Knight: Over The Edge Part 18

"I'm livid right now. Not only is Drew in the hospital full of bullet holes. Kat's home and a target of Sal Martin. She also wants her own revenge."

"Don't blame her bro. This is personal for her."

Justin speaks up. The other guys nod their heads in agreement.

"Our first problem is that I'm sure we have a traitor."

The men mumble after my statement.

"Our goal is too quickly and quietly find out who it is, then we can move forward with a plan to take out Sal."

"What's the plan for finding out who the mole is?" Pete asks.

Each man in the room is tense with anger. To these men betraying the family is personal. You don't join the Family without realizing your loyalty is always to the Knights first. Someone forgot that. I would make them remember in the end.

"Hunter's been asked to start running traces on several people already. I have a few ideas of who it could be. Nothing is concrete."

I s.h.i.+ft in my seat for a better advantage of seeing each face in the room.

"For now our plan is to feed false information about our plan to go after Sal. Eventually the false leads will lead us to who we are looking for."

"What about the problem with Sal?" Gary asks.

"Sal will be addressed once we have our suspects narrowed down. My biggest concern is making sure Sal no longer gets good information on our secret deals."

I slam a hand on the desk.

"I'm f.u.c.king tired of this b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

"What you goin' to do about Kat, bro?"

"I don't know. She's going to have a guard at all times. But she wants to be a part of Sal's takedown. I'm just not sure how to involve her in it safely."

I sigh.

"I'd rather not at all."

"Dude, she's your girl. Tell her to b.u.t.t out," Steve says.

Heads swivel in his direction, all of us looking at him like he's lost his mind.

"Tell Katarina Roberts to b.u.t.t out? You do remember the girl from school right Steve?" Justin asks.

"Oh yea."

It's almost comical watching his face as memories of the Kat he knew in high school rush through his mind.

"b.i.t.c.h was bada.s.s in high school. She never took s.h.i.+t off anyone."

"Right which is why I'm not going to try and stop her. I just want her safe while she helps "Put her working with Hunter and Luke."

Justin suggests. I want to punch him. Right I want her working with two of her ex-lovers.

"What?" He asks after I give him a look suggesting he has lost his mind.

"Hunter and Luke. That's who you want me to put my girl with, knowing her history with both of them?"

"Everyone including them knows Kat belongs to you. I don't think it'll be an issue," my brother says. Maybe he's right.

Discussion continues for another hour with various suggestions on how to bait our rat. The more the guys and I talk the more p.i.s.sed everyone becomes. Each guy here has different reasons, but it's a variation of the same theme: The Family and Kat. When it comes down to it, each man in this room has a deep respect for Kat that has nothing to do with me. A sense of pride fills me in knowing the woman I love can gain the respect of my men on her own.

Justin and I tell the guys about the beat down of Trish this morning. It's a funny tale to repeat this is not the first time Kat has beat Trish's a.s.s. It's a shame we have to stop her from killing her. That b.i.t.c.h deserves it. She's a horrible mother. She is a horrible wife. The only reason my dad stays married to her is it's cheaper on him, not to mention he can keep better control of Seth's whereabouts.

Heaven forbid that woman got custody of my little brother he would never be the same kid. Right now, he leads a normal life, thanks to my Dad and Ms. Bea, the rest of us try to help with him where we can. No one can deny the bond he has with Kat. That boy fell in love with Kat when he was four. I swear if he were older, he would fight me for her. I have to stop myself from laughing aloud at that thought.

We decide to set up a fake gun run to start eliminating suspects. The Knight Crew is made up of around a hundred men. We have to start narrowing it down. We set up two drop locations and divide the guys in half. This will start the process. We have to work fast. I don't want to waste time chasing a rat when the biggest problem is still on the horizon.

The messages are sent from Gary and Steve to the various men in their groups. The plan is in motion. Justin, Gary, and Steve will watch one group while Pete and I take the other group. Tonight our goal is to narrow our suspects in half.

Pete and I begin the set up for our group. It's a crate of guns and then five crates of junk. I hope this will work. I don't know what else we can do at this point. Two hours later, we all take off to our different drop points. It's not long before I get a text from Justin saying Martin men are there trying to steal the crates under their control. It's obvious the traitor is in the group under Justin. We tell the guys with us what is happening across town with Justin. To spread the word that we need a few guys to head over that way and help with taking out the Martins.

A full out gun battle is happening on the docks when we arrive. Its chaos and I'm not sure how the cops have not shown up yet. I find Justin hiding behind a s.h.i.+pping container, exchanging gunfire.

"Let's get out of here bro," I say to him.

Bullets whiz pa.s.s us. I draw my own gun and begin shooting. Justin and I need to get out of here. An arrest right now will not help us in any way.

"Pete'll get Steve and Gary out of here. The last thing we need is for any of us to get arrested right now."

Justin and I begin making our way toward the car I left hidden a block away. We stop once to reload our weapons. Hiding behind a dumpster in an alley. The smell is putrid, but we have managed to sneak off undetected.

Sirens sound in the night air. Justin and I reach the car just in time. My only hope is the rest of the Circle get out of this without going to jail. They are smart. I send a text to Pete telling him to head for my dad's when it's safe.

Justin and I are both fairly quiet on the way home. The only words exchanged are brief and to the point.

"I can't believe we actually have a traitor."

"It happens Justin. Kat's going to kill me."

"Yea she is. You kept her out of the loop."

Silence descends again. But it's a nice silence. We pull to a stop and walk toward the house.

Walking into the house I'm a.s.saulted.

"What the f.u.c.k were you thinking?"

Kat yells at me. As she lands a hard punch into my lower jaw.

d.a.m.n that b.i.t.c.h can throw a punch.

"What the f.u.c.k, Kitten?"

"You could have been arrested, or worse shot and killed, and for what?" she keeps yelling at me.

This isn't Kat just p.i.s.sed at me, this is Kat having a mental break from the stress.

"Dude, take her to her room before she freaks Seth out," Justin says calmly.

"I agree, get her alone and calm her down" Luke chimes in from the doorway to the family room.

My dad is coming down the hall from his office as I hoist Kat over my shoulder and begin making my way up the stairs with her.

"Take care of our girl" my dad's calm voice calls out.

"What the f.u.c.k people?" I ask, a little p.i.s.sed they are all telling me how to take care of Kat.

Tromping up the steps with a p.i.s.sed off Kat is not an easy task. She is beating on my back with her fists. She doesn't stop the whole way to her room.

Kicking open her door, I walk in and set her down on the ground. She stands there, p.i.s.sed off at me. I'm surprised smoke isn't coming out of her ears. I close the door behind us and lock us in.

"Kitten, calm it.

Chapter 18.

KAT.

Cole has my emotions at an all-time high, I'm angry, I'm scared, and I love him it's all one jumbled ball of yarn.

First, he did something risky and foolish tonight. The sting they set up to determine who the rat is, was dangerous. It could have gone wrong in so many ways. Second, to pick me up and carry me like some kind of caveman upstairs. It infuriated me. If I'm honest, it turned me on a little. What the heck is wrong with me?

"Are you f.u.c.king crazy?"

"Kitten, seriously you need to shut that mouth of yours."

"f.u.c.k you! I don't have to listen to this bulls.h.i.+t from you."

I walk over toward the window seat. It always calms me to sit down and look out over the backyard.

"Kitten please."

Cole pleads with me.

"No. you took a risk tonight with what you did. Are you stupid?"

"Watch what you f.u.c.king say to me Kat," Cole bellows, "I love you, but I still demand your respect."

"Then earn it mother f.u.c.ker."

His face looks more hurt than angry now.

I turn my back to Cole and shut my mouth before I make the situation worse. I didn't mean to offend Cole, sometimes it's a curse not having a filter from my brain to my mouth. I stand there looking out the window trying to find the words to say to Cole, but can't figure out what I can say to make it better.

I'm forcefully lifted into the air Cole's strong arms grip my body. I remain silent. He carries me over to the bed and roughly throws me down on it. I should be freaking out that he is so rough with me, but instead I grow instantly wet. The moisture between my legs in undeniable. Cole's body is on top of me in an instant my jean clad legs wrapped tightly around him.

"Kitten, you're a b.i.t.c.h."

He gazes deep into my eyes, the hurt s.h.i.+ning through.

His words should offend me, but they don't. Then his mouth is biting my nipple through my s.h.i.+rt. A low growl escapes him as his teeth sink into my nipple. Is he really biting my f.u.c.king nipple right now? His teeth bare down.

"f.u.c.k!"

This s.h.i.+t hurts. d.a.m.n if I am not turned on. Cole finally lets up on the nipple only to clamp down hard on the other nipple.

"Oh f.u.c.k!"

I shout out as I lift my hips and begin grinding myself against him. Why are we still wearing clothes?

My legs are thrown off him and shoes are ripped off my feet. I distinctly hear thuds as they hit where Cole tosses them on the floor. My legs make their way back around him. I want him next to me. I need him close to me.

I'm left lying on the bed a panting mess. Why has he left me here? What is he doing? I open my eyes coming out of my l.u.s.t-induced haze. Cole strips his clothes off. I take in his beautiful body. I love looking at the artwork covering him. My pants are tugged down my legs, my breathing picks up.

There is a small part of me that is questioning why I let Cole do this to me, but I want his c.o.c.k in me more than I want to be logical. I lay there in my T-s.h.i.+rt and panties. His hand rubs across my p.u.s.s.y and I moan. Cole is pleased at how wet I already am. I f.u.c.king hate how my own body betrays me. I can't pretend I don't want him when juices are practically flowing down my leg. Cole manages to strip the rest of my clothes off in no time.

I'm sitting in the bed rubbing my breast partly to soothe them, but also because I need them caressed. Cole crawls across the bed, flopping down on his back, he watches as I play with my breast. Then it's my turn to crawl up the bed to him his hand comes out between my legs and his finger finds my slick c.l.i.t immediately. I couldn't stop the sound it elicits if I wanted too. He continues to increase the friction and tugs one of my hands down to his c.o.c.k. I need no instructions. I stroke him as he continues to tease my p.u.s.s.y.

"You're so f.u.c.king wet for me."

I moan, but inside I am thinking to myself c.o.c.ky b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

I s.h.i.+ft my body around taking back some control as my mouth swallows his c.o.c.k. As he is still soft, I can practice my deep throating skills on him. I don't have long as my mouth slides up and down he hardens in my mouth. Eight inches hard is not easy for me to swallow. I gag and tears come to my eyes, of course I have seen Cole's face and I know he loves when I gag on him. I won't give up I'm going to deep throat this man's c.o.c.k like a p.o.r.n star one day.

Cole grabs me roughly turning me over, nudging each of my legs out to the side with his as far as he can. His c.o.c.k thrust into me and I moan with relief. Finally! My walls tightening around his hardness is pure heaven. His hand pushes the arm I'm using to hold myself out from under me and I face plant on the bed as he continues thrusting in me. Nothing has been said between us, but who needs words right now?

Cole's continued thrusts cause my body to slide until I am flat on my stomach. My walls only grip him tighter, without much effort he begins building me up and I know my first o.r.g.a.s.m is coming. The only sounds are my moans until Cole bites down on my shoulder sending me screaming and cras.h.i.+ng over the edge with an o.r.g.a.s.m.

Cole immediately pulls out and I miss him inside me. I want him filling my p.u.s.s.y back up.

SMACK! SMACK!.

The sounds echo through the room as Cole spanks each of my a.s.s cheeks leaving behind a pleasurable burn. This is the signal Cole gives me that it's time for me to roll over. As I settle on my back, he grabs my legs jerking me toward him on the bed, until his c.o.c.k slides back into my still dripping p.u.s.s.y. My legs are thrown over his arms, so that he can take me hard and deep. I feel him bottom out. A few days ago if he did this, I would have been saying f.u.c.k or Ouch. Now all I can do is moan at the pleasure.