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Miss Khandie

By: SweetNightingale



(Dear readers, this is my very first time posting or sharing ANY of my FAVORITE pieces of work on any site. I cherish honesty more than anything so please give me honest feed back and let me know if you would like it to continue. I have read a number of other writers work on here and I'm sorry that my piece didn't really have that much sex in it. Perhaps there will be more later but I would like to know what you all think FIRST(-:; Thanks!)

P.S. 

All future work posted here are done by iPod so please excuse any mistakes made that I have missed.

Xoxo,

Nightingale 

[1]

  Everyone was having a good time. People drinking, smoking, making out...what kind of party would it be if people weren't practically getting it on all over your house? In your parents' bedroom? How about the bathroom? Yeah. Well this is the thing. Sure, the party was going great, but there was Khandi with the pink cotton candy hair that curled in the most delicate way you could sit there for hours and play with it. Her green eyes and red coated lips had all the guys paying attention to her. But there's a catch. Sure, she has a really bangable body, one of those not too skinny not too thick bodies. Just the type of body with enough gorgeous curves you'd ask her to model naked for you just so you could stare at it. Yeah, this was Khandi, and of course I forgot to mention the catch, but here it is. She's a guy. She had some work done but you can't really tell, the works all in the tits. A she-he, what?? That's right. All the guys know this and you would think with how many straight guys there were staring at her as if she was a porn star right out of a magazine she really was a chick but she's not. Yeah, she sounds like one, she looks like one but underneath it all there's that one spot that proves she's not a full blown chick.

  Ah, what's my point? This is what happened to Khandi and her cute emocore boyfriend Frank and her ex who was there, yup right there in the kitchen, snuggled up against the crowd talking shit like always. And see, Khandi's right there by the fridge with her glass of champagne whispering things to Frank who's eyeing Jason because he won't stop hounding on her. But people are laughing and having a great time! That is, until Jason flips a cap and out of nowhere, shoves his hand in Khandi's face and slams her back against the fridge. Frank jumps back with that shocked look on his face like, "What the fuck?" and then Khandi drops her glass, shoves Jason back, Jason punches Khandi, Frank jumps Jason-there's blood and fists flying everywhere. What just happened? Oh right, Jason and Frank are fighting. Frank's blacking out, Jason's trying to get free, his head get's slammed against the kitchen counter, Khandi's yelling and trying to pull Frank off but Frank shoves her so hard she trips over someone in those sexy white glass heels she's wearing and people start yelling and cheering Frank on who's now completely blacked out. THEN. Here's the good part, here comes Cory. This is the man of the house, the man who threw the party, the man who Khandi's already fucked-more than once might I add...the man who breaks the fight up. He grabs Frank while a few other people grab Jason but Frank's still going at it. Cory yells, "Khandi get him in check!" While he shoves a hand into Jason's chest while in the mean time Jason's still trying to come at Frank and Frank's trying to get to Jason. Whoa...everyone's standing there. Cory's staring at Jason, Jason's breathing is out of control and to top that off, he now has a concussion, yeah so he may need to get his head checked out. Khandi's got a tight grip on Frank and she's pulling him towards the threshold of the kitchen. Somehow during all the ruckus she suffered a busted lip? What? How? Who cares? "Frank, let's go. It's done now." She says. Frank's still regaining his composure. His eye site just came back into focus and that overwhelming nausea feeling he gets when he blacks out has finally passed. Holy-fucking-shit. Where am I in all this? Well, I'm the observer. I was in the living room while all this happened, see I have this crush on Khandi and she's on my to-do list but now I have to lay real low because I know what Frank's capable of. Jason's going down, holy shit; people are lifting him and carrying him towards the front door. Wow, what a party right? Yeah, this is the story of my life.

[2]

  I finally had her. We were at another party, she'd come alone because Jason was here too and she didn't want Frank getting in another fight with him. I was with Jason though and I knew he wanted to fuck her again. It's the little things. The look in someone's eyes, the way they talk or move or even give off signs. He gave off a sign. She didn't care he'd hit her or shoved her against the fridge the other night, she wanted him. She liked it rough; she adored physical contact whether it was loving or abusive.

"What's your name again?" She asked me tilting her head. I could tell she was checking me out; her eyes had dropped to the front of my pants more than once. We were in the hallway near the closet located just under the stairs. The house was crowded, there weren't any free spaces or rooms for that matter to hide in and fuck. So...Jason and I had a choice. Do we fuck her out here? Or take her to the car and fuck her out there? 

"Trevor." 

"Oh, yeah. You dated my sister there for awhile."

"I did?"

"Her name's Rachel."

"Oh yeah I remember her."

"Hey Jason, go get us a drink will you? I'll talk to you in a minute." He turned but I knew he was jealous, he wanted us to take her then and there but I couldn't. I couldn't keep my eyes off hers when she spoke to me. She turned back towards me as he left, taking my hand and moving passed me towards the front door. "Let's get out of here; I'm not fucking him again. Frank would kill me."

  We drove for miles. A straight line out in the middle of nowhere. Kinda like the on-going end scene in Lost Highway when David Bowe starts singing. She said there was this cabin her grandpa owned. They used it during the summer. She wanted to go there and get away for awhile and she wanted me to go with her. When we got there she blasted the music so loud I couldn't hear what she said when she spoke, so I turned it down a little and watched her dance while she mixed drinks for us, swaying those curvy hips and moving her long legs. She sang softly, I could barely hear her and I wondered. Did it really matter that she was a guy underneath? I mean you could hardly tell. I wonder if she knew if I knew. I wonder if she'd get embarrassed when I found out. Finally the drinks were made. She came back into the living room from the kitchen, mind you, this cabin is small. The loft, kitchen and living room all connect together, then there's the stairs just in front of the door and that one master bedroom with the one bathroom. Her grandpa used to live here alone she said. He always brought her here with him. She handed me a glass, spilling drink here and there but I didn't care, she was too sexy to look away from. Her breasts teased me with the way they moved and peaked out of her baby blue V neck top. God the things I could say...

"So what did you mean when you said Frank would kill you if he knew you were fucking Jason?" She grinned taking a sip of her drink and settling down in my lap. The fire burned hot and her body heat drove me insane.

"You know Frank and I are just really good friends right? We're not together. But just in case I asked if I could mess around with you. He gave me permission." 

"If he's not your boyfriend why ask his permission?" 

"Because it's respectful and because I live with him. He takes care of me." She leaned in and let her lips hover over mine as we peered into each other's eyes. I can't really say what I saw that night when it happened but something captured me, my soul. She had me completely. She kissed me. Her lips were so soft I wasn't sure if I could hold back for long. She was delicate from the way she let her lips work with mine, how her tongue teased mine and how her fingers caressed the back of my neck. She knew how to make the chills ripple over me like water from a shower head. On, off...on...off...

"Trevor," She whispered. "Fuck me...not too fast, not too hard, make me fall for you." Yeah, that's what she said and with those words my cock was rock hard. Solid, I had to have her. 

We traded places. I had her practically lying on the edge of the one single seater sofa, shoving her skirt up and kissing her knees and inner thighs. I let a hand slide over her stomach and teased it while she tried her damndest to keep her breathing in check but I could tell I was driving her crazy. She drove me crazy with the way she let her fingers tangle with my hair and slide through it. Even had me going with the way she tugged on it when I got closer to that certain spot on her inner thigh. 

"Mmmm, stop." She said it as clear as day just as I went to pull her panties off. I could see the bulge and it had my cock throbbing.

"Stop?" I asked. She pushed herself to a sitting position, scooting back in the chair and peering down into my eyes with heaving breasts and a strange look on her face. 

"Hit me." It was more of a demand than anything.

"What?" 

"Hit me Trevor." She said again. I sat back on my ankles. I remember thinking she was crazy for asking me and I had stood up turning away from her but she had grabbed my wrist tugging me back and grabbing a hold of my hip. "Trevor, tangle your fingers in my hair..." she started. "pull it gently, force me to look up at you and hit me."

"No way, I don't hit girls." 

"Who said I was a girl?" She asked sliding a hand over the bulge in my pants. "Please baby," Just that word had the butterflies fluttering through me. I swallowed sliding my fingers over the side of her face, tracing her jaw line and brushing them over her ear. "That's it baby, now tug on my hair when I look away and force me to look at you." She looked away as I let my fingers slide up into the back of her hair, twisting it before tugging hard and making her gasp. Her eyes shot to mine and her hand went back to my hip, squeezing it softly as she spoke. "Now hit me..." I shook my head slowly, I refused. I didn't want to hurt her no matter how much she begged. "Fucking hit me Trevor." 

"I'm not going to hit you." She stood, holding my eye contact with a look in her eyes I had never seen before. Then, she hit me instead, smacking me so hard and surprising me that at first I didn't know what to do. Then it clicked in. I suddenly wanted too. I just needed a few more blows. "It's not gonna happen Khandi." She hit me again, in the exact same spot and it took all of my power not to throw her down right then and there and hit her back. 

"How about now baby?" There was that word again, fuck I loved the way she said it.

"I'm not going to hit you!" She hit me again and that had set me off. My face stung and tingled from the blow. I had grabbed her neck, smacking her hard before shoving her to the floor and staring down at her. I felt like a man, powerful...invincible. She stared up at me with lust in her eyes and as she turned on her side, her curves so luscious and seductive, I wanted to strip her naked and stare at her.

"Now that's more like it." I snatched her up by her neck, jerking her close to me and squeezing. Why not? She wanted me to hit her, why not choke her and see what's in it for me? Her moist lips parted and her eyebrows puckered. I wasn't sure if she liked what I was doing or was afraid. She didn't stop me though, just held on tight to my wrist and when it came time she needed air, closed her eyes and squeezed my wrist even tighter. I shoved her back onto the couch, getting down in between her legs and grabbing the collar of her V neck shirt, ripping it open and hearing her gasp along with the lustful sound of the fabrics tear. She was braless. That's my favorite thing about a woman, when she doesn't wear a bra. I caressed her breasts slow and hard, pinching her nipples here and there before leaning down and licking one nipple before nipping and sucking on it, then I moved on to the other and this drove her absolutely mad. She couldn't stop moaning or grinding her body against me. I loved it.

"Is this what you want?" I asked her.

"Mmmm yes, you make me so fucking hot." She ran her fingers through my hair as I continued to tease and nip at her nipples, then I moved down on her, holding onto her breasts tight and kissing her stomach. I teased her skin with my nose, blowing softly as I continued to go down, glancing up at her as she watched me and trembled beneath my grasp.

"Is this what you want?" I whispered against the lower part of her stomach. Her lips had swelled up with lust and her hands were pink, not pale. I adored it.

"Don't tease me." She demanded in a flustered voice. 

"Why not? You teased me." 

She scooted up against the back of the couch, resting a hand over mine and pressing it against her breast as I managed to shimmy her skirt off with her help. Then down came the sexy black lace bikini panties...then there it was, her cock, sitting there against her pelvic and just beneath her belly button waiting for me to take it. "Fuck."

"I'm sorry..." She sounded upset.

"No, no it's not that I just..." I trailed off. I took her in my hand and began to stroke her as if it were mine, watching her as she closed her eyes and moaned. Her body moved in slow lustful rhythms while her hips rolled in slow motion, drawing me even deeper. I took her into my mouth, savored the taste of nothingness, deep throated, swallowed, teased and squeezed her. She cried out, trembled, whined and it made me want to give her more. 

"Stop, stop baby please!" She begged me as she tensed up. Sweat beaded over her perfect body like drops of dew. 

"Mmm, cum for me. Then I'll give you a nice whipping and fuck you." She grabbed a hold of the back of the couch, arching her back up as I stroked fast, rubbing that vein right on the center of the shaft. She couldn't hold still. She jerked and trembled and let out the most sexiest moans ever, I felt like I was banging a porn start. "That's it Khandi, cum for me." I twisted a hand teasingly over the head of her while my other hand continued to tease that one vein and she came, grabbing a hold of the back of her hair with one hand, pulling on it hard and turning her face away from me as she came. It was everywhere, all over my hand, my neck, shirt even her stomach. I didn't care though. I wasn't done with her.

"Fuck you're sexy."

"Mmm..." It took her awhile to respond as I pulled my shirt off, shoving my pants down and grabbing a hold of my cock. I felt like I'd blow any second but that was the beauty of it. I needed to feel that sensation so I could go longer and cum harder when it was time. "You're so good baby...so fucking good."

"You haven't seen anything yet princess." I said, grabbing her hips and positioning her on the edge of the couch. She released her hair, resting her hand on the back of the couch as I spit on my head, rubbing it in and glancing into her eyes. I would do anything for her. Yes, even kill. 

"C'mon baby, I wanna cum again." I glided as far into her as I possibly could, slamming in the rest of the way as she gasped, grabbing a hold of my jaw with both hands before wrapping an arm around my shoulders, holding onto it tight and peering into my eyes. Our lips hovered so close, occasionally brushing over one another. I teased her, slowly pulling out only a few inches before slamming back into her as hard as I could, wrapping my arms around her and holding her as close as I could. I kept that small distance between us, slamming in and out of her at a pace and angle I had never tried before. The results were good. I began sweating in no time. Her cries were orgasmic. I wished we were somewhere in town so the whole neighborhood could witness the beauty of it. I wonder what Frank would really do if he found out she had actually brought me out here to fuck. I don't know, I would probably end up in the hospital or worse dead knowing him...but back to the point. We were both reaching that peak, the one where you feel as if you're jumping then that burst comes right after and makes your body spasm with jerks. That's what was about to happen. Unfortunately, someone barged in. More than one person. And from the sound if it, it was Jason because he was the only one who ever called Khandi a whore. He'd come right in, smacking her a crossed the face as the other two grabbed me and dragged me outside. I could hear her screams, could hear him hitting her. I hated it. I tried with all my strength to get free but unfortunately fighting causes you to get hurt. But what are a few fractured ribs and a broken nose to anyone? Not much. I could have died. Instead, I woke up in the hospital a few weeks later with a man named Aldobrandino Moretti sitting to my left in a white chair next to a bouquet of ugly flowers giving me the death stare. This man was part of a well known mafia that had originated somewhere up in Brooklyn. No one ever heard of them. No one knew the name but they new Mr. Moretti. He imprinted on everyone. I mean...who couldn't remember a face that was so close to Robert De Niro? Only a little younger. His hair was graying at the sides but who cares? He was a good looking guy with hard brown eyes and lips that I'm sure woman died over. He was wearing a three piece suite, an expensive one from the looks of it. No tie, open collar, dark maroon shirt, under black and black and more black. Shoes were shinned to perfection, hair slicked back and a few pieces of it hanging free near his right eyebrow. It gave him that irresistible bad guy look, you know the one girls drool over. Or do you? Whatever. It doesn't matter. What matters is that this guy was in my hospital room, staring me down and I had no idea what was going to happen. I hardly noticed the other two men guarding the door while we stared at each other.

  I tried to sit up but it hurt too much and the look he was giving me wasn't making me feel any calmer about the situation I was in. Who knows what he was about to say or do? 

"Do you know who I am?" There was that irresistible musical accent all true Brooklyners had. It was hard, tough, a bit husky but smooth at the same time. I could sit here all day listening to this man talk...I should have spoke but I was scared shitless. Who isn't when a mob lord has paid an unscheduled visit to you? He leaned forwards making the chair creek and asked me again, in a calmer, slower tone. "Do you know who I am?" 

"Yes sir, I do." He sat back crossing his arms over his chest, tilted his head and let out a long sigh. 

"You're a stupid kid, you know that?" I was shocked. I've never been called stupid! "Ignorant worthless piece of shit that doesn't know anything about a girls self respect when it comes down to it." Whoa. WHOA WHAT? Did he REALLY just say that to me!? He stood up. Oh yeah, I wanted to piss myself. He came towards me, I'm so tense! Jesus save me, all though I'm an atheist, please? "You shoulda never left with Khandi from that party and you shoulda never been there at that party in the first place with her. Are you hearing what I'm saying?" I nodded, he was at my side now. Then he turned, jerked up a chair and sat down so that we had no choice but to make clear eye contact with each other. "All you kid's ever do anymore is drink, drink, drink. No one caries on the family name. This world is falling apart, what am I to do if my niece ends up dead?" Wait WHAT? Whoa time out. PAUSE, yes hit the pause button. Let me think for a minute. Alright I got it. So Aldobrandino Moretti comes into the picture and talks a little about how ignorant and stupid I am then calls Khandi his niece? Did I get that right? Holy shit! There's no way to answer this. "Why did you show up at a party where my niece was...where Jason was no less just to pick her up and fuck her hm?" I sat dumbfounded staring at him as if I were unable to answer him. I couldn't find the words to say, in fact, I couldn't say anything at all because that's exactly what had happened. Remember? She was on my to-do list and it happened. "No matter. Because you got her into this mess, you're gonna sign yourself out of here and you're gonna come with me and pay this Jason a little visit, Capisci?" 


Miss Khandie Ch. 02



Dear readers, I know some of you have asked for more. I hope you enjoy this next piece. Please give me feed back and remember I cherish honesty. If you would like me to continue this yet again, please email me some ideas you would like me to go with and I will consider and try to fit them into the next part. Enjoy

Xoxo,

Nightingale

[1]

We went into the hotel, paid for a room and I sat by the window watching Khandi while she called Al and tried to calm him down. What I couldn't understand was why she never told me she had a psychotic uncle who no doubt wanted to kill me too. 

"No, everything is fine. Just rest and calm down. You can look for him in the morning. No! No just go to bed! It's in the cabinet; Frank will be over in the morning. No, don't tell him! Please don't tell him!" Yeah I knew there was no use in her telling her uncle not to do this or that because he would. That's just how he was and I had only known him for a couple of hours. Finally she hung up the phone, sat there for a few minutes then turned looking at me and speaking.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was softer than ever.

"What the fuck was that?" That's all I could say. I wanted an explanation. She stared at me and I could see from where I was sitting her eyes welling up with tears. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe you should have warned me about your fucking psychotic uncle?" She looked away, turning her face completely and sniffing. "Well did it?"

"I'm sorry!" She looked back at me before standing up and moving towards the bathroom. I got up and followed her.

"What's going to happen with Jason?" I asked her. She turned on the shower, keeping her back towards me.

"Jason's gone. He's not going to stick around while my uncles in town." 

"And Frank?"

"What about him?" She was naked now, stepping into the shower and pulling the curtains shut on me as I moved towards the toilet sitting down and running my hands over my face.

She was in there for an entire hour. Girls right? Twenty minutes before then I had gone to the bed and passed out. A few hours later I woke up with her sitting in the opposite chair that I had been sitting in staring at me and smoking a cigarette. I sat up watching her as she lit another cigarette, putting out the butt of her last one. The ashtray at her elbow was packed.

"I need your help with something Trevor." She says. Help with what? For what? After all the shit that just happened, I didn't want to have anything to do with her really, but like I said before, I was spell bound. I'd do anything for her. Anything. 

"With what?" I ask.

"I need to get rid of someone." I stared at her. Seriously? She's asking me to help her get rid of someone? Get rid of someone can mean one of two things. Make them disappear for awhile or...make them disappear for good. Fuck, my life is over. 

"Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm not joking!" She seemed a little on edge, tense. She put her cigarette out standing up and moving towards me, sitting down on the side of the bed and resting a hand on the other side of me so that she was leaning over my thighs and peering into my eyes. "Do you love me?"

"I just met you."

"So? You fucked me."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Don't bullshit me Trevor, I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me. It all started at Cory's party. You think I didn't sneak glances at you before shit went down in the kitchen?" I admit, I was struck. I couldn't lie to her, I couldn't say no. This love was going to drive me insane, and worse? Drive me to do something I would regret. But I wasn't sure what because she hadn't even told me who she wanted me to get rid of. "The guy I want to get rid of is rich. We can get out of here if we do it right."

"Whoa," I put my hands up, scooting back as she sat straight watching me. "By get rid of you mean kill, right?"

"Yes, were you born yesterday?"

"Khandi,"

"It's Tanya, don't call me that anymore. The only reason people call me it is because of my hair." She stood up moving towards the window, slowly pulling the curtain back and peering down at the busy street below us.

"Alright Tanya, is there anything else I should know about you? I'm fucking tired of these goddamn surprises." She turned and looked at me with surprise on her face. But in her eyes I suddenly saw that spark of evil. The answer I had been looking for. She would do anything to crush anyone in her path. She would manipulate anyone she touched or claimed she loved. She wouldn't stop until what ever it was that she wanted was given to her and whoever she wanted destroyed was erased off the face of this planet. 

Alright, now I've really done it. How come I couldn't see it in her eyes before? Maybe it was hiding, that look she had given me. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up straight. That look...

"If I told you anything else about me you would run." She looked away pulling the curtain closed before moving back towards the chair and sitting down. "His name's Clark Reynolds. He's a millionaire and I want every cent he has." I knew from the tone in her voice that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. I had been reeled in. She had chosen the person she wanted to dirty their hands for her. I wonder what she was going to offer me if I helped. "He lives in Santa Fe. My uncle thinks I'm going to visit. I told him that you would go with me." Well. This is not what I had in mind, fucking Santa Fe? Just to kill a guy and come back?..I mean IF I made it that far? Passed killing him? KILLING him even. Here's what my mind's saying, Trevor get your ass up and walk right out that door. No Trevor don't, remember Al control's you now because you fucked his niece, don't run, it'll end bad. Well shit, both options were bad. I'm not sure what I got myself into anymore honestly. "After it's done we'll go to Europe, buy a house, change our names and live happily ever after." Alright, I can't hold it in anymore. AHAHAHAHAHAHA, Ahehehehe, Aha, ahee. What? I laughed. This was REDICULOUS. 

"You have to be out of your fucking MIND, I'm not going with you. I'm not taking any part of this with you."

"Frank is."

"But I'm not Frank! I'm not crazy like he is! Why do you have to drag me into this mess?" I had raised my voice and was on my feet in a matter of seconds, face hot and blood boiling. "This isn't how I imagined us!"

"How did you imagine us?" She asks. Fuck, why'd I have to say anything at all? Why did I let my cock do all the talking? Why didn't I listen to my gut feeling about her and move onto the next? Lisa would have been great! She was just as pretty as Khandi was. Tanya, whatEVER.

"I imagined us happy without getting the shit beat out of us-"

"You don't honestly believe that that's how everything would have gone do you?"

"Tanya, my life was exquisite before I met you."

"Before you stalked me."

"I wouldn't call it stalking."

"You have been to almost every party, recently, that I have been at."

"Alright, so I like to party,"

"You would be the perfect suspect." I watched her swallowing and finally catching on. If I didn't do this she would pin it all on me. I don't know how clever this girl was but I got to thinking maybe it wasn't such a good idea to fuck with her. After all, she does have an uncle who's a mob lord. 

"What?"

"If I told the cops what you were up too, they would be after you in no time. You wouldn't have to explain anything because it wouldn't matter." She leaned forwards with her gorgeous knees shimmering under the lamps light just like they did in the movies, crossed over the other, and her smooth legs peaking out from within the slit of her rob as she spoke. Her hair was gorgeously curled and hanging over one shoulder.

"You wouldn't." I say.

"What makes you so sure? It just takes this much," She held her pointer and thumb centimeters apart. "To change my mind. It takes this much to get me to tell a fabulous lie and ruin someone's entire life." I moved towards her as she sat back, peering into my eyes. I leaned down, grabbing a hold of the chairs arms and brought my face close to hers. We were both silent for a few minutes until I spoke, making sure it was clear.

"Do you remember when we were fucking, how I choked you? Do you remember that?" She stared at me and I knew she knew what I was hinting at. "If you fuck me over, I'll make sure that it's not just for pleasure, but for pain. I'll fucking kill you." She turned her face away from mine. "After this I'm done with you. You can have all the goddamn money you want and you can run off with Frank but I don't want shit to do with you after this." I stood, turning and snatching up my jacket before moving towards the room door, unlocking it and making my way down the hallway. 

Alright! Yeeeah! We all get that I'm pissed and feel stuck and just want to strangle Tanya for her manipulative speech but also because she was promiscuous as fuck and I didn't want her sleeping with anyone else, but what could I do? What could anyone do? I made my way towards a night club called Kittiez, jerking open the door and hurrying towards the bar. I would drink this night away. I would forget Tanya only to wake back up the next morning with a major headache and Tanya standing over me with that look in her eyes that had the hair standing straight up on the back of my neck. 

"What'll it be?" 

"Anything that will get me wasted. Just keep it coming, here's three hundred." I set the cash down by the ashtray and the bartender had more than what I could handle sitting in front of me, stuffing the cash into his pocket and nodding. 

Yes, now I was shitfaced, stumbling out of the bar and making my way back to the hotel, if I could remember where it was. All I could think about was Tanya, her pretty face and gorgeous body. When I got to the hotel room I had my mind set on fucking her. But things quickly changed. Amongst the gorgeous girl I had once believed I had fallen for, stood Frank. They both stared at me as I stumbled through the door, leaning up against the wall on one shoulder staring at Tanya then Frank, then Tanya, you know how it goes. And it suddenly hit me. Frank was sexier than she was, tall, well built and had that To-Die-For pale skin and black hair that was cut exactly like Andy Sixx -- not to mention the professional makeup he and Tanya always seemed to posses, but...what would it be like to sleep with them both? Would I want too with Tanya and Frank? Or Just Frank? God he was sexy... 

He caught my eyes flirting and I quickly let them land on Tanya. Her perfect body had been squeezed into a black leather one piece dress that hugged her thighs gorgeously and stopped just above her priceless knees. The slit up the back of the dress made it all the more appealing, but no more than the one presenting her ecstatic cleavage. Her hair was pinned up in a fancy bun and her feet smuggled into a pair of shiny black high-heels that seemed like they would kill her feet. She pulled the black rimmed glasses she was wearing off, glancing over me before turning in my direction. Frank's eyes never left me.

"Trevor, where have you been? I've been worried sick." Are you laughing? Because I am. I knew this was just a play to her. All though her face showed clear concern, deep down I knew she could give two shits about me. Her evil side had seeped out not even three hours ago when I had left her here.

"Worried?" I said with a chuckle as she moved towards me, grabbing a hold of my arm and helping me towards the bed. Her and Frank shared glances before he sat down in the chair farthest from the bed, watching Tanya as she brushed my hair away from my forehead.

"Please don't be an ass. Frank," She turned just to glance at Frank before looking back at me. "This is your new partner. Trevor, we're leaving early tomorrow so try to get some rest." 

"I told you, I'm not going with you." I said defiantly and drunkenly, shoving her hand away and adjusting the pillow underneath my head. "I'm not ready to go to jail for some-" She interrupted me, covering my mouth. 

"Frank, I'll see you in an hour okay?" 

"Call me when you're done here." Jesus his voice was even sexier. I had to fight the hard on peaking its way through my jeans. We both watched him as he stood up, giving me one last glance before making his way towards the door and disappearing outside of our hotel room. 

"Why are you being like this?" Why? I wonder why. Do you guys remember when she threatened me? Who wants to give up there life for some bitch that REALLY TURLY and HONESTLY doesn't give a shit about you?!

"Don't even ask me that stupid fucking question, just get away from me. Go fuck Frank or something."

"Wow." She breathed, standing up and putting a hand on her hip. "You really are taking this way too seriously." I frowned up at her, gritting my teeth before entwining my fingers together and resting them on my stomach. 

"I'm taking this too seriously? You have loose screws Tanya. Is that even your real name?"

"Yes, that's my real name."

"But you're not a real girl."

"I'm girl enough, and Tanya is my real name. Trevor what does me having to be a girl have anything to do with how you're acting?"

"It's not that. It's just the fact that not even three hours ago you pretty much just threatened my amazing life. Actually, blackmailed me in a cruel way and I have a very big problem with wanting anything to do with such a..." I glanced over her before clamping my jaw shut tight, covering my eyes with the backs of my wrists and bringing a knee up. "damn good looking promiscuous...asshole." I could just see her smiling, I mean can't you? In fact, I knew she was smiling. She sat down next to me, leaning over me and pulling my hands away from my face. To avoid her incredibly manipulative eyes, I turned my face away from her, looking at the picture hanging up on the faded wall near the bathroom door.

"Trevor," She said leaning down and brushing her lips over the edge of my jaw. The chills instantly rippled over my arms and once again, I melted for her within my body. Of course, I didn't want her to know this, so I tried as hard as I could to ignore her. "Baby," Aw, fuck. She's done it again. I couldn't help but look at her. "I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier. I just knew that you would be able to get the job done and I didn't want you to run. My uncle is hard to convince when he doesn't want someone around me...someone like you." She moved on top of me, straddling my hips and pressing down on my groin and making me harden. "Frank picked you too, not just me...please do this for me...for us, then after it's done, we can disappear together, just the two of us." Somehow I couldn't push myself to believe her. There were all sorts of secrets hiding within her eyes that made me iffy and question everything she was saying.

"Just us?" I asked her.

"Just us baby." She answered planting a kissing on my lips.

"No Frank?" 

"No Frank." 

"No Al?"

"No Al." 

"Just us..."

"I swear." 

I opened my eyes watching her as she leaned down on me, kissing my lips again as her hand journeyed down into the front of my pants. Her cold fingers gripped my cock, squeezing hard and sending pleasure shooting through my stomach as she began to stroke. Our lips finally melted together and our tongues caressed one another's. At this point, and I really HATE saying this, but I didn't give a damn if I went to jail for what I knew I was about to do for her and with Frank. I was in love with her. I couldn't even spend a day without her. I couldn't think clearly unless her perfect image haunted my mind. She was now my obsession and anything she asked I knew I would do. 

She had my pants down in no time and my cock yearning for her, but she didn't take long. She had guided me deep inside of her and that night, we fucked until neither one of us could take anymore.

[2]

We were on a private jet to Santa Fe the very next morning at six o'clock on the dot. I just love having to get up around four in the morning and pack and get ready and tell my mom that I'll be back in no time. It's just three days ma, no ma I'll be fine, ma stop worrying, it's bad for your heart condition. Sure ma, I'll bring you back a souvenir. You know? That type of stuff. 

My hangover was probably the worst hangover I had ever had and because the sun or any light for that matter sent a migraine shooting through my head, I wore a pair of dark shades. Part of the reason was because I kept catching myself looking at Frank. The other reason was simply because of the intrusive light. 

Frank was seated a crossed from me. Don't you just hate it when you have a school-girl crush on someone that your heart nervously pounds and when or if you speak, you stutter or sound like a complete dumbass? That was me with Frank, only when he would make a comment or say something to me I'd just gesture to my throat and say in a quiet voice, "Too much whiskey, ya'know?" And he'd grin.

Tanya had her nose stuck in a book the entire time and Frank, well...he was watching me with that look in his eyes, kind of like the one I was giving him last night when I walked in drunk. The look people give you when they're checking you out or simply just want to fuck your brains out.

"Trevor," I pulled my eyes from Frank looking at Tanya, realizing that maybe he knew, despite the darkness of my shades, that I was watching him too. 

"Yeah?" 

"How's your mother doing?" What a surprise, how'd she even know about my mom? I never told her anything about my family. Remember? I just met her...

"Fine...she's doing good."

"Well listen," Finally she pulled the book away from her face and gave me a look before speaking. "Could you take those off while I'm talking to you? I hate the fact that you could be looking somewhere else or not looking at all." I couldn't help but grin. I pulled them off, raising my eyebrows and looking into her eyes as she spoke to me.

"Better?" I asked.

"Much. Al said he would help you out with the medical bills. You just have to visit him up at his flat in Brooklyn."

"Nah." I said looking away from her and shoving the shade up on the window, squinting. The clouds inched by slowly and the sun peeked through, sending a needle right through my brain. I slipped the sunglasses back on, tugging the shades back down and slumping down in my seat even more. "I don't want his help." I said fiddling with my watch.

"It's not often that Al offers to pay any of Tanya's boyfriends' mother's hospital bills." I looked at Frank noticing the jealousy in his dark blue eyes. "You should just accept it. Then everyone will be happy." He looked at Tanya as she stared at him with that all too familiar look that said, "Why are you being such an ass?"

"Like I said," I said feeling a spark of adrenaline shoot through my throat and veins. "I can pay for my own mother's hospital bills." I sat up uncomfortably sliding my fingers through my hair and glancing at Tanya. Now she was looking at me...again. "What?"

"Is there a reason why you two can't at least try to get along in my presence?" I busted out laughing. That was a ridiculous question. I mean, Frank may be eyeing me and checking me out and shit but the truth is he's jealous I'm with her and he's not and he probably really wants to strangle me right now.

"I didn't know our disagreement was us not getting along, I mean what was it that we were doing that makes you think that?"

"Oh Jesus Trevor stop it already!" She closed her book shaking her head with a frown. I admit, I was being an ass, but it was fun, especially since they both interrupted my beauty sleep this morning AND I skipped breakfast because of the hang over. I had a free pass.

"I'm just wondering why you think we're not getting along." 

"Just shut up." Thank GOD it was easy for me to just stop talking when told to shut up. I know a lot of people who just wanna keep going and going and goooooiiiiinnnnngggg until a true argument breaks loose. Like my dad. I HATE my dad. But what does he have to do with this? Back on track. 




Miss Khandie Ch. 02



Alright so, Frank's watching me again. I've decided that maybe I'll go hide out in one of the bedrooms because I can't take his intrusive eyes any longer and Tanya's just being a bitch...sorta. Haha. So I get up and go to the back of the jet, close the small door and plop down on the bed. These are one of those fancy dancy jets only they're HUGE and have pretty much everything a private plane would have on it. 

After a few minutes of just laying there, I decide I want a drink or two. Perhaps it will kill my migraine. So I get up and make my way towards the bar, pouring a glass of, what is this? I can't even read the word. Some type of foreign drink. In comes Frank; oh Jesus please help me I don't know if I can stand to be in the same, small room with him. I glance at him, he glances at me, I take a swig and pour another. This shit tastes wretchedly disgusting, but it feels good going down. Frank stops at my side, glancing over all the drinks and reading labels. I guess it wouldn't hurt to strike a conversation with my half jealous enemy. 

"Do you know what this is?" I show him the bottle before putting it down and turning to face him, but keeping a good distance between the two of us and can't help but ogle over his flawless face.

"It's called Génépi, it's a lot similar to absinthe." Just the way he had said it had me wanting him. French and Italian languages always turned me on, ALWAYS.

"Say that again?" I ask. His lips slowly curve into a grin while inching towards me.

"Génépi." He says again. My heart's pounding and lust is quickly taking over. Trevor, you man-whore, don't you DARE!!! My mind is screaming at me and telling me to leave but he's already so close to me, taking my sunglasses off and setting them down on the counter. God do I feel like a shrimp compared to him, he's so tall and sexy and smells delicious.

"Do you have Italian in you?" He inched closer making my face heat up. 

"No, French though. My pa speaks it, mom changes from English to French depending." 

"Do you speak French?" I ask, moving back a little and setting the shot glass down in my hand.

"Reasonably well." 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Would you like me to say something for you?" My plan had been to just walk out of the room or turn the TV on, sit down and try to ignore him just because that's how all my plans were supposed to work out and I liked to try and think I could ignore one of the hottest studs I have ever laid eyes on, but Frank, he was a different story. I can't even take my eyes off his. And now, here I am, standing up against the wall while he inches so close that his face is four inches from mine and his eyes are scoping over my lips. 

"I-if you..." I trailed off. He brought his hand up and let his thumb slide over my bottom lip before softly massaging it and bringing his face even closer. His body met mine and the sudden electricity I felt course through me, I could never forget. He planted his free hand against the small of my back and pulled me even closer against him, kissing my chin as I tilted my face up, trying not to let my knees go weak on me. What in the fucking hell was wrong with me? First I fall for a completely GOREGOUS and manipulative girl-guy underneath but GIRL outside of everything...THEN her best friend, the very guy that nearly killed Jason at Cory's party...What do I say? I can't even keep on track of what I was trying to say just now. Oh well, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that I have just completely allowed Frank to pass boundaries I would have never expected to pass with another guy who I would never consider fucking because he's most likely a top and top's don't let bottom's take control...like me. I'm a top, but for some reason I'm letting him take control, Jesus, is that his cock I feel against my thigh? WOW he's big, Oh god what am I doing?!

"Frank," I shove him back not really meaning too, moving towards the door and catching my breath. "I'm not gonna lie," I say reaching for the handle of the door and pulling it open. He comes up behind me, startling me with his strength and slamming the door shut with both hands, holding the door closed and blocking me within his forearms. "I like you but-" He presses up against my ass, grinding the rock hard bulge in his pants against me and I can't help but let out a moan. 

"But what?" He says against my ear. The butterflies shoot through my stomach almost making me sick. Have I ever told you how much I love to feel somebody's warm breath against my ear? It drives me insane.

"I-"

"I know you want me. Just because you were wearing shades doesn't hide what you really feel." He brought his hands down, gripping my hips and kissing the back of my neck.

"Frank, I can't." But that doesn't mean anything to him; he's already spun me around, locking his lips against mine, lifting me and carrying me towards the bed. In this situation, I wanted everything but to be the one who played the part as the girl. 

We kissed like dogs in heat. He held my wrists so tight that the pain almost felt good to me although I couldn't explain why. He bit and tugged at my bottom lip reasonably hard, but it was good and kept me hard the whole time. And even then, I told him I couldn't and begged him to stop or not to leave marks even though when he bit down on my neck, I knew he would leave one on purpose.

We were finally at the stage where both of us were shirtless and struggling with each others pants while kissing greedily and whispering things we probably wouldn't even remember later. When his pants were off I couldn't help but glance down just to see how big he was. He.Was.HUGE. But like all horny adults, men and woman alike, are this turned on; they just don't care and need the penetration. And in this case, I was a virgin who NEEDED the penetration. I was a virgin WANTING him to fill me with every inch of his vein-E throbbing cock. 

"Oh my god, Frank," He tugged my pants off, tossing them over his shoulder and glancing down at his cock. He was thick, long and to even say a size, I'd be too scared to even try. 

"Does it scare you?" He asked, watching me for a few seconds before kissing me slowly and forcing me flat on my back.

"No," I said as he let his lips bathe my neck in kisses. "I've just..." I wasn't sure how to tell him. I was scared he would change his mind if I did.

"I'll be gentle, I promise." Then he moved back, spitting on his hand and lubricating his cock with it before slowly forcing his way inside me. The pain was so sudden yet delicious that I hadn't even cried out, instead I let out a moan, hugging his hips with my knees as he worked his way in and out of me slowly. 

Alright, alright. So I'm about to get pounded by Frank. Who would have thought? I can't believe I even let this happen. It must have been the Génépi because VIRTUALLY or SOBERLY I would NOT have let another guy get near my ass. But somehow it happened and now the pain had defiantly turned into pleasure and he was pumping in and out of me so fast that I couldn't help but moan. I honestly couldn't even keep quiet. He had already made me cum once and I was on the verge of round two and he still hadn't even come yet. We both were sweating and breathing like wild animals, kissing and biting each others lips as we did so. I swear this was hotter than me and Tanya the first time. Five more minutes, Frank let out a moan, shoving deep inside of me and starting to cum. I could feel his cock twitch inside of me. The sensation was so sensually tasteful that I wanted more, but he was beat from how long he had lasted. All he did was sit there on the palm of his hands for a few minutes before slowly pulling out of me and collapsing beside me. 

And...that was that. 

We said nothing else, just passed out. 

You know how we guys are after hardcore sex.

To Be Continued. . . 



Miss Khandie Ch. 03



(Dear readers, sorry it's taken so long to post this next part, I'm busy with RL shit. Feed back welcome, please please please tell me what you think!) 

Xoxo

Nightingale

[1]

Alright, so we all know that whatever happened between Frank and I...Will never happen again....right? I love Tanya, not Frank. I hope you all know that. We also know that we were making our way by private jet to Santa Fe, New Mexico when the whole shebang happened. I know some of you were probably even confused. SHIT HAPPENS. Right? It's the way of life. But my real problem is, this:

"We have three hours to get this done, just put the fucking dress on."

"I'm not a crossdresser. I wouldn't even pass as one!" Frank wanted me to wear this uncomfortable looking dress that would probably look a lot better on Tanya than me. I wouldn't have it. What did he take me for? A sissy just because I let him fuck me? No way man. I don't fit into women's shoes let alone skimpy dresses like that.

"Trevor, it's not a big fucking deal. The sooner you put this on the sooner we can leave." He tossed it at me, pulling out a Wal-Mart bag from his duffle bag and a wig. Seriously? I'm trying not to laugh right now. He REALLY thinks I'll do this?

"I'm calling Tanya."

"Tanya isn't going to answer. You're wasting time." He tossed the bag at me and the wig then spun me towards the bathroom and pushed me towards the door. I halfway stumbled, dumbfounded and wondering how the hell I would be able to pull something off like this. I wasn't as hot as Tanya was. She was more of a girl than a man even though she still possessed that one spot that proved other wise. WHY was this happening to me?! How come Frank couldn't...

"C'mon Trevor!" He snapped. I went into the bathroom, setting everything down on the counter, afraid to even look into the bag. Curiosity can be a bitch.

Let's see we've got a bra and matching panties to go with it, ah! Victoria Secrets! I love that place! – will my cock even fit in these?...this skimpy fucking dress he wants me to wear. Silicon breasts?...They feel so...real! Yes, if I were you I would laugh at me too but what the fuck do I know about being a crossdresser?! I've seen them sure, they all look like women, sexy, tall, thin beautifully made up with professional makeup and fake lashes. I give you props, but me? This is not ME!

"Trevor!" I jump, looking at Frank and letting out a shallow breath. "I sent you in here almost thirty minutes ago and you're still not ready." So? I was trying to soak all this in! He moved towards me gesturing for me to lift my arms, which I did, tugging my shirt off then starting on my pants. 

"Isn't there another way to go about this Frank? I-" Down went my boxers and pants with Frank's face practically touching my limp cock and his strong hand gripping each ankle, directing my feet out of my boxers and pants. This was not how it was when we had slept together. 

Awkward...

"I've thought of other ways to do this." Frank says, standing up and snatching up the bra. He had it on me within a matter of seconds, stuffing the silicon breast in place before gripping them as if they were real and grinning. "We could have gone in masks," He grabbed the panties, dipping behind me as I stepped into them and slowly pulled them up, letting his fingers slide against my calves, thighs, hips...his lips brushed over my shoulder blade and his breath teased the back of my ear and side of my neck. Lost feelings of wanting another man to take control bloomed. SNAP. The rim of my new found panties slapped against my skin, stinging it and popping my feel good bubble. A gasp escaped my lips when Frank slipped his hand inside the front of my panties, adjusting my cock so that it wouldn't bulge so much. Jesus!

I bit my lip hard. "I won't name all of what I thought about but, this to me is a good alternative." He said, reaching for the dress. "Lift your arms." I lifted my arms again, feeling the soft fabric of the dress slide over my skin before Frank zipped it up and tugged at the hem a little near my ass. "We'll go to this guy's house," He spun me around, reaching into the bag he had sent with me earlier, pulling out a small see through box of fake lashes. "We'll look for the money, take it to a safe location then do away with him, as Tanya likes to say." 

"What a marvelous plan, but what does this have to do with me dressing up as a fucking woman?" I asked a little angered. Frank didn't answer for a long time, and when he did it was about the time he had the fake lashes secure to my eyes. Now he began to apply the make. God, this is what it takes to be a sexy girl? 

"I'll most likely be the one that goes down for her." I watched him as he marked up my eyebrows, applied blush here and there, mascara, liner, lipstick then the wig, which by the way was real hair. I mean, who wears fake hair anymore? You know? The kind that melts when you straighten it. 

He played with the tips of the long curly black hair he had adjusted on my head. "The way we have this set up, in case the plan fails, is Tanya and you are just two innocent best friends trying to have a good time with a Doctor and I come into the picture, fuck up the party by doing away with the doctor and you two go free while I do time." Wow...that's the extent of this whole ordeal? Frank get's put away for her? Not me, I didn't want a part in this to begin with. I'd rather it be me than Frank. "I'm not worried about it though." 

He shoved leftovers into the bag including my clothes, turning me towards the mirror and peering at me through the glass over my shoulder. I couldn't believe my eyes. I had transformed from a man, to a woman. I could hardly see any of me in the person staring back at me through the mirror. The dress wasn't as skimpy as I had thought it would be. The sleeves stopped just above the back of my elbows. It was a turtle neck fit that hugged the top of my knees, simple white, to bring out the color of my eyes and hair.

"I need you to wear these too." I hadn't realized Frank had left the bathroom because I was eyeing how curvy my body now looked from how the dress hugged it. It was a tight, comfortable fit and I caught myself wanting to experiment more. He held up a pair of knee high black boots with heels on them that I second glanced because they were so high. I had never worn a pair of heels in my life! 

"I can't wear those." I said, shaking my head and waving him away. 

"Yes you can." Frank took my arm, pulling me out of the bathroom and leading me towards the bed. By the way, we're in a really shitty cheap hotel with stained walls and the smell of musty old cigarettes clinging to all the furniture, bad cable connection, bad food and stiff beds. What could you possibly ask for? 

He sat me down on the bed, kneeling down in front of my knees and slipping on the boot before zipping it up. He slid the other one on then stood, holding his hand out and smiling.

"Frank, I'm going to break my ankle in these." I told him.

"Let your womanly side out Trevor." He said, taking my hands and pulling me to my feet.

"That's the problem. I don't have a womanly side." He chuckled as I squeezed his hand, wobbling in the heels and throwing my other arm out to steady myself. 

"You did when we slept together." He reminded me.

"That was the liquor."

"Just walk, it will come natural. I'll guide you. And it was more than the liquor." 

We practiced what Frank called my foxy walk, walking from the room door to the window and back until finally; I really could walk without feeling unsteady and wobbling. He told me to loosen up in the hips and let them sway more naturally like a woman's did because, "You have a really nice ass, guys will eye it while you're walking." Do I really want other guy's staring at my ass...? No, not really. But I guess you have to do things you don't want to do in life and this was definitely on my never to do again list.

By the time Frank was done teaching me how to "talk" and "walk" like a woman, we were out the door taking a cab to the outskirts of Santa Fe. 

We reached a small town with shacks so close and dusty roads so narrow that the cab could hardly drive five miles per hour through. Finally when the side mirrors were cutting too close to the beat down shacks, the cab driver apologized and said this was where we had to get out. Frank paid him generously, grabbing his duffle bag from the trunk, moving away from the cab as it backed out and slowly made its way back towards the main road. 

"Where are we?" I asked. I was feeling uncomfortable in my new skin and there were bulky Mexicans smoking cigarettes and eyeing me. Frank slipped his arm around my waist, pulling me close and keeping his voice private. Again, I felt that electricity between he and I and I suddenly wanted him again.

"Don't look at them, just stay close and we'll be fine." 

I didn't expect the walk to take so long. My feet ached and I wanted to collapse right then and there, I didn't care if the streets were dusty and unclean. I just wanted to rest. 

"Frank, I can't walk anymore in these boots." He glanced at me, grabbing my elbow and pulling me along with him. 

"It's up here, see that mansion?" It was Hispanic with twenty first century amenities and a lush country like environment. There was a thick wall around the mansion, but the gate was open, welcoming any visitors. We hurried through, walking straight towards the front door which was cracked open. Frank had put his arm out, stopping me and staring for a long time before both of us cautiously moved towards the door. This didn't make any sense because Frank and I were supposed to be the only ones who knew about the money, besides Tanya. So who else would there be searching through this millionaire's home?

Frank pushed the door opened cautiously with a gloved hand. We stood in silence, carefully eyeing our surroundings before stepping inside and pushing the door closed. Frank pulled out a heavy looking gun from the back of his pants, cocking it and setting his duffle bag down. 

"There's another in the bag," He said moving towards the stairs.

"What?" I wasn't about to shoot anyone. 

"Trevor," He said in a sharp tone, catching my eyes. He pointed at the bag with a serious look on his face. "Get the fucking gun out of the bag and start searching. If anyone's here, they're most likely upstairs." I complied. Seeing Frank as serious as he looked honestly had me kind of scared. So Frank went his own way, leaving me downstairs, wondering around with an un cocked gun. Where would the money be? There could be secret rooms we didn't know about.

An hour of searching lead to a trap door located in the basement. I searched around for a key, finding two, trying them both and successfully unlocking it. When I opened the trap door a smell so putrid wafted in my face making me gag so hard that I almost puked. I fell back into a sitting position, covering my mouth and fighting the urge to hurl. I never smelt anything so horrid in my life. Deciding it would be best not to go down, my legs told me different and of course, you know, I went down through the trap door. 

The space beneath the basement was huge, just one gigantic room. And by the looks of it, it had been decked out with articles on various diseases, operations, missing persons, doctor/surgeon shit. There were trays and surgical tools, anesthetics, strange liquids and other shit lying around, but the smell? Goddamn, it had to be the worst. There were medal tables lined up, like the ones you see in morgues with stained sheets over them. Let's just say, this part of the mansion was the area where Mr. Millionaire did creepy things that I didn't want to think about. But I wanted to know what was underneath the sheets all though the discolored toes sticking out already told me. 

I moved towards one of the tables, stopping beside it and swallowing. The smell rose stronger here making my stomach turn and my throat tighten. I pulled back the sheet, peering down at a half dissected body of an elderly woman. What the FUCK? 

"Trevor," I jumped, covering my nose again and whipping the sheet back over the body, looking at Frank. My eyes had clouded up with tears from the scent and my body wanted to release the sickness that overwhelmed it. 

There were specs of blood coloring his chin and jaw. 

"It's not here." He said hoarsely. "Let's go, we're making a trip to Tanya's hotel room.

We arrived at Tanya's hotel around two in the morning. Her laughter was unmistakable and by the way Frank looked, I could tell he was trying not to lose his temper. He pulled out the hotel key, shoved it into the lock, unlocked the door then shoved it open starting towards the bed. Tanya stared at me and Clark Reynolds eyed Frank then let his attention stray to me as well. 

"Frank?" Tanya asked questioningly. Frank tossed the duffle bag, turning to look at me. 

"Shut the door and lock it." He demanded. I pushed the door closed, turning the lock and moving towards the bed. Tanya's eyes went back to Frank as he moved towards her, towering over her and slowly pinching the fingers of each and everyone of his gloved hands, taking the gloves off and tossing them. He then pulled out a handkerchief, crispy white and unused, slowly wiping at the dry blood on his face.

"Tanya," He started. I went to sit but his voice caught me. "No time to get comfortable Sophia." Tanya's eyes shot back to me. It was clear she had no idea who I was and I kind of liked it that way. Jealousy flared in her eyes and pretty soon, she was giving me the, "bitch you're dead," look.

"Who is this?" She asked angrily, gesturing at me. 

"That's not the question here." Frank said. "Either you lied to me," Frank continued, raising his eyebrows and staring down at her. "Or this asshole moved the money." He stood there for a few seconds longer before turning and recovering his gun from the duffle bag. 

We all watched Frank. He pulled out a couple of bullets, slowly loading the barrel and eyeing Mr. Millionaire. The click of the barrel made us all uneasy. 

"Frank," I said raising my hands a little and starting towards him slowly. He shot a look at me that made me freeze as he cocked the gun angrily before pointing his finger in my direction. 

"You, stay out of this." His eyes went back to Tanya. Her fingers gripped the arms of her chair and her eyes reminded me of that same night she asked me to do this, peered up at Frank with zero fear. Or maybe there was some there, but I was too worried about him blowing her brains out to even care and his too calm manner had my heart pounding. "So," He said, sliding the gun over Tanya's jaw slowly. She shifted nervously, jerking her face away but never taking her eyes from Frank. "Did you lie to me Tanya? Or..." He pointed the gun at Mr. Millionaire, making him as uneasy as I was. "Did this greaser do something with it?"

"Maybe you didn't search hard enough." Tanya finally said. The muscles in Frank's jaw twitched then his hand flew out and slammed against the side of Tanya's face. She gasped as he grabbed a hold of her hair, jerking her up away from the chair and shoving the gun up against the underside of her jaw. 

"Clark," Frank said. I was too damn scared to even budge. "You have five minutes to tell me where the money is that was supposed to be in the safe located IN your walk in closet, left side behind your one piece suits. Four minutes." 

"I-I," he stuttered. "I don't have-"

"Oh god!" Frank's voice was louder now. "Would you fucking spare me that 'I don't have it' bullshit? We know you keep half of your money locked away somewhere and the other half locked away in a bank. You make upfront payments for things. You don't believe in checks. WHERE is it? I swear to GOD I will blow her fucking brains out if you don't tell me. My finger's ITCHING to pull this trigger, is that clear enough for you now?" Frank asked.

"I-it's-"

"Three."

"I can't-"

"Two, I'm really running out of patience." Frank jerked Tanya towards the bed, pulling her hair so hard that she let out a cry, grabbing a hold of Frank's wrist as he shoved her back on the bed. "Sixty seconds, Sophia, toss me a pillow." My heart raced. I couldn't even think straight. When Frank was mad it was like a whole new Al, only worse and he meant what he said, just like Al did. If he was going to shoot someone, he'd shoot them. He got up onto the bed, holding Tanya down with a knee shoved into her stomach, forcing the pillow down on the side of her face as she turned her face in my direction, struggling to get the pillow off. She let out another cry, putting her hands out and shoving on Frank's chest before holding them there. I had never seen her more scared in my life.

"Frank," She said in a shaky voice. Her eyes glazed over with tears but her voice was still strong and trusting. "Think about what you're doing!" She said bringing her knees up and pressing one of them against Frank's hip.

"Fifty seconds." Frank said. His hand was beginning to shake. 

"Can we just all be civil and-"

"Fuck it, twenty seconds you fucking spic! Where's the money?!"

"Frank!" Tanya shouted as he shoved the gun against the pillow. 

"It's-" Frank turned and just when he was SERIOUSLY about to blow Tanya's brains out, Mr. Millionaire spoke faster than an auction host selling antique's. "It's in the trunk!" He said. His voice shook worse than Tanya's. He slowly stood up, putting his hands up in complete surrender. The sweat broke out on his forehead. "It's in the trunk; I put it all in the trunk." Frank stared at him as if he were an idiot.

"You put how much in the trunk?" 

"The rest is in Tanya's name, but five point two is in the trunk of my car..." Frank moved off Tanya, staring at Mr. Millionaire as Tanya shoved the pillow away with trembling hands, wiping the blood away from her chin and softly touching her now busted lip and bruising cheek. 

"Tanya's name?" Frank questioned. Mr. Millionaire looked at Tanya before looking back at Frank.

"Yes. All she has to do is go to the bank, sign a form and the money is hers." Frank made all of us jump when he moved forewords, grabbing Mr. Millionaire by the front of his shirt, jerking him forewords and shoving him towards the door.

There was so much blood. That's all I dreamt of on the flight home. Frank, blood and those flashing sirens. Tanya and I were wrecked, hair disheveled, makeup smeared, clothes dirty. We even had bruises to prove Frank was the villain if the cops decided to question us more. Neither one of us said a thing, not even when the jet landed. We exited the plane with more bags than we could carry and an angry Al waiting below with suited men, one limo and two shiny black cars to escort it. I didn't even want to know what Al had to say, especially since we showed up without Frank.

[2]

Back at Al's cozy flat, six stories up, overlooking Brooklyn. Cars are honking, people are talking, boats are treading the near by river. I'm all cleaned up, a man again. Al is pacing. The room is almost too silent that it's hurting my ears. Finally, Al breaks the silence.

"Do I look fuckin stupid to you?" I've come to realize that Al's Brooklyn accent tends to come out more when he's angry. Tanya sighed; sliding her fingers through her hair before her fingers wondered to her now scabbed over swollen lip. 

"I'm sorry." She says.

"You're sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it! If you wanted money you could have come to me and asked me for some money, I would have given you a check bigger than Christmas for Christ's sake! If you wanted someone fuckin dead, I would have it done! If you wanted the shit beat out of someone, I WOULD HAVE FUCKIN DONE IT!! Now I have to clean up your mess!" He was shouting now; face red and little particles of spit flying here and there. 




Miss Khandie Ch. 03



"Why did you have to drag Frank into it? My best man?" I looked at her with stupefied eyes. Frank was working for Al? "And you!" He looked at me now making my heart do overtime. "Why did you even let her talk you into this fucking mess? Is your dick that far up that it's clouding your good judgment?" He looked back at Tanya moving towards her and slowly gritting his teeth. They peered into each others eyes with pure dislike for one another, at least for the moment and the next words that came out of Al's mouth wounded her, even though the proof came out as a glare in her eyes. "She's a snake! A gold digging, unjustified, promiscuous, scandalous conniving SNAKE." He paused then continued. "I have to pay big fucking bucks to get Frank out of those river niggers jail. Do you know what they do to Americans in there you stupid-!" 

He snapped. Al's hand went flying. Even though Tanya had jumped up to avoid it, it had struck her regardless and his other hand had flailed out, catching her hair as his other struck her again. 

I guess I could have done something, but like I've said before. I'm afraid of Al and I'm not ready to die for her or for anyone else. So I just sat there, clamped my jaw shut tight and watched as Al smacked her around. He shoved her to the ground standing there for a long time while she pushed herself up onto her hands, sitting with her knees bent and her now matted hair covering her face. I heard her sniff and I knew she was crying.

"You kids," Al said, straightening his tie and jerking on his suit. Whatever wrinkles were there, disappeared. "You're all the fuckin same. Greedy, sex addicted, blood thirsty, cock sucking, coke addicted whores." He moved around the couch, continuing to speak. "My own niece can't even come to me for a little bit of help. What do I have to do? Bring the whole goddamn world down for you?" His voice trailed off as the door behind him shut. 

I didn't move until I was sure Al wasn't coming back, because sometimes he'd storm back in and continue his rant. When I was sure, I stood up taking a few steps towards Tanya, lowering down beside her and lifting her chin. I brushed her hair away from her red, bruised face, looking into her eyes as she blinked more tears away. 

"I can't do this anymore Tanya." I finally worked up the nerves to say it. She pulled her face back, looking away and sniffing again. "I'm getting out of here. I can't live my life the way we are, right now. Al scares the shit out of me."

"So what? You're going to just leave?" She asked through a strained voice.

"What do you expect me to do?"

"Stay with me!" she begged in a defeated tone. Now, she began to sob. I couldn't stand seeing her cry. I wrapped my arms around her tight, pulling her into my lap and holding her. She held onto me as if the wind would blow me away. Quite frankly, I couldn't stand that either.

I was done. I knew when she was fast asleep I'd leave and probably never see her again. And if I did, then things would never be the same. I couldn't go through another week of whatever Al had planned. I didn't want to see Frank when Al bailed him out of Mexico's prison. I didn't want to be a slave to Tanya's crazy idea of love and what you should do if you really loved someone. I wasn't a killer. I'm just an ordinary human being trying to live out a dream that had turned into a complete nightmare.



Miss Khandie Ch. 04



Dear readers, 

Real life sometimes catches you buy surprise, so please forgive me for having posted this chapter late. I dedicate this to griffin57, a good friend and a another amazing writer who believes in my talent and work. 

Xoxo, 

Nightingale

[1]

Took a one way trip back to Glen Ellyn, Chicago and a cab to the very place I had refused to go back to for so many years after me and my dad's last fight. My dad was a retired veteran, hard ass everything-my way type of guy. I could never really win an argument with the man. He renovated his dad's house, my grandfather and his father before him, after he died and moved in while my mom was pregnant with me. The big house was built near Lake Ellyn a couple miles down from where Lake Glen Ellyn Hotel once had been. It was an old house, stood tall during the day and silent at night, so silent you could hear the mice crawling through the walls. Brown-black hardwood floors that creaked when you walked a crossed them, tall narrow windows, too narrow hallways—you get the gist? The house scared me. 

I was hesitant walking up the old cobblestone walkway towards the wraparound porch. The old mailbox just inside was packed and overflowing with old mail. The grass was dead and garbage was strewn out everywhere. The iron gate had been partially open and infested with poison ivy, which was rare, given the paranoid state of my dad; he would have locked it before settling down at night. My great grandmother's old rocking chair was still sitting silently in the same spot it had been when I was just a boy, on the right side of the doubled door beside its matching table in front of the doors side window. The old flower beds were dead with old dirt and weeds. This wasn't right. My mother would have kept up with not only the garden, but the trimming of the poison ivy and she would never have let the yard get as bad as it was. 

I climbed the porch stairs, stopping at the front door. My heart raced against my chest, choking up into my throat and fighting butterflies I hardly even wanted. I couldn't imagine what my dad's reaction would be when he opened the door. 

Three minutes spoke to me. One said turn around, go back to Tanya, apologize. Two said you're a fucking idiot, why would the old man ever want to see you? Three said do this for your mother, she probably really misses you. Four came around and my head was clear, my heart settled and my hand wrapped on the door with a closed fist. Six snuck up on me, two minutes into the night I'd been standing at the door for seven and nobody responded. My instinct told me someone was inside. 

"Mom? Dad?" When nine rolled around, I decided to try my luck with the door knob; surprisingly it surrendered to my prying touch. 

The house was dark, silent and almost too lonely. I stepped in, pushing the door closed and letting my eyes adjust before reaching out to the left and flipping the foyer light on. I set my suitcase down letting my eyes roam over the small desk sitting just below the mirror against the hallway's wall which was located right a crossed from the stairs. A sudden rush of regret and sorrow overtook me. What if my dad over the years had convinced my mom not to speak to me? There were so many questions that were shooting through my mind that it hurt. 

I moved towards the stairs, slowly climbing them and calling out to my dad. With as much silence as there was in the house, I began to think I was the only one as I journeyed through room after room, hall after hall reminiscing on my childhood. I was an only child at the time that played with older cousins and teased nieces for the hell of it until I had sprouted into a teen, which was when my little sister was born. Then that horrible day came. . .hardly eighteen years old, kicked out all because. . .why does it really matter? It's been five years, I'm twenty three now almost old enough to understand his reasons, yet the child in me is still confused. 

I'd made my way to the living rooms threshold which was right beside the wall of the stairs, flipping the light on and feeling my heart flutter with a rush of panic, you know that feeling you get when someone's already in the room and it silently scares you? That's how I was feeling. Moving around towards the end of the couch so I could get a better look of the shadowed figure, due to the dull overhead light, I slowly began to realize who it was. My dad seemed to have aged a hundred years. His figure wasn't that toned soldier build he used to have during the days that I knew him. He was gaunt with a hunched figure and hair whiter than a set of pearls. Even from where I stood I could see the mark of old age, the spots people begin to inherit when they're in their late fifties going on sixty. His blue eyes were dull and sad, so sad it made my heart ache. 

Even moving towards him, he didn't move or acknowledge my presence, he just stared blankly at the floor with his bony wrists resting on the arm of his chair and his fingers curled lazily around it. I knelt down beside his right knee, glancing over his face, hesitantly placing my hand on his. Slowly, he came back, turning his head towards mine and looking into my eyes. 

"Hi dad. . ." I was surprised at how soft the words had come out. His eyes danced back and forth between mine, masking his thoughts and never uttering a word. "Where's mom?" I asked. No response. He incoherently mumbled something before pulling his hand back and struggling to stand. I had to help him.

"Dad-" He interrupted me, walking as slow as a tortoise through the living room, waving a hand.

"Your room." Was all he said before disappearing around the corner. 

Through the months that followed I dedicated my time to rejuvenating the yard and my mothers old flower beds. I trimmed away the poison ivy, cleaned up the garbage, bagged the old mail and made sure the old iron gate was secure enough to lock and keep intruders out if the need to really be alone ever came. And despite all the work I tried to do to keep myself busy, Tanya's pretty face still plagued my mind. 

Three months into my stay, I had finally gotten the time to sit down in the living room and separate my dad's mail from old to up-to-date, to current. There were unpaid bills, notices, companies and people who wanted him to return their calls even the bank had sent a letter of warning. He was almost two thousand dollars overdue in bills, which I couldn't understand because my mother was always on top of things like this. So being the good son that I am and knowing that something possibly was happening to my dad, mentally and physically—I returned the calls, I promised to pay the bills before they cut the power along with the water and heat. Prior to that, I received a phone call through all the havoc of having to return so many other phone calls. It was one that made my heart race and kept me up for two days worrying. 

It was a call from Adventist GlenOaks Hospital, a woman named Ruth Barren, my father's nurse advised that he be brought in for a check up on a cancerous cell that they had found on his liver and a tumor on his brain that had removed four years ago that was re-accruing. I booked an appointment for this coming Monday before hanging up with her and nearly breaking down with surprise, not the crying type, the cat-got-your-tongue-I-can't-believe-this-is-happening type. My dad was all that was left of my family besides my sister, but god knows where she was now after so many years. There was a distant uncle and a few cousins I never talked too but that wasn't my concern. To add onto the stress that was building inside of me, I found a letter addressed to me from my mom, dated last April four years ago, unsent and hidden inside an old book lying on the corner of the coffee table. It was really an accident and one I wish I hadn't stumbled on but it was inevitable and the letter stared right at me as soon as that book hit the floor. Not only had I found that letter, I had also found her memorial card stuffed away inside that book with a picture of just the three of us, her holding me as a little boy and one of the only ones where my dad had actually looked happy. You can only imagine what someone could be feeling if nobody had ever told them that their mother or father or anyone so close to their soul and heart had died four years prior. 

Apologies, wishes, reminisces, problems, your father had surgery, your great grandmother just passed away, your third cousin was in a horrible car accident and in intensive car; he'll be released in a month or so, your father's tumor hasn't resurfaced, your father had a stroke, heart attack, won't take his medicine, please come home, come home, come home. . .

Come home echoed through my head, her voice echoed through my head. . .wavering my heart and almost bringing tears to my eyes.

Come home, this is all I'm asking of my darling son. It would do your father good to see you and be able to speak to you. We have so many things to discuss—so on and so forth, signed Janette Louis-Françoise Kearn. 

Yes, my heart felt as if it had just shattered into a million pieces. My mother's image flashed through my mind as the tears welled up and my fingers slowly crushed the edge of that letter in my hand. I was angry, betrayed, and hated by the one man who had given her the gift of life and the child she had always dreamt of. He hadn't told me because the very day I left he disowned me, cast me out and cursed my very name. I swore to myself I would never come back, but not everyone can hold what they cross their fingers on, especially when they need out from another nightmare that had bristled itself around them.

Darkness wouldn't be the correct term for what I was feeling then. It was more of regret than anything, regret and a cloud of grey sorrow and failure that towered over me for what weeks were to come. This was something that couldn't be forgiven, replaced, mended, taken back or treated away. This was a scar, a scar so deep that not even my own body could fight it away or make it fade over the years to come. This was fresh and something I would have to deal with until my father's last breath. 

Monday morning rolled around and I found it almost impossible to get out of bed, but I did. The night before was a blur and even still I could smell the faint scent of alcohol and whisky on my breath. I showered and spent almost ten minutes brushing away the smell. I packed my dad a bag of clothes and a few books incase the hospital decided to keep him for additional tests. 

Out in his garage I found that his old 1967 Cadillac Eldorado occupied the wide space and had hardly been driven. The leather seats were a treat to my sense of smell and the damned thing had been shined to perfection. We drove to Adventist GlenOaks Hospital, a good thirty mile drive from where we were. Sat in the waiting room for over an hour or longer before the very nurse I had spoken to over the phone called his name. She made him sit in a wheelchair while another nurse wheeled him to an examination room.

For the next seven hours nurses and a couple of doctors were in and out of the room, leaving with him, coming back, talking to him, taking him for more tests, asking him questions so on and so forth. His speech was slow when he spoke to them, aged to a quality that was almost nice to hear in a man as old as him. He had married my mother in his late thirties while she was in her early twenties, a fixed marriage by each of their parents who were close friends. It wasn't until his early fifties and her late thirties that she had me. 

Around five-thirty in the evening Ruth Barren came into the room with a concerned look on her face. 

"So many tests and you can't come up with a goddamn answer." My father said in a quiet tone before looking up at her with tired eyes.

"Mr. Kearn, from the x-rays we have taken. . .and the recent blood work you let us take from just a few weeks ago. . ." She paused watching him as he sat idle watching her. "We strongly advise you to get yourself a stay at home care provider." I stared at her for a few minutes before looking at my dad who looked down mumbling. 

"Wait a second," I started. "What's this with the care provider?" I asked her. 

"Has no one informed you the health difficulties your father has been dealing with?" She asked me. Uh, no—he didn't even notify me of my own mother's funeral.

"No." I finally said. Ruth Barren took a deep breath before speaking and looking me directly in the eyes.

"Your father is currently in stage five of Alzheimer's disease. I have papers on it before you leave here today that will explain the condition of the disease and what may occur during the next few months to a year in a half. His liver is not our biggest concern, although we would like to schedule him in for surgery of this coming month. The tumor we removed years ago is reoccurring and his doctors fear that if we don't take it out soon it will be too late." Even if I was angry at him for keeping my moms passing a secret from me, I couldn't hold back that bowling ball sitting in the pit of my throat. I swallowed hard clamping my jaw shut and looking at my dad who was now staring at the shiny floor. After a few minutes I felt her warm hand on my arm. I couldn't help but look at her. "I strongly recommend you start looking for someone who is willing to stay for awhile and care for him. Someone with a good back ground, patience and a good heart. It will take some digging, but it will be worth it for him. In his condition, his memory is one of our other concerns." 

That was the end of that. I walked him to the car with a heavy burden on my shoulders. The bad thing was, I didn't have the money for how much the surgery would cost or for the care provider. I hardly had any money at all. 

[2]

A couple weeks later I was spending hours on end interviewing nurses from all over Chicago and Glen Ellyn. None of them sparked my attention or gave me a good, safe feeling about their presence. So I stopped looking, decided to put an ad in the paper, one that would reach out to more than just Chicago, forgetting about my battle with Tanya and her psycho uncle. 

Two weeks into a month there was a knock on the front door. Her name was Connie Davis, a tall, pale skinned, chocolate brown haired woman with big hazel eyes and natural pink lips. She reminded me somewhat of Jayne Mansfield, only with fuller lips and more breathtaking than the actress herself. She couldn't any older than twenty-eight, but god was she beautiful. I wouldn't mind dating someone five years older than I was. . .Her figure was perfect and her long hair stopped just below the small of her back. Natural volume and perfect waves that shined in the suns light. She wore a pair of white rimmed glasses that looked good with her fashion and features. 

She was one of those women that didn't like to show too much skin, one that enjoyed burying her own body in fancy knit-sweaters and long sleeved shirts, turtle necks and vests. Tight blue jeans or beige khaki's were her thing. I guess you could imagine her as a foxy librarian.

"Mr. Kearn?" She asked, glancing at the newspaper in her hand before looking at me. 

"Trevor-" I had almost stuttered it but my mouth new it's words better than I did. "I mean call me 

Trevor." I put my hand out and she gleefully took it, smiling big, revealing a set of straight white teeth.

"I saw your ad in the paper and figured I'd take a trip down here and introduce myself to you." I made way for her as she stepped inside forgetting the two suitcases she had brought with her. I happily grabbed them for her and lead her into the living room where my dad sat staring out the window. I had that good feeling creeping up on me and her presence felt even better to me. She was the right person for the job.

I didn't have to think twice.

"This must be your father." She said. Her eyes grew sad as she fiddled with the corner of her hand purse. I followed her glance, realizing how sad he looked. I knew without mom, he was more than just lonely.

"Yeah, that's him." I answered. "Listen," I looked at her drawing her attention away from my dad and to me. "I really don't have time to look around for anymore people so. . ."

"Oh don't worry Mr. Kearn-Trevor," She corrected. "This is what I do for a living and if you need to do a background check or whatever-"

"We'll worry about that later. I just have one issue I need to talk to you about." She watched me intently. "I just paid two thousand dollars worth of passed due bills plus recent ones. . .I can pay you I just don't have the money right now, I mean it will be a couple of weeks." 

"Oh, that's fine. Don't worry about it." She gave one last smile before moving towards my father, kneeling down beside him and successfully winning over his attention. 

Months went by as if they were days. Connie and I had quickly befriended one another. She came in and out of the house freely, buying groceries, cleaning, taking care of my dad—reading to him, having small conversations with him and even surprising me with an outstanding performance on an old viola she had brought with her. She was able to emanate such feeling just from the tunes she played that even I could feel the devilish tug gripping at my soul. 

Stress picked up again after the hospital refused to do the surgery on my father to remove his brain tumor because I didn't have the money. I tried to convince them that I would have it a week after the surgery but they wouldn't have it. 

"Come back when you have the money and we'll be able to do what is necessary for your father's health." That's when Frank and Al showed up, in Al's shiny Lincoln limo, parked outside of my father's iron gate and marching up the cobblestone walkway towards our front door. Not good. . .

"Trevor," Connie was the one who had warned me, asking who the people were pilling up on my front porch.

"What are you talking about?" I asked her moving towards the window and pushing the curtain to the side. My heart had exploded and my blood thickened. There was no way in hell they could have known where I would go when I left Tanya that night. The ad in the newspaper hadn't crossed my mind at that point in time either. "Shit." I breathed, pulling the curtain closed and hearing a knock at the front door. I looked at Connie, then to my dad sitting beside the window again, mindlessly peering out of it. "Take him upstairs to his bedroom." I moved towards the front door as she obeyed. 

"Who is it?"

"Chicago my boy!" Al was the one to speak. "I have much to discuss with you, why don't you open up and let's have a talk you and I?"

"I'd rather talk somewhere else." I told him through the door.

"Chicago, don't make things difficult. . ." He paused for almost a minute before speaking again. "You've already damaged my niece, open the goddamn door up and let's have a talk." I could never forget about the day he drove me around in his limo suggesting how fast he could get rid of me if I ever hurt her. 

I opened the door slowly, scared out of my mind and trying to put the pieces together. Al opened his arms up with a smile, raising his eyebrows and waiting for me to embrace him. Frank was standing right behind his right shoulder. There were men dressed in casual suite, black glasses and earpieces; they kind of reminded me of government scum undercover. But they were far from that and there were at least twelve of them. Finally, I took a step out the front door and hugged Al. I felt like he could feel my heart thudding against my chest at how tight he was squeezing me. 

This was a show of dominance and you had better do as I ask and say these next few minutes, because it's dyer to your well being. That's what this embrace told me.

"Good to see you Chicago, real good." He gave me a good smack on my back, released then walked right passed me into the house. Frank put a hand on my shoulder, squeezed it softly then followed Al's lead. "Nice place, very nice." I turned stepping back into the house watching as two of Al's men came inside and the rest spread out along the property. I had hardly realized the guns. "So," Al began. I closed the door, following him into the kitchen as he sat down, rubbing his thumb over his eyebrow while crossing a knee over the other. 




Miss Khandie Ch. 04



Franks eyes bore into me, I hated it. 

"You're in a bit of a predicament, aren't you?" I felt like a dummy, standing in the kitchen's threshold unsure of what to say or do. I didn't even understand what he was talking about. "You put an ad in the paper, Chicago." Al said pulling a pair of reading glasses out as one of his men handed him a folded up newspaper. It was months old, already yellowing and torn in certain places. I watched him as he snapped open the newspaper and began to read, his Brooklyn accent strong and intimidating.

"Help wanted," He started, peeking over the top of the newspaper and the rim of his glasses at me. "Stay at home care provider needed to care for senior. Must have experience, good background, own transportation, loving, energetic-caring. M-S 24-hours a day call or visit the address posted below. Salary negotiable." He slowly refolded the newspaper, handing it back to his man and taking off his reading glasses. At this point, I wanted to turn into liquid and sink through the floor. I was EXTREMELY stupid for putting that ad in the paper. Then again, stress has a way of masking your other problems. I moved towards the fridge, pulling it open and reaching for a bottle of brandy before moving towards the counter and grabbing two glasses, one for me, one for King Al. He watched me, silent and somewhat passive, as I poured him and myself a glass of brandy. I didn't mind putting the lid back on because I knew I would need more than just one glass to numb whatever was going to happen next. I brought the bottle with me to the table.

"Is it a mother?" He asked as I moved towards him, handing him his glass and setting the bottle down on the table before pulling out a chair and sitting down. "Father? Grandmother?" He paused giving me enough time to speak while he took a sip of his brandy.

"My dad." I said, pouring the cool liquid into my mouth and swallowing it whole. I ignored the way it burnt going down but quickly forgot the sensation as it warmed my blood stream. I poured another glass, glancing at Frank before looking back at Al as he spoke. 

"Ah." Al says, taking another sip of his brandy. "I've got a deal for you Chicago." He says, eyeing his glass. "Some ice?" I down the second glass before standing up and taking his glass, heading towards the freezer and pulling it open. 

"Yeah? What would that be?" I ask him. I scoop some ice into his glass, turning back towards him as the freezer slams shut. 

"Your father was supposed to have surgery months ago for that tumor in his head." I freeze beside his knee, gripping his glass in my hand and swallowing as a frown creeps up onto my face. There's no way in HELL Al would have been able to get any information on my dad, let alone—how the fuck would he even know about his condition or his name?! "Then there's the matter of his liver." He says softly, keeping the v in the word short while dragging on the r a little as our eyes meet, trying to find each others soul and purpose. "Then there's the Alzheimer's problem, stage five—the main reason you got yourself a care provider. You did didn't you? Where is she?" I force myself to hand him his iced glass of brandy, feeling my stomach turn and hating the fact that every time this man spoke to me, my blood would run dry and my nerves became so worked up that it made me sick. "Sit down Chicago." He sticks a finger in his glass, poking at his ice before stirring it then taking another sip, watching me closely as I tear my eyes from him and sit. 

Alright, this is what I'm able to gather in my mind as he's watching me, enjoying his iced brandy and every second of dominance and fear he imposes on me. He'll offer to pay for my father's surgery but that will lead to a I do this for you, you do that for me. Who knows what Al has up his sleeve? Then there's the idea that maybe he really will end up hurting me, maybe breaking a bone or cutting off a finger or better yet, hurting my dad for hurting Tanya, that's another possibility. . .

"Chicago," He rips me from my thoughts. "Stop thinking and pay attention." He says, finishing up his glass of brandy and setting it down on the table. "I will forgive you for leaving in the night in hopes to hide from Tanya and myself, I mean I understand. She's a needy cunt, crazy like her uncle. But she needs to be tamed; she will be sooner or later but not just yet. I will pay for your father's surgery. We'll get the proper medication he needs to keep the tumor away. When the problem with his liver reaches its peak and say, he needs another surgery, I'll pay for that one too. I'll pay the bills for this lovely house; I'll pay your health provider. I'll do all these things under one condition." Under one condition? I don't even want to hear what he's about to say. "You take this job I offer you, work with Frank and make my niece happy again. I'm only asking for a couple years worth of your time. Then? You're free to go. I'll pay you more than what you can handle—you'll be set for life! But you have to do this one thing for me and that's to accept this job I'm offering you. You'll be paid in advance; your father will be taken care of. Your sister. . .will be taken care of." Wait what? My sister?

"What did you just say?" I looked at him as if he were an enemy, eyebrows plastered together and anger flowing through my veins. It wasn't only my dad he was involving with his business, but my little sister. I hadn't seen her for years. This meant he knew where she was. "What is this? I don't understand." I admitted, trying to keep calm.

I feel myself shaking.

"Think, if you don't take my offer how will you get the money Chicago?" Al stands up, straightens out his tie, his suite—slides a hand over the side of his hair glancing at his men before looking back at me. "How will you pay for your father's surgery? How will you keep his provider around?" He moves towards my side, stopping and bending down so that his face is level with mine. 

I can't look at him. 

"How will you pay for this house? You don't have a job." He puts a hand on the back of my neck, slowly squeezing as if to massage it. "You don't run your own business. . .you graduated six years ago and you still don't have plans for your life. You screwed that up when your father tried to get you into the military." He pauses for a long time, standing up straight but never loosening his grip on my neck. "He hates you Chicago, with what little memories he has but here you are, doing good deeds, trying to work off the bad fight you and he had before you ever left. You broke the family you know Chicago, your sister?" He loosens his grip finally. "What if I was to tell you I know exactly where she is?" I grit my teeth together before putting a hand over my mouth and trying my damndest not to explode. I feel him let go of my neck and listen to his foot steps as he moves behind me towards the table, setting a small card down with his private line.

"You call me Chicago and tell me whether you accept my offer or not. No rush, I'll be in New York waiting." 

I listened to them as they left; closing the front door and making their way back to the limo and a couple of Al's men's cars. I listened as their engines started and they pulled away from the curb. I listened for a long time, sitting there and repeating everything Al had just said to me in my head. The logical thing to do was to accept his offer for my dad's sake. 

"Trevor," I jumped, sucking in air through my nose and standing up turning. Connie stood in the kitchens threshold and I knew by the look on her face that she had heard everything. "Are you going to take it?" She asked. 

"No." I said moving passed her towards the living room. I felt her grab a hold of my wrist, tugging on it as we both looked each other in the eyes. 

"No?" She repeated. Her eyes were glazed and her voice trembled as she spoke. "Why are you doing this then? Helping him? Why are you here if it's not to keep him alive for a few more years before he forgets who you really are?" She blinked tears away releasing my wrist and waiting for me to speak, but I couldn't. "Don't you want to make peace with him before it's too late?" She whispered whipping a hand over her cheek and wiping away another tear. She moved around me silently and I watched her knowing that my decision if it was to decline the offer would hurt not only my father but her.

She stopped behind his shoulder, placing one hand on it while smoothing what was left of his white hair back on his head. I knew I only had a couple of days to make my decision before things became irreparable inside my fathers body. 

[3]

Two days passed in silence. Connie didn't look at me the same as she had the first day we met. She looked at me as if I were a stranger trying to piece me together in her mind as she worked. When seven o'clock rolled around I decided I would do what I had told her I wasn't going to do. 

I called Al.

"Chicago?" Even though I hadn't said a word when he'd answered the phone he knew it was me. "You've been thinking real hard these passed few days haven't you son? Who could turn down an offer as magical as this?" He was being a stuck up ass in his own way. 

"Before I give you a solid answer, where am I going to stay if I take your offer?" 

"The jobs start here Chicago. I rent you out a nice flat near the ocean or Time Square, where ever you decide; you'll get five grand every Friday. I'll send three grand every month to your father's place, that should cover the bills for the house including hospital bills, medications and your health provider's allowance. This is important business Chicago, if you take it you're in until your times up. You'll sign a contract and from there do whatever I say." The line went quiet; I knew he was anticipating my answer. If I had known he would cough out so much money just to get me to work for him, I would have said yes the minute he laid his offer out on the table. I ran a hand over my neck feeling my heart speed up as I spoke.

"Okay Al." 

"Yes?" He asked with surprise. 

"Yes, I accept your offer." 

"Bene, bene!" He said happily. "I'll book you a private flight to New York; all you need to do is give the front desk that card I gave you. They know who I am. I'll see you soon Chicago, three days." The line went dead.

That evening I couldn't figure out how to tell Connie let alone my dad. I couldn't tell how he felt or if he was really even there anymore with the way he sat idle beside the window. I guess I would just have to be straight forward. 

Connie was in the kitchen then, preparing a delicious smelling soup for my dad. She was wearing black jeans and a blue knit shirt, low in the back surprisingly showing a good portion of her slender back. Underneath was a white tank top. Her hair was pulled into a high pony tale, fashionably cricked by a centimeter while her earlobes sparkled with diamond pearl earrings. She had moved the big pot onto the back burner, flipping the stove off and turning so she could see me. With the look she gave me I knew I may have startled her. 

"I called him." I finally said, moving towards the sink as she watched me. "I leave for New York in three days." I looked at her, still moving towards her only this time slower. "I'll be making five grand a week; he'll be sending you three every month. You take whatever you feel you deserve from those checks and spend the rest on bills and other necessities." I stopped in front of her glancing over the soft strands of defiant wavy bangs that framed her face and refused to sit back with the rest of her hair. 

She was breathtaking. 

"That's good. . ." She said standing for a few minutes longer watching me. "I'm glad you made that call." She finally turned, stirring the soup before grabbing a bowl and dishing some out. "Are you hungry?" She asked without looking at me, setting the bowl down on the counter and covering the soup back up. 

I didn't answer her, instead I moved closer. I admit, my feelings had grown beyond friendship these passed few months and all I wanted now was to prove to her that I was mature enough to be with her. She had gone still when I moved up behind her, grabbing a hold of one hip while brushing her hair away from her back with my other hand. I pressed my lips against the left side of her neck, just behind the inside of it and knew from the way she was breathing that I had won her over. The wedding ring resting on her finger didn't matter to me at this point, but I wasn't about to sleep with her wearing it, so I took her hand, moving my lips over the inside of her neck as she tilted her head in the opposite direction; slipping it off and setting it down on the counter. Her hand guided mine to the button of her pants and I knew what she wanted.

"Where is he?" I whispered in her ear, unbuttoning them. I caressed her tight stomach before slipping my hand down into her panties, over the most sensitive spot she possessed and felt her bloom beneath my fingers as I rubbed, teased and probed. She gasped, holding onto the counter and pressing back into me, shuddering while my finger worked her clit in fast circles. "Are we safe to do it here?"

"He's in bed, staring at the—the TV. . ." She could hardly speak. This made me wonder how long it had been since she had had sex.

Some how we had made it to the table, with almost every piece of clothing tossed carelessly to the floor. I wanted to see her face while I fucked her so we agreed to her resting on her side on one elbow while I held one leg up over my shoulder. She was as tight as a virgin during their very first time, begging me to go slow until she felt she wanted it harder. I haven't slept with a man in forever, were her exact words. What about her husband? I didn't ask. It took a few seconds before I was buried inside her, gripping her thigh and hip with my hands while slowly working in and out of her. This position I knew drove her crazy just by the way she moaned and squeezed my wrist, closing her eyes and biting the corner of her lower lip. 

A few minutes in and the pace picked up.

"C'mon Trevor, fuck me like a real man would." She said looking into my eyes. I squeezed her hip hard, drawing a gasp from her before slamming in and out of her fast, hearing the table creek beneath her. "Yes," She breathed, closing her eyes and grabbing a hold of her breast with one hand. She caressed it while the other danced freely, moaning even louder. "Yes! That's it, right there, fuck me just like that baby—mmmmm!"

I grunted, reached my peak before forcing it back down and trying to concentrate solely on her. She was beautiful even while the sweat glazed over her body. Her pussy gripped me on and off, sending sensations through me that I didn't want to end. She made a comment about how well I was hitting her spot, so I went harder, faster—tried going deeper and in doing this I couldn't hold back any longer. 

I buried myself deep inside of her and even when I told her I was about to cum, she didn't stop me from doing so. She wanted it; I could see it in her eyes. Before I released, I turned her hips while still inside of her so that her thighs were now locked on my hips. I pinned her wrists down over her head, kissed her hard and came with her. She trembled under me, squeezing my hips tighter with her thighs and pulling her face away so she could moan freely. Her hips bucked up for tighter penetration and her body locked and stiffened as she came. After a few minutes she finally relaxed. I released her wrists, standing up straight and sliding my hands down over her breasts, slowly caressing them as she lay there, breathing hard with her eyes closed and her perfect lips parted in satisfied ecstasy.

This was how the rest of my three days were spent, making love to her, learning what turned her on and what didn't, hooking her into wanting me more than just this. I had fallen for her as hard as I had fallen for Tanya. 

Sunday I flew out to New York City. Frank was the one who picked me up, said Al had "important business" to attend too but he would meet up with us at a restaurant he owned down town. Mean while, Frank was to show me where my flat was, take me to buy a new car and the things I would need for the job. 

Tanya resurfaced.



Miss Khandie



"Yes sir, I understand..."

"Bene!" He stood up, pushing the chair back and moving towards the door. Then he stopped and looked at me. "Oh one more thing, don't call me sir. Don't ever call me sir. Call me Al. I have a feeling we're gonna become good pals." His man pulled the room door open and he left.

  Two hours later I was released and met in front of the hospital by a shiny black Lincoln Limo. Can you guess who was inside? Quit playing, you know who was inside. Yes! You're right, Al. My new pal Al. Hey that rhymes doesn't it? Anyway back to the point. I got in, sat down was handed a drink with King Al stretched out and feeling comfortable in the seat in front of me. It was just he and I. 

"You know what this prick told me he would do to my niece if I didn't bring him fifty grand?" I shook my head. I felt it was inappropriate to speak, especially since I didn't know what I should say or how I should react. He straightened up, pulled out a fancy pistol, cocked it and pointed it right at my head. Okay, just a second. Here we go again. I'm queasy, I'm feeling a bit light headed and this asshole's pointing a gun at my head. I have no idea if I should start praying, beg for mercy or just sit there like a little bitch and keep quiet. I'm sure he has more to say. "Bang." He says, narrowing his eyes before tilting his head back just a little and grinning. "He said he's gonna kill her. Do you know what I do to people who threaten my family Chicago?" Chicago? How the hell did he know I was from Chicago?

"No Al, why don't you explain." I say. 

"I make sure no one, not their family, not their girl, not their friends-NO body ever sees them again. They disappear off the face of this planet. You know how fast I can get rid of you Chicago?" Alright, I admit I was scared. My heart was racing. I hadn't even touched the drink in my hands. He snapped making me shift and glance out the window in fear. "A snap of my finger Chicago and you're gone. A blink of an eye. Gone. No more Jason." Snap. "No more Chicago." Snap. " No more pesky tramps messing with my niece. No more for me to have to clean up. But because she specifacly asked me not to harm you..." He went quiet for a lonnnnnnnng lonnnnng time. Then he spoke again. "I'm not gonna touch you until you break her heart. Then," He raised his hands as if he were questioning me. "I'll get rid of you."

  The rest of the time we sat in complete silence. I was uncomfortable. He watched me the whole time with threatening eyes and an uneasiness about him that made me nervous. We reached Brooklyn by night fall. The streets cleared up as we pulled into a narrow alley, stopping in a deserted area where once there had been lively apartments were now abandoned run down apartments. There were several men all waiting for Al. Al and me. We got out and started for the stairs.

"This motherfucking prick's gonna see the end. I'll make sure he suffers." Al was riled up at this point. We climbed at least ten stairwells before we came to a deserted hallway. I could hear someone crying, was it Khandi? How would I know. I just knew it was pitiful and whoever it was sounded scared. Then came the sound of distant smacks. We made our way down the hall. These men had fucking pistols, riffles, semi automatics you name it, right in their grasps ready to shed blood. I guess Khandi really is important.

[3]

  We entered the very last doorway at the end of the hall where the crying was coming from. There stood Khandi in her ripped blouse, torn skirt and bare feet at the very edge of an open window with Jason who held her arm so tight that it was changing colors. Khandi's wrists were bound and her face was pretty beat up. Her mascara and eyeliner had run creating tear streaks down her beautiful cheeks. She was shaking. She was vulnerable. Her long hair danced in the breeze as me, Al, Jason and Khandi all stared at each other.

"Where's my money?" Jason finally said. Wow, really? You're asking a fucking mobster that question. Al busted out laughing. 

"Your money? Where's your money? You think I'm stupid? You think I would bring you money and let you walk out of here alive after what you done to my niece? How stupid are you kid?"

"You better watch it man!" He cocked his gun jabbing it just under Khandi's jaw, jerking her in front of him and making us all a little bit nervous. He was using her as protection. What a pussy.

"Hey, easy now-easy. You want your money? I'll get your money." Al said. He signaled one of the guys and they spoke into a piece on their suite.

"Just a few more minutes baby and you're free, you won't ever have to deal with me again." Jason said into her ear. Her eyes landed on me. My heart jumped, danced, did summersaults. I was still taken by her. I couldn't push the feeling that creeped up on me as we peered into each others eyes.

  The money was delivered. Al set the bags in the middle of the room while Jason waited for him to back off and ordered Al's men to lower their weapons or he'd shove Khandi right out the window. So they did, only because Al said so. And we waited while Jason checked both bags.

"Now," He said. He wrapped an arm around Khandi's shoulders exposing one of her breasts on accident as she brought her wrists up to cover it. "I leave, with Khandi. You can pick her up at the Red Lion." The fuck? No way man.

"No," I said it before Al could say anything. He looked at me with raised eyebrows wondering what I was doing.

"I wasn't talking to you." Jason said.

"Doesn't matter you're not taking her anywhere else. She needs a doctor. You got your money let her go."

"You think I'm fucking stupid you motherfucker?" His eyes went to Al. "You think I don't know what your plan is? You think I'm gonna let her go while all your guys stand her with loaded guns? You're waiting for the right chance, maybe you're waiting for me to I don't know, make a stupid move so you can put a hundred bullets in me or something. Well I got news for you. It's not happening that way you fuck." He pointed the gun at me, grabbing Khandi's neck from behind and pressing his cheek against hers. "Get over here, pick up my bags, the three of us will leave together, how about that baby? Maybe we can go back to my place and have ourselves a nice threesome." 

"Man just let her go."

"Alright how about this," He pointed the gun at her head barely brushing his finger against the trigger.

"No!" It was Al this time that made him freeze. It was Al who shoved me forwards and told me to go. "I'll find you guys just get the fuck out of here before he really makes a stupid mistake you bastard." So I picked up Jason's bags and followed him out of the building. We got into a car where his other guys were waiting and we drove off into the sun set towards the Red Lion hotel. He didn't get out with us though, he left us there while he sped off, getting farther and farther away. Free. That motherfucker was free. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that Khandi was safe.