Part 7 (2/2)

”It's not your job to question me, just do what I ask.”

Pete doesn't say another word. Bambi is steadily sucking me off and I motion Legs over to me I grab her roughly and pull her to my mouth tasting her friend's p.u.s.s.y on her and I hear a couple snaps as Pete takes a picture. In the back of my mind, I hear a clang as he throws my phone on the tray, and then a door slams hard as he exits the room. Pete can kiss my a.s.s too. His loyalty is to me, not the c.u.n.t who walked out on me. Those are my last coherent thoughts before I tell Bambi to move. I tell Legs to go kneel beside her friend and then I begin stroking myself to completion making sure I aim it at both their faces. I spray rope after rope of c.u.m all over their faces.

”Clean each other up” I bark out before I pull on my pants, and walk out of the room.

Chapter 8.

The first few weeks after Kat left, I was miserable. There is little doubt I was a huge a.s.shole to everyone around me. It didn't matter if they were family, friend, or foe; even strangers were not safe from my anger. Even if she was the one who walked away it seemed everyone blamed me. It wasn't my fault that she left. Pete barely spoke to me after the night at Knight's Castle and I had him take the picture. Pete was not stupid and knew exactly what I did with that picture. Kat never contacted me after sending that text so I a.s.sumed she got the message that we were over.

Despite the personal feelings I have for Kat there is a part of me that can't help but admire and respect her. She knew what she wanted, and didn't let anyone stop her. If she was one of my men I'd be promoting her to a top position, but since she was the One I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, I had banished her. It was stupid reasoning.

Loving Kat made me soft and I can't have that as future leader to the Knight Family. Kat will no longer be at my side when I take over and I accept that. My boys have my back, but they certainly won't be warming my f.u.c.king bed. That's all I need a woman for these days is a warm wet hole to stick my d.i.c.k in.

There is one brief moment of weakness when my dad takes off to California after receiving a phone call about Kat in the middle of the night. I resist the urge to follow my dad out there. He's being very quiet about what is going on. Kat is hurt or sick I get that much, but why the need for secrecy? When dad returns the only thing he tells us is that Kat was sick and ended up in the hospital. They can have their f.u.c.king secrets.

The time comes for us to head to New Orleans. I pull into the Yard at five in the morning. The team I selected milling about. The three Knight Semis are ready to go. I take in the sleek machines with their chrome pipes and the Knight lettering on the side. A sense of pride swells through me that my family owns this s.h.i.+t! We are going to be picking up three truckloads of Military issued M9 Berettas and AK47s. Even though I met, Deveroux last year on a similar run with my dad, I can't help wondering if things will work on this run. There is respect between Deveroux and myself, but trust is always a different issue in our line of work.

We head out on the twelve hour drive. Half way through I am ready to jump out of the SUV I'm riding in. I don't care that Pete is driving almost eighty miles per hour. I have listened to hours of Drew and Pete talking about Kat. I should be happy that Kat is adjusting to college life, yet I am consumed by anger. Drew talks about Kat's new friends, and I don't like the sound of this Luke guy she is hanging out with. The more I listen to Drew and Pete I realize that Kat is not only left Belmont, it appears she has left the whole lifestyle behind. She is a member of a sorority. Hanging out with the all American family. What the f.u.c.k?

I had hoped to spend the trip to New Orleans relaxing, but all the talk of Kat has my body tense. My mood is sour. I realize I am still not dealing with Kat walking out in a positive way. I can't fight this possessiveness that she was mine, and how dare she walk away from me. I am Cole Knight, and no one walks away from me.

We are scheduled to meet with Deveroux and his men tomorrow night. Pete and Drew are in charge of guarding the money until the exchange takes place tomorrow night. We pull into a non-descript hotel once we arrive in town.

I slam the door of the SUV as I jump out relieved to be out of the f.u.c.king car. I stalk toward the office to check in.

”Dude, what the f.u.c.k crawled up your a.s.s?” Drew calls after me.

”Nothing, it's just been a long f.u.c.king day,”

”You act like a girl on the rag,” Drew smarts off.

My instinct is to punch him. After listening to Drew brag on Kat half the day all I want to do is get away. I have to find p.u.s.s.y that can make me forget her. I get myself a single room. I don't want to listen to any more bulls.h.i.+t tonight. I don't even hang with the guys when they talk about hitting a local bar. Instead, I find myself flopping on the hotel bed, laying there p.i.s.sed off at the world.

The next morning we meet for breakfast at the Waffle House next door to our hotel. I am ready for this meet with Deveroux tonight. I am f.u.c.king pumped. We spend most of the day holed up in one of our rooms. We go over our plans for the night. Our goal is to make things as smooth as possible when we reach the Port tonight.

Upon arriving we met with Deveroux's man Lou, we begin the transaction, he is given the suitcases filled with money, and my boys are signaled they can start loading the trucks. Deveroux and I are standing there watching the guys work, shooting the s.h.i.+t when next thing I know I find my a.s.s flat out on the pavement as shots ring out. It doesn't take long for us to scramble for cover and we have our weapons drawn, but nothing more is heard. I call out to Pete.

”Take some men, see if you can find out what's going on,” Pete takes off with a few men.

”Was that for you or me?” I ask Deveroux.

”I don't know, but whoever it was is long gone.” He replies.

I know that more than likely he is right. Pete will come back with nothing. However, I wonder who was the target tonight Deveroux, or me. We both have our fair share of enemies.

”I owe you one man; you've earned my trust tonight. If you ever need anything I'm a phone call away,” I tell Deveroux after acknowledging he saved my a.s.s tonight.

After we load up the trucks, we head back to our hotel. The guys will be taking s.h.i.+fts guarding the trucks overnight. We are headed to Mississippi to pick up some construction equipment on our way back to Belmont.

We are loading up the antique doors and windows my dad ordered, when I get a call from Deveroux. He is already calling in his marker. There is a Russian guy Polesky after him and his girl Blair. Polesky is a f.u.c.king nut job. How the Russians let him get any power is beyond my comprehension. The f.u.c.ker is insane in a way that makes Sal Martin look normal.

I put a call into my dad. He a.s.sures me that in a few hours he and a dozen men will arrive at the airport in Mobile, Alabama. The plan is my dad, along with the guys who came along with me for the first mission, will head back to Belmont with our Semis. The new men will stay with me to Mobile so that we can help Deveroux. Pete and Drew elect to stay with me in Mobile too. Deveroux is using his girl as bait in an operation with Polesky. I don't even know how he is dealing with using his girl for bait. I think back to when Sal kidnapped Julie and Seth. Kat went into that warehouse alone and I lost it. I was a f.u.c.king nut case. I wanted to storm that place and get my girl the f.u.c.k out there. It is my job to protect her.

At a bar later that night, I enjoy taking the p.i.s.s out of Deveroux by flirting with his girl knowing he can hear me through the earpieces we are wearing. Blair seems like a cool chick. She asks questions, but she's also willing to follow directions. It makes it easy to handle her. Things were going smooth the first part of the night, then all chaos breaks loose. I lose Blair in the chaos, and kill one of Polesky's men who was gunning for Deveroux. When the night ends, I find myself flopping into bed once again. This job is never without its stresses.

Pete, Drew and I decide to hang around for a couple days. We rent a room on the beach and plan to relax and unwind before heading back to Belmont. On our last night in town, we find ourselves in a biker bar. Even though we are not bikers ourselves, the biker world is no stranger to us. We use motorcycle clubs for a lot of reasons. Sometimes transport, sometimes protection it just depends on the job.

I notice a hot Hispanic chick in the crowd. I was interested, and I wanted to take her back to the hotel and sink myself into her. She was the first woman who actually had me wanting to f.u.c.k since Kitten left.

I make my way across that bar, I put on a big grin for her as I walk up to her.

I take her hand ”I am Cole! Cole Knight and you are?”

”Marisol” she replied with a seductive smile.

”Can I buy you a drink?” I ask her.

She nods her head ”Get us some tequila shots and meet me back at your table,” she tosses over her shoulder while walking toward the bathroom.

Her a.s.s sways back and forth until the door closes behind her. It's then, I turn to the bar and order a round of shots be brought to our table.

I join Drew and Pete at the table. A smirk on my face as I think about Marisol. My friends roll their eyes at me. All of us watch as she makes her way to our table. I give her a lazy smile as she saddles up to me. I introduce her to the boys. They are polite, but reserved with her. They will have to get over it. Kat and I are finished.

We all begin doing shots and I wrap an arm around Marisol's waist pulling her down she falls gracefully into my lap causing my d.i.c.k to stir. I ask her if she wants to come back to my room with me tonight.

”Are you sure I'll be enough for you,” she asks.

”Yea,”

”Word is you like them two at a time one on your c.o.c.k one on your mouth,”

”What the f.u.c.k?” Startled that she just described a scene similar to the picture I sent Kat. I study her carefully.

”I only need one.”

”You like b.l.o.w. .j.o.bs? I am really good at sucking a guy off, would you like me to prove that to you right now,” she says.

Pete and Drew both clear their throats in an effort to cover laughs at this girl busting my b.a.l.l.s.

”What the f.u.c.k?” I ask.

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