CHAPTER NINE | Kenan
CHAPTER NINE
Kenan
E SME. THAT’S HER NAME , she says her mother was obsessed with some fucking vampire movie and loved the mom vampire or some shit, so that’s where she got her name. So far, my date has picked her ass as we walked through the door, sniffed her armpit as we sat down at the table and she rips ass, making me choke on air. She’s been extremely rude to every waitstaff member we’ve encountered so far and I’m not sure this could get any worse.
We’re off to a great start.
“I’m getting a beer.” She says, as she raises a hand snapping her fingers. Oh my god, who fucking raised this woman? I was raised by killers, trained with a knife in my hand as far back as I can remember, and I have more manners than this wild child.
“By all means, have a beer, but do you need to snap your fingers? Someone will be along soon.” I say adjusting in my seat, embarrassed by my companion.
“Chill out bro, they’re used to it.” She snaps her finger again and a man rushes over to us.
“Yes madam.” He says, with a soft accent. I’m not sure from where, but I know he’s not from here.
“I’ll have a beer, whatever domestic you have on tap.”
“And for you sir?” He asks.
“Just water for me.” I reply with a slight nod. The waiter nods his head and walks away in a hurry.
“Man, this place is fancy.” She says. I look around the simple Mexican restaurant and worry about where I’ve brought her. Maybe she would have been more at home in a dive bar?
“Don’t you have Mexican restaurants in Colorado?”
“Not where I stay, I’m not allowed to leave the club house or my house.” She says, tapping her fingers on the table. That explains so much. “But Pa said I could come out with you, since you’re a Mazitti and all that shit.”
“I recommend trying to behave in a public place, usually cussing at the dinner table is unlady-like.” I clear my throat as the waiter returns with the beer and water. “Thank you.” I say to him as she picks her beer up and chugs it like we’re at fucking college party. When she slams it down I watch her preparing to burp like the gross little bitch she is. Please don’t do it.
She does.
And it echoes.
I bury my face in my hands.
“I’ll have another.” She says, licking her lips loudly.
“We'll also order food too please.” I apologize to the waiter with my eyes, pleading for him to not make it worse than it already is.
“Yes of course,” he pulls out a notepad and pen. “What can I get you?”
“Large cheese dip, extra chips and salsa, Chimichanga, chicken, please.” I say, looking over at Esme to watch whatever disaster is about to come spilling out of her mouth.
“I want the fattest burrito you have, with all the fixin’s, both chicken and steak.” She nods to him and he leaves. “My guy, I’m excited for some cheese dip, we have that at the club house and it’s my favorite.” She continues to talk, but even the sound of her voice is annoying and disturbing. My mom better fucking land this deal, there’s no way I could go through this again.
After she tells me her entire life story, yes even how she lost her virginity to her dad’s best friend and the vice president of the club, on the pool table, our food finally arrives. I feel like I’ve been here for two years, checking my watch, it’s only been twenty minutes. Fuck.
I eat my food in silence as she talks with food in her mouth and chews with her mouth open. It’s so off putting that I have to force myself to eat my own dinner.
When my plate is empty the waiter comes to collect it and I hand him my card so I can pay and get us the fuck out of here. I’ve never in my life been on a date quite like this, and I hope to fuck I never have to deal with it again.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out seeing a text from Beck.
Beck: I don’t think I can let her go.
I read the text again, knowing exactly how he’s feeling. It’s only been a few days and I feel like I’m complete when I’m around them, both of them and it’s fucking terrifying. Even as Esme continues to talk, all I can think about is Onyx and Beck, waiting for me to come back. A few days with her has felt like heaven, especially if this is what the dating pool is like.
“I’m ready to go.” I say, cutting off whatever she was just talking about.
“Okay.” I watch as she shovels, literally shovels the rest of the burrito into her mouth and downs the rest of her beer. Then she leans back and unbuttons her pants, rubs her stomach, much like you’d see a gross man do after he’s satisfied with his food.
As we leave the restaurant I pull my phone back out and send my mother a quick text.
Me: Please tell me you closed the deal? *skull and knife emoji* I’m on the verge of killing his little girl.
Mom: Yes. You’re free to come home, he’s waiting for her to be finished with her night out.
Me: Thank fuck, be home in fifteen.
“Your dad is waiting for us.” I say, opening the passenger door for her as she falls into the seat.
Opening the text thread with Beck, I type out a quick message and hit send, climbing into the car so I can get back to them.
Once we’re back at the house, Esme thanks me for the great night and leaves with her father. I turned to my mother, “No more requests like that.”
“So, if I told you that I set you two a wedding date...”
I look at her, hoping she’s fucking kidding. She’s not, she’s got her serious face on. “No, no fucking way I’m marrying that savage. You’ve lost your fucking mind.” I shout, feeling my blood boil.
“You’re unattached and I needed to broker the deal.”
“I’m not unattached, I’m keeping Onyx.” I tell her.
“The reporter, Kenan? Dump her ass in the river and get that shit out of here.”
“You’d rather I marry some white trash biker bitch than Onyx?”
“I need you to, there’s a difference. End of discussion.” She shuts her office door and I’m fuming. I will not marry that disgusting woman.
“When?” I shout to the door.
“Six months!”
Six months, I have six months to put a baby in Onyx and make her mine, that's the only way my mom will back off. I can do that. I’d rather force Onyx to be with me, trapping her into whatever the fuck this is than ever touch Esme.
I race up the stairs and walk into my room, slamming my door as I lean against it, scaring both Beck and Onyx who are cuddling?
“What happened?” Onyx says, jumping out of bed. “Somethings wrong, I can tell.”
“I was given an order.”
“Shit.” Beck says, pulling the blanket off. “How bad?”
“I’ve been ordered to kill Onyx.”
Onyx’s eyes widen as she stops just inches from touching my face and starts to back away. “Why? I didn’t do anything?”
“It’s the threat you carry.”
“I swear, I won’t write the story. I’ll- I’ll disappear. Please don’t.” She steps further away from me.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask, stepping closer to her.
“Yes. I have an IUD, I’ve had it for a couple years.” She answers quickly.
“Get naked.” I demand, pulling my shirt off. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” I need to get the anger out. “Beck, stuff her mouth.” I grab her by the wrist turning her to face me, ripping her shirt off her body exposing her tits and ass. “Bend over the bed.” I nod for her to move.
“This isn’t how we play, little wolf.”
“Do it now, little lamb, or this little wolf will show you who the fuck I really am.” I growl, my body shaking in fury.