Switchblade

Chapter 10: Fed Up

Tati finished eating her food and packed it back into the bag. She sipped the last of her orange juice.

"Where do I shower?" she asked.
"Let's go." He grabbed a top and bottoms for her to wear once she got out.
Part of him was annoyed. He felt like he was babysitting someone's rowdy child. Or aggressive dog.
But he had to remember this was his doing.
She reluctantly got up with her trash and followed him out the room.

Killian took out his phone to dial.

"Yes, sir?" Teo answered.
"Send someone to clean up the girl's room. She threw a tantrum this morning and there's food over the floor."
"I didn't throw a fucking tantrum, I almost killed your bitch! I'm not a child!" she yelled.
Killian ignored her.
"Uh...Yes, sir." Teo replied after hearing Tati's yelling through the phone.
He hung up.

He pressed the button for the elevator and grabbed Tati's arm. Just to make sure she stood in front of him.

"One day I'm gonna get one good punch into your fucking face." she stated with her arm still in his grip.
He ignored it and the elevator opened. The two stepped inside.

"Make your shower quick. I got somewhere to be in half an hour."
"I'll take an hour."
"You go over fifteen minutes and I'll reach in there and strip you out." he said as he pressed the floor button.
"Of course you would, you fucking pervert."

She stared at the doors as they closed.

The entire elevator ride was in silence.

When it opened, Killian pushed her out and continued to make her walk ahead of him.

"I know how to fucking walk, let me go!" she yelled. She tried forcing her arm out of his grip. He held on tight and kept walking.

They made it to the double doors at the far end of the hallway.

He entered a code and the doors unlocked so he could push them open.

Tati stared at the large penthouse they'd walked into.
It was two stories with plenty of windows and high ceilings. The furniture looked expensive along with the chandeliers that hung from the ceiling.
"Holy shit..." she sighed.

"The bathroom is upstairs." He handed her the clothes he'd grabbed. "Hurry up."
"Do you live here?" she asked.
"No."
"Oh. Then what is this?"
"It's here if I don't feel like driving home."
"This is what you consider a spare room?!" she asked him.
"Go take your shower." he demanded.
"God I hate you, silver spoon fed motherfucker. One day I'm really just gonna kick your ass. The day I go back home I'm gonna swing and make direct contact with your jaw, I promise." she murmured as she headed upstairs.

He watched her walk off until she disappeared. He shut the door then looked for a glass to pour a drink.

~•~

Tati stepped into the shower and let the warm water run down her body.

The bathroom was the size of her old bedroom. It made her miss her bedroom. Miss her house in general. She continued to act tough in front of the men that watched her but she wanted to be at home. She wasn't a child whining for her mother but she did wonder if her mom was okay since she'd been thrown here. Contrary to wanting to go home, she hoped her mom didn't sell the restaurant.

It was all of her grandfather that she had left. Remembering her going to the restaurant in the mornings before kindergarten and elementary school. He'd already have a plate of pancakes waiting for her. Every time she went they were in a different shape. Sometimes they were flowers. Sometimes hearts. Sometimes Mickey Mouse. Sometimes they had chocolate chips. Sometimes they had sliced bananas. Sometimes they had strawberries. She'd sit and eat while she laughed with her grandfather. And they'd be back later that evening for dinner when the restaurant was closed. They'd talk some more.
She knew how much her grandfather loved his restaurant. And the people who went there loved him too. A lot of Denise's customers are just customers who were loyal to her father. Plus Denise did the right thing of not changing any recipes. What's not broken doesn't need to be fixed.
Tati regretted what she told her mom would happen if she sold the restaurant. But she was just so caught off guard by the idea. She couldn't fathom it and hoped her mom didn't do it.
Anything but that.

She rinsed all the soap off of her body and turned the shower head off.

She heard two knuckles knock on the door. "Hurry up." he commanded.
"CAN I GET DRESSED?!" she yelled.
Killian just walked off.

"God, I hope you die in your sleep." she stated. "No, get hit by a bus. You need to feel your death." she thought aloud as she went through her clothes.

"YOU DIDN'T GRAB ANY FUCKING UNDERWEAR?!" she shouted.
She groaned loudly in rage.
"You're just gonna kidnap me and sexualize me? Bring my mom to tears. Throw me into some boring ass room. Lock me in it. Threaten me and my mother. Then force me to work in some fucking club? And you wonder why I wanna kill you?" she laughed it off.

It was a black tank top and shorts that she threw on.
She left the bathroom with her old clothes left in his hamper. The least he could do was get someone to wash them.

She walked out to find him.

"Are you serious?" she asked.
All he saw was her chest while she had her arms crossed.
"You didn't think I might need fucking underwear or a bra? I don't like being around you, you're some sick pervert taking advantage of me. I don't want you near me. Get somebody else to start bringing me my stuff. You're a fucking weirdo and I don't trust you."
She walked past him and towards the door.
As she began to open it, it slammed back shut and she saw the tatted hand above her head.

She turned around and saw him leaning over her.
"I'm not your fuckin' mother." he grunted. "I grabbed you clothes, I'm not worried about every item you wanna wear. You're not ass naked. And I ain't the one who bought the shit you got. I told them to buy you a jacket and pants. I could've made you wear a thong or stripped you completely fuckin' naked with my teeth. My job ain't to make sure you're comfortable, it's to make sure you don't fuckin' run. Stop treatin' this shit like it's a hotel before I start to make you really feel kidnapped."
She stared up at him.

He got off the door and opened the one beside her.
"Get out." he commanded.

She slipped through the door and he followed then shut it behind him.

Tati led the way to the elevator.

~•~

Killian was in the car on his way to a meeting.
A meeting that he assumed would get rowdy because it was with some asshole who was trying to get him on their side for political reasons.
Killian's uncle had a lot of power in more than one country.

They arrived at a night club that was closed for the next two hours.
Killian looked around the area and saw a van that said something about pool cleaning services. He faced forward again.

He and Kanan got out of the backseat and Silas sat in the driver's seat in case they needed a quick getaway.

They walked inside and saw a bartender wiping down glasses.
"Downstairs." he told them.

Killian led the way and Kanan followed behind.

Killian's hands were resting in his pocket. The right hand toyed with a switch knife as they continued walking.

They headed downstairs. The area was coated in dim lights.

As they arrived to the proper room, Kanan got in front to open the door for his boss.
Killian ducked through the doorway. His 6'5 stature too tall for the entranceway but luckily the ceiling was a good height.

"Killian!" Mitch yelled ecstatically.
Mitch's bodyguards stood behind him. He sat at the table with his drink and two extra glasses.

"Come in...sit." Mitch permitted with a wrong-doing grin.