Read Unfinished Hero 01 Knight Online
Authors: Kristen Ashley
Tags: #contemporary romance, #Erotic Romance
Oh my
God.
“Why did you do that?” I asked quietly.
“Because he set my woman up for eleven years of misery. And I did it before I even knew the fullness of what that bitch of an aunt of yours took from you. I knew to carve a decent life for yourself you worked or went to school sixty hours a week. I also knew you had a cell phone that didn’t work which meant you were unsafe and a woman with a father who gives a fuck about her, no matter her age, would not be unsafe. Not like that. And I knew you had no real family to speak of. He made that happen. I’m not down with that. Payback was not him not being here. Payback was making him pay. That’s no longer an option. He’s dead.”
I didn’t know what to do with this. I didn’t know what to think about this. I didn’t know what to think about
Knight
doing this.
Therefore I didn’t speak.
Knight did, eyes pinned to me.
“It’s time you learn something about me, Anya,” he said gently. “I don’t live in your world. I live in another world. It’s my world. I took it over. I rebuilt it. I own it. I control it. I have a code. Anyone in my world lives by my code. And in my world, a man who shot a husband and father on the way to work then put a bullet in that man’s wife’s brain, my woman’s mother’s brain, does not breathe easy. I can see you strugglin’ with this and I’ll give you time. But you need to come to terms with it. The understanding of retribution is essential in my world. You do not fuck with what’s mine.”
“That was twenty years ago, Knight,” I whispered.
“I don’t give a fuck, Anya.”
“You didn’t even know me then, not even close.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that either.”
“He was paying for his crime,” I reminded him.
“Not hard enough,” he stated firmly.
This, I could not deny, was absolutely true.
I held his eyes.
Then I said quietly and cautiously, “Don’t you think that’s a little crazy?”
“Not… even… close.”
I held my breath.
Knight held my eyes.
I let out my breath and looked away.
“Eyes to me.”
“I need time,” I told the floor.
“Look… at… your… man,” he growled and, my heart beating wild in my chest, my eyes went to him. “You do not fuck with what’s mine.”
I was silent.
Knight was not.
“Carl Sebring came in my life when I was seven and that was the beginning of the end of a life that was pure shit. David Watson came into your life when you were seven and that motherfucker made your life shit. Only when
I
came into it twenty years later did it stop bein’ shit. It is not lost on me we share that age when our lives rocked but I lived seven of bad and I got twenty-eight years of good. You lived seven years of good and got twenty of shit. That is absolutely not acceptable to me. And when something is unacceptable, I do something about it.”
I loved it that he felt that way.
I still could not process what he’d done for me.
So I remained silent.
Knight did not.
“He harmed you, irrevocably. He changed the path of your life. You mentioned my smoking once and then didn’t say dick about it. Women bitch about shit like that. You do not. And it’s not because you were used to it with your aunt. It’s because it reminds you of your father. You loved him, you miss him. So you don’t say dick. You dream more than any fuckin’ person I know. You say they’re all not good. You don’t sleep all night by me but you sleep by me, babe, and if you think for a second I don’t feel you jerk awake at least once every fuckin’ week because you had a bad dream, you’re wrong. I feel it. Every fuckin’ time. You said that started when you were seven. They died when you were seven. He gave you that. He did
all
that. And he paid. That’s what happens in my world to someone who fucks with what’s mine. Like I said, you need to find a way to come to terms with that. You want me to help guide the way, I’m here. You can find that path on your own, good. But you need to find that path, Anya. Because I own you. You live in my world. You need to find a way to live with that, baby. There’s no other option.”
I pressed my lips together. Then I ran them back and forth.
Then I nodded.
Knight studied me.
Then he asked quietly, “When’s the spaghetti gonna be ready?”
“Maybe fifteen minutes. I’ll call you,” I answered softly.
“Right, baby,” he whispered then he turned and walked away.
I watched him go. Then I stayed frozen in place watching where I last saw him.
Then I turned and finished the spaghetti.
* * * * *
I was awake when Knight opened the front door.
I rolled and looked through the dark at his alarm clock to see he was really early. It wasn’t even two in the morning yet.
I rolled back.
My guess, he was worried about me. Or where my head was at. I barely spoke through spaghetti. As he was changing into his suit, I sat on his plush, gray suede couch in front of the TV, mindlessly watching it to the point where, when he came in and his fingers sifted in my hair and gave it a gentle tug back so he could lean in and kiss me, my kiss and farewell were distracted. I knew he felt it, noted it because Knight noted everything. I also knew because his hand in my hair held my head back seconds longer than usual and his eyes roamed my face.
Then he let my hair go but kissed the top of my head and left me.
After he was gone, I didn’t zone out. I was Knight’s and I’d been with him long enough to know what that means. He said he’d give me time but in Knight’s world, even with something this important, that didn’t mean days or weeks. That meant on his schedule. He was decisive. He expected those around him to be the same.
So I tried to figure it out. How I felt about this and it wasn’t lost on me that I never really allowed myself to think about how I felt about the way Knight dealt with my Jerk Landlord Steve or what Knight did with Dick.
He told me he didn’t call the hit on David Watson. He told me he sent his boys to talk to Jerk Landlord Steve and they didn’t like what he said. They didn’t go in and bust him up. He was a jerk
then
they made their point. And Dick quietly moved away. I didn’t see him but no one mentioned that he looked beat up or that there was any ruckus in the building. Dick gave notice, he moved and from what I heard from neighbors I ran into, they were relieved.
Truth be told, I spent so much time burying the fact that David Watson still existed in the world, I honestly could not call up much emotion for the fact he no longer did.
He killed my parents. Knight was right, he altered the path of my life and he harmed me irrevocably. It was random, he didn’t even know them, they’d done him no wrong. He was looking out for himself and jacking up lives along the way, his girlfriend, his baby dead, my parents dead, my life changed forever.
It wasn’t Knight’s responsibility he was dead. He didn’t ask for that. And I didn’t know what it said about me but digging deep and thinking about it, I could also not call up much emotion about the fact that Knight took measures to make him pay. I wouldn’t do it myself. I didn’t condone it. But I didn’t think less of Knight because he did it. He did it for me. He did it because that was the kind of man he was and that was the kind of world he lived in.
And I lived in that world now too.
This was not lost on me though I had been doing what Knight said I was doing. Burying my head. Not thinking about it. But right off the bat, Knight was always who he was, he did what he did, he never hid anything from me.
And I took his hand and walked right into his world.
I could not quibble now.
I had a choice.
Now that my head no longer was buried I could walk out of his world and never look back.
Or stay.
I also knew I didn’t have all the information. Knight said he’d tell me about him when he was ready for me to know. He doled out information carefully and unlike with everything else, he was not generous. I understood this. In his world, I was sensing, he needed to proceed with caution. Even with me. But from the little he told me of his early years, they would mark anybody. There were women, heck, not just women but people, I knew, who would hear his mother was a prostitute, part of his growing up years he grew up in that life and didn’t know who his father was and they’d think things about Knight. That would make anyone wary especially if they were falling in love. He undoubtedly faced those judgments more than once in his life. And he’d given me so much; I could give him time to share at his pace with me.
And that was just it, he’d given me so much. And I wasn’t talking phones, shoes and spas.
I was safe. I was spoiled. I was adored.
I was loved.
I couldn’t dictate how that came about.
Especially not to a man like Knight.
I heard and saw his shadowy frame walk into the bedroom and I watched, motionless, lying on my side in bed, my arms cocked, hands lying in front of me.
He moved around the bed to his side and even though my back was to him, I heard him disrobing, his expensive clothes falling to the floor.
The covers shifted, the bed moved but I didn’t.
Just like Knight, he didn’t waste time. He slid in behind me, one hand trailing down my arm to find mine, his fingers laced through and he pulled both our hands close to my chest as he pressed into my back.
I felt his body, his warmth and smelled his cologne.
I closed my eyes.
His lips came to my ear. “You find the right path?”
He knew I was awake.
I was right. He came home early worried about me. Where I was. With him.
I had to decide.
Right now.
Walk out of his world and never look back.
Or stay.
My mouth decided for me.
I opened my eyes and whispered, “Yes.”
His fingers tensed in mine and I listened to him draw in a deep breath, wondering what was next. What he’d do.
He let me go and rolled away.
I lay still.
“Up on your knees, Anya, facing me.”
I felt a heady curl between my legs.
I’d made the right decision. Call me crazy but, I was the woman for him just as I was and just as he was, Knight Sebring was the man for me.
Then I pushed up, the covers fell away and I turned, getting up on my knees, facing Knight.
“Closer, baby.”
I shifted closer.
“Lose the cami.”
My fingers went into my camisole. I lifted it up, pulled it off and tossed it aside.
His fingers trailed along the top of my thigh lightly then disappeared.
Through this and after, I trembled.
“Pull your shorts down and your panties.”
Another heady curl that whirled up to my belly.
I pulled my shorts and panties down to my thighs.
“Drop to a hip, baby, get rid of them then back on your knees.”
I fell to my hip, pulled my pajama shorts and panties free of my legs and tossed them aside. Then I regained my knees.
“Closer,” he whispered and I shifted close so my knees were against his side. “Anya,” his whisper had changed, slight rebuke, “you know what I like.”
For a second, I was confused.
Then I slid my knees out slightly wide.
I was rewarded as his hand slid up the inside of my thigh then started lightly playing between my legs.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured.
The curl started to become an ache.
He was silent as his fingers moved and played oh so light between my legs.
“Give Daddy more,” he muttered and my legs slid wider. I did good and I knew it when his thumb flicked hard against my clit and I gasped. “That’s good, baby.”
I noticed movement and watched as his hand went to his cock and as he played with me, he idly stroked himself.
God, I loved to watch him do that.
I loved it but watching it, I wanted to do it. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted him in me.
I whimpered.
His thumb again flicked my clit and my hips jerked.
“Whose world do you live in, Anya?” he asked so softly I barely heard.
“Your world.”
Another flick, oh God,
God,
it scored through me.
“Who owns you, baby?”
“You do.”
Another flick, my hips jerked again and I mew slid out of my throat.
Two of his fingers slid inside, deep, and I bit my lip.
“Who owns this cunt?” he whispered.
“You do.”
“Who does?”
“You do, Daddy.”
Another flick, another hip jerk, another mew.
God!
His fingers slid out and he went back to playing.