Khan Part I (Midnight Syn MC Book 1)

by N. Tetterton

  “I just feel weird about the whole thing you know, until it’s all finalized.” His lips purse into a fine line.

  “When’s that?” He asks

  “January. Can’t be finalized until 6 months after the papers are served.” I pause, to see his reaction which isn’t great until I finish the rest of it which is the hardest part for me. “I know that this isn’t anything,” my words start coming out quicker, “and I know that you… well, you’re, you.”

  “What do you mean by I’m, me?” He asks

  “You’re Khan-,” he stops me.

  “First, I wish I didn’t but I understand you wanting to wait… it’s kind of sweet in a weird way, that is going to be terrible for me. You let me know when you’re ready and I’ll be here.” He smiles at me. I try to say something but he puts his hand up, “Second, I didn’t really get the name Khan from that.” I look at him questioning and he sighs, “Okay, not only for that reason.” He pauses before he looks up to me again, “Fuck it, you’ll have 5 months to process this. I got the name because Genghis Khan well he killed a lot of people…” his sentence trails as if telling me that is the end of the story. I wish I could say that I am shocked or that this fact bothers me but it doesn’t.

  “So, you’ve killed 40 million people?” I look at him smirking and laughs.

  “Of course you would know that number off the top of your head.” I laugh not telling him that I have looked up Genghis Khan, since meeting him, “Well, no, but… fuck I shouldn’t be telling you this… the first few years I was around.” He motions with his hands around insinuating around the club, “I ended up killing a lot of people. A lot of people.” He looks to me with a more serious expression the second time he says the words then pauses as if something is sinking in for the first time, “Maybe this time is best… maybe you will find someone who-“

  “What are you talking about?” I ask him and he looks away from me. His eyes drop and he looks sad.

  “I’m not a good person. I’m actually a really bad person. Not only have I killed before, but I will kill again, it’s only a matter of time. And I wouldn’t change a single one of them that I have killed.”

  I pause thinking of the right words to say, “Why did you kill them?” I ask in a quiet voice. He looks up to me, questioning me. Almost as if to question me not being phased by the fact that he’s killed people but instead interested in the reasoning.

  “Occupational hazard.” He lets out a sad laugh, “In my life, many times it’s either kill or be killed. Other times, The people just have it coming. Those without any sort of morals.” I think he expects this to scare me, but it doesn’t… and I can’t quite put my finger on why. Maybe he can sense that it doesn’t seem to be bothering me. “But we are going to have to get out of here, or I will not be able to resist myself from kissing you again.” His words are carefully thought out. Bringing the thought of our kiss last night to me and causes my head to go a little fuzzy and butterflies start in my stomach again, “Stop looking at me like that.” His words are deep and rugged they send chills throughout my body.

  “Like what?” I ask him pretending to be coy.

  “Like you want to rip my clothes off. I’m trying to respect what you want here.” He says to me pushing his chair back. He stands and moves around the desk.

  I can’t help but pout as I toss my head back, leaning back onto his desk, “Ugh,” letting my head come around to look at him as he stands as far as he can get away from me in this small office, “but it’s so hard.” I pout like I hadn’t made the rules to this.

  “You have no idea.” His words are very matter of fact and they come out in a gravely, deep tone and that sets all of my endorphins into overdrive. I laugh at first until I look over and see him, the look in his eyes smolder at me and suddenly I want to repeat his words to him.

  I turn my body on his desk letting my legs hang off of the side of the desk instead of behind it. “Stop looking at me like that.” I breathlessly say to him.

  The corner of his mouth turns up as he stalks over to me, like a lion right before it pounces, he stops standing between my knees and looking down at me. “Like what?” He asks

  “Like you want to devour me.” My words are even quieter.

  “But baby,” he leans his head down, his right hand comes up and grasps the back of the neck, and gently brings our faces closer to mine, without his lips touching mine he mutters, “that is exactly what I want to do right now.” He pulls back, lets his hand fall from my neck, and takes one big deep breath which causes his entire demeanor to change. Playfully he slaps my hip twice and says, “Now, get that perfect ass off of my desk and let’s get out of here before we do something that we both regret.” I get up off of the desk, a little sad about his choice of words, but I try to push it down and not say anything.

  That’s just your self-conscious talking, I tell myself.

  He places his hand on the small of my back as we walk down the hall and towards the main room. Fury is looking at us when we make it into the hallway which appears next to the bar. I stop when Dax pulls my arm back and glances down at me as Fury says something into his ear and he nods a couple of times. The music is loud as the girls start dancing on stage and I start to watch them. They are dancing and spinning around on the pole. As they dance all I can think about is how painful it must be to dance on the pole as they do.

  Suddenly, I’m pulled from behind, and for reasons that I’m not sure why I am standing behind Dax and Fury as I hear someone shouting.

  “Fucking seriously,” I hear the voice that I recognize yelling at Dax. “She’s my fucking wife. I can talk to her anytime I want to.” He shouts again. I put my hand upon Dax’s arm. He glances back at me and then steps to the side. I’m surprised when Brad lunges at me trying to grab me.

  Fury grabs his arm, twisting it behind his back. “You don’t fucking touch her.” I can hear him loudly say into his ear. “You want to talk to her. You can do it in front of us.” Brad starts to object until Fury twists his arm just slightly and he immediately stops.

  “Go home.” I hear Dax say to him, “This isn’t the time nor the place to do this.”

  “Fuck you,” he yells. The music has now stopped playing, the dancers have stopped dancing, and without surveying the club I know that everyone is watching the scene unfold. “You’re only saying that because you’re fucking my wife.” He shouts at Dax.

  Dax starts to say something else, but I place my hand on his arm again. He looks down and sighs, taking a step to the side so I can step up, “Let him go.” I say to Fury, who looks at Dax, I see his ever so slight of a head nod and then Fury lets go of his arm. “Brad, I’m not fucking anybody.” My use of the work fucking makes all three of them step back, which is the good thing about not swearing much.

  “I saw him with you at Lucy’s house.” He did what? “I watched him kiss you before going inside.” I sit quietly for a few minutes trying to mentally process what he has just admitted to. “You fucked him. You’re a fucking whore.” I see Dax growing angry, I press my hand to his side and he stops from saying anything, “Let’s face it, anyone who shows up after midnight and doesn’t leave until the next morning is a fucking booty call, you’re just another one-,” I’m not sure if it’s fear or anger that courses through me.

  “It’s you,” my words come out. In almost a whisper and I’m not sure if anyone hears them. Before I realize what I’m doing my fist makes contact with his face. Brad loses his balance and stumbles a bit before he falls to the ground. I start to rush him to hit him again as his body hits the ground but suddenly my feet are no longer on the ground. I feel arms around my body pulling me back and I’m screaming at Brad. “YOU’RE FUCKING FOLLOWING ME!” I scream at the top of my lungs. And if I wasn’t so mad I would laugh at the shocked look on Fury’s face. Dax places me back on the floor, unwinding his arms from around me, but I can still feel him standing behind me, right behind me with his hand still on my back. “You humiliated me. You hurt me.
You left me no choice. I never did anything with anyone because no matter how broken we had grown. I still had hope.” I’m sure after my uncomfortable confession Dax told the DJ to start playing the music again. To give us a little bit more privacy. I watch Brad pick himself off of the floor and step into me so I can hear him. Fury is right behind him. Dax is still close enough to me that if Brad jumps at me again he will catch him.

  “Just admit it to me that you fucked him.” He looks at me and then up to Dax.

  “You only want me to have slept with someone else to make yourself feel better, I won’t lie to you for your own benefit.” My words are much calmer as I look at him next, “But Brad, I promise you this. You come after Lucy, you come after anyone that I care about, you jeopardize their safety by any means.” I pause stepping into him, “I’ll fucking kill you myself.” I can see Fury’s eyes widen. I stand still and start to turn around when Dax steps up. If you weren’t paying very close attention to both of them you wouldn’t see Dax look at Fury and you wouldn’t see Fury’s slight nod to his head. But this slight movement grabs my attention enough to stay and watch what happens.

  “Brain,” Dax looks at him eyeing him. I’m sure purposefully calling him the wrong name, “this is the second time in a month that you have tried to start shit with me in my club.” His words are precise, his mannerisms almost scare me, if I was at the other end of his actions they would. I realize, that this is Khan. He steps in closer to Brad, so close that Brad has to look up to him to look at him, “Don’t ever come back here. If you step foot in that door, or any other businesses that I’m associated with,” everyone knows when he says me he also means the Syndicate. “And if you come after Billie or anything like that ever again. I will take it as a personal attack on myself.” Brad’s eyes grow larger yet Khan’s voice doesn’t waver, “I know you’re not that stupid, so I’m sure you already know this, but just in case you don’t.” he smirks at this statement because he’s pointing out the obvious, “being the president,” Brad’s eyes bulge out slightly almost as if he didn’t hear about that, “a personal attack on me typically means a personal attack on the entire club. I’ll let you figure out the rest.” He pats Brad’s cheek twice, squeezes his face slightly, turns around, grabs my hand, and pulls me back into the office.

  I start to shut the door. “Leave it open.” He tells me still standing and looking at me… I frown and I see his shoulder jump up like he laughed a little before he turns to look at me, eyes blazing, “Princess, you shut that door and I won’t be able to control myself.” He steps into me, his face softens, Khan is gone now, and strokes my arm, “Especially after how hot you just were. I want nothing more than to rip off all your clothes and give you some positive reinforcement for standing up for yourself.” I laugh and look away. “And just so we’re clear, by positive reinforcement I mean bending you over my desk and giving you the best orgasm of your life.” I have to squeeze my thigh together to try and relieve the pressure. I watch him as he walks over to his chair, sitting down and I lean against the side of his desk.

  “Billie,” my name sounds more like a question and when I look back over to him and see his concerned face he pauses and starts again, “what did you mean by he’s following you?” I don’t answer him, but I sit quietly. “Billie, please tell me what’s going on.” He moves his chair a little closer to me and reaches over for my hand.

  “I’ve been getting weird calls at work. No one is on the phone, it’s every Monday at 8:30. It started the first week after he got the divorce papers. Then they started coming to my cell phone and even though I don’t answer because there’s no caller ID there’s just breathing on the voicemail. I swear I keep seeing the same car driving past the house. It just drives down the street circles the cul-de-sac and then drives back up. It was stopped outside of the house the other night when I was going to sleep.” He looks at me and I swear I see our rage in his eyes, “I keep getting this weird feeling like either someone has been in my room and then other times I feel like I’m being watched, and last week… I dunno it was probably just a dream.” I tell him.

  “What do you think may have happened?” He urges me to tell him.

  “I was drunk, but I woke up in the middle of the night and I could have sworn that someone was standing at the end of my bed. I’m not sure if it was a dream or not though. But now with him saying that he was outside of the house last night. ” I hear a noise outside of the office.

  “He’s out of the building at least.” Fury walks into the office and we jump apart. He looks confused as looks from Dax to me. “O-kay,”

  “I should go,” I mutter and they both look at me.

  “Fuck no you’re not,” Dax shouts at me and I jump a little bit. “After what you just told me there’s no fucking way you are leaving, by yourself.” I see the look the Fury gives Dax and without even looking over to him Dax starts to explain in a cliff notes version, “He’s harassing her, calling her not saying anything. Driving down her street, he may have broken in…”

  “We don’t know he did any of those things” I cut him off making sure to say what I need to say. I am surprised when the voice which starts talking next is from behind me.

  “So, you think that you file for divorce from your husband and it’s just a coincidence that all of these things start happening, immediately afterward.” Dax nods to Fury to continue to talk almost as if he knows that he has more to say, “And Khan’s right. You’re not going anywhere by yourself especially after you just laughed at his dick.”

  “I did what?” I ask him, confused.

  “Metaphorically, you laughed at his dick. You hurt his pride, even if you were right, you yelled at him in front of everyone, you threatened him a little bit, and no matter of how fucking hot-,“ Dax growls at him and he waves him off, “regardless if he,” he points to Dax, “tries to kick my ass later for saying this. Punching him in the face was fucking hot, you still, metaphorically, laughed at his dick he’s going to come after you for revenge.” Dax nods his head.

  “That’s why I added in the part about if he came after you. You happened to forget yourself when you threatened him.” I’m not really sure what to say so I just sit in silence for a moment. Until Dax mutters, “I’ll be right back,” and he walks out of the office.

  “I’m sorry,” it comes out as a whisper but Fury clears his throat, “I am. Bringing trouble into your life.”

  “Meh, we’ve gone to war for less.” He tells me and I don’t know what to make of that.

  “War?” I ask him he doesn’t answer but instead changes the subject.

  “Billie?” He comes out as a question and I’m not sure if he wants to ask me something or if he’s not sure if that’s my name or not. “Why are you here?” He asks me and I look at him shocked. Then he laughs a little, “Khan’s a little rough around the edges. The life we have is hard and is tough on relationships. You’re a high school principal. You’re so sweet and innocent.” He smirks to himself as he starts to say the next sentence, “You’re like a real-life walking Belle; the original, not the one with Emma Watson, naive but you try to take the world on anyway.” I look at him almost appalled.

  “Didn’t she accept him for who he was, fall in love with him, break the curse, and make him happy?” He sits back. “Just because people look innocent or seem sweet and naive doesn’t mean that you know anything about them or what they can take. If I am Belle, I am Emma Watson’s Belle, where they made her be a badass princess who could take care of herself.” I stand up and walk out of the room.

  Fuck him.

  …Why is it always a fucking Mustang?

  Well, tonight has taken a few different turns that I didn’t expect.

  When Billie was sitting on my desk I thought it was going to be the best night ever. Then she had to say she couldn’t do anything until everything was finalized I thought my blue balls would kill me. She kept toying with me, it took everything in me not to push her back onto my desk and fuck her right there. I co
uldn’t. I decided last night when I looked back I saw that she would feel bad about herself. I could never let it happen then. When I finally let myself feast on her… there will be no questioning that she wants it. She won’t second guess it. She won’t have any reservations.

  Then she said that today. As much as it pains me to do it. I will not let it happen. Somehow she means more to me than anyone ever has. I want nothing to make this woman happy. When she started to reference the whole ‘you’re you’ thing. I wanted to punch myself… she was going to say go ahead and fuck whoever I wanted to. Which honestly makes me fucking want only her so much more.

  That means I can’t be alone with her.

  Maybe I will just not have to see her until January. At least, that’s what I was thinking until her husband came in. I’m not sure how she made the connection that he was following her before I did. I wanted to rip his fucking throat out. When Billie punched him in the face, holy shit. Not sure if I have ever wanted to fuck someone more… I had to go jerk off in the bathroom… which is a first for me… especially here. I can usually find someone to fuck, but unless it’s Ms. Billie Saxs, I don’t want to fuck anyone… anymore.

  This woman is going to be the death of me.

  Flipping through my contacts I dial Ash, “Hey man, I need you to do me a favor.”

  “What’s up, Prez.”

  “Church in an hour. I’m taking Billie home now. Are you busy now?” I ask him trying to be somewhat considerate although I don’t need to be.