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.
––––––––
W 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.
“Hi, Krinos. We’re going to take a little ride, and you’re going to be a good girl,” he says, sliding in next to me.
“Like fuck I am,” I spit, turn around and punch him in the jaw. The door next to me opens and someone hits me hard in my kidneys. It takes me a moment to turn around, and when I do, I see the guy from the strip joint.
“Fucking great,” I mutter. Just then, the car takes off with Paul driving; now I understand why he was shaking. Fucking bastard, I’ll stab him myself. Fucked-up drugo dude leans in and smells me; I push him away, and he laughs.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, bitch, you won’t know what hit you. Then I’m going to take that knife you stabbed Christian with, shove it up your cunt and fuck you with that.” I elbow him in the nose, and he screams. I try to reach over him to get to the door handle, and I’m stabbed in the leg with something sharp.
I turn around to look at Christian, and he is smiling victoriously. He leans in close to me while I’m trying not to scream from the pain and whispers in my ear. “You think you can do a man’s job? I won’t be taking orders from a woman, ever, bitch. This is a man’s business, no room for pussy; that’s only good for one thing.” Then he leans in and licks up my face. I try my hardest not to puke from disgust and look back down at my leg; the knife is still in there. I go to remove it, and he stops