Krinos (Take Over Series) (4 page)

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’ve decided to take the following day off and go shopping; I tell Rock, and he rolls his eyes at me. Sometimes, I have to remember he is a man and doesn’t like shopping, instead of a friend who doesn’t talk to me.

We head to Rodeo Drive to have a look at what’s new, and I spot someone who looks very familiar. He has another blonde beauty attached to his arm, but I’m pretty sure it’s Stefanos. I go into the first shop I can so he doesn’t see me, but silly me, I forgot I have the Rock with me. And that fella is hard to miss.

“Princess.” I hear him call me and pretend not to hear his sexy, panty-dropping voice. I feel him come up behind me and grab my ass. This motherfucker is crazy; he might be great in bed and a hell of a lot of fun to look at, but that does not give him a free pass.

“Unless you want another fucked-up jaw, remove your mitts,” I tell him without facing him.

“Feisty, just the way I like them,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers all the way to my core.

“Where are your Barbies today? Shouldn’t you be occupying them?” I ask him, spinning around to see him, and oh, my God, I wish I’d kept my back to him. He has black slacks on with a white, button-up shirt rolled up to his elbows; he is one fine-ass motherfucker.

“Oh, you know, Princess, when I see something I want, I get it,” he tells me looking, me up and down. I’m only wearing a maxi dress today, because I thought it would be easier to slip in and out of when I try on clothes.

I don’t even acknowledge him and walk out to Rock, standing near the door. I tell him it’s time to go, and he smirks at me, the bastard.

My father calls me when I’m on my way home and tells me we are to meet at one of the strip clubs. I fill Rock in, and he takes me there. Once I pull up, I notice a lot of people at the front talking, and my father and Stefanos are among them.

“Krinos is here, so let’s go in and start the meeting; I don’t have all fucking day,” my father says. Just as we start to walk to the entrance, I see two cars come into the parking lot. They are driving really slowly, and I have the strangest feeling this is not good. Stefanos looks up and meets my eyes; he knows something is sus, as well. I immediately run to my father when I see a gun being lifted from the window; I stand in front of him and pull mine from my garter. The first shot is fired, and I’m not sure whom it hit or who they are aiming for, though my money is on my father. Rock comes and stands next to me to block him from being hit, and I take off toward the car to get a better shot. Shots are being fired left, right and center; I feel a bullet graze my arm but ignore the pain and keep on going.

Just as I get close enough to take a perfect shot, the car drives off. The men are wearing ski masks, so I have no idea who they are. I crouch down to the  ground and fire at one tire, which makes the car spin out and hit a light post.

I look back to see who has been hurt then run off after the car before anyone manages to escape. I see Rock lying on the floor, and my heart pitter-patters. I see Stefanos leaning down behind him, so I know he will be fine, and I take off to the car while I still have the chance.

I look into the car with my gun pointed straight at them and see the passenger through the front windscreen; the driver seems to be stuck and can’t get his seatbelt undone. I walk around to him because the other guy will be no use to me and fire at his seat belt. He jumps and puts his hand in the air as a surrender, and I rip him from the car by his hair. He falls like a heap to the floor, and I climb on him and straddle him. He is only wearing sunnies, so I can see what he looks like. He would be in his early twenties, my age.

“Who fucking sent you?” I ask with my gun to his head; I can feel him shaking under me.

“I don’t know.... I was only the driver,” he stutters. I pull him up by his hair and walk over to my father. My father has death written all over his face, and if I weren’t his daughter, I would piss my pants. I tell him he doesn’t know who sent him, and my father shakes his head, then pulls out his gun and shoots him point-blank in the chest.

We don’t even bother going inside; one of my father’s goons hoists Rock into the car and takes him to their doctors. I look over and see my father watching Rock. I know he cares deeply for him, as he has been with him for as long as I can remember which is why he is my bodyguard. I feel Stefanos’ presence before I see him, and I have mixed feelings for this man; I can’t quite wrap my head around them just yet.

“Princess, time to take you home,” he says, laying a hand on my hip. I feel like I want to melt into all that is this man, but I have bigger things to deal with.

I need to know who is after us, and fast, before more people are hurt or killed.

I turn toward my father and see him eyeing Stefanos and where his hand is placed. Stefanos doesn’t move it, though; he keeps it on my hip, filling me with warmth, and for the first time, I don’t want to punch him in the face.

“It’s retaliation, I think, for letting my daughter take over,” my father tells Stefanos, who nods in agreement while I shake my head no.

“Why, because I’m a girl?” I ask, sounding pissed off; it’s always about what’s between my legs.

“Yes, Princess. No girl has ever had so much power before, and in their eyes, no girl should ever,” Stefanos says for my father.

“So, what, they want me dead so I’m not in charge? And they call women pussies,” I scoff and walk off toward the car to go home.

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e arrive home, and we have guards everywhere; I feel like a prisoner, and I need to escape. We have guards at our doors, at our front and back gates and even one inside the house. My father and Stefanos are talking business, and I asked to excuse myself; I can’t listen to it anymore. I’m fucking over today. I decide to go for a shower and relieve myself, hoping it will get rid of some tension.

I have my rabbit with me in the shower. I start the rabbit and massage the vibrations up and down my clit. I lay my head back on the tiles, close my eyes and imagine someone else touching me. A guy with big, brown eyes and long eyelashes seems to pop into my head; I’m getting wetter with just the thought of him. I place the rabbit at my entrance, massage my breasts, and lean my head further back so I’m looking up to the ceiling.

“Fuck, Princess.” I drop my rabbit and turn to see Stefanos standing in my bathroom, fully-unclothed and stroking his cock. My head spins for a second and instead of kicking him out, I’m going to have fun.

“You like what you see, big boy?” I ask him, squeezing my nipples even harder; he doesn’t reply, just stands there, watching me. I place one of my fingers in my mouth and then gradually creep it down my body, going slowly between my breasts. I stop just above my belly button and circle it, then ever so slowly bring it down to my clit. I give myself a rub and look up to see his eyes trained on me.

He moves so fast, you would think he was fucking Superman. He lifts me out of the shower, places me in front of the mirror and stands behind me. He pulls my hips back so I’m positioned for him and slams straight into my already-wet pussy. I have been fucked hard before several times but this, though it’s mixed between pleasure and pain. He grabs my hair and pulls me up while he is still vigorously slamming my pussy; he pulls my hair so far back, I have to lean my head on his front. It hurts, but the pleasure is overriding the pain. Just as I’m about to come, he grabs hold of my breast and squeezes then bites my shoulder.

He pulls out of me slowly, and I’m still on cloud nine. “Next time, fucking invite me; otherwise, I’ll do worse,” he growls in my ear, and I’m tempted to do it again just for him to catch me and live up to that threat.

As he walks out of my bathroom naked, he turns around to look at me. “You know you’re mine now. No one, and I mean no one, is to touch that pussy but me, yourself included,” he tells me, and just before he struts out, I yell at him.

“In your fucking dreams, mate. I don’t do ownership.” He struts over to me and places his hand on my pussy, lightly stroking it.

“This, Princess, is mine. Don’t go deluding yourself with other thoughts,
it’s fucking mine!”
He growls that last piece in my ear. He removes his hand from my waxed and thoroughly fucked pussy then licks his fingers in front of me before leaving.

Once I’ve actually showered, I look in the mirror and see my breast has a bruise starting to form, and my shoulder has bite marks all over it. Anyone would think I’m a dog, and he is marking his territory. I decide to change into a pair of black slacks and a white tank top before I head downstairs and hear everyone talking. I walk straight down and Stefanos’ eyes find me straight away; I look away, and he comes to stand closer to me.

“Krinos, we know who it is,” one of my father’s goons tells me.

“It’s Christian’s men. He has not taken kindly to you and wants you gone,” Stefanos tells me; my anger is boiling. This is the man I met who thinks no woman should rank higher than a man; he is the bastard I stabbed in the leg for touching me.

“We’re meeting him in half an hour at his warehouse,” my father tells me then walks over to me.

“You are my daughter, remember that. No one will push you around and tell you what you think and what you can be. You will be the boss, Krinos, just as your father.” I nod my head at him, and he leans in and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

I look up and see Stefanos watching my father and me. He has a strange look on his face, and I’m wondering what it’s for; is it jealousy, as he was meant to take over eventually? I decide to leave that situation alone.

“Boss, what if it’s a trap?” Stefanos asks him.

“We will kill them all,” he says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world to do.

“They might just want Krinos, though,” one of my father’s goons says, and I remind myself I really have to learn their names.

“They won’t touch her; I will kill them where they stand if they do,” Stefanos declares, which makes my father’s head swing around and face him.

“You fucking my daughter, Stefanos?” he asks him, sounding not very happy. I look to Stefanos with a smile on my face to see what he will say.

“Yes, Boss, and she is mine.”

“Hold your horses, bastard, I told you I’m not. Get that fucking thought out of your head before I smack it out of you,” I tell him, poking him in the chest to prove my point.

“Good luck with that, son.” My father walks off, smiling.

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e pull up to the warehouse in three carloads: I am with my father, Stefanos is with his people and our goons are following us. Stefanos insisted I ride with him, and my father laughed at that, too; I ignored him and got into the car with my father. We see two cars parked out front. My father insisted I wait in the car till it’s good for me to come in, and I agree.

I watch as they all walk in, and I’m left in the car with the driver, who is currently my bodyguard. I look at him and see him fidgeting and shaking his hands on the steering wheel.

“What’s your name?” I ask him, because I really do need to learn these things.

“Paul, Miss.” I say my hello and look down at my phone, waiting for the call. I hear the car door open and look up, expecting it to be my father, but it’s Christian.