My Number One: Kasha & Knox

by Ross, Janice

  “Puhleeze, Kasha. Now that you mention it, he’s not bad looking.” She winked at me this time, then whispered, “And it’s Tea time.” She swung for the kitchen, shaking her ass with each step.

  Leave it up to Tea to shake things up. After what had just taken place only minutes earlier, I was beyond mortified. We had struggled as if our lives hung in the balance, which they pretty much had. And for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, a nosey neighbor intervened to save my life.

  ~~

  Knox’s truck hit the corner just as the cop car started pulling away. Their vehicles rolled by each other slowly. They paused. Words were exchanged and then they proceeded as before. Tea followed me to the curb.

  “You don’t think this has to do with Van, right?” I whispered closer to her ear. I didn’t know what to make of this whole thing. Neither of us had seen the intruder before now. I was pretty certain he wasn’t one of Van’s men. But he came back, even without Knox being there. Tea and I kicked his ass, but he still disappeared out the door. No doubt he’d be back.

  “No, I doubt it, Kash. This isn’t Van. This has your boy’s chick’s name on it.” Tea stretched her hand toward him.

  Tea studied Knox. No words, just a hateful glare.

  We’d packed up a few things as the cops wrapped things up. The contractor had also set up a makeshift cover for the door. He’d be back at the beginning of next week. We collected my bags from the foyer and carried them down to the front of the yard.

  With the exception of a distant glare from the sun, the front yard carried a sort of darkness. The surrounding homes and inhabitants almost seemed to stand on the outskirts of my own personal world. I advanced to Knox, followed by Tea. He embraced me with sensual eyes. It wasn’t that we were ultra-sexual at the moment, but everything seemed potent between us.

  Tea snarled and did a clever job of puffing up herself. “Now you show up,” Tea addressed Knox before I could begin.

  “T—” he mumbled only to be cut off by my friend’s hand reaching up into the air.

  “Knox, I don’t know what the hell is going on with you and this nonsense, but I need my friend to be okay.” Tea drew the bag closer to her chest, then moved straight across the lawn to stand in the driveway. “She’s not getting caught up in anyone else’s drama.”

  “I don’t have any drama.”

  “But that’s where you’re wrong. Just because you don’t want to admit it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.” By this point Tea had reached Knox. She stood right in his path. His eyes drifted beyond her, into the distance and set away from this present nonsense. “I knew you and Kasha would find each other beyond the stubbornness, Knox. I knew you weren’t about to marry someone else, but don’t be mistaken, I’m not going to let you put her in danger either.”

  ~

  Knox

  ~

  I remained outside of my truck until they turned the corner. Kasha's stare held mine as long as possible. The electricity extending from the look alone was confirmation of her need for me. I could've chased them down, ripped her from the car and revisited the night before. No one will change that ever again, especially not me. Screw Teagan, Erika or anyone else. I would love her even if it pained me; I'd fight for her, even if it killed me.

  For now, however, I couldn't allow myself to stand by and wait for something to happen. I pulled the cell from my pocket to get in touch with Rory over the intruder and maybe throw my energy into our current local project.

  I turned the corner and exhaled about thirty minutes later. The last house on the block was a beast of a wreck when Rory had led Bash and me to the spot months ago. His vision was remarkable, and was proven with this one. Not even from the outside, could anyone have imagined the treasure we had. At the time, the only benefit I saw was in the fact that it resided in a cul-de-sac. I now had to force myself to get out of the ride and walk into the house I’d gotten used to spending hours in.

  Rory squinted at me from the center of the house, where he’d been painting the ceiling. I ignored him, instead searching for Bash.

  “When I didn't hear from you last night, I was ready to check the police stations for your ass,” Rory grunted. “Shit, I wasn’t sure if I should rejoice or worry that you got a life outside of this, bro.”

  “Yeah, man.” I shook my head and walked away. Although each of us had no problem in doing our part, I was supercharged, with an ultra-human ability to work nonstop for days. This had become my sanity. Moreover there was a reason I'd called Rory beforehand; I didn't make a habit of sharing too much with Bash. He was a judgmental bastard when he wanted to be.

  “That’s all you have to say? You had the most excitement you’ve had since—”

  “Enough, Rory! Damn!” My words rang throughout the house. We faced each other. We were friends, yet for a brief second, we became enemies. I was aggravated, frustrated and pissed over Rory’s inability to let the past be forgotten.

  “You think that pretending the past never happened is going to make it easier to bear?” We were only a few inches apart, so when Rory drew closer in proximity, the inevitable seemed on the verge. Regardless of how long we’d been friends, or how many trials we’d endured as brothers, neither of us were above stepping to the other. Rory held an advantage in height and reach, he could easily command most people and situations without trying. I was a beast in more ways than I cared to admit. And though I respected Rory, I wasn’t easily intimidated or bullied.

  “This crap is counterproductive,” Bash tried to interject. He’d entered the room cautiously. While his steps were slow and with little distance, my mind ran rapid. With every word, compounded by every thought, intensified by being in the midst of a standoff, Bash’s presence only pissed me off further.

  “Counterproductive my ass,” Rory blurted out, as he flexed his arms. “I hit rock bottom. You hit rock bottom. Shit, Bash was right there with us. We fucking survived the gutter.”

  “You think I don’t know that? Every damn day that shit crosses my mind, does that mean I’m looking to relive it?”

  A bout of emptiness hung in the air. Not much space existed between the three of us. And as much steam channeled out from Rory, my fury was replicated. It wasn’t just this situation, we carried a load much greater than many.

  “Dude.” Bash dug in first to Rory, then turned next to me. “Dude.

  The only response to travel amongst any of us was the raging breaths. Our emotions, our nerves, and even our actions were on the verge of an epic explosion.

  “I’ve danced around you two, and this bullshit for long enough.” Bash rested a hand on our shoulders. Neither one of us did anything more than flinch, just slightly. The tension stretched throughout the home, squeezing all life and sanity from Rory and me.

  We collided. We tossed and slammed each other around the room. The noise from our scuffle echoed through every corner of the house. I heard Bash’s voice in a deep tone, but we were too far gone to listen to any type of reasoning. The one time Bash did try to squeeze in between, he was shoved off to the side. At one point, however, I did catch a glimpse of him as he stood just underneath the threshold leading further back into a short hallway. Bash’s arms were folded and his back rested against the wall. His eyes were squinted, though his lips turned up at the very edges. That brief distraction was enough to throw me off from Rory, and get clobbered in the process. Once steadied again, we went on to exchange punch after punch and kick after kick until I threw up my hands in surrender.

  “Enough!” I called through a heavy gasp.

  It didn’t take much to stop Rory either, as he leaned forward. His palms held firm to his thighs.

  “What the hell is this?” I shouted, still struggling to catch my breath.

  “You’re a douche bag,” Rory answered, but turned to point at Bash instead of me.

  “You’re turning this on me? You’re an asshole, but you wanna blame me?” Bash maintained his distance.

  “We’re about re
ady to kill each other, but you stand at the sidelines to watch,” Rory defended himself. He walked straight to confront Bash head on.

  “He’s got a point,” I chimed in.

  “Screw you both. I’ve always felt like the odd man out. It’s always your choices, your decisions. And-and you still never told me how we got the money to buy all this shit and houses and cars.”

  A cold chill raced down my back. There were certain things we never discussed, things we never ever thought about. For me and Rory, our financial woes were one of them. Bash might’ve been part of our brotherhood, but we had no choice than to keep him in the dark.

  “Get the hell outta here,” Rory commanded. This wasn’t just something he’d thrown out. He truly meant it. I knew him enough to realize he’d had his fill with Bash. “We’re brothers. If there was something you needed to know, then your ass would’ve known it. Everything I do for myself, I damn well do it for you too. Everything Knox does for himself, he damn well does it for us too. So what the hell are you bitching about?”

  “Man, I’m not gonna allow myself to get ganged up. I’m out.” Bash walk out of the door without looking back. We stared after him.

  I was the first to speak. “He’s right, Rory.”

  “There’s nothing to be right or wrong about. It just is.”

  “All this talk about the past; now you wanna avoid it, Rory?”

  He shook his head, then wrapped his palms around a mass of red hair. Rory could be a loose cannon when he wanted to be. I knew much of who he was, but also I knew there was a helluva lot more. He talked the talk, and for the most part walked the walk. But considering what we’d done to get here, I understood why someone like him would shut down.

  ~

  So much flashed through my mind, but everything centered on Kasha. If anything had happened to her, I can’t say I would've been able to remain calm. At the same time, this all pointed to me and Erika. As much as I couldn't stand Rory's behavior right then, I trusted him more than Bash.

  Since Erika had gotten back in touch with her family, she had all sorts of twisted individuals in her life. This vendetta she now had against Kasha, it had to end, and whoever was edging her on needed to get shut down as well. I had to confront her now. There was no telling what would happen or if any of her family would be around. Honestly, I didn't give a shit. I tried her number, only to be sent to voicemail after two rings.

  This was gonna be a long-ass day. Someone had to address this. Yeah, I felt like shit for Erika getting hurt. I’m not a heartless bastard. But damn. I needed to approach this head on, even though this could blow up in my face. I would be fine. I only had to make sure Kasha would be as well. So I set aside my pride and texted Rory Kasha’s number. I didn't attach an explanation, since I wasn't sure myself. If anything major went down, he had to be able to protect her for me.

  Right after, I decided to seek out my ex-fiancé.

  Erika’s car was gone. But Bash’s truck idled in the front. He was still in the driver’s seat, watching as I turned up the driveway. When I parked and got out, he did too.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked. This was never the norm for him. In the several years since I’d owned the house, I don’t think he’d come here more than five times.

  “Rory is out of control,” he began. I was beyond stunned over the level of hate Bash showed against our friend, our damn brother. “He thinks this shit is about him. That asshole can’t do shit for me.”

  I unlocked the door. Bash forced his way in right behind me.

  “Whatever the hell is going on with you, I’m gonna need you to calm down.” I left him at the entrance, right on the inside of the door. “Don’t move, I’ll be back.” Since Erika wasn’t here, I surveyed the house. Everything was exactly the same as earlier.

  I heard the front door pull, then shut.

  Good, he needed to leave.

  The place just didn’t have the feeling of being mine anymore. Whether it was the level of insanity traveling amongst the walls, or the negative individuals, I felt a disconnect from my castle. Going down the stairs, I grunted to receive visual confirmation that Bash had left and moved to lock the door.

  A loud noise rang through my head as my hand rested on the doorknob. That along with a brutally heavy force.

  ~

  Kasha

  ~

  “It can’t be this serious, Kash. Granted, you screwed her man, but there’s gotta be more,” Tea broke the long silence.

  I lifted my shoulders to shrug her off. Tea hadn’t said anything wrong or foreign. Getting pissed off over Knox would’ve been a usual response. Sending a hitman after me, one that returned for blood, was a story all in itself. After my best friend’s obvious remarks, I had no response. Neither of us spoke again until we reached Teagan’s townhouse, some fifteen minutes south in Middletown.

  “He hasn’t called?” Tea’s question was tinged with an accusatory tone.

  “I don’t know. I turned it off right after we left out.” I knew what was going through my friend’s mind. I knew her long enough and had been privy to her far off antics to know her mind was racing. So I added, “Knox isn’t that guy, Tea.”

  “What guy, Kasha?” Without waiting for a reply, Tea shut down the car, hopped out and promptly collected the bags from the back seat. “He isn’t what guy, Kash? You’re too innocent to know that type of guy. That shit in Florida,” her voice dipped low, “don’t believe it’s that simple. Van was a worthless ass. You don’t know trouble.”

  “And what about you, Teagan?” I pitched out in a heightened tone as she hurried behind while carrying two travel bags. “You might’ve been with a few assholes, but what do you know otherwise?”

  “Do you think I’m in Delaware for the scenery? That flakey chick isn’t me by one damn bit, Kasha! And it damn sure better not be who you plan on being.” Once inside, Tea dropped the luggage she’d carried, then spun to her friend. “Since you have this blind loyalty for this guy, fine. But whatever his girl’s got going on, I can assure you that she’s not done with him and she’s sure as hell not finished pursuing your ass.”

  “I want him, Tea.” I hated the downplayed references, but knew they were perhaps factual.

  “And you’re sure he’s not just up for some ass?”

  Even in the midst of serious talk, Tea still had time to spew silliness. I made every attempt to keep a straight face, biting my lips shut and getting creepy with a wide-eyed stare.

  “I need you to be good, safe.” That quickly, she went from joking around to cautious. This was her, and she was meant to be my sister in this life. I was willing to take her any way she came packaged. “I can’t . . .”

  “You’re beyond silly, but Teagan, you don’t have to explain anything to me.”

  “I know that I don’t, but someday I will.” Tea’s eyes glistened with the reply.

  I didn’t miss that part. From time to time she’d bare her soul to me; not often, but enough. I always picked up on what she consistently threw out. Part of me didn’t want to wait for someday to come, I wanted to know now. Something, or perhaps someone, had hurt my friend. I watched Tea move further into the home with regret compiling within. I remained close to the door, almost unwilling to proceed through this unbelievably tiresome day any longer. I couldn’t help but wonder why life had to be so complex.

  Why did there have to be heartbreak?

  Why did good people have to get hurt?

  Why, although it went against what I professed, couldn’t the rotten ones just remain together? Why instead did they have to corrupt the world with their shenanigans and bullshit?

  Feeling even more worn out than before, I rubbed the back of my hand at my cheeks. It was only as I went to reach for the next bag that I realized it wasn’t on my shoulder. I stepped over the ones we’d released in the middle of the entrance hallway, while preparing to exit the door.

  “Tea, I’ll be—”

  The same asshole that had come to my place earl
ier reached for me. It wasn’t enough that we had fought him off before; he now had the upper hand as his hand went at my neck. He was maybe six-five, with a grip capable of lifting me from the floor. My legs dangled.

  The circulation had already started to cut. My breathing slowed. Even the darkness seemed to loom. I prepared to give in as a single teardrop rolled down my cheek. Then I thought about Teagan. It was clear that this man was set to kill me. But what would he do to my bestie?

  Dear God!

  This thought gave me reason to fight.

  I swung my feet, though they were nowhere close to touching the ground. I opened my eyes wide, only to stare into jet black ones that must’ve been owned by the Devil. This guy scared the crap out of me. Between the height and the powerful way in which he took to ending my life, he had to be the most terrifying force I’d ever come in contact with. But I would not give in. When I couldn’t secure a grip of his black tee shirt, or even lessen his hold by clawing at his fists, I opened my arms to the sides. I shook just enough, with every bit of the strength I had remaining. This only helped his cause, as he promptly rushed me to a nearby wall to the left.

  “Please,” I barely managed.

  “Shooo,” he responded as his brash fingers tightened around my neck.

  My hands continued wailing at the sides until, in an unintended move, I felt the hallway table. I raised an arm just enough to reach the lamp that I’d given Teagan as a housewarming gift. I made a quick yank, and bashed the side of the guy’s head with one wave.

  He instantly sent me crashing to the ground. Though my throat burned, I recognized the fight was far from over. I kept hitting the strange, tall intruder over and again until he fell to the ground.

  He’d violated my space and Tea’s. He’d touched me. He’d forced himself into my space with that damned gasoline scent that was bound to remain with me each and every time this day came to mind.

  “Leave me alone!” I screamed about a minute later when the discomfort had worn off somewhat.