Miss Khandie Ch. 02

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[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.