CHAPTER TWO | Beckett | Three weeks ago
CHAPTER TWO
Beckett
Three weeks ago
K ENAN'S PACING AGAIN , pissed that he's being told to follow this girl. He hates doing things for the family, he just wants to sit back and enjoy life. I watch as his muscles flex each time he moves making all of those tattoos ripple.
I've been best friends with him since we started at Hunter's High School. I was born and raised in that small town, where nothing ever happened. At least not since his parents left. The Kings of Hunter's High ruled the school with an iron fist, hurting anyone they wanted, especially when it came to Candace.
Kenan walked into that school our freshman year with an aura I had never seen before. Everyone worshiped the ground he walked on from day one. Even though his sisters had already been there and his older brother before them. I even remember what he wore the first time I saw him. His dark hair fell in his face, messy and wild. His piercing green eyes beamed with confidence and curiosity. He wore a simple pair of jeans, a shirt that fit him too well, allowing everyone to see that he was fit and defined and his backpack hung loose off his shoulders.
I was the first person he spoke to, introducing himself to me, telling me that he was going to be my friend. No one ever wanted to be my friend before and I was excited. He kept his word, every single day since then.
“I fucking hate this!” Kenan punches the wall, debris and dust fluffing out around him as a cigarette hangs from his lips.
“You've got a stop hitting the walls, I can only cover them up so many times.” I laugh, grabbing a picture of the other wall and pulling the tack out with it. I quickly push the tack in and hang the picture over the hole.
“You don't have to cover for me Beck. It's just a wall.” He lets out a sigh, stubbing his cigarette out in the ashtray on his dresser.
“Kenan. Just do what they say, it's honestly not the worst thing you've done.” I put my hand on his shoulder and smiled at him. “It's not like you have to marry her.”
“I'm never getting married.” He says with such confidence, which is insane, because in my opinion he deserves to find someone to love him for exactly who he is. Even if that person could never be me, I hope someone does love him and cherish him.
“You don't have to marry her.”
“Axel married the person our parents sent him after.” Kenan reminds me.
“Axel also just got out of prison.” I remind him.
“Only because he was keeping me out of trouble, again.”
I'm getting nowhere with this conversation. “Maybe we just tail her, steal the laptop, delete the shit and then you never have to see her again.” I say hopefully.
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W E'VE BEEN TRAILING and watching Onyx Livingston for two weeks and nothing's happened. He has tried to get close to get her attention and she blew him off. How? He's Kenan fucking Mazitti, literally God's gift to women, just ask around.
“We're going to have to take her.” I say to him as we watch from the car as she sips from her coffee, typing away at her computer. Kenan spins the ring on his middle finger and watches her carefully as he takes a deep breath. “I have an idea, but it’ll take me a couple of days to get what we’ll need.”
“Then let’s go.” He says, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I’m ready to get this over with so I can go back to my normal life.”
I nod, putting the car in drive pulling away from her favorite coffee shop, knowing damn well what he means by getting back to his normal life. Drugs, booze, and pussy.
I’m sitting on an old couch waiting for my cousin to reappear with what I asked for, my knee bouncing as my heart races. I’ve done some stupid shit before, including helping Kenan on certain jobs he gets sent on, but drugging a woman to make her complacent seems like a step too far. I’m hoping it’ll just knock her out and I won’t have to worry about feeling nearly as bad as I currently do just thinking about it. I’ve never killed anyone and I’ve never taken part in something like this. However, I have participated in illegal activities, considering I was there when Axel was arrested for the cocaine Kenan was trying to sell. I watched as Axel told everyone that it was all his. How he took the blame for everything and fought the cops so Kenan could get away and I did nothing except help my best friend run.
“Here you go.” Nick says, popping up in the living room. I stand and take the small bag from him, looking at the pills in the clear plastic.
“How much?” I ask, reaching into my pocket.
“You’ll owe me a favor.” He responds.
“No, your favors come at too high of a price. This is easily what, sixty? Take the money or I'll leave the pills.” I say holding out three twenty dollar bills.
“I’d rather have the favor.” Nick says.
“Money.” I shove it against his chest and walk away from him.
“See you around little cousin.” Nick shouts to my back. I leave his trashy house, hoping like fuck I never actually have to see him again. His side of the family are the black sheeps, the ones my mother and her parents are ashamed of, for this exact reason. Although to be fair, I’m not much better I guess. Working for the Mazitti’s. But my parents think I have some bigwig job in Kansas City, when in reality, I’m really nothing more than Kenan’s friend, driver, and sometimes bodyguard. He pays me well enough for it to appear like I make big money at some cooperation in the city, affording me a nice apartment and a good car, which is bullet proof. Thanks Aaron for that, but my parents don’t know that I’ve been shot at, and I plan to keep it that way.
When I get back to the Mazitti house, I pull in and park where I always do in the garage and make my way up to Kenan’s room with my pocketful of sunshine for our plan tomorrow.
“Got ‘em.” I say, pulling the bag out as I toss it onto his dresser.
“Perfect. I’ve got something for us to drink.” He says holding up a bottle of dark liquor. Usually when we drink, the room is full of women, but there are none here tonight. When he sits up on the bed, I see that he’s started without me as he hiccups.
“You good man?” I ask, taking the bottle from him.
“Peachy.” He replies, sort of slurred. I take a drink from the bottle, feeling the burn as it slides down my throat, landing hard in my stomach.
“Are you ready to kidnap the princess tomorrow?” I put the bottle down on the nightstand and sit next to Kenan on the bed.
“I suppose I gotta-ta be, I’my right.” I’m not even sure he knows what he’s saying right now, how much has he already drunk tonight? He falls back on the bed with a sigh, covering his face with his arm, I’m assuming to avoid the light above his head.
“I doubt it’ll be too terrible. We just need to get information from her, maybe she’ll spill her guts and the whole thing will be over quickly.” I shrug, looking down at my hands as I nervously rub my fingers together.
I’ve been in love with my best friend for years and I’ve never in my life had the nerve to say anything, nor do I think I ever will. I could lose him forever, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. So, I’ll remain the best friend, always at an arm's length. But it’s better to be in the orbit of the sun than to drift off and never see their light again, right?
Getting up off the bed, I move Kenan into his spot and cover him up as he starts snoring. When he’s tucked beneath the blanket and sound asleep I turn to leave, opening his door I look back at him once more taking in the beauty that is purely him. Flipping the switch off, I leave him there alone. Even though I want to crawl into the bed next to him, comforting him like he craves and soothing away the monsters he fights in his head.
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Now
“T AKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES .” Kenan says, stripping his shirt off. I look at him like he’s lost his fucking mind. “We need her to think that she’s had sex with us both.” He pulls the blanket back, revealing her beautiful tits. Now, don’t get me wrong, women are beautiful creatures and I gladly share them with him. But the only reason I do that is to be closer to him. So, just laying in the bed, naked, to sleep, is completely different from what we normally do. Usually I leave after the festivities have ended and he keeps the girl to himself. But this time, he wants me to stay the night.
I watch as Kenan’s muscles flex with each movement, taking the rest of his clothes off and I feel my dick hardening in my pants. Fuck, how am I supposed to take my clothes off with this happening. Then I see his dick as he takes his pants off, it’s hard, too. It must be her naked body, that’s the only thing that makes sense. Fuck, get out of your head Beck, you’ve seen him naked before. I strip and climb into the bed, quickly tucking myself under the blanket.
The light shuts off and I remember that he has a fucking remote for that damn light. I always forget he has that damn thing. “Don’t be afraid to curl up with her, we need it to feel real when she wakes up.” Kenan whispers as the bed shifts. Onyx’s body is moved closer to him, and I think he’s pulled her to lay over his chest, so I shift closer, draping my arm over her as my fingers trace over his abs. Fuck my life, this is torture.
“Night Kenan.” I say, trying to sound tired, even though I’m amped the fuck up, being this close to him. Hell, even having her between us is fueling the desire inside of me.
“See you on the other side.” Kenan laughs as I feel him snuggling closer to her, which makes him snuggle into me. His hand reaches over, touching my thigh and my breath catches as my heart beats wildly in my chest. Shit, fuck. This may be too much, but as Kenan’s breathing evens out, I feel myself relaxing, letting the sleep, even though it’s not dark outside, consume me.