by Amo Jones
“Nice to meet you.”
Both of them have hair, as white as snow, and porcelain skin. They look similar, too similar. Maybe twins.
“How’d that go, baby girl?” Kenan asks, gesturing over to where I was sitting behind the fire pit with his bag of Cheetos.
I take a swig of water. “Fine.”
“You looked comfortable, girl,” Rose slurs, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
I laugh. “I was.” I squeeze the lid back onto the bottle and rest into my chair. “Until his mother came.”
Perse snorts, blazing up a joint and passing it to Rose. I watch as Rose takes a couple of hits.
“She is a bitch.” Perse shakes her head. “The first time I met her I remember thinking ‘Damn. I’m so glad I’m not dating her son’.” Everyone starts laughing except me.
“Thanks, Perse. Real comforting.”
She laughs hard, banging on her chest. “Sorry, hon.” Rose hands me the rolled up joint and I take it from her, bringing the tip to my mouth.
“What if this is a mistake?”
Merica sighs. “The mistakes you make when you’re young are what help you grow as an adult, and how you deal with those mistakes as you get older, is what molds you into a woman. It’s all a fucking ploy.”
Everyone silences.
I search her features. “That’s really deep.” I hand her the joint and she takes it, sucking on it softly. Merica seems demure and gentle. “You obviously dealt with it fine. I might need some tips.”
Merica chuckles, coughing softly while banging on her chest and passing it off to Eden. Her honey eyes come to mine. “I merely learned how to hide mine, so I didn’t have to cope with them.”
“You guys are killing my buzz,” Maya murmurs, bringing her eyes to me. “You and Killian. What’s going on there?”
I didn’t want to talk to her about me and Killian. In fact, I wanted to keep her the hell away from him and I.
“Nothing really to tell,” I answer truthfully. “We’re just us.”
“You’re just ‘us’?” she throws back, eyebrows raised. “I get you’re fairly new to Midnight Mayhem and The Brothers of Kiznitch, but Killian doesn’t do ‘us,’ so I’d remove that from the Saskia Dragavei dictionary.”
I let her rage pass me as she leans back in her chair and goes back to whatever it is that’s going on in that head of hers. I don’t have to justify Killian and I to anyone. I can’t even explain it to myself, let alone to other people.
I look straight at Kenan, who stops chewing, his eyes on mine. He nods. You okay?
I shrug. Whatever. I’ve never been the type of girl to have a lot of friends. I was never popular at school. I struggled to have girlfriends at a young age, and by the time girls wanted to be my friend, I had already figured out that most of them were only my friend so that they could learn my weakness. I decided to stick to myself.
I went through high school this way. I had one other person who I could maybe classify as a friend, and that was because I saved her from the Regina Georges when they shoved her head in one of the toilets in the girl’s bathroom.
“Really?” I scolded Alicia Rogers, aka the lead bitch who ran the school. I scrubbed my hands while watching Alicia and her loyal pack of hounds as they laughed, holding Alexa’s head over the white porcelain bowl. “You couldn’t think of something more original? You’re all such a fucking cliché.” I wiped my hands with a paper towel before tossing it into the trash. I reached into the stall, grabbing the back of Alexa’s backpack and shoving her to her feet.
I looked at all of them until I finally rested on Alicia. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t so much as mouth off. I think mostly, she was shocked. The quiet girl has a voice?
“Saskia, hey, didn’t know you were there…” Alicia murmured nervously. She was still wearing her cheer uniform from an early morning practice, and of course, she was obviously dating the star quarterback of our school, and of course he was cheating on her behind her back with her bff, also known as Grace Marks, the beach blonde standing beside her.
“Sure,” I answer, pulling Alexa behind me. “Leave her alone.” I dragged Alexa out of the bathroom behind me.
I don’t know if the reason why they stopped picking on her was because they were either scared of me or because they didn’t know what to think of me. Silence is a weapon when everyone around you has so much to say. When I say I was a loner, it was by choice. People always gravitated toward me, wanting to be my friend, or just downright wanted to know the weird pretty girl with no emotions. Their words, never mine. Anyway, since being here, I’ve found another friend.
Well, three actually.
Perse, Val, and Kenan. That is more than enough friendships to have in a lifetime.
“Where’s Val?” I ask as soon as I realize she’s not here. “She’s supposed to be staying at mine.”
Maya doesn’t answer.
Kenan gestures inside. “She went back to your place.”
I grab my phone and flick through the new text from Val.
V: I’m sorry. I had to tap out. I think I need to put some distance between her and I before I can do this.
My heart sinks for her. I hate that Maya is so obviously toying with her feelings.
Me: It’s okay. That works for me anyway. I’ll be home soon.
She sends another one through just as I’m about to put my phone down. No, you’re not. I saw you all snuggly on Trickster’s lap. Girl, you are so gone. Be careful.
My heart races in my chest as I read over those words. Before I can stop myself, I realize I’m smiling like a nerd.
I hit reply. Don’t judge me. I’m always careful.
She sends a whole lot of laughing emojis. I just hope these walls are soundproof. Night x
I send her a quick reply before tossing it back onto the table. I genuinely care for Val, as much as I could care for someone. It wasn’t something I expected either, since she threw so much shade toward Perse when she got here, but I think she has changed. Drastically since Perse and King have been together.
Arms wrap around my neck and I instantly melt into a puddle of goo. His cologne is like a welcome home, his touch a reminder of why I’ll never be satisfied with any other man.
I bend my neck to look at him.
He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. Then another. Until Kenan is groaning and throwing Cheetos at us.
“Ready to go?” he asks. Perse is smirking at me smugly.
Everyone is so interested.
Sliding up from my chair, I grab my keys and phone off the table before following him out the front door.
“Wait!” I reach for his hand. “Where’s Kyrin? We should talk with him.”
“I already have. He was down there with us. Why do you think I took so long?” He tilts his head at me, searching my eyes.
I shrug. “Figured you were stuck with your mom?”
His face falls slightly. “Yeah, that.” He turns and I jog, catching up to him.
“Everything okay?” I ask as we fall into step. Figure we can pick the car up in the morning and we could probably do with the walk.
Killian doesn’t answer me, his attitude shifting one-hundred different ways. Something is bothering him. Bad. His confusion of whatever he’s dealing with is starting to shine bright like a diamond.
“Killian,” I say, a little frustrated. “You can talk to me.”
“Sass, some shit isn’t easy to say. Just drop it for now.”
I think over his words, and I know that right now isn’t the right time, so I decide to drop it.
For now.
The gravel crunches beneath my feet as we get closer and closer to my house. He hooks his arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his chest, stopping his walk. He kisses the top of my head, and I’m momentarily paralyzed by his silhouette. Wrapping his fingers around the edge of his hoodie, he flicks it down until it’s resting around my shoulders.
“Listen.” He clears his throat, his arm hooking a
round my back. “What I’m about to tell you, I’m telling you here because there’s nowhere for you to run and there’re no weapons that you can use against me—or at the very least access to use against me.”
My heart stops for a few seconds as the silence stretches between us. Scenarios go through my head. One after the other. Thinking of what he could have done. Truthfully, it’s Killian, he could have done anything.
His arm tightens. “The day before we were leaving Kiznitch, when I left you in bed to see Delila, she told me something that I’ve been trying to get to the bottom of. I can’t tell you what that is right now, because I’m a Brother, that means that we don’t share anything outside of our star unless we all agree it needs to be shared. You have to understand that this is what I live by, bleed for and kill for…” He tests the words out on his tongue.
I put my hand up. “Okay hang on. Before you move on, yes, I understand and I respect that. But you say kill…”
Killian silences. “Yes.”
“Is that what you do?” I ask, squeezing his arm.
“Yes.”
“Often?” I don’t know why that was the first thing I could think of to ask. I think it’s under panic. I know that he told me he had killed someone in Kiznitch to protect me, but I gathered he was lying. Or joking. Now I’m thinking, not so much.
“Too much.”
I suck in a deep breath before asking my next question. “The person you killed in Kiznitch?”
“Yeah?”
I lick my lips. “How did you know that it was me he was after? It could have been anyone?” And I find it hard to believe that someone would be coming to kill me. Me. You don’t get any more civilian type than me in Midnight Mayhem.
He wraps his arms around me and squeezes tightly before his other hand slips into his back pocket and he hands me something.
I unfold the piece of paper, pulling out my phone to use its flashlight. It’s a photo of me on my eighteenth birthday. I’m smiling up at the camera just before I’m about to blow out my candle. Brian and Alexa were beside me, Hope was taking the shot. We never had any family photos. Hope was always paranoid about photographs, so she never let us take them of her.
“He had this?” I ask, lifting it up to Kill.
Killian shuffles his feet and says, “Yeah. They were looking for an assassin.” He watches my face for a reaction.
My hands shake as I hand it back to him. “I don’t know why someone would hire an assassin to kill me.”
Killian searches my eyes. “You sure you don’t know anything?”
I cross my hands in front of me. “I’ve already told you that I don’t.”
He shakes his head. “Yeah, okay.”
He’s being cryptic, but what he’s asking is for me to respect what the Brotherhood entails, and if anything, I do know about that.
He pulls me back under his arm and kisses me as we make our way back to my house.
After showing him around, we make our way up to my bedroom and I strip out of my clothes. “The things that you can’t tell me…”
Killian stills as he throws his top to the other side of the room. I’m momentarily paralyzed by his body. It’s as though every single inch of him was carved by the finest steel and then polished with gold.
“Does it have something to do with me?”
He drops down onto the bed, running his hands through his hair. “I don’t want to do this right now. If I know something that I think you need to know, then yeah, I’ll raise it with my Brothers.”
I chew on my bottom lip. I want to know. I want to know everything that he knows so that I’m not left out in the dark, but I’m also tired. Drained.
I move to the bed, standing in my lace underwear. His eyes turn dark and heavy.
“Fuck,” he whispers, grabbing me by the ass and pulling me onto his lap. He tears off my bra and looks up at me with a smirk, sucking my nipple into his mouth before tugging on it roughly when he pulls away. “Damn, girl.” His arm wraps around my waist and he slams me down onto the bed, spreading my legs wide with his knees. “I’m going to need you to wrap these sexy as fuck legs around my face.”
His hand runs up my navel, his touch electrifying me in all the right places. I don’t want to think of anything else but him. I want to drown in Killian and never resurface.
His hand moves down my belly and stops at my hip. He peers up at me, licking his lips before he dips underneath, his palm pressing against me.
I moan softly, my eyes drift closed. “Killian…”
A finger slips inside. I gasp, jerking my head back slightly. Leaning up on my elbows, my hair cascades down my back.
“Watch, Little Dragon.” He grips onto my lace panties and tears them off, tucking them into the back of his jean pocket. “Grab your phone.”
“What?” I pant, my chest rising and falling as he unbuckles his belt. His muscles flex around his movement.
“Grab your phone and start recording.”
“Killian!” I laugh. “We can’t make a sex tape. What if someone sees?”
He flicks off his button and unzips his jeans. My mouth waters. “Baby, you’ll be the one holding the phone, so if they see anything, it’ll only be me.”
“Why?” I ask. Why the fuck am I even thinking about this crazy idea?
I watch as his hand disappears into his jeans and he slowly pumps himself while keeping everything hidden. He smirks. “Because when I’m not around, or when something happens and we don’t get along, I don’t want you touching or thinking of anyone else but me when you’re fucking yourself. You have this to use at your every need. Get it.”
I pause. Think for two seconds and then shrug. Reaching aimlessly across the bed, I grab my phone, press the camera icon, and wait for it to open until I’m looking at Killian through my phone with a red light flashing.
He peers up and at the camera, killing me with a grin. “Yours.” He gestures down to his dick with a nudge of his head. “On record.”
My throat tightens as his cock springs free from his pants. His thick, glossy head slicked with pre-cum. He stops, leaning back over me and bending down until his tongue presses against my inner thigh.
I moan, my head tilting back. “No talking, baby, or they’ll know who you are.” He winks at the camera and I suck my lips into my mouth, shaking my head. He knows I can’t be silent to save my life.
He stops. “True that.” He gets to his feet and rips the belt out of his jeans until they fall to the ground.
Killian naked is a bad thing for the entire universe. It would end marriages and split families. I’m too lost in the view that when he’s above my head on the other side of the bed and sliding the belt under my head, my body paralyzes in shock.
He brings his finger to his mouth. “Shhh.” Pulling on the straps until the belt tightens around my mouth, I look up at him as he anchors it.
Fuck. Now I have his leather belt strapped around my head and being used as a gag.
He slides back between my legs and this time skips my inner thighs and presses the front of his tongue against my pussy.
My back arches off the bed as sweat trickles down my scalp. His hand comes to my breast and he flicks it hard at the same time that his tongue assaults my clit. Ruthless. I squeeze as my core clutches and everything south attempts to pull my soul from me. He squeezes my nipple again and all at once I release and my muscles twitch as I shake my orgasm out of myself. I’m barely coming down when he throws my leg over his shoulder and leans up on his elbow.
“Watch, baby. Look at what I do to you.” His finger dips inside of me and he brings it to his mouth, sucking me off. “I need to have this every day.” Then he disappears back between my thighs and I struggle to keep the phone up, recording him as his tongue touches my clit again. I scream, even though it comes out as a muffled roar due to the belt. Two orgasms later, and my body is dripping in sweat, my muscles aching from fatigue. Finally, he raises his head and I whimper, tears prickling the edges of my eyes.
He licks his lips, his smirk or any humor gone as his eyes peer into mine. Reaching forward, he takes the phone from me and stops the recording, tossing it onto the floor.
I remain locked on him, watching every move. Confused, I lean up on my elbows as he comes closer. Grasping around my thighs, he yanks me forward until they’re dangling off the bed. Resting his fists on either side of my head, he searches my eyes. “You gonna be honest with me now, Little Dragon?”
He reaches for the buckle and unlatches it. Pain stings around my mouth once it’s released, the chaffing rubbing into my skin. I probably have Joker lines.
“What?” I’m so tired, I can barely move my mouth.
He remains focused, crawling up my body. He dips down and sucks on my neck. I open my legs wide for him as he sinks inside of me.
I whimper, instantly my body latches itself around him.
“Fuck,” he hisses once he’s gone as deep as he can. He leans up as his hand wraps around my throat. He slowly pulls out, before diving back inside, keeping the pace slow and thick, being sure to hit the perfect spot with every thrust.
“Look at me, Saskia,” he whispers, this time with a small bite in his tone.
I do, slowly.
“Do you remember me?” he groans, his fingers flexing around my throat.
“What?” I ask, confused. That confusion is slowly drowning my pleasure, but it’s making it hard when he’s making everything feel so good.
“Do you remember me?” He exhales. “Fuck. Don’t lie to me. Don’t make me do something I don’t want to do with you.” He grinds against me, rubbing his pelvic bone over my clit.
“Killian.” I reach up for his face. “The first day I met you was the first day I met you.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. Pausing, he stops and pulls out, standing back to his feet and reaching for his jeans. He pulls them up but leaves them unbuckled, reaching for his pack of smokes in his back pocket.
He puts one in his mouth and pulls out my Zippo from his back pocket. I inwardly scold him for once again stealing my Zippo.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my body struggling to move up from my position. Finally, I have enough energy to reach for the covers and wrap them around my body. White silk sticking to my sweaty flesh, with my hair in a bird’s nest around my face.