in time.
“I’ll always catch you before you fall, Princess.” Bastard and his smooth-ass lines. I shake myself free of him and head into the party to meet with Father.
I spot him in a large group of men, obviously talking business. He sees me coming and holds his hand out. I graciously take it and lean in to hug him; when I look up, I see all the men he was talking to stop and look at me. I see an older man, who looks to be Italian, staring at me and smiling; he has two younger men around my age or older standing on either side of him. There is also an African-American man standing there, smiling sickly, and he gives me the creeps straight-up by the way he’s looking at me. I would like to stab him in the eyes with my knife.
“Krinos, this is Roberto.” My father introduces me to the Italian man, and I instantly recognize his name from being the head honcho in the Mafia. He smiles graciously at me, and I instantly like him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Krinos. I cannot wait to be doing business with you instead of this old man,” he jokes to my father; my father smiles at me and shakes his head at Roberto. I look to the right of him and see the other man’s beady eyes taking me in. That’s when Stefanos walks over and grabs my waist possessively; I watch as Roberto looks down and smiles.
“Oh, Stefanos, I think she may be a bit out of your league there. Krinos isn’t a blonde, and she has an attitude and more than likely can kick your ass.” I look up at Roberto; he winks at me, and I crack up laughing. Stefanos tightens his hold on me, and I break free from his grasp and stand near Roberto.
“Pretty lady, let’s go take a seat and chat.” Roberto offers me his arm, and I take it. When I turn back around, I see my father smiling and Stefanos wearing a scowl.
We take a seat outside around the pool area and grab champagne on our way out.
“So, tell me, Krinos. Are you planning on taking over all your father’s deals when you take over?”
“Just depends what they are, Roberto. If it benefits me and my business then of course I will,” I say and take a sip of my alcohol.
“I like you, Krinos, I do, and I have a lot of respect for your father. He is the only man who scares me and, believe me, a man like me isn’t scared much. I’m willing to make you the same deal I offered your father.” I nod my head in a sign I’m listening and let him continue. “You continue to distribute to me at the lowest price than anyone else, and I will give you all the protection you need; you know I supply all your father’s protection. Actually, I think your own security detail was once one of mine.” I look up at him and glance to Rock, standing at the doorway doing his job, and see him talking to Roberto’s men.
“You are going to have to offer me more than that, Roberto. I like you too, though; I know you can offer more.” He looks at me and smiles.
“You are your father’s daughter; I will supply you and your men all the guns you need.” I knew he had a similar deal with my father, as he is where my father got my gun from. I know he was testing me to see how easy of a pushove
r I would be, and he was glad I didn’t bow down to his demands. He smiled graciously at me. Roberto calls over one of his sons, and I look at him. He is very attractive and has all the dark features an Italian man is meant to have, except he has a softness in his eyes I can see when he smiles at me. I stand up and introduce myself, and he places a kiss on my cheek.
“You know, you should date my son, Krinos; we could build an empire.” I laugh at him and turn around to see Stefanos death-staring Roberto’s son. Roberto sees it and smiles. “Son, you might want to remove your hand from this young lady before you find a bullet between your eyes.” I take a seat next to Roberto again, and he grabs hold of my hand and talks to me.
“I don’t know what you have done to that man, but he is more dangerous now than ever before. And believe me, he was dangerous,” he says, nodding toward Stefanos. “Why do you think your father put so must trust in him? He is deadly and now he is that much more.”
Roberto lets go of my hand just as Stefanos reaches us; I look up at him and try to remember what my father used to say when he talked about him. I remember him saying his hands are lethal, and I know that, just in a different way, of course. I remember how my father used to brag about him, about how, if he had Stefanos, nothing would get in his way again. I didn’t quite understand back then what he was talking about, but I have seen him kill before, and he does it like it’s natural to him. I realize then I don’t know much about this man who claims me as his.
He sees my brain-working overload and leans down to place a soft kiss to my cheek. I look him in the eyes. “If you want me, I need to know you.”
He nods his head and leads me up to my room past all our guests. As he walks, I watch as people make way for him, and if they see him coming, automatically move out of his way. He has a lot of respect in this room, almost—or close enough to—what my father does.
And I wonder how he got it.
