Kane's P.O.V.
I watch her walking into the girl's locker room to retrieve her belongings and to rinse off her tear-stained face. She has been sobbing quietly since the little showdown in the hallway with her now ex-boyfriend Ethan, or how I like to call him, fuck boy.
Still cannot believe that he had the audacity to raise his voice at me and disrespect me. I was beyond pissed off and ready to pounce on him, except I knew Helena would have flipped out intervening the beat down. She loves him, I get it, but in time she will learn to love me. He is lucky that she was there. Even though I had threatened to kill him in front of her earlier today, I don't know if I would have. Plus, I know if I killed this kid in front of her, she would completely lose her mind. She has already had two traumatizing events in a week. I did not want her to detach herself from reality if she had to endure another one. Who would? Helena is an innocent and I would hate to have her break before I get my chance with her.
I must admit that it is a first for me to detain myself from plummeting him. I am the type of guy who attacks first without being provoked, then if I remember ask questions after. I was bred that way.
"Do not ever let anyone see you weak because they will use it against you. Show no emotion nor fear that will be your strength. When you are numb, no one will ever be able to tell your next move or course of action."
My dad always used to tell me that growing up. "Show no emotion. Show no fear." That was the ol' man's motto and still is. That is what he was taught growing up and what he instilled in my brother, sister and I. Except I was the one who literally took it to heart. I am my father's son.
So much like him that it is the reason why the first in command title was handed to me after my dad was convicted on several charges. You may say I inherited the position since I was the one by my dad's side at an early age to go with him to meetings, jobs and deals. Watching and learning from him I idolized the man, still do. He taught me how to be respected and feared just how everyone did with him. Even locked up upstate people show him mad respect, he even has his own crew inside. No one, not even the guards mess with him. Just like people here do with me, everyone knows who I am, and they think twice about fucking with me. Unless, they have a death wish. Always making sure their fate is signed, sealed and delivered.
"Kane. The guys are heading out to the docks for the next shipment. Are you coming?" Ace my second in command and cousin tells me after he gets off the phone. One of our 'employees' called to let us know that our new shipment of firearms had just arrived via ship.
"You can handle it." Briefly looking away from him and back to the direction of the locker room doors waiting for Helena to get out I tell him.
"I know I can. But that was not my question." Snapping at me I look over at him with a glare.
"I know what the question was, and I said you can handle it." I grit back staring at him.
"So, let me get this straight. You are not going because you want to babysit your new piece of ass? Let me remind you that she does not want you. She never will. You know she is probably in there still crying over that fuck boy you threatened to kill if she did not dump him for you." Ace spreads his arms in question.
"What the fuck was that about anyways? Since when does Kane 'the Ripper' Cruz go around stalking a girl who obviously hates him even after he played Superman saving her from becoming a woman. Talk about being an ungrateful bitch." He sneers.
On instant I slam him against the lockers by his neck pulling out my gun pointing it to the side of his temple.
"If you ever, ever call Helena a bitch, or any other name, I will not hesitate to blow your fucking brains out. Family or not. Do.You.Understand.Me?" I grit through my teeth. No one, and I mean no one will disrespect me or what is mine.
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I'm Only His...(Book 1)
Teen FictionI stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear mys...