Knight: Over The Edge Part 6

"Did you know?"

I ask him my, anger clear.

"Know what man?"

Drew looks confused. I am guessing he didn't.

"Your b.i.t.c.h of a sister snuck out on me in the middle of the night," I tell him "What the f.u.c.k man?"

Drew begins reaching in his pocket for his phone. Once he has it in his hand he begins to send out a text I a.s.sume to Kat.

"Whatever dude, tell her not to bother coming back... ever."

I close myself in my office.

The last time I felt this type of loss was when my mom was killed in front of me years ago. At fourteen it left a lasting impression on me. My mother was gunned down in front of me by Henry Martin. Sal's father. Henry was taken care of by my father. Even though the cops still label his case as a disappearance, I know my dad killed him. That's why we had trouble with Sal, he is seeking revenge for his father. It's a motive I understand, because Sal f.u.c.ked with the wrong people. An involuntary smile crosses my face when I think of Kat shooting Sal's henchmen.

Kat!

I can't believe the b.i.t.c.h left me. My hand grabs the ashtray sitting on my desk and it hurls across the room. It slams hard into the wall only bouncing off and clanging to the floor. The weed is spread in front of me and I begin rolling blunts. The plan is to get high as f.u.c.k and forget all about my Kitten.

A half hour pa.s.ses and there is no pain. I am high and relaxed. I send Pete a text to come to my office.

"Boss," he pokes his head in the doorway.

"Get me two blondes."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

I request the blondes because I don't want any reminders of Kitten. I think of her, and how we were together last night. She will always belong to me. However, I'm not some pansy who is going to wait around for a girl either.

Pete isn't long before bringing in two airheads to me. They must have already been somewhere on the Yard. He shuts the door behind him.

"Strip."

I order the two girls standing in front of me. They don't hesitate. Easy s.e.x! Just what I need to help me forget. I have absolute no desire to make this anything other than a random f.u.c.k with these chicks. I have to release this pent up anger in me.

"I'd ask your names, but I really don't give a s.h.i.+t"

Neither girl blinks an eye at my harsh words. Perfect. No questions, only obedience. This need to dominate is growing, but I love the thrill it is giving me.

"Kiss your friend," I order. Again absolutely, no hesitation as the two girls begin kissing full on for me. As they get into the kiss my d.i.c.k-becomes semi hard. They stop kissing. "Did I tell you to stop?"

Tentatively, they start kissing again. As they relax the kisses become more pa.s.sionate and their bodies are pressed close to one another. They are full on making out in front of me now. The taller of the two, who I'm referring to as Legs, begins exploring her companion Bambi. I give them these nicknames, because I honestly don't give a f.u.c.k what their names are.

Tentatively at first, I watch as she caresses Bambi's side then trailing down to the a.s.s and grabs a handful squeezing it. I hear a moan escape Bambi. I am enjoying the show so far. It's not long before Legs, starts getting more aggressive, her mouth breaks free, travels down Bambi's jawline, and then is on her neck, but she doesn't stop there. Legs goes all the way to a perky little breast, her tongue comes out flicking across Bambi's nipple, and I watch as it pebbles into a hard bud. Legs then opens her mouth and sucks in as much nipple and breast as she can and she greedily suckles on her friend. Bambi's head throws back and I can tell she is trembling. I scoot back in the chair and walk over to stand behind Bambi, letting her soft body use mine for support.

I wrap an arm around her waist giving her the support she needs as Legs switches to her other breast. I whisper, "You like your friend sucking on your t.i.ts?"

I get a moan in reply. I smile smugly.

"I bet it'll feel real good if she sucks on your c.l.i.t right now. Are you wet?" her head shakes yes. I slip my free hand down between her folds and sure enough, the wh.o.r.e is sloppy wet. I rub a finger around her c.l.i.t teasing her.

"Let's move to the couch," I demand.

There is no niceness to what is going to happen I want it hard and rough and I want to hurt these girls. I am hurting, and want to hurt someone in return.

Looking at Bambi I say, "Sit on the couch, keep your a.s.s on the edge and lean back" I walk behind Legs who is standing looking at her friend l.u.s.tfully. I grab her roughly by the hair and kiss her hard. I push thoughts of Kitten out of my mind as I pull back, I say "Get on your knees and eat her p.u.s.s.y now!"

Legs doesn't hesitate as she gets down on her knees and greedily dives into her friend's p.u.s.s.y. She isn't just licking the girl, she is sucking her juices out of her. I watch Legs masterfully work her friend's c.l.i.t with her tongue, she brings a hand up, and plunges a couple fingers deep into the channels of her friend's p.u.s.s.y. Bambi is bucking and moaning loudly against her friend's fingers and mouth. It doesn't take long before she is screaming out with an o.r.g.a.s.m. Legs starts to pull back.

"Don't stop eating her p.u.s.s.y, until I tell you." My d.i.c.k gets harder, even though I'm fighting memories of Kat, I am turned on by the show in front of me. I need them to make me forget Kitten and her tight p.u.s.s.y that fit me like a glove. I need them to erase any memory of my Kitten and I last night from my mind. Legs keeps at her friend until she is bucking in another o.r.g.a.s.m. I pull Legs up off her knees and take her mouth hard again, tasting her friend's juices then look over at Bambi lying blissfully on the couch.

"Lay down on the couch s.l.u.t" she blinks, but does as I say without a word. Whispering next to Leg's ear, "Climb on your friend's face, ride it until I tell you to stop." Legs gracefully climbs on her friends face I sense a bit of hesitation from Bambi, but it's not much before her tongue comes out and begins flicking against the p.u.s.s.y in her face. I let them set a rhythm then I pull my c.o.c.k out of my pants. My pants fall to my ankles and I move in front of Legs.

"Suck it b.i.t.c.h" no hesitation on her part as she opens her mouth and takes me in with one long pull. I reach behind her and grab her hair in my fist and I begin f.u.c.king her face hard with my d.i.c.k. I feel her moaning around my c.o.c.k, Bambi is doing a d.a.m.n good job of eating that p.u.s.s.y. In fact, it isn't long before the vibrations of her moaning through an o.r.g.a.s.m are felt around my c.o.c.k. But I am still f.u.c.king her face, shoving my c.o.c.k as far down her throat as I can. She keeps riding her girl's face. I wonder briefly if Bambi can even breathe as hard as Legs is f.u.c.king her face, but I don't care either. It's hot as f.u.c.k. I can feel my own o.r.g.a.s.m building. Just before it rips out of me I pull my c.o.c.k out of Leg's mouth stroke it a couple times and spurt several ropes of c.u.m all over her fake t.i.ts. I watch as my c.u.m drips off her chest onto her friends face. And I can tell she is close to another o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Be a good little s.l.u.t and c.u.m for me!" that's all it takes before she shouts out with her o.r.g.a.s.m. "I watch her throw her head back in pleasure. And begin to slump onto her friend. "Slide down and lick your juices off her face." She does as I command. She begins hungrily kissing her girlfriend again. Tasting and licking her own juices off. I watch as she straddles her p.u.s.s.y around her friend's thigh while pressing her own leg against her friend's p.u.s.s.y. I can't help the smile that crosses my face knowing these two s.l.u.ts are still turned on.

They don't even pay attention to me anymore, but that's okay I am enjoying the show. I got what I needed for now. They continue kissing one another. Then as the kisses linger both their bodies' begin rubbing and bucking against one another.

"That's it girls... grind your p.u.s.s.ies against each other."

I encourage them.

At this point the girls are so into what they are doing with one another they couldn't care less about anything else going on. I walk into the little bathroom in my office, clean myself off, and get myself dressed before grabbing my cell off the desk and texting Pete to come into my office. I am sitting behind my desk when he walks in watching as the two girls grind into one another slowly. They aren't rus.h.i.+ng they are taking their time and enjoying it. Pete stops short when he catches what's going on. He shuts the door quietly behind him.

"f.u.c.king hot isn't it," I ask him.

"Um yea." He mumbles.

This would not be the first time we have found ourselves in a similar situation, it just had been a while. We sit there and quietly watch until both girls are moaning, writhing messes. Their pace picks up and both are crying out in o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Get them out Pete. But make sure we know where to find them again."

I say while lighting a cigarette and taking a long pull off it.

The girls dress quickly, both covered in each other's juices and my dried c.u.m on them. I don't allow them the privilege to clean up, they must walk out through the warehouse and let all my guys see what just happened in here.

They hadn't been gone long when the door to my office flies open.

"Are you kidding me?" My sister hasn't even been gone a day!"

"Your c.u.n.t of a sister made her choice."

"You're an a.s.shole, my sister loves you."

"It doesn't matter, obviously I don't love her" I say to him, deep down I am not being honest with Drew or myself.

"Whatever man, if this is how you want to play it. But make sure you leave my sister alone from now on."

He turns and slams out of my office as I tamp out my cigarette in the ashtray I think to myself he has nothing to worry about it. I am going to leave his sister alone. Kitten made her choice, and it wasn't me. I knew she had help to get out of Belmont. There is only one person I can even think who would help her leave, my father! How could my father help her, he knows what she means to me? I have the sudden urge to punch my own father in the face. He knew to me, it would be the ultimate betrayal.

I need to stop f.u.c.king thinking about that b.i.t.c.h. I light another cigarette. Instead, I think about the two blondes that had just been in here. They put on a good show for me. I definitely consider having them back to play. I wonder if they would enjoy Knight's Castle. They were good at following orders. Maybe I would take them to the club one night soon and see just how far I could push them, and see how far I'm willing to take this new, dominate side of myself.

That, of course, made me think of Kitten again. I had been dying to get through the six months with her and then I wanted to take her to Knight's Castle seeing what we could discover together. It would have been good between us there. f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h!

My phone dings letting me know I have a text message I pick it up and inwardly cringe when I see I have been summoned to meet with my dad in one hour. This is not going to be good.

Chapter 7.

My anger boils as I walk into my dad's house. The house is filled with memories of Kitten and I. When did I become a f.u.c.king p.u.s.s.y for p.u.s.s.y? Oh that would be about the time I met Kitten.

I knock on the door to my Dad's office, my anger consumes me. My dad's voice calls out as he tells me to enter the office.

"Son," my dad says looking up at me studying me carefully.

"f.u.c.k you, old man! You helped her leave." I say to him.

He grins at me the motherf.u.c.ker! "We aren't here to talk about that. I have a job for you."

"A job?" I ask my curiosity peaked as I plop down in a chair in front of his desk.

"I need y'all to drive down to New Orleans and meet with Deveroux. He'll have a s.h.i.+pment of weapons ready for us in a few weeks."

"Let me get this straight. You want me to meet with Deveroux without you there?" I ask.

"It's time for you to step up. One day this will be yours, I want to know I prepared you for it."

"Am I missing something?"

"No, I want to know with confidence you can handle the pressures of this life. You have not let me down up to this point. I expect that to continue."

There is a part of me swelling with pride and excitement over my dad trusting me with this mission. It's what I have been working towards for years now. There is also a part of me who is hangry and hurt that my own father helped Kat leave Belmont.

"When do we leave?"

"You'll leave in about three weeks; it gives you time to a.s.semble and prepare a team, you'll pick up some antique doors while down there to help cover up the weapons."

Knight's Construction allows us to transport the not so legal stuff amidst the legal side of our business completely under the radar. Plus, the side benefit of being in the south and picking up a cute little southern girl has my c.o.c.k twitching.

"How many men will I require?"

"You'll need between twelve and fifteen men," my dad says.

I nod my head acknowledging what he has said.

"Who'd you send out to California?" I can't stop myself from asking my dad.

"Rocco."

"Good!" I reply before getting out of my seat. "Don't let her get hurt" it's the last thing I say to my dad before walking out of his office. It'll be the last time I say anything about Kat. It's time to forget her and move on.

I walk down the hall lost in thoughts of Kat. A flash of movement catches my attention, but it's the sharp pain in the back of my leg that sends me to my knees almost.

"f.u.c.k" I turn behind me to see Seth his face scrunched up in anger. My hand is holding my leg where he kicked the h.e.l.l out of me.

"It's your fault Kat is gone," he yells at me as tears pool up in is little eyes. "You promised you wouldn't make her mad again."

I should be mad at Seth because right now I'm positive I am going to have a nasty bruise where he just kicked me. Yet, I can't blame him, he is right I drove Kat away.

"Yea, I guess I did buddy" It was her choice to leave, but I didn't help and make her want to stay.

"I hate you!"

"Seth," I call after him.

"I'm no longer your brother. You promised me you wouldn't make her leave again" then he is running off with Ms. Bea following behind him, she gives me a kind smile one that makes me s.h.i.+ft uncomfortably.

I don't want sympathy. I want everyone to stop talking about f.u.c.king Kat. Today that will not be happening for me. As I move into the foyer, Justin comes to the doorway of the family room.

"Cole" he calls out.

"What?"

I know by Justin's tone he wants to talk to me about Kat. I am really not in the mood for this s.h.i.+t.

"You shouldn't have been a d.i.c.k to her. She wouldn't have snuck off in the middle of the night."

"f.u.c.k you! You don't know what you're talking about. She was mine and she should've done what I told her to do." I spit out. My anger and possessiveness are all I have right now.

"There's your first mistake brother. Kat is a person, not a possession."

"You can have her little brother. Don't think I don't know your d.i.c.k was hard for her the whole time she was in this house."

"f.u.c.k you Cole. I like Kat, but I'd never go there. Not knowing you two love each other."

I snort with laughter "Love? Right? You chase after that p.u.s.s.y Justin because I'm done with it."

Justin lunges and his fist flies into me. He strikes me hard in the face and I fall back a step before coming after him. We wrestle some until he lands another blow. That's all I can handle before I pound into him. Each of us trading punches and I can taste blood in my mouth. Even while I am fighting him, I admire that Justin's skills in fighting have improved. However, he is not going to win this. I still can take him down. I let him get a few more blows in then I swipe his legs out from under him sending him cras.h.i.+ng to the floor. He's pinned my fist drawn back to land another hit, when I hear my father's voice.