Knife's Property

T W E N T Y - S E V E N

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Knife's POV.

Strawberry is tucked into my side, her soft body molded to mine. She's nervous, her green eyes dart back and forth as she nibbles on her soft lips.

I thumb her lower lip free from her teeth. She barely notices, instead focusing on twisting her fingers in front of her. Her lips are shining a bright red from her administrations, another minute and she would have reopened the small cut on her lip.

I clench my jaw and force myself to relax next to her. Her nerves are part due to meeting her brother again and part due to the fact that I may very well kill him as soon as I see him.

The jury is still out on whether he lives or dies.

My fingers tap on the back of the sofa we're sat on, it's leather is cool beneath my fingertips. I want to take out my blade, slice open the leather like I would Pepsi's chest and imagine the stuffing spilling out are his guts.

But no.

If I do that, Strawberry will freak the fuck out and know where my mind is heading. She'll cry and plead for us to leave and not kill anyone and all it will do is cause the fire in my veins to burn even brighter at her distraught emotions.

She wouldn't be in this position if it weren't for this fucking idiot.

He wanted to tell her they were related and couldn't so with me always by her side so he had the bright idea to have other men kidnap her?

Fucking imbecile.

I've done my research on Pepsi, on his past and present. I've looked into every closet he has, opened even the smallest of boxes that held the possibility of any secrets. He may have managed to hack into our system and take Strawberry but he sure as shit won't be doing it in the near future, not with the stuff I have on him.

Pepsi has his own Strawberry, he should have thought about that before coming after my Property. Mine.

I roll my neck, the bones give little clicks at the action but it only angers me more.

Strawberry sense my mounting annoyance and it pulls her out of the nervous bubble she surrounded herself with.

She sighs softly and snuggles in closer to my side, her vanilla perfume floats in the air at her movements and I inhale it like it's a fucking drug. She twists her head around to face me, her breasts brush against my side and I twitch with the need to rip her clothes off and have her bare before me. There's no time for that, the men will be here shortly and I would hate to kill them all before she gets her closure.

She's more flushed than usual, her pretty pink cheeks are more red than pink and she can't keep her eyes on me. That dart away from me nervously, going to the door of the bar we're meeting them in and then back to me.

I cover her fidgeting hands with my own hand, covering her smaller ones almost completely. They still beneath my hold and she relaxes some more into me. She needs this, me taking control of everything for her to brain to shut off and let her be directed into what to do.

She doesn't like too many options, my little fruit. No, she likes to lean on me and let me dictate what happens to her, who speaks to her, what she eats. Decisions like whether or not she should trust her half-brother are too much for her. She's a bundle of nerves and it has me on edge.

I want to eradicate the problem, kill them all and wipe the memory clean from her brain, put her back in her pretty cage like it never happened. But I can't.