Page 71 of A Knight’s Revenge: The Complete Series

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ZACH

I sat next to Bennett on my mom’s velvet sofa—one of many gaudy pieces of furniture in her office at the Club.

We were silent as we listened to Mom coo into the phone at whoever she was milking for money or influence while we waited for Bennett’s dad to join us.

Mom’s bodyguard, Ramon, loomed in the corner like the hulking, silent gargoyle he was, and I made sure to flip him off when Mom wasn’t looking.

As expected, we’d been required to appear before our parents yet again to answer for something Jojo had done.

The press release announcing that Knight Acquisitions had purchased and placed under new leadership the entirety of the Hargraves Tech empire had launched midday, and neither my mom nor James Spencer appreciated how little their buddy Peter Hargraves had clued them into this latest little snafu for the Families.

Mom hung up the phone and gave us both her saccharin smile. “Boys, I do appreciate you popping over here during your school day. James and I thought it was important for us to have a little… tête-à-tête , just Ferrero and Spencer, as it were.”

“No problem, Andrea,” Bennett replied in his usual monotone.

“Sure, Mom,” I chimed in with a smile as fake as hers. “Anything for Ferrero. ”

She eyed me, all teeth and red lipstick. “You’re such a good boy, Zachary.”

Finally, James Spencer waltzed in, doing little to hide his distaste for the ostentatious office that Mom had decorated like a Marie Antoinette fever dream, and he snagged the high-backed leather chair in front of Mom’s desk.

“Peter is such a fucking chump,” he barked irritably as he sat. “This is what happens when the head of a Family just decides to take a permanent vacation.”

“Indeed,” Andrea replied, leaning back in her chair to casually examine her long red fingernails.

“Occasionally one must put some effort into retaining our interests. I just had to have a conversation with one of my largest casino investors who seemed to think the little Knight rat had something to offer that Ferrero didn’t.

Fortunately, I am here to step in where Peter has neglected to, and the Lings were happy to inform my investor that the leukemia treatment his young daughter is currently receiving at their finest hospital would no longer be available should they decide to… jump ship.”

Bennett and I both said nothing. We were used to the unsavory shit the Families got up to in the pursuit of power, but denying cancer treatment to a child was a new one for us.

Luckily, I’d decided long ago I didn’t want any part of this shit. Bennett needed to do the same before time ran out.

“Hargraves is bleeding,” James added. “Peter will undoubtedly move to fill in those gaps with Hargraves’s… other business.”

He meant their expansive trade of illegal drugs—always handy for some extra cash.

“What do you need from us?” Bennett asked. He was irritable today, but the cracks in his facade were probably only noticeable to me.

James looked at his son, his expression daring Bennett to lie to him. “Has Noah broken away from his father?”

Time to tread carefully. Bennett was not happy that Noah hadn’t put up at least the appearance of resistance to Jolie’s move against Hargraves, but we would work with what we had.

“He has,” Bennett replied. “I think you both know that Noah has been running Hargraves in Peter’s absence for a while now.

Jolie is… smitten with Noah, and she’s allowed him to remain a part of Hargraves Tech on it s board.

I believe Noah intends to use this as a jumping off point to take over Hargraves for good. ”

“And he remains loyal to the Families?” Andrea asked.

Bennett turned his expressionless face to her. “Of course.”

She drummed her nails on the surface of her desk. “I suppose an insider is a good thing for us.” She looked at me. “But I thought the little bitch was smitten with you , Zachary. Has she replaced you?”

I smirked. “No, Mom.”

“And you’re keeping an eye on her?”

Like I ever wanted to do anything else with my time. “Always.”

James scoffed. “At least some of you are doing something useful with your cocks.” He glared at Bennett. “I don’t appreciate you disobeying my direct orders.”

“I’ve been busy, Father.”

“Well, clear your calendar, son ,” he spat, “because Elise has planned your engagement party at the request of your fiancée.”

Fuck.

Bennett ground his jaw, shooting his dad the world’s iciest stare. “And when will that be?”

“Saturday.”

Great.

“At the Academy.”

Super.

I glanced at Bennett, a look passing between us. Now it made sense.

Harper wanted to rub her engagement in the face of all of her fellow students, including—and probably mostly—Jolie.

“Have Elise send me the details, please,” Bennett said, like he was scheduling a haircut.

“Oh, how lovely,” Andrea gushed. “A Family wedding really is the event of the decade. Zachary, once you’re finished playing with the Knight trash, we should find you a nice well-bred girl to give me some grandchildren.”

Probably so she could consume them for eternal youth.

“Sounds great, Mom.”

James stood up, and we took that as our cue to do the same. “I expect all three of you to have better intel on the Knight girl’s activities and her resources now that two of you are fucking her, apparently. I do not want any more surprises, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Bennett replied as I gave him a little salute.

He waved us off, and we strode from the room before either of them could come up with something else they wanted to bitch at us about.

The next afternoon, I sweet-talked the Princess into helping me with my Economics homework.

In my bedroom.

While Noah was tutoring a student and Bennett was still at crew practice.

She’d come into our penthouse dorm apartment fresh from her shower after her own crew practice, looking like an adorable snack dressed in tight black yoga pants and a soft, off-the-shoulder sweatshirt.

I’d watched as she took in our living space for the first time—the vaulted ceiling, the dark-gray walls, and the huge black leather sofa situated directly in front of the hundred-inch flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.

She’d snarked at me about our spacious modern kitchen that no one cooked in, but I’d just plastered my mouth to hers before leading her to my bedroom.

We were now sprawled out on my bed, Jojo propped up on her stomach as she scribbled in her workbook, and I was lazily scrolling through my tablet as I leaned against my headboard, taking the opportunity to pass my hand over the delicious curve of her ass at regular intervals as we worked.

“You going to behave yourself on Saturday, Princess?” I asked. I’d updated both Noah and her on our meeting with James and my mom after we’d all collapsed into Jojo’s bed late last night.

“Sure,” she replied, not convincing in the slightest. “It’s an honor to even receive an invitation to the Spencer Heir’s engagement party, is it not?

Plus, with the untimely departure of both Lisa and Annie, Harper’s down a few friends.

It’s understandable she wants to make a show of her status by wearing white with her fiancé on her arm. ”

She almost said it without sounding ragey. I loved it.

“Baby girl, you know Bennett hates that bitch. ”

She hummed, flipping a page in her workbook. “Not enough, apparently.”

Time to change the subject before Bennett ended up more in the doghouse than he already was. “You know what might be more fun to talk about? How you’re planning to stick it to my mom.”

She rolled onto her back to look up at me, her head down by my feet and her perfect toes now in my lap. I grabbed her foot and began to knead firm circles into the bottom of it, and my dick twitched as her eyes rolled briefly into the back of her head. “Are you pumping me for information, Ferrero?”

“Princess,” I purred, running a hand up her strong calf. “I told you I wanted to be your partner. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t give you if you asked. Let me help you take your Family’s legacy back, and let me keep you safe while we do it.”

She smiled at me, and it lit up every piece of my dark soul. “You really mean it?”

I really did. “Of course, baby girl.”

“Hmm, I dunno,” she said, her face turning serious. “I keep things close to the vest for a reason, Zach. I do trust you and Noah, but I also don’t want to endanger you any more than I already have by just… being with you.”

I tossed my tablet to the side and crawled on top of her—slowly, so she could see me coming and have time to think about her choices.

She stayed put, staring up at me with those gorgeous wide eyes as I straddled her thighs.

I kept my eyes on hers as I snaked my fingers under the waistband of her leggings and slowly peeled them down her legs, leaving them bunched around her knees.

“Fuck me, Princess,” I groaned. “No panties? Seriously?”

She shrugged. “Didn’t bring any extras in my gym bag.”

I combed my fingers through her little patch of trimmed blonde curls, taking a calming breath because I needed to control myself to accomplish what I wanted.

“How can I help you fuck with my mom?” I asked lightly.

I dipped a finger through her folds that were currently locked between those long, toned thighs by her pants around her knees, just grazing her clit.

Her breaths began to get heavier as I went on.

“Tell me what I can do to get back what she took from you.”

I rubbed slow circles on her clit with the tip of my finger. She bit her luscious lip as she watched my hand work gently between her legs. “It’s already in the works, Zach. I’ve got it handled.”

“Wrong answer, Princess,” I said, pulling my hand away. I ran my tongue over the finger I’d touched her with before sucking it into my mouth. Her eyes glazed over with lust as she watched me, and I knew I had her. “Mmm,” I said. “Just a hint of that sweetness. I want more.”

She squirmed against the restraint of her pants. “Give me more, then, Zach.”

“I would love to, baby girl. But you need to give me more first, don’t you?” I dipped two fingers back between her legs, and I smothered the obscene groan that worked its way into my throat at the wetness I found there. “Are you coming for Ferrero Innovations?”

That was the chunk of my Family’s business that used to be Knight. It also took up the remainder of Knight Tower, since Spencer had moved their Knight operations elsewhere.

“Maybe,” she said, followed by a little whine as I removed my hand from her again. “Okay, yes.”

“Good,” I murmured, sliding two fingers into her soaking pussy.

I hooked them forward and found the little rough patch I knew was the magic button, and I watched with deep, primal satisfaction as her eyes rolled back in her head and a moan escaped her lips.

“I want you to have F.I. back. I want you to have your Family Tower back. I want you to have everything you want, Princess.”

I pumped my fingers inside her, rubbing her clit with my thumb and relishing the extra tightness caused by her thighs being locked together by her pants.

She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes like she was bracing against the onslaught of pleasure I was about to give her. “Zach. I’m close. Don’t stop.”

I stopped.

“What the fuck, Ferrero!”

“Tell me your plan, baby girl. Involve me. Let me be your partner.”

And finally— finally —she clued me into what she had in store for my mom. I was already so turned on, I was about to bust in my sweatpants, and her ingenious, sneaky shit was now about to push me over the edge.

I started working her again, fast and hard, my fingers driving into her until her muscles contracted around me and she let out a hoarse cry .

I dove down to swallow that cry, slamming my lips onto hers as she screamed.

“ Zach ,” she keened against my mouth.

I sucked on her tongue one last time before I sat up again, my hand moving slowly now between her legs as she came down.

“That was beautiful, baby girl.” I pulled my fingers from her pussy and stuck them in my mouth, savoring her taste as she watched, pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed a delightful pink. “Mmm. My favorite flavor.”

She sat up, shimmying her pants back up her legs. She scooted closer to me, and my heart thumped wildly as she pawed at my sweatpants, gunning for my painfully hard dick.

“You want my cock, Princess?”

She arched a blonde brow. “You want to walk around with that raging monster the rest of the night?”

“Not likely?—”

The door to my bedroom burst open.

Jolie whirled, a knife appearing in her hand— where the fuck was she keeping all these knives? —while I paused my reflexive reach for the gun in my nightstand drawer when I saw who stood in the doorway, wearing an amused grin.

“Oh, so sorry, nephew,” Frankie said, sounding not sorry at all. “Am I interrupting something important?” He winked at Jojo.

“Yes, you dick,” I griped. “What do you want? Whatever it is, breaking into our dorm is unnecessary.” I pulled Jojo into my lap, her body helping to hide my massive hard-on, and I leaned us against the pillows piled up by my headboard.

Frankie grinned, rubbing his chipped black fingernails along his frayed white tank top—this one had “NOFX” scrawled across the front in big red letters. Frankie didn’t believe in sleeves—or jackets in winter, or boundaries.

“My dear sister has decided to increase the Ferrero Enforcer presence around the Academy,” he said. “I’m supposed to be bugging not only your dorm but your lady’s as well. I think Andrea just wants to make sure her beloved son is doing his duty .”

I snorted. “Fine. Plant a bug in the living room, and Noah can discover it later tonight during a conveniently timed regular sweep of the dorm. ”

He nodded before turning his sly grin on Jojo. “How about it, Little Knight? Want to escort me to your quarters?”

She twirled her knife through her fingers. “How about I stick this in your thigh again and you tell Andrea you tried?”

Well, that wasn’t helping get rid of my erection.

Frankie let out a boisterous laugh. “I’m so glad you’re back, Little Knight. Still as perfect for my nephew as always.”

He turned and ambled back down the hall, and we finished our homework while listening to his happy whistling as he moved around our living room.