Fire at will

Life

A boss 

There are many kinds unfortunately for Kenna Vero her father fell into the darker aspect of the word.there are many names for it mobster, cartel, mafia, gang, people whispered all over town about it. Her family was wealthy with many businesses. Her father had his hands in a lot of pots over the years. She always knew he made his money in an underground world. She never questioned it, she was taught early that she was only gonna know what he wanted her to. She knew her father loved her but he always held everything arms length, since her mother died. Never got too close Or wanted to feel too much. It almost killed him exacting revenge for her death. Kenna knew that he kept such a close eye on her to keep her safe. But In a world like theirs there isn’t such a thing. 

She just knew if she stayed after high school her light would be sucked out of her body and might as well be buried with her mother. So she decided to go to college on the west coast. A whole country away. That was 4 years ago she is a law student who lives for a good cause. There has always been something in her though that draws her to the darkness. Weather it be her family name or her love for a good old fashioned bad boy. There have only been two times in her life that she couldn’t resist the darkness that she can think of and her mind always goes back to it. 

18years old  (the past) Kenna’s POV 

His name was beau costa he was 5 years my senior and I laid eyes on him for the first time at 16. Beaus father died when he was young. So his mother ran the family  business. Camellia costa was a name most men feared. Women all over town wanted to be close with her she was always invited to brunches and banquets. She was the type of women that scared your soul out of your body with one look, yet always looked stunning doing it. When beau became of age he took over and became my fathers right hand. He was always around. He stood at 6’5 with a masculine build and olive complexion. His hair was brown and long but always pulled back with a tamed beard. Which was all so entrancing to look at but when I met those evergreen forest like breathtaking eyes. I just wanted to melt every single time he would give me that little grin like her knew I couldn’t take it. 

I on the other hand was not much to look at through my teens. I had no idea what I was doing  when it came to hair or makeup. I was an utter mess with untamed hair and an untrained eye for style. Finally my father assistant guided me in the right direction ms. Petra wells knew just what I needed and thank god for that. I guess she could smell the desperation on me to want to fit in. She told my father she would take me under her wing since I needed a woman roll model. We got those braces off at 17 and by the time she was done with me I could fix my long brown hair into a slight curl.  Pull self together and fix my olive skin with just enough foundation and mascara to look somewhat decent. By the time I was 18 I finally looked like myself and felt like myself. Growing into a half baked version of who I wanted to become.

I hadn’t seen beau in what had been months my father sent him on some kind of work trip. Then one night I was packing some boxes and I heard him from down stairs. They had just got done talking business by the sound of it and they were in the den for a quick drink. I made my way down the stairs. Thinking of some excuse to be there when I ran slap into him. God why am I such an i***t thinking this was a good idea. He just stared at me and pulled me to my feet I felt like I ran into a brick wall. Then he spoke “are you alright?” I started blushing immediately “ yeah… I’m fine…I’m… I’m  so sorry” then my fathers laughter filled the room. “ There you are my sweet Kenna hows packing?” He looked to beau and said “ my beautiful smart girl is going to be something! She is going off to college and will be a top student I’m sure of it!” He grabbed my shoulders and was grinning ear to ear. “ beau here was just leaving.” I looked to beau and he had been looking at me the whole time. After what seemed like forever my father cleared his throat and beau spoke up “ right well that concludes are business is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Vero?” My father stepped out the door with him and had yet another secret conversation. But beau kept looking at me through the window of the big oak doors and all I could feel was a fire all over my skin. I could feel my cheeks flush pink and I went back up the stairs.

A few days had went by and I swear if he wasn’t here almost every day. Getting some paper work or passing along information and doing things for my father. I would have sworn he was stalking me, he was everywhere. It almost felt intentional like he wanted me to see him or he wanted to see me. I went into the kitchen one night and got a drink it was late almost 1 am when I heard something outback. I opened the back door to find beau in the pool. I walked out in my silk tank and shorts with my fuzzy socks and hair in a bun. Feeling a bit of a mess and looking out to see his rippling abs and his big arms trickling with water reflecting in the porch lights.” What are you doing here?” I said with I swear drool rolling down my chin. He looked at me with that crooked grin “ I like to swim at night helps me sleep” imagine that! someone who looks like that doing physical work outs before bed… instead of eating a whole container of cookies and watching stupid rom coms laughing until they cry. To each their own I suppose. “ don’t you ever go home?” I said with a snide look on my face. He looked at me as though I had two heads “ yes I go home but I don’t have a pool and I was already here so I thought might as well”. “ you wanna get in with me?” I quickly turned on my heels “no I’m ok thanks though” and quicker than I could walk on he grabbed my hand and spun me back around. I spin right into his rock hard chest and looked up at those glorious green eyes. “What if I want you to “ he said with the most calm warm expression. Right then I knew I was in soo much trouble. I have no recollection about what I was I thinking but I grabbed his beautiful face and kissed him. He looked as though he was a deer in headlights total surprise was across his face. And I looked mortified. What had I just done then as I least expected he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back to him. His lips caressing mine all I could feel was warmth and strength when all of a sudden his hands moved to my thighs and pick me up we went down the stairs into the water and yet still all I could feel was warm. He then sat back and looked at me letting my hair down from my messy bun. “ I never would have thought I would get this chance before you left but I’m glad I did” I could live in this pool forever as long as he was in it in that moment I wanted him to rip my clothes to shreds and make me his. “ I never knew you even thought of me like that” I replied looking down into the water he grabbed my face “ I’ve loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you. I just never thought you’d give me the chance”. His eyes light up looking for a response or another kiss. “ I don’t understand I’ve seen you with so many other girls if I was what you wanted then why all the whoring around?” He looked astonished. “ a guy has needs but they meant nothing just some girls the guys knew” yeah ok a bunch of whores the other guys have passed around I rolled my eyes and got down into the water “ your bad for me and I shouldn’t get swept up into this” he grabbed my hand again and swung me around “ maybe but what can it hurt ?” I looked him dead in the eyes and told him it was never gonna happen. I mean I had only ever slept with one guy once and I don’t even think it counted. What was I gonna be able to do for him. He’s used to all these girls that have been road hard and put up wet. He isn’t going to like someone with almost zero experience. So I pulled my hand back and kept walking leaving him in the pool. But I knew it was going to be over he made himself known to me that night that I was what he wanted and with beau what he wants he gets.