Take Over Series

by Smith, T. L

  “You don’t know me… but you’ve met my father.” He looks me in the eyes. I try to think of who he looks like, but nothing comes to mind. He notes my confusion and tells me who his father is.

  I know, I now have to kill this beautiful man, who is the spawn to the devil.

  “Alberto.”

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  Kratos

  Take Over Series

  Book Three

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  Kratos

  Definition: dominion, strength, power; a mighty deed.

  Dedication

  To all you haters that leave one star reviews,

  May you leave one star again… Happy reading.

  Damianos Meaning

  DAMIANOS (Δαμιανός): Greek name derived from the element daman, meaning "to tame, to subdue" and euphemistically "to kill."

  Related to Damon.

  You think you know me…. You think you know who I am… So, let's get a few things straight…. I don’t get involved in relationships. Relationships are for the weak, plus it’s leverage for your enemies, of which I have plenty.

  But, that’s all changed. When a strong willed woman, with the mouth of a sailor walked into my life, wearing nothing, but tiny shorts displaying her beautiful long legs and round ass, I thought I could play with her and maybe get my fix. But, when she spoke, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. She’s full of life and one scary ass little woman. I knew right away I had to have her and I would do anything to keep her.

  She owns my soul. She owns my demons. She owns every single part of me.

  Before I met Krinos I wasn’t a man of many words. I did my work, fucked plenty of women and slept alone every night. That’s the way I liked it. I didn’t need a clingy, bitchy woman in my life trying to rule me and telling me what to do.

  My life is not suitable for a woman. I deal in drugs, guns and other things that should not be mentioned. I’ve had my fair share of women thinking they could change me after one night, but obviously they don’t know me. They only wanted the power and orgasms I could give them. You see, my mouth alone would make you scream, and I promise you would never think of another man for the rest of your life. I’m, just that good.

  Women don’t seem to understand, that just because we find you good looking and pick you up at a bar, doesn’t mean you are going to get any more than the best fucking night of your life.

  And then I met Krinos…. Well, how do I describe a

  woman with the mouth of gangsta and the body of a model, but the fist of a boxer. I still don’t think I could describe her appropriately to this day. She made me want that sappy lovey shit and she made me want her without even doing anything. She has just consumed me….

  She fought me on it, but I knew I would have her, consume her, and keep her soul for the rest of our lives, as she has mine.

  Stefanos

  * To - all you fine ass women out there reading this. *

  Okay, Princesses, let’s go back shall we... let me take you back to how I met my fucking spitfire, and then let’s pick up from where my Princess got kidnapped.

  The first three chapters are for you to understand where a fucked up fella like myself came from and then we take up where the story left off. So, who’s ready for some fucked up shit?

  This story is for all you gorgeous women out there. May you all meet your own, fucked up knight in shining armor, one day.

  Eighteen Years Old

  I am free, finally fucking free from that awful fucking system. They think they do well and they think they are good, but they are only in it for the fucking money. No bastard in there ever treated us, or even looked at us, as if we were more than a paycheck they could cash. Cassandra was still there and I had to be stable to get her out. She’s been too quiet for a girl her age, she should be out having fun, but instead she’s hiding from men, because of what our sick ass father did to her. If I hadn’t killed him when we were younger, I would do it again, no questions asked. So, that was the first thing on my list, to find me a fucking job that paid me enough. But that was proving harder and harder by the day. I had nowhere to sleep. I had no money to even feed myself, let alone my little sister. I didn’t know what the fuck to do anymore. I tried the honest route and no one wanted to hire a kid with no address. So, that led me to drugs. I wasn’t a fan of them, fuck I hated them. But the money they brought in was at least starting to feed me.

  My dealer though, was a fuckhead to say the least and he used me as muscle. When someone didn’t pay up, I would go and pay them a visit and beat them until they were black and blue. I never felt sorry for doing it either. If, they were stupid enough to be taking drugs they deserved it. I would sell on occasions on the side of the street to local gangs and pretty boys looking for their next hit, though I never did it often, I was his prize possession. Lenny was a short, fat man that had too much money for my liking, and a temper to hit women. I never approved of it, but I also never got involved. I was there doing this fucked up job for one reason, and one reason only and that was to get my sister out of that fucked up system.

  One night, though Lenny fucked me over, and almost got me killed. I walked into a parking lot to meet up with one of his suppliers. He told me if I didn’t get the goods at the price he asked for I was to shoot the bastard in the leg. So, that’s what I did, with no hesitation. The guy told me no, so I automatically reached for my gun and shot him in the fucking leg. I was too fast with my gun, because he never even saw it coming. Then he yelped like a bitch and I stood there with no emotion, just waiting for my answer, so I could go back and get paid.

  As I stood there for a good minute listening to this guy scream out bloody murder, I watched as all the men surrounding him pulled their guns up and aimed them directly at me. This should have been a time when I should’ve been scared, fuck even begged for my life like any normal, sane person would do, but I’m not fucking normal, I’m the fucking devil in disguise. Death doesn’t scare me, but it should be scared of me. There was only one thing I feared and that was not being there for my sister, other than that, the world can go fuck itself for all I care.

  I heard all their guns load ready to fire at the same time. A car door slammed shut from behind the man screaming in agony. I didn’t look; there was no point in looking. I just kept my face straight and was prepared for it to be over.

  “Boy, you have some fucking nerve,” I heard a man speak in Greek. I looked at him and automatically liked him. I had no idea why, but something about this man seemed refreshing even honest.

  “Nerve has nothing to do with it,” I told him, speaking back in Greek. He looked stunned at first, like he didn’t realize he even spoke to me in a different language and expected a reply. I watched as his lip curved up in a sinister smile and nodded his head at me.

  “How old are you Son?” he asked, walking closer to me. My first thought was that he was fucking stupid. I could shoot this man right between the eyes before he could even blink. He must have heard my thoughts by the way he looked down at the gun still in my hand at the side of my body. It didn’t bother him though, and he looked back up at me waiting for my reply.

  “Eighteen,” I simply said, as I didn’t think that was a problem.

  “You go and tell Lenny, if he thinks he can piss me off he’s fucking delusional. I will cut that bastard up before he can even reach for his gun. And as for you, I have a job opening now,” he said and looked behind him to the man still screaming like a banshee jumping up and down. He smiled and faced me again.

  “You have a house, boy?” I shook my head no, but kept my head up high.

  “You do as I say and meet me at this address.” He handed me a card and waved his men to retreat. I was stunned into silence. Some fuck
ing random had just offered me a job. After the cars had left I looked at the card and noticed that written on it was ‘Contos Financial’. I shook my head as there was no way I could work for something like that and put the card back into my pocket and headed back to see Lenny.

  Lenny was pissed to say the least and he was throwing things at me screaming like the fat pig he was. I took one look at him and shrugged my shoulders and walked out. Just as I was out the door, two of his other men stopped me in my tracks. I looked back to a still screaming Lenny and noticed that he was giving them orders to fuck me up. I didn’t think before I acted. I automatically punched the man to my right, straight in his face, grabbed his hair and brought his face down to meet my knee. He dropped to the floor like the sack of shit he was. I saw the man to my left pull his gun from his pocket, just as I was standing up straight. I punched that fucker straight in his gut and watched as he dropped. I didn’t look back as I left. I just walked straight to the shitty trailer park, I called home and went to sleep.

  I woke up to a punch to my jaw and my hands being held down. I opened my eyes and looked around to see Lenny and his men tearing up my trailer.

  “You don’t fuck with me, Stefanos,” Lenny told me,

  then nodded to one of his men. I looked over at the asshole that he had nodded to, and watched as he lit a cigarette and then brought it down to my stomach. I didn’t scream like they thought I would. I smiled at that fucker, remembering his face, because payback is a bitch. Lenny looked at me and tapped his man on the shoulder before retreating out the door. Two of his other men were now holding me down and pinning me with all of their weight. I don’t remember much of what happened next because I passed out from the jabs to my head.

  I woke again cold and sore. I went to stand up and winced from the pain in my head and in my ribs. Ignoring the pain I climbed into the shower and watched as all the blood washed down the drain. When I was finally dressed I grabbed the pants I had on yesterday and took out the card that was in the pocket. I thought that I might go and pay him a visit after I paid Lenny’s men a visit first.

  I walked into Lenny’s joint and noticed that Lenny wasn’t there. I guess I would have to come back for him later. Though I did notice the two goons that thought it would be good to fuck with me yesterday. They saw me approach them and jumped from their seats looking for their guns, but of course, I didn’t give them time to find them. I shot them both, leaving them in their seats like the pieces of shit they were, and I walked out never looking back.

  Twenty-One Years Old

  To say I loved my job would be an understatement - I fucking loved it. What twenty-one year old wouldn’t be happy with making thousands of dollars a week and getting all the pussy he desired. Though, some things I do and have done are not for the faint hearted, but as you know I am not, nor will I ever be fucking faint hearted. The boss was a great man, the day I walked into his office looking black and blue with my head held high, was probably one of the best days of my life, the other was getting a home for myself and Cassandra.

  Cassandra was still broken and didn’t talk to many people, though she seemed to have a liking for the boss’s bodyguard, Matt. Matt seemed very fond of her, always sheltering her from the bad and giving her comfort when she needed it. I didn’t quite understand his or her relationship, but she seemed better with him and I was glad she found comfort in someone, even if it was a guy.

  I moved up the rankings of the business very fast and I was beginning to handle most of the deals by myself, without going back to the boss to check. He had a lot of faith in me and I intended to keep it that way. He did, after all, put a bullet between Lenny’s eyes for touching me. I’d never met anyone like him before. He treated me with respect and never made me feel less than who I was. He had, over the years, been molding me into version of him and teaching me that not all things in life are pure fucking evil.

  I remember a night when there was a gathering to attend. I liked to call them high-end pussy parties, but no one seemed to share in that joke with me. I was dressed in my usual sharp suit for the night, to which I have become accustomed to wearing. At first I thought it was a waste of time putting something so expensive on my body that it was going to get blood on it or be torn to shreds. But, I soon came to like the feel of the soft material on my skin and I felt powerful, dressed like a business man, instead of some punk from the hood that had no family and was never meant to amount to, or accomplish anything.

  As I walked into the party, I noticed the boss and Roberto talking at the bar. Roberto was head mafia, and not someone you’d want to cross. Kontos and he had been business acquaintances and friends for quite some time and seemed to have a steady business relationship. Uptown parties usually aren’t my thing unless I wanted to fuck, but Kontos insisted I go and make a show for the business. Roberto noticed me and nodded his head for me to join them. While I walked to them, I saw a cute little blonde dancing on the dance floor. She was with her friends, but her eyes were solely on me as she swayed her hips. I took one last look at her, my eyes glancing over every inch of her gorgeous body. All I could think of were the things I could make her to do me when I took her later on in the bathrooms. She smiled coyly at me, and I raised my eyebrows at her. She lifted the bottom of her dress while she was on the dance floor and continued to shake her body to the music. I planned to fuck her hard.

  “Stefanos, always the ladies man I see,” Roberto addressed me when I reached them. I smiled at him, but didn’t answer. I have respect for Roberto. He is one of the good guys, but I know that he’s not to be fucked with. He has never once looked at me like I was from the streets and he’s always given me respect.

  Just as I turned around to address the boss, a young man who was drunk and pissed walked up to Kontos with a gun in his hand. I could see it in his eyes what he planned to do. He definitely wanted revenge for something. Possibly one of his family members had become a drug addict and he was pissed and wanted someone to pay. I straightened my stance and watched the man as he raised the gun to Kontos’ head.

  “You! You fucking low life piece of scum. My family is fucked now because of your drugs,” he sneered at Kontos.

  At this point, Kontos finally turned around to address the man. He wasn’t fazed by him; Kontos isn’t fazed by anyone.

  “Young man, put the gun away and leave before you get hurt,” Kontos said, and then turned away to carry on his conversation with Roberto. Sometimes, I wondered if these two men had a death wish. They were never bothered by threats. Fuck, a man was standing less than two feet away from both of them with a loaded gun and they couldn’t have cared less.

  I watched the anger spark in his eyes when he noticed that no one was bothered by his idle threats. His hands started to shake and he was becoming trigger-happy. Before he had the chance to raise his gun I grabbed and disarmed him. First, he was startled by how fast I disarmed him, but he overcame it and raised his fist which flew straight to my face. He didn’t get close enough to hit me, but even if he wasn’t blind drunk, he still wouldn’t have had the chance. I’m fast, very fucking fast, especially with my hands.

  I dabbled in underground fighting when I first started working for Kontos, though I soon found it wasn’t my thing. Not that I ever lost. No, I won every fight I was in. It was just that, fighting didn’t give me the same satisfaction I got from working for Kontos. You see, I may look like an angel on the outside, but on the inside I am your fucking worst nightmare, especially when you fuck with me. I won’t just punch you or hurt you; I will make you scream ‘till you can’t scream anymore. Then when you think you’ve had enough, I will do it all over again, just to satisfy my needs. Though the bastards, I do torture usually fucking deserve it.

  I caught his fist mid air and squeezed ‘till I heard him whimper from the pain. He looked up at me and into my eyes and then bowed his head. I released his hand and stepped closer, so only he could hear.

  “If you wanna keep your life and that of your families, I suggest I
never see your face again. And if I do, I will kill all those dear to you, while you are tied to your chair, so you can watch, and then finally I will finish with you.” I stood and straighten my shirt and then turned my attention back to Roberto and Kontos. Kontos smiled at me, and Roberto shook his head smiling.

  “I don’t know where you found him, but I seriously need, one just like him,” I heard Roberto say. I ignored them and went to find myself a fuck to tie me over.

  I had her bent over the toilet, with her dress over her head and her ass in the air. She was screaming for me to give her, her climax. I considered it, but then thought I was not there to please her. I went there to get myself off only. I removed my hand from her clit and placed both hands on her hips. I slammed into her again and again finding my release. Once I pulled out of her and discarded the condom, she stood up and pulled her dress down.

  She turned around to face me, and smiled. “Can we do this again?” she asked, as she stepped into my personal space. They always want more, either their husbands or their boyfriends haven’t been doing it right and once they get someone that can bring them to that brink, they don’t want to let it go.

  “Don’t think so,” I answered while I tucked myself back in. I walked out of the ladies room and I noticed a few of the ladies' eyes on me as I left. I just smirked at them and kept walking. You see, I have never fucked someone more than once, I don’t need their pussy again when there are so many more out there to try. Plus, they’re all clingy bitches wanting more. I tried it once, and the only way I got her to leave me the fuck alone was to fuck her sister in front of her. Yep, you can say it - I am a fucking bastard. But hey, let's be honest, they only wanted one thing from me, so why expect anything more.