Three months later, it is now graduation and no sign of Joss in view and it is irking me to no end that she spends the last few months ignoring me. She's been hanging with the guy at the club consuming her thoughts and controlling her somehow.
As for Krane, I've been doing my research on him. He knows I'm watching and I make it known I've been watching. Daddy getting impatient wanting him on his side or dead. I on the other hand just want him.
Joss showed up thirty minutes later flustered in her gown. I stood up to go after the son-of-a-bitch in the crowd when the announcer stops talking and whispers going around. Joss's short ass stopped me.
"No you don't go near him," she says hands holding me back. "You stay away from him and me."
That shit caught me off guard as my eye's snaps to hers.
"Oh really. What are you going to do to hurt me, Joss? Have my loving father killed, have me killed, or have yourself killed?" I mocked. "Maybe you won't talk to me? You're already doing that. Mail me my goddamn diploma!" I shouted walking out the big crowded auditorium.
I sped off to a bar in this stupid tight ass black dress. I hate feeling this way so I'm going to drown it out. I'm getting drunk tonight and the night after and the following nights. An eighteen-year-old getting drunk at a bar of consented adults. Well, they don't have a choice in me drinking. My ID says differently. I practically own this community anyway. They fear me and wand wants to be me. I was a walking hazard and no matter how drunk I am I still know how to kill a man precisely. I'm trained in many states of mind to kill and mark my target.
"Wah di fuck happ'n today," I heard in my ear.
Of course, daddy was close by trying his best to dictate my life.
"Not going after my target. Mi kinda busy now. Celebrating mi graduation u neva attend," I downed my long island.
"Don't fi get yuh replaceable," he says.
I looked him dead in his brown soulless eyes and answered, "Well, replace me then."
I got up strutting out the bar to find a better spot because this good for nothing man done to ruin my day. I went to the place I'm less wanted sitting buy the bar sipping my gin and boy that shit smooth going down.
Bored and tired of mister-too-much-cologne in my ear talking I stood up and join the crowd and begin to move my waist letting the rhythm takes over. Gosh, I will rather be a freelance hitman or a killing vigilante than my father's puppet.
I got lost in the wave when I felt solid hands on my waist and my eyes snap open as I grab a small wrist. Staring down at a pair of emerald eyes coffee-colored skin. she's in a way too exposing dress that just haunts your imagination knows she will never talk to you.
"Not fucking interested," I shove her hands away from me.
"Come to the bathroom and I'll show you what this mouth does," she licks her lips and I frown at her.
I grab her hand from going near my breast and twist until it hurts and pulls her to me.
"Bitch. No means fucking no!" and I sprain her fucking wrist and she cries out as I left the dancefloor to my drink.
I don't care much for rules and I sat down almost flashing a guy from VIP that's been watching me ever since I set foot inside. I forgot I transform a tomboy to a lady so I lap my legs waiting for him to approach me.
He was rich chocolate and in a suit that screams money. He had low fade with clean dreads and I mean as if they were just relocked and those white teeth were killing me.
"Hi, Empress may I buy you a bottle of water," his warm hands seeps through my little dress.
"Why water?" I asked him smiling giving him my full attention.
"You've drunk quite a lot tonight just need you to get home safe," he says.
"Sweet," I grin brighter acting the drunk girl party. "Dance with me," I took his hand drag him to the dancefloor.
Over the sound system a song I haven't heard in years played. "Permission" by Ro James and I let him touch me wherever he wanted. Tonight I'm no one's property but mine. I rule my body and who touches me.
A hard jolt to took me back to present this rock-solid body that was not my dance partners was holding me so protectively to his chest. I looked up knowing damn well who can make my heart speeds up making me vulnerable.
"Don't fucking touch her!" He snarls confusing me.
Since when the fuck he place claims on me. I didn't know about it since he told me to get lost after finding out who I am. He cut all tied with me ignored me. He knows that something is going on between us but he chooses to fight it.
"What the fuck are you doing Krane?" I snapped at him. "Not cool. I left you alone and you're bothering me."
"You came to my fucking club for what?" he sputtered. "Leave," he shoves me.
"With pleasure," I said grabbing my dance partner arm.
I was yanked back to the front of his body chest to stomach as his nose touches mine.
"A-fucking-lone," he sounds out the word.
We are drawing attention to us.
"Don't tell me what to do," I fired back. "Did I hit a nerve that day Mr. Prime. You could have had me but you don't want me. I would have waited however long but I don't have time for games."
A familiar form in my peripheral vision had my attention. The one and only Joss and her boo Ron. I wanted to confront them but Krane drags me out the club through the back door.
The car was silent as he drove to wherever he was going. He surely not going to my home.
"Is he taking care of her at least?" I asked him without looking at her.
"You should know men like us protect ours to the end. We get rid of potential threats to the people that are dear to us," he says with a pause. "You are dangerous and your soul is dark. He's keeping you away from her and she's keeping you away from him because he will kill you and you will kill him."
"Then what are you keeping me from?" I smile looking at his beautiful face.
"Keeping you safe from your own demise," he growls and I lost my smile.
"You don't know me. I'm coming for you no matter what so be prepared when I come," I said to him blanking out. "I love a good fight."
"Do whatever you want. I'm sort of hard to kill. Stay away from my clubs," he snaps.
"Will do," I muttered. "Where are you taking me?"
"To my home," he says and I sat up curious.
"Why?" I asked. "Are you going to do naughty things to me or teach me the ways of life?"
"You drank too much for me so taking advantage of you is never in it," he says. "Fully sober is the way it would be."
I snickered.
"Drop me off here," I told him seriously.
"It's late," he says.
"I'm shaking in my heels," I said sarcastically. "I want to leave," I said deadpan now.
"Your father has something to do with you coming after me?" he says.
"I can flip this car or jump out which one?" I asked him taking off my seatbelt.
"If you are being forced to do horrible things. I can help," he says.
I stopped my movements and looked him in his gorgeous ocherous eyes and said, "No one forces me to do anything. I do what I do because I can. My father has little control over me at this moment. I went to your club because I was having a shit day and I wanted to piss you off to feel better," I shrugged looking away from him.
"Well you got the pissing me off part down pact but why do you insist on seeing me rather than to kill me?" he asked with his thick shapely eyebrows narrow.
"I don't know. I might be attracted to you or the fact that you're my next kill it gives me a rush. That always gives me a rush," I shrugged leaning back in my seat.
"Or this gives you a rush," he says surprising me.
One second, I was on the passenger side the next I was in his lap with his right hand parting my thighs the other one around my throat.
I swallow a moan as he caresses my thigh and I squirm on his lap. Before I could tell him fuck off, he's kissing me passionately and raw as he runs his palm up and down the inside of my thighs. I practically melted in his arms. He cups my small breast and I arch my back my legs automatically opens for him.
"I want you so much. It's hurting me and I haven't been this hard for centuries," he grinds on my ass.
"Not good for your good boy image in the public eyes," I said breathily. "You can only have me once, but the second time you are going to die."
"I have a solution to that," he sucks on my neck a bit painfully on the scars my neck then let go and place me back on my side of the car.
"What is your solution? Why are you so calm about this?" I asked him. "Are you the FEDS?"
Pulling my Tactical Folding black and silver Knife with chain lining around the handle and on the blade.
I believe when I use this knife it is letting a tortured soul in that person's body be free, I'm saving them from the enslavement that caused them this demise. The plus side is that I got it from an antique shop and the man told me it is a special dagger that doesn't choose any and everyone. Blah and blah. I didn't listen I just wanted the dagger because it called to me and the design is a bonus.
"Did you just pull a fucking dagger out of your hair?" he laughed surprise.
"It's not only for my heritage and pride in being black. It hides what I need to be hidden," I shrugged holding it to him.
"Daggers doesn't hurt me," he smiles shaking his head. "Okay, I have a solution that will please both of us. It's going to be crazy but listen. Since both of us are strongly and undeniably attracted to each other we should have a mutual thing between us. The twist is you have to try and kill me anytime we meet up. If you lose then you spend time with me."
What the actual fuck is he serious? He sure is. His sexy eyes were locked with my dark chocolate ones. He's really serious and I just like him just a little bit more. Trying to kill him and speeding time is brilliant.
"Every strike you must make it count and if I subdue you then you tap out and spend time with me," he clarifies.
"You're crazy, you know right?" I smile like a maniac.
"I want you and I will have you any way I can get you," he says point-blank. "But for now get back on my lap and let me feel your softness," he places me on his lap.
"What's the other catch?" I asked him.
"We don't dig into each other's past. It will be cut short if we start digging," he says seriously. "Or fall in love. Never fall in love."
"Hmm? You have something to hide?" I said curiously. "For the other thing, we'll see."
"Everyone has something to hide," he says flatly.
"I'm not hiding anything," I looked him in the eyes.
"I noticed," he pulls me into in lap. "Do you want to go home or go home with me?" he asked gruffly.
I frown not ready for what's to come if I do.
"I will not do anything unless you want me to," he kisses my neck.
"Okay," I shuddered.
He kissed my cheek and place me back in my seat and buckle me in.
We drove another five minutes before we reached a secluded area all by itself up a hill. Well then, he's old, old money rich if he lives on a hill with a ginormous gate opening. I look over to him with a raised eyebrow and curious look.
He drove up the long-ass path for a good minute to reveal a fucking palace. Well, fuck he's richer than the Amazon owner.
"I'm not even going to ask why you're so rich," I muttered.
"Nor will I ask why you enjoy what you do," he says and I laugh genuinely at that.
"Touché, handsome," I open my door before he could.
I would have flashed him my panties if he did. People were at the door dressed in butlers and maid outfit head down.
"Master Prime," the older man bows. "Miss Jessica. I am the head butler here and I am at you and our master service."
He's the only butler out front.
I looked over to Krane who shrugs with a look of annoyance on his face.
"Leo, I told you to just prepare a room, not a whole welcome committee," he says. "He's not my butler."
"Well thank you, Mr. Leo," I grin grabbing Krane's arm hurrying inside.
I heard a few gasps but pay them no mind. Oh my, why was I even invited here with this much antique shit? It makes me want to steal it as my fingers over the pretty embedded vase with two big cats on it.
"You're a collector. So am I," I told him and he laughed.
"Don't even think about," he says. "Hand it over," he says hand outstretched.
I hand the vase over but he shook his head.
"What then?" I asked and he showed his wrist. "Hmm?" I dip in my bra and hand it over to him.
His eyes went to my cleavage.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"I know you are," I tilt my head with a smirk at him.
"No teasing," he turns away rolling his neck and head down some paths to the kitchen.
"Alright. Fruits are fine for now," I bit an apple. "I need to kill you," I told him."
He glares over at me and mouthed not here. I frown at him.
"Krane what are you doing," a beautiful mocha skin girl with naturally straight hair, high cheekbones, and thick hips.
She's hot. I'm killing her. I don't share.
"Jessica meet my sister who is now leaving Ressa."
"You can't do this you know the consequences of this," she pleads with her brother. "Why did you carry a stranger home?"
"Et ne quis accedat alienigena, cara soror mea est. Mate est anima mea," he says to her in a whole other language.
"No it can't be," his sister says with sad tears.
"Um, I don't like tears make it stop," I stood up to leave tears is a weakness and that would just urge me to kill her, sick I know.
She seems like a threat.
"Jessica," I heard a growl and I turn to the source coming towards me. "She leaves you to stay."
"Mom and dad are visiting Aunties and uncles for the week," she says puffy eyes and all walking away.
"Let's go upstairs," he says.
"Oh lala," I said as he takes my hand and he laughs.
"Head out the gutter you are not ready for that yet," he says pressing an elevator button on the east wing.
I hate elevators but I tolerate the couple seconds ride to the third floor. He led me to a big double door and open it to reveal two maid heads down.
"For Pete's sake, Leo," he mumbles. "Ladies you are dismissed. Jessica is free to roam the halls as she fits whenever she is around," he says and I watch the surprise on the two women's faces before they mask it and bows and left.
"You're about to give your staff a heart attack with these surprises of me being here and doing as I please," I laughed. "I need a quick shower. I need to sober up," I told him.
He points to the right in his colossal chamber that a king would own. Is that a California king's bed? Holy shit on a stick. He's way out of my league, but hey I can buy whatever my heart desires so I'm not broke and dependable. Opening the bathroom door I almost pass out at the beautiful golden and white tile with a sexy gold jacuzzi and a massive orgasmic shower the sprays water from every angle.
This is now my favorite chill I strip off my clothes and fondly with the show switches until I get it right. I wash off quickly to sober up and get a towel to wrap myself in and walked out to find Krane already in bed hands behind his head eyes closed and he was bare chest showing off all his eight-pack glory. I guess he misses me for him to come up with this arrangement that's going to fall. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
"Can you stop staring," he says.
"Then stop showing," I said climbing on the other side of the bed. "This big ass bed do you really need this much room."
"What you want to snuggle with me?" he says eyes still close.
I crawl my way to him and answered, "Yes."
His body tense when his beautiful sunset eyes met mine with longing. His eyes were on my exposed shoulder and slightly exposed breast.
He sat up quickly making me dress back. He walked over to his draws and hand me a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.
I guess he's not feeling the towel.
"Clothes baby not you naked and exposed like that," he says lying back down when I got dressed in front of him.
He took in my nakedness but close his eyes as if it were too much.
"I love your confidence sweets but do not disrobe in front of me unless you want me to fuck you," he says.
"It's just skin, breast, and ass," I muttered lying down beside him but not touching him.
"But it all belongs to you," he mutters pulling me to his chest engulfing me with his warmness.
I oddly felt safe with him holding me ever so tightly and protectively. No one held me like this before it is satisfying.