CHAPTER SEVEN | Kenan
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kenan
C HECKING THE TIME, I run down the stairs to find Ethan and notice it’s early and I’m not sure he’ll be awake. Instead, I find Cordelia in the kitchen with a giant bowl of something and a guilty face. “Whatchu got there, preggers?” I ask, laughing as I turn the coffee pot on, pull out a K-Cup, put it in and set a mug under it.
“Spaghetti.” She moans, taking another bite.
“At five in the morning?”
“You try being pregnant.”
“Hard pass.” I laugh as I listen to my coffee start brewing.
“Who’s the girl you brought in yesterday?” She asks, sitting her bowl down.
“A reporter.” A yawn splits my face.
“Quick fuck or a target?” She asks, opening the fridge again.
“I thought you didn’t like me.” I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes at her suspicious as fuck.
“Axel was saying something the other day that didn’t make sense, but if she’s a target, then it makes sense. If she’s a quick fuck, then you got some ‘splaining to do.” She laughs as she pulls a bottle of water out and turns to look at me. “Since you’re fresh out of the shower, I’m assuming you’ve fucked her, and since she’s still up there, I’ll go ahead and assume its the same reporter who had intel on the family, which would make her a target.”
“Very observant of you. But it doesn’t answer why you care since you don’t like me.” I respond as my coffee finishes, spitting out the last of the water.
“Just trying to decide if I need to warn her or not.”
“Warn her?”
“Yeah, that she’ll just be another piece of ass in the Kenan Mazitti collection of rotating pussy that strolls through the house.” She waddles off out of the kitchen leaving me alone in wild confusion. I really don’t understand Axel’s obsession with her, or why he had to go and put a baby in her and marry her. Having a wife and a baby sounds fucking awful.
Turning to get my coffee I hear someone else enter the kitchen, and when I look over I see my dad standing there. “Morning.” He says, shuffling to where I’m standing.
“Did you find anything on the computer?” I ask, taking a sip of my coffee.
“Nothing that leads to us.”
“She said she doesn’t keep anything on there about us. I think she's after the drug trade, she’s upstairs crying in Beck’s arms right now.”
“The fuck for?” Ethan asks, turning to look at me like I did something wrong.
“I think someone she loved died from a drug overdose, or at least from taking drugs. She was strong headed until we talked about the drugs.”
“See what else you can find out, maybe she has information stored somewhere else.” I watch as he makes his coffee.
“I don’t think it’ll matter, she talked about her notes needing to be deciphered if we found them, it appears that she’s got most of it in her head.”
“Then get rid of her. It’s the cleanest and simplest way to take care of the problem.”
“You know, I’d expect that answer from one of the other dads, but not you.” I clap my hand to his shoulder. “Getting brutal on me old man?”
“No, but if she’s going to be a problem then we need to take care of it.”
“I’ve had less than twenty-four hours with her, and I’ve already got her crying upstairs. I think I can get through to her.”
“You better. Oh, your mom was looking for you last night, I told her you were on an assignment. You should find her. She’s in her office.”
“This early?”
“You know your mother.”
“I do.” I say, walking out of the kitchen towards her office to see what she needed. I find her sitting at her desk, glasses on and a piece of paper in her hand.
“You know they make these things called computers and phones so you don’t have to use paper.” I say, taking a seat in one of the chairs on the opposite side of her desk.
“I like the feel of paper.” She says, setting it down.
“Dad said you were looking for me?”
“I was. I need you to help me close a deal.” She removes her glasses and the look she gives me tells me that I’m not going to like whatever it is she has planned.
“What do you need?” I sigh, bringing my coffee to my lips.
“There’s a club in Colorado that will be here later this week. I need you to take the president's daughter out, show her a good time.” Onyx just spoke about a club in Colorado, I wonder if this is the same club?
“Are you fucking serious? You’re pimping me out?”
“Damn straight I am, until you’re otherwise spoken for, you’ll do as I say, and I’m telling you to take her out, make her happy so her father will take my deal.”
“What deal?”
“We need his club to help transport to the west coast.”
“Guns or drugs?”
“Both.”
“Fine, but I’m not fucking her.” I say, pushing up out of my seat.
“TMI Kenan, I don’t care what you do behind closed doors. Just make the bitch happy so her fuckwad of a father will get in line.”
“Yes Ma’am.” I nod and take my leave, heading back up to the bedroom where I left my play things in the shower. I still need to sort out what the fuck I’m going to do about the whole Beck thing. I’ve seen him watching me, but I never thought this was why. I just assumed he was taking his bodyguard job seriously. I offered him the bodyguard job after a bad bar fight, when someone tried to stab me and Beck took care of them in seconds.
I was raised in this world, fighting, training, everything I needed to survive the life I was growing up in and Beck has been there with me through every step since high school. But, I never expected it to go this direction. Then again, I’ve never seen him with his own woman, it’s always him, me, and a woman or two.
Pushing my bedroom door open I see Beck on his knees, in a pair of boxers and Onyx standing there with her hand on her hip, dressed in one of my white shirts.
A guy could get used to this sight though.
“Feeling better?” I ask, sipping my coffee. I didn’t bring them any, but I also didn’t expect my mother to drop a ridiculous request on me, so here we are.
“You have coffee?”
“I do. If you let Beck get dressed, he can take you down for some, but you have to behave.”
“Behave?” She scoffs.
“Yes, you’re in my family house, you don’t want to get on the wrong side of one of them.” I say cocking a brow, “Especially since my father just realized that killing you is safer than getting information out of you.”
I watch her face twist in fear, “Kill me?”
“I told him I wasn’t ready to kill you yet.” I offer a nonchalant shrug as I make my way to the chair in the corner. “So behave while you’re getting coffee. Beck, get some of your clothes out of the closet and take her down there. I need a moment alone.”
Beck gets to his feet doing exactly as I said. After he’s dressed, he takes her hand and leads her out of my room, shutting the door behind him.
With a heavy sigh, I lean back in the chair letting my head hit the back of it as I stare up at the ceiling. Get information out of Onyx, take some motorcycle princess bitch out for a good time, easy peasy, right? Oh, don’t forget to sort out your feelings about Beck turning you on.
Everything’s fine.