Free Krinos (Take Over Series) by T.L Smith Page A

obviously pissed his pants.
    “You will fucking die for this, you know. You have no idea who my father is.” Oh, the father threats; please, that’s the oldest in the book.
    “Have you met my father? Because I’m sure mine is a lot scarier than yours.” I pull his head back and slice my knife right down his cheek. He screams for me to stop, and I don’t; I slice until his face is covered in blood then face him to see my masterpiece.
    He drops his head and swears at me; if this man is in the mood to make me angrier, he just succeeded. I am already angry, and he isn’t helping the matter. Just as I’m thinking of something colorful and pretty to do to him, I hear footsteps coming down; I look up to see it’s my father. He looks at me then back to Druggy and asks him a question.
    “Is your father Alberto?” Druggy looks up and smiles; we now have our answer. That would make sense; that was the night I met him in the toilets, after all. He is as disgusting as his father.
    “Krinos, you will start war if you kill him.” I look up at my father and all hope drains from my face. I want to kill him; he doesn’t deserve to live.
    “Kill him; fuck it. Who doesn’t love a war?” Druggy loses his smile then, and I gain mine. I watch as my father leaves; I grab a seat, place it in front of him and plonk my ass on it.
    “So, Druggy, what should I do with you today?” I ask, tapping my knife to my cheek. I can feel the blood on my face and smile a sinister smile at him.
    “He will kill you and everyone you love, bitch.” I know he is referring to his father, and at the moment, I don’t care. I stand up and undo his belt then pull down his zipper for his cock to spring free.
    “Oh, looky; you have a tiny one, poor buddy.” He seethes at me then spits at my face again; this time, I’m pretty sure it was blood.
    I lean over to him and stab him in his penis; I watch as he screams. His screams turn into sobs, and there is nothing he can do it about it.
    I stand up and shoot him in the head to end his misery then look down at myself; I am covered in blood. I thought when I finally took someone’s life it would take a part of my soul. Though I don’t believe it has, I think it has made me stronger. It gives me belief that, no matter what happens, I can do whatever it takes to get my job done.
    I hear footsteps and people talking upstairs and wonder if it’s smart to go up there dressed like this. I look in the mirror, and my face has blood all over it, as well. I try my best to wipe as much off as possible and don’t succeed. I need to go for a shower and scrub myself.
    Once I open the door, my father and one of his goons are standing there, waiting for me.
    “Feel better, Krinos?” he asks, smiling at me. I nod my head, and he tells his men to go down and clean the mess. The goon looks me up and down, shakes his head and calls another man to help him. I smile at my father and take off to go wash up.

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    O nce I reach the kitchen, I see who is here and look up to meet Stefanos, Cassandra and Rock staring at me. I smile at them and go to walk past them. Just as I’m about to get to the stairs, I hear one of the goons yell, “She stabbed his fucking penis!” I laugh an evil laugh and walk up to my room.
    I’m standing in the shower, watching the blood drip off me, when the shower door is torn open; I see Stefanos standing there, looking me up and down.
    “Why didn’t you wait for me?” I scoff at him and turn away; he reaches into the water and turns me back around.
    “Why, Princess?” I look him in the eyes and contemplate hitting him in the face.
    “Are you ashamed of me, Stefanos?” I ask him; he shakes his head like he’s trying to clear it and death-stares me.
    “Why would you think that?”
    “Because you shielded your sister away from me like I was poison; you didn’t want her around me for too long, did you? Are you afraid I might rub off on her?” I raise my eyebrows at