United with the Family - Cherie Benjamin (book reader for pc txt) 📗
- Author: Cherie Benjamin
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"Park the car, and I'll call you when I'm done." Kurtus told Pedro.
Pedro was thankful he didn't have to witness the Boss in action. Over the years, he had to endure many of the sessions and clean up when it went too far, so this was truly a blessing.
Kurtus exited the car, walked up to the door, and entered the passcode into the keyboard. Opening the door, he was happy to see that this was exactly the type of club he needed. The walls were painted blood red and the light was dimmed, but not enough to not be able to see around the club.
"Good evening, how can we help you, Sir?" A tall leggy blonde-haired woman asked.
"I need a playroom for four hours." Kurtus demanded as he slung his duffle bag over his shoulder.
"That will be four thousand dollars, Sir." The attendant stated casually.
"And I need one, possible two submissives." Kurtus answered as he broke out his wallet.
"Certainly, that will be an additional three thousand per submissive, Sir."
Kurtus pulled out the total of $10,000 cash, and handed it over to the woman. "I'll take one now and the other in about two hours." He demanded as he put his wallet into his back pocket.
"Certainly, Sir. I will get the girls lined up."
Kurtus took as seat on one of the leather sofas lining the reception area as he waited for the attendant. Approximately fifteen minutes later, the attendant escorted Kurtus into the inspection room of the club where ten submissives were lined up for him to select from.
Kurtus took in the selection of girls for him to choose from. All the submissives were presented in a black leather zipped up bodysuit. Each were in presentation stance, feet apart, hands behind their back, and their heads down facing the floor.
Kurtus walked the entire line and then stood back and examined each one. There were two that really caught his attention. One, a statuesque redhead that was just his type. His eye caught the tattoo of a hummingbird on the top of her right shoulder. But the girl that really captured his attention was the beautiful brunette that stood at the end of the line. She just screamed “fuck me”. Her hair and build kind of reminded him of the White bitch. He thought that she would be perfect, because he would think of the White chick as he rammed his cock into the submissive’s ass relentlessly. Sort of practice for when he took that bitch away from Kane, and she became his.
Turning towards the attendant, Kurtus told her his choices, “I want the redhead and the brunette on the end. I’ll take the brunette on the end for the first two hours, then you can send in the redhead for the last two hours. Oh, by the way, are the rooms soundproof?”
“Yes, Sir, all the playrooms are soundproof, sanitary, and stocked with various toys.” The attendant responded.
“Perfect, let’s get this show on the road.” Kurtus demanded, and clapped his hands together. Both of the girls he chose stayed in place as the others stepped back and left the room. Kurtus grabbed the brunette roughly by the arm, and marched her along as he followed the attendant to the playroom.
The attendant led Kurtus and the submissive down the long corridor to the first playroom on the right. Once she entered the code into the keypad, the door slid open, and they all entered. The attendant led Kurtus to the center of the room to show him all the amenities available for his use. The submissive, who still had her head bowed the entire time, took her kneeling position on the pillow that was just inside the door.
Once Kurtus was satisfied that he had everything he needed, he dismissed the attendant, with the reminder that, in two hours, she was to send in the redhead. The attendant acknowledged his request, and exited the room.
Kurtus threw his duffle bag on the floor next to the St. Andrew’s cross, and leaned against it as he leered at the submissive kneeling by the door. He took off his jacket and threw it over the whipping bench, and walked over to the submissive.
“Well, pet, looks like it’s just me and you for the next two hours,” he said as he circled the submissive. The submissive remained silent. Well trained, Kurtus thought to himself. Kurtus divested himself of his shoes and shirt, leaving him in nothing but his leather pants. He undid the button on the waist of his pants, and walked back over to the submissive. Again, he began circling the submissive and stopped directly in front of her bowed head.
“It has been too long since I’ve played, my little pet, and I plan to play hard tonight. Let’s start by seeing whether or not you have a gag reflex. I want you to pull down my zipper without using your hands, and suck my cock like your life depends on it. NOW!”
The submissive lowered her butt on to the top of her heels, but made no move to comply with Kurtus’ command. “You got a fucking hearing problem, bitch? I just gave you a command, now follow my fucking orders!” Kurtus spit out. When the submissive made no move to do as she was told, Kurtus reached his right hand to lift the submissive’s chin up. Once his hand touched the girl and she raised her head, the shock could have stopped Kurtus’ heart. There in front of him was Arabella White, Kane Leone’s fiancée.
Ara pulled her right arm from behind her back during the minute of hesitation by Kurtus, and aimed her nine millimeter, which had been stashed under the pillow she had been kneeling on, and shot Kurtus right between the legs.
Kurtus fell to the floor, blood oozing out the top of his pants and trailing out of the bottom of his pants leg, writhing in pain, “You shot me in the dick, you fucking bitch.” He was screaming in agony.
Immediately the door to the playroom flew open, and Zachary, Kane, and Nazario ran into the room. Nazario and Zachary went to stand over Kurtus.
Zachary kneeled down next to Kurtus and looked in the eyes of his sorry excuse for a grandson and said, “I may be old, Kurtus, but I will not permit even you to fuck with me. Did you really think you could order a hit on me and your grandmother without me finding out, you piece of shit? Well let me clue you in, Kurtus, even if we had met our deaths at your hand, you would not have taken over the family. No, that right goes to the oldest grandchild. Kurtus, meet your older half-sister, Arabella White.”
Even though Kurtus was in extreme pain, he stopped and laid stock still as looked into the eyes of his half-sister. Ara was now standing over Kurtus with her gun pointed at his head. His only thought was this can’t be happening. Ara smiled down at him and said, “Hello, brother, now say goodbye.” Ara pulled the trigger and fired the shot directly between Kurtus’ eyes, which were still wide with shock.
Nazario reached down and checked Kurtus for a pulse, while Kane went directly to Ara. She was still holding the gun in her hand. Kane lowered her arm, and took the gun from her hand, putting the safety back on. He cupped her face and kissed her forehead, “Come on, baby; let’s get out of here.” Kane looked over to Nazario, who was getting up, and saw him shake his head. Kurtus Morotti was dead.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Kane and Ara were in the back of the car heading back to the Leone Estate. Nazario was sitting up front with Roaland, talking on the phone. Ara was staring out the window and her hands were shaking in her lap from the adrenaline. Kane had his arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders with her head on his chest.
"Baby, are you okay? Please say something." Kane was starting to think maybe Ara’s silence since the shooting was a symptom of shock.
Ara glanced up at Kane with a blank expression on her face. Was she okay? Physically, yes, she felt okay, but, mentally she was all over the place. She had just killed her half-brother in cold blood. Hell, she didn't even blink when she pulled the trigger.
Ara replayed the last forty minutes of her life from the time she was lined up in the inspection room until she pulled that trigger. While she was standing in the lineup, all she could think about was that Kurtus had to die. To keep her family safe, to keep her grandparents safe, he had to die. And it was only right that after the two times he had tried to hurt her that she take on this responsibility. That is what she thought. And she did the job. But, she was starting to wonder what type of person she was that she could, so calmly, plan and execute the death of another human being. Was she a bad person? She never believed herself to be bad. Even enduring the lack of love and attention at the hands of her parents, she had never thought of retaliating. But this was different. This was not retaliation for what he had done to her, this was in defense of those she loved. She was doing this to protect them, and make things better for her family.
Coming back to the present, Ara looked into the eyes of the man she loved, and said, "I think I will be; just don't think badly of me for what I did." Ara said, holding tightly onto Kane’s arm. Her eyes started brimming with tears that maybe Kane would not love her as much after this.
"Never, baby, you did what needed to be done. I wish you had allowed me to do it. I fucking hate seeing you like this." He pulled her closer, if it was possible.
Ara released his arm and crawled onto his lap, straddling his legs, taking his scruffy face into her tiny hands and looking straight into his large forest green eyes. "I love you so much, and I love the family. I needed to do it. This was not only a test for me personally, but also for the family. Now they know that I can and will use my ability to protect them."
"But, baby…" Kane was about to attempt to relieve her of any guilt she may have felt.
Ara put up her finger to his pouty lips, rubbing the bottom lip gently with her thumb. "Shh, baby, I am fine. Let's get the rehearsal over with and get some sleep, because tomorrow is a big day." It was done, and she did not want to dwell on it anymore.
Kane could see what Ara was doing. She had resigned herself with the fact that she had to accomplish this task for personal and familial reasons. It was over, and time to move on. He understood she did not want to dwell on it any longer, so he changed the subject. "I can't believe you’re going along with the tradition of not seeing each other until the wedding. We haven't been apart since we first met. "
"But, baby, it’s tradition," She pouted.
"Fuck tradition, I want you with me always." He pouted.
"One night, Kane, and then forever." She grinned.
Kane leaned in placing his forehead to hers. Fuck, forever did sound good. “Okay, baby, forever,” He grinned.
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