Take Over Series

by Smith, T. L

  As soon as my father leaves, Detective Blue Eyes walks back in the door. He comes over, takes the seat he was occupying before, sits down and looks at me. He doesn’t speak straight away, just looks; it’s kind of making me nervous, which is something I hardly ever am.

  “Eliza, I’m Detective Chase; but please, just call me Chase.” I nod at him, and he brings out a notepad.

  “I have to ask you some questions; anything you can remember will be great,” he says, looking at me with those eyes. It makes me want to tell him the truth, though I know I won’t.

  “Do you know who held you hostage?” I shake my head no, and he moves straight on to the next.

  “What where you doing before you got taken?”

  “I was meeting friends for lunch. Someone knocked me on the back of the head, and that’s all I remember.” He looks at me like he doesn’t believe me, and I don’t blame him.

  He goes on asking me questions about times and dates, where I exactly was, and if I knew anyone who would want to hurt to me. I shake my head no at the question, and he gets up to leave.

  “I know who you are, Krinos, and even though I don’t believe your story, I do truly hope you get better.” He walks over to me, leaves his card on my bed and walks to the door. Just as he reaches it, he stops and turns around. I can see he wants to say something else,

  though he chooses not to and walks out.

  Not long after Chase leaves, a nurse comes into my room. She smiles sweetly at me and tells me she is here to change my dressings. She sits me up, and I have my first glance of my front area with the robe off; I want to ask her to cover me back up. I have stitches everywhere: my stomach, my legs and I also have some around my right breast. As she is cleaning my breast, she gives me a sympathetic look, and that pisses me off; I don’t need anyone’s sympathy or remorse. These scars will remind me every day what I must do to survive, and I will survive.

  I lay in my hospital bed that night, planning my revenge; I plan to cut his penis off first. Then stab him in all his major organs and watch as he bleeds out at my feet. I may have said I haven’t wanted to kill someone, but this man will die by my hands. As for Druggy, I will inflict the same treatment on him, as well.

  I spend two days in the hospital, and that whole time, I haven’t seen Stefanos once; I haven’t asked about him, either. Chase has come to visit me twice, though, seeing if he can receive any more info from me; he has had no luck. On the second day, he comes in with lunch for me. I smile at him, and we eat in silence.

  “I know you’re getting discharged today, but please call me if you need me, Eliza,” he tells me, standing up to leave. I nod my head at him and watch as he leaves. He opens the door to go, and Stefanos is standing there--in a suit, I might add--looking mighty fine. I see Chase look from me then back to Stefanos, and he asks me a question while facing him.

  “Do you need me to stay, Eliza?” he says to Stefanos though speaking to me. I watch as Stefanos’ eyes flick to me then back to the detective.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Stefanos asks him, standing tall and pissed off.

  “Detective Chase, and who might you be?”

  “None of your fucking business now leave.” Chase looks back to me, and I nod my head to say it will be fine. He turns back to leave and barges through Stefanos on his way out.

  “Princess, you ready to come home?” The cheek of him! Stupid, fucking arrogant bastard.

  “Yes, but not with you, cocksucker.” I cross my hands over my chest and watch as he smirks at me.

  “You know I love the dirty talk, but it is time to get you home.” He walks over, grabs my bag and throws my stuff in it, then pulls out a maxi dress for me and starts to undo my robe. I freeze when his hands are on my back and push him away. I may be comfortable seeing the scars now, but other people wouldn’t be, and I don’t want anyone to see them.

  “I can dress myself. Leave,” I tell him, still holding my robe up. He steps back and looks at me. He wants to argue with me, I can see it in his eyes, but I don’t allow him and point toward the door. He gets the hint and walks out, slamming the door.

  I get myself out of bed and drop my gown; I look in the mirror and see all the scars over my body. It makes me so mad to see them, to know someone took advantage of me in such a way and is still breathing.

  Once I’m dressed and in my maxi dress, I walk out to see Stefanos leaning against the door, waiting for me. I slowly look up to meet his eyes and see them on me; I look away quickly and make my way to leave.

  “Are you going to ignore me, Princess?” he asks when we are almost home. I look at him then turn my head back to the window.

  I arrive home and make a beeline for the front door. Stefanos catches me around the waist, and one of his hands is on my stomach where my scar is. I elbow him in the ribs, and once he lets go, I take off.

  Once I’m in my room, locked away from all things Stefanos, I lie down on my bed and breathe a sigh of relief. It feels good to be home, but I really need to get out and keep my mind occupied.

  My father comes in once he knows I’m home and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. He looks up at me with sympathy, and I sit up so I can see him better and show him I’m fine.

  “Krinos, I have to fly away for a week. Matt is back and he will be with you twenty-four hours.” I nod my head and ask him something that has been playing in my mind.

  “Have you heard from or seen Christian?” He looks up at me and stares straight into my eyes. “Do you want to know about him?” I nod my head yes.

  “Stefanos found him in one of his strip clubs. He tortured him, blew his dick off then decapitated him for what he did to you.”

  “Why would you let him do that? Didn’t you think I wanted my own revenge on that bastard?!” I am seething at them; who the fuck do they think they are?!

  “We did what was right for you; we were only thinking of you, Krinos. And with that cop hanging around and him being the one who found you, it is better that his death happened while you had an alibi.” I nod my head at him, though I want to rip them all a new one for taking matters into their own hands.

  “There is a large shipment of pills coming at the end of the week. I need you to keep an eye on them when they come.” He gets up to leave and walks out the door. I see Stefanos walk in straight after him; he must have been waiting for him to finish. I death-stare him and plonk myself back on the bed to keep myself from attacking him.

  “Stop fucking being pissed at me, Princess; it’s getting old.” He’s being sassy, standing at the door, looking me up and down. I immediately want to cover myself up because he is a God, and I’m a broken girl.

  “Fuck you, you stupid piece of shit. Get the fuck out of my room; I don’t want to see your face again.” He looks at me then slams the door shut on his way out.

  It has been the most boring week imaginable; I have done nothing but lie in bed and go out back and shoot. Rock has been good and even spoke to me; though it wasn’t much, it is still a start. The shipment of pills came yesterday, and they are loaded in the back house ready for distribution. I have never been one to do drugs, as silly as that sounds; I have seen too many drugged fucks who lose everything just for another hit. I’ve decided tonight, since its Friday night, I’m going to have some drinks and let loose. My father and Stefanos aren’t due back until tomorrow, so it’s my escape time before they return.

  We pull up to a club I have been to once before. Rock is with me and knows the bouncer, so we skip the line. I look down at what I’m wearing and hope I fit in; I have on black skinny-jeans with a hot-red top and heels. All my scars are covered, so I know no one will be looking at them. As soon as we walk in, I head straight toward the bar and order a bottle of champagne. Rock raises his eyebrows at me, and I shrug my shoulders, taking the bottle and glass to a seat in one of the VIP areas. I’m halfway through the bottle, and I offer Rock some; he shakes his head at me, and I go back to finish the rest.

  I’m bored and don’t even kno
w why I decided to come out tonight; I don’t like to dance, though I will if I’m drunk. I hate crowded places, and now I’m thinking I should call it a night. I tell Rock I’m going to the ladies, and he waits there for me.

  I walk out of the ladies and bump into a blonde, blue-eyed girl. She looks familiar and is quite gorgeous. She smiles graciously down at me and apologizes, and I apologize, as well. Just when I go to pass her, I see the guy she is with; I take a step back and plan my escape from Chase.

  “Eliza, nice to see you.” I look up at him, smile and try for my escape. I know I’m drunk and shouldn’t be in his presence, as I have a big mouth. Just as I’m about to leave, he asks if they can join me. I look up to see whom he is talking about and spot another blue-eyed beauty; she looks exactly like the other girl. I shake my head and tell myself I’m seeing double from the alcohol when Chase confirms who they are.

  “Eliza, these are my twin sisters. They have just turned twenty-one, and I’m the sober driver for them tonight. This is Kristin and Kristine.” I laugh out loud at their names and tell them to follow me.

  We arrive to the table with Rock, and he raises his eyebrows at me. Blue Eyes looks up at him then back to me.

  “Rock, meet Blue Eyes. Blue Eyes, meet Rock.”

  Rock shakes his head at me, and Blue Eyes introduces himself with his actual name and his sisters. His sister, whoever is the one in the black dress, starts up a conversation with me. I nod my head when I am meant to then, when no one is looking; she pulls something out and offers me one. I notice it straight away: it’s one of our white pills and has a symbol of a lily on it. My father has branched out from speed and has gone to something new: coke pressed into the form of a pill. They are still trialing the effects, but so far, we have a large demand for them.

  “Do you want one? My sister doesn’t like them, but I have tried them once, and it was a total trip.” I look up at her and contemplate it; I have done speed before but have not tried these new pills. I’m also wondering where she got them.

  Twenty minutes later, I have taken a pill, and I can feel it already; I’m fucking high as a kite. I feel great! I wanna tell everyone how much I love them, I wanna dance, I wanna fuck; fuck, I wanna do it all NOW!

  I’ve now run off with Kristin or Kristine; fuck, I have no idea which one, they both look alike. We have managed to make it outside before Chase caught up with us.

  “Come on, girls, time to take you home,” he tells us. I strut up to him, all confident, and lick up the side of his face. “You can take me home, if you promise to do bad things to me,” I murmur in his ear; he laughs at me and pulls me back so I’m not leaning on him. My hand reaches out and goes for his pants to feel his package, and I feel it getting hard beneath me.

  “Just take me to your car and have your fucking

  way with me, NOW!” I growl in his ear. He looks like he is contemplating it and shakes his head. Rock walks out and gives me his best stern look and SPEAKS! “Home. Now,” he says, and I run around and jump on his back for him to take me home. I wave goodbye to the girls, blow Blue Eyes a kiss and tell him to call me for some fun.

  Rock piggybacks me all the way to car then slowly places me in it. “Rock, why is Stefanos such a hot, scrumptious egotistical prick? I mean, come on, why kill someone who you obviously knew I wanted to kill… Fucking hot wanker.” I cross my arms over my shoulders to get the point across.

  Once Rock has escorted me inside and locked the doors, I’m bored, full of energy and don’t know what to do; what do I do? Hmmm, might call Stefanos.

  “Hey, cocksucker, what you doing?” I ask, jumping up and down on my bed.

  “Princess, why are you calling me at four in the morning? Actually, why are you up?” I can hear the smile in his voice when he is talking. I hear him excuse himself to some people and wonder what he is doing.

  “Where are you”?

  “I’m at a meeting with your father at a strip club, why?” I can tell he has gone somewhere quieter, as there isn’t much noise there anymore.

  “Are you fucking one of them?” Fuck, why did I call him? It’s ruining my good mood. I hang up in his ear.

  After my not-so-good phone call to Greek God, I’m wondering what the hell I can do. I’m not hungry, and I have so much energy, I don’t know what to do with it. Just as I’m about to get into the shower, I hear my phone ring, I look at it, don’t recognize the number and contemplate not answering it. I decide to answer it, cause let’s face this shit, I’m fucking bored.

  “Yellow.”

  “Eliza?” Oh, shit! Hottie Blue Eyes is on my mother-fuckin phone, wahoo!

  “Yes, Blue Eyes, how can I be of service to you? If you know what I mean?” I add with a wink, just because I fucking can.

  “I just wanted to make sure you got home all right. I just dropped the girls off and wanted to check on you.” Oh, how fucking sweet.

  “Well, actually, I think someone just broke in; can you come check?” I say, whispering to get my point

  across.

  “Are you serious right now, Eliza? Call the police, I’m on my way.” He hangs up on me, and I fall back on my bed, laughing.

  I sneak out away from Rock’s beady eyes and make my way out front for when Blue Eyes comes here. I hear his car come flying around before I see him; he sees me standing there and slows down. I watch as he pulls his car up in front of the house and gets out.

  “You were lying,” he says to himself. I choose not to respond, walk up to him and plant myself on his front.

  “I have an itch, can you scratch it for me?” He looks down at me like he doesn’t understand what I’m saying, and I take his hand and put it down the front of my pants. He pulls it back up so fast, I laugh.

  “We can’t do this, Eliza.” Again, he’s saying it to himself, trying to convince his own mind and body. I ignore his warning and start undoing his pants. I can see he wants to stop me but doesn’t, and I place my hand on his very-erect penis and start massaging it. He picks me up, carries me to his car and lowers us down in the back seat, slamming the door shut.

  “Make me feel good, Blue Eyes. Make me feel beautiful,” I murmur on his lips. He pulls me back and looks me in the eyes.

  “You are beautiful; I knew that from the moment I set eyes on you, fighting for your life.” I shudder at that; the last thing I need is a reminder of that day. He looks at my expression and starts kissing my lips and down my neck. I arch for him and straddle his already-exposed cock. I changed when I got home and now am in a loose pair of pajama pants with no underwear on. I feel his hand go to my pussy and play; it’s only making me more and more horny, and I want the feel of his cock inside me. I push his hand away, center myself over his already-hard cock and bring myself down on him slowly. I watch his mouth gape open and slam my mouth down on him; I ride him and ride him hard. I’m pulling at his hair, and he is trying to reach for my breasts, but I won’t let him; he gets the drift and starts sucking on my neck.

  Once he has come, I feel him shudder, but I’m not done yet; I haven’t come, and I really want to come. I can feel he is soft, and I’m disappointed. I lift myself off him and get out of the car. I walk back to the house and close the gates behind me. I can hear him yelling out my name, and that’s when Rock comes out, looking very pissed off.

  “Inside, NOW!” he growls at me.

  “Yes, Bossy Pants. I’m going to the pool.” I see him walk to the gate; I head inside, make my way to the pool and strip down naked before jumping in.

  I lay there for ages, just floating against the water, until I see a few of my father’s goons standing at the door, watching me. I didn’t even realize the sun had come up; I have been in my own world and haven’t escaped it till now.

  I watch as Rock comes out, sees what they are looking at and smacks them in the back of the head; they all look one more time before retreating. I look back at Rock and see him throw a towel out and retreat inside.

  I lay there until I’m shriveled and tired before I g
et

  out of the pool, wrap the towel around myself and make my way inside. I watch as the goons look me up and down; Rock shakes his head and points upstairs for me to retreat. I’m too tired to argue, so I take off and shake my ass for good measure.

  I wake to the sound of arguing, and my door being flung open. I know I’m lying there naked, and I don’t give a fuck. I give whoever it is the finger and turn around, but they are resilient.

  “Princess, what did you take?” Fuck him and his sexy-ass voice.

  “You can fuck me anytime you want.” Fuck, I must have said that out loud. I open one eye and see him getting undressed.

  “Get out, Stefanos; I’m too tired and don’t want you near me.” He ignores me, climbs in the bed and cuddles behind my back; I drift off with his smell.

  I wake to an empty bed and sit up to look around. I know Stefanos was in here; I could still smell him on my pillows. I’m about to get up when I see him walk out of my bathroom naked. I take in his beautiful physique, and my mouth starts to water. I now realize I’m butt-ass naked when his eyes roam me, stopping on my breast where my scars are. I automatically pull the blankets up to cover myself and watch as his eyes look up to meet mine.

  “What were you doing last night, princess?” he asks, walking to me, still butt-ass naked, with no shame whatsoever.

  “Having fun; what’s it to you?” I say with attitude. He walks over and rips the blanket from my body.

  “Because I already told you, you’re mine, and you can’t escape that, Princess.” I try to pry the blanket back and have no luck, so I stand tall and look him in the eye.

  “Go fuck your perfect bimbos and leave me alone.

  You might be excellent in bed, and I may have enjoyed myself, but that doesn’t give you the right to claim me.” I storm off to the bathroom, and just as I pass him, he catches me by the arm; I swear this bastard wants a black eye.