MIFFED: Kalonie's Kalon (Mum's The Word Series Book 4) Read online

  MIFFED

  Kalonie’s Kalon

  Laikyn Meng

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  18+ Mature content explicit language and sexual content. Sensitivity warnings. Abuse and violence, alcohol and drug use.

  COPYRIGHT © 2020 THE ORANGE 9 PUBLISHING COMPANY LLC

  miffed: adjective. put into an irritable mood, especially by an offending incident:

  Chapter 1

  One thing I despised was not being able to eat. It drove me insane. If you thought I was a bitch before, being hangry didn’t hold up to the fire breathing diva demon I would become.

  When the time comes around and the seasons change, sickness comes, if I catch a bug, I can’t stomach a goddamn thing. That means I feel like I lose 5-10 pounds in a couple days. If the mirror shows me with slimmer sides and flat abs, it freaks me the fuck out.

  My oldest sister is short and skinny, the youngest daughter is similar but blonde. I cannot be skin and bones like them, I have a damn ass and boobs that came naturally thankfully, or I would have begged dad for an upgrade every day of my life.

  Kayley reflected curves and deceit. She had that pout in her lips that was meant to persuade. All it did these days warranted punches.

  My mother ruined us.

  She’s alive, didn’t you know? Our father likes to keep that fact behind zipped lips. Sometimes I am sure he wishes that the mother Calhoun and I share was unfortunately deceased like the other sisters’ martyrs.

  It didn’t take me long to realize the difference between Leonie and me. We looked similar to dark hair, even darker eyes. Her skin was shaded to her mothers. Not matching mine. She was not his favorite child; she was his world.

  Calhoun came close to that first position, but only because he was the only son. There was something punishable about being last in line for the throne. Even if age were a factor, I would be second, but when Olallie came into our lives, I was bounced back to the last place.

  We weren’t around our father until we turned 6. It was then Calhoun started pressuring our mother to let us spend more time with him. When we stayed at Knox’s house, he fed us, bathed us. He took care of us.

  But being under our mother’s household, it wasn’t the same concern. Yes, she lived a lavish life; Lennox Krause had the money, and she made him pay for her duty as our guardian. Using those bills to purchase drugs and drinks.

  Up until then, Calhoun and I fended for ourselves, there weren’t rules, and half the time, noses were turned up at us being present rather than being held.

  Kayley was beautiful.

  Then again, all the women who fell pregnant from Knox were. Rebecca was stunning. It put me in awe the way her portraits hung in dimensions bigger than anyone could live up too. He suffered her death the hardest. Not even Luna’s death moved to the side of his grief from losing his first love.

  It piled on top.

  Now he chose a life of punishment in remembrance for the women who he broke, and whom in return took his heart and soul, slowly his mind.

  The sad truth was Knox didn’t have any more love to give. I think he soon realized it was at capacity when Leonie lost her mother. He provided us safety, and with it, no affection was guaranteed.

  Chapter 2

  “She cannot attend the same school.” I was standing at the edge of the breakfast table. Calhoun was stuffing his face ignoring the fact that I was the only one upset.

  My father scrunched his eyebrows to a point that made his face look stricter than his heart would allow. He folded his newspaper down and interlocked his knuckles as he sat forward, not looking at me.

  “Calhoun, you have a problem with your sister attending the same high school as you?” His look was an honest question. Cal looked up at me, mid-bite, and then back at our father.

  “Why do you look at her for every answer? Damn, son, please don’t tell me your sister has you by the balls.” And he went back to his paper, ignoring my pout, and bitch I was pouting like a witch ready to take off on her broomstick.

  “She is not our sister.” This got dad’s attention, the attention I didn’t feel comfortable with attracting.

  “Explain the logistics to me; why you think she would be classified otherwise?” The man had ways of making you feel stupider than stones.

  “She’s half.” Even I could feel my argument becoming weaker by the minute.

  “What about Leonie, it is the same? She is your half-sister too. Yet, you claim her full-blooded.”

  “It is not the same.” It was, but I couldn’t take miss sunshine waltzing in getting attention when this was our senior year of high school. They were mine to win, mine to be remembered.

  Knox got up, 6’6 stood over me and looked down on me with confusion. Good hell, if Calhoun and I weren’t twins, he might wonder if I was his at all.

  “Kalonie, for the life of me, I cannot figure you out. But, let me tell you about your life for the moment. This is my realm,” he twirled his fingers around looking to the ceiling, and I thought, oh God, I was getting one of those speeches. “You, you’re lucky to reside in this dominion. Because you could be following in your mother’s footsteps over the fence in our back yard.” I swallowed.

  “This isn’t fair. You can’t just implement the girl into our student body as if no one will notice she is associated with our last name. Do you know what the gossip will be like for the first few weeks? I will be hounded with questions, exhausting my voice.” Thank the Lord Jesus, she didn’t have the Krause name, but it was a pending change, I was sure.

  “Oh no, not your voice.” My father laughed under his breath, reaching for his ball cap and putting it on his head. Calhoun smirked along with him, the traitor.

  “Love you kids, have a good first day of school. I’ll be home for dinner.”

  “I have plans.”

  “I know you do. We just discussed this dinner tonight. Goodness, Cal, is your sister’s hearing going too?” He made his way to the fridge to get a protein shake. I gawked at him, he noticed and shook his head, took a drink, and walked over to me.

  “If you try to bully her or make your friends throw shade her way, I promise Kalonie, you may not make an enemy with her, but you will with me.” Knox turned and smiled; his perfect white teeth unblemished by the cruelness in his tone.

  Guess we have one thing in common; we both knew who our enemies were.

  ~

  "Calhoun, what’s your new sister's name?" Verse’s little brother, Vayden, yells over to my brother.

  "Olallie, I think..." Calhoun seems to be entranced with his thought as he replies.

  "Man, you don't know?" Baby brother yells back like it’s a crime we don’t know the long-lost sister’s name.

  "She was never important until now." It’s too honest not to be accurate; I heft out a good belly laugh stretching my arms above my head.

  '"Which one of you, Sonny boys, are going to fall victim to the new little loveb
ird?" Sway my hips side to side as I make my way over to Stallone.

  "Hard pass." Lawson is all too certain he doesn’t want the new meat. Just wait until they get eyes on her.

  "Verse, what about you?" I prowl over the boys with my seduction in my voice.

  "Saving myself for the virgin Mary." Gives me a grin that could make my knees weak if I was a good girl.

  "She might be just that." The wink in my eyes twinkles with mystery.

  "Baby brother, what about you?" Lawson offers Vayden to take one for the team.

  "Shit, I don’t know. I've already got a lot of problems, don’t need a woman to make it worse." The dude’s got some dark scars hidden underneath those slanted eyes.

  "Or she could make it better, baby brother?" Lacey Stallings tries to lap up any attention the poor sophomore can muster.

  "Listen, darling, no offense. If you are interested in emotional distress and lack of sexual arousal, then I am your guy, sweet girl." Vayden pokes his chest, and I lean in to twirl my tongue into Stallone’s ear. All while he grabs a handful of my ass.

  But as he gropes me, I find my gaze on Lawson, and I open one leg and then top it with the other. Giving him a thorough scan. My hand wraps itself around a beer, my shirt drops lower, as I try to get a rise out of him.

  But instead, just to fuck with me, he shrugs and looks away. Like I’m any other woman in his presence. As if he could ever find someone more perfect than me.

  I pucker my lips with an ouch.

  Lawson doesn’t have a clue how much I could ruin him. Even when his dad Patch and Knox are friends.

  Guys like him rarely come to play. They are all scared I’ll torture them. The only reason Stallone messes with me is that he isn’t the brightest boy in town.

  Stallone slaps my ass and drags me on his lap, grinding me down on his dick. My short skirt rising higher around my waist. Only to be held down by my thick ass.

  His long tongue shoves itself between my teeth, and I fucking welcome the distraction. It’s a push and pull of dominance, and I can’t let him win.

  "Well, that's our cue. Should we hit the pool? Or hit the tables?" Cal announces as we continue swapping spit.

  "No poker tonight, boys, daddy has guests." Unlatching myself and wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth.

  Special guests arrived this evening and were ushered through the back door.

  "Hey, who is going to give me 50 bucks to jump off the high dive naked? Belly flop?" Vayden runs, stripping off clothes.

  Our high school friends strip down, and the girls start flashing titties. But I won’t be outdone in my own house.

  “Oh good, I thought tonight would be boring. Everybody, let's break out the disco ball and skinny dip!" I clap my hands together and slow my catwalk doing a small striptease for Stallone as he unbuckles his jeans.

  He wants to start something we won’t have time to finish, at least I won’t be able to conclude that fast.

  "Incoming!" A big splash smacks the guys in the face.

  Just in time for the show, Olallie walks in, with the small smile of hope. Oh, sweetie, we have other plans.

  "She's mine." My head flicks over to Vayden, who stares at our little sister with amazement.

  In fact, I look around the room to find equal fascination on all the guys to the southern belle.

  Lawson’s mouth gapes in utter shock. I flick my head back over to her, trying to figure out what everyone else sees.

  Samson doesn’t even look interested as he shoves Calhoun under the water. Well, that’s nice. Verse obviously is looking anywhere but the main attraction. Bet his best friend doesn’t know he has a big ole’ boner for the little sister, Crimsyn.

  “Ready your weapons, ladies and gentlemen.” My boobs bounce as I skip up the pool stairs, my thong snuggling between my cheeks.

  “Looking hot as hell, can’t wait to have those jugs bounce on my face later, baby.” Stallone doesn’t mind sharing the goods I’ve got on display, with everyone else in the room.

  I give him a wink because he’s a good plaything. Passing the signal, water balloons fly, and we’ve got the guns aimed right at Olallie. Lawson and his crew drag themselves out of the water quick lickity-split.

  “Yeah, grab her, Lawson!” Calhoun eggs on Lawson, as they both pull her in opposite directions.

  Both guys let go, and she gets flung into the water, hearing aid, and beauty queen gown. Another laugh boils up my throat. Oh my gosh, this is going better than expected.

  “What the fuck, Cal?” Vayden cuts through the water, trying to save the damsel.

  Olallie jumps up out of the water, throwing up water and what else she devoured on the drive. But gosh, I’ll give her a 5 for her performance.

  Calhoun looks over to me, and I meet him with a good nod.

  Olallie tries to wipe everyone out of existence. Gaining the confidence to flee. I give her a floppy wave as she departs, throwing out her only communication device.

  Such a shame, my dear.

  Before the audience lets the energy die down, Lawson has Calhoun by the throat, and I cross my arms, watching it play out.

  “Describe to me what the purpose of that joke was, Cal?” My brother’s head connects with the wall.

  “LAWSON! Get your fucking hands off my brother!” Not in my kingdom, big boy.

  “Back off, Lawson, you play by our rules.” It’s a good thing my twin has a backbone.

  “We don’t follow anybody’s rules.” But it appears Lawson doesn’t take threats easily. Being a Sonny Boy sure has given him some power.

  “It doesn’t matter what the fuck you say to her, she’s nobody.” Raine, my #1, scratches out the insult, defends my need for cruelty.

  It’s a quick shift in the air when Samson tries to challenge his cousin, Lawson.

  “One day, you are going to have to pick a side cousin. You better hope you’re on the right side.” He releases Calhoun, keeping his feet on the ground.

  Wasn’t going to deny it was the first time the Sonny boys and our friends had battled. Because when we do, the bruises become fatal.

  “Sonny, boys, let’s rollout.” Lawson dismisses us.

  “Have fun with your hands tonight.” His best friend flips us off. Samson stays with Calhoun, picking up my brother leading back to his room.

  “Baby, I need you…” Stallone comes up behind me, panting in my ear. I turn to arch my body for his access. His arm positions itself above my head.

  Greedy hands not caring who sees as they inspect the landscape, in search of their destination, between my legs.

  “That’s its baby girl, come for me.” His head bows as he bites my nipple. My fingers yank at his hair. Needing to endure the fury.

  “I need you inside me, Stallone, right the fuck now, daddy.” My moan is explicit, one that should come with a warning label.

  “God, baby, I can’t even wait to sink my cock in this wet pussy.” It was the word daddy that got him there so quick. “You want it here against the wall, or we do this like animals over the furniture?”

  “Responsible animals but suited up.” The animal analogy is right. I rip at his skin, and I need the punish inside and, on my body, more than I want my next allowance.

  “Kalonie, you’re on birth control for once, babe, let me go bareback. I want that tight cunt against my dick, baby.” He frees that cock that makes me forget, and I almost lose my resistance.

  I take my thumb and finger, pinch his chin between them.

  “We’ve talked about this before, Stallone. No fights without the safety gloves.”

  “Fight? Feeling rather frisky tonight. Your bully act getting you heated?” Stallone doesn’t want an answer as he carries me to the lounge, flips me on my stomach, and rams himself inside me.

  But thankfully, he fucking listens about the condom.

  Pumping and pumping, I take the punishment as he slaps my ass, and my friends squeal at the guys trying to catch them in the pool.

  I flip myself over
as he sits down. And I claw at his back, acrylic nails dig down his shoulders. Broad hands clench to my waist as he lifts me and slams me back down over his hungry friend.

  Over his shoulder, I see the dark outline of one of my father’s bodyguards. The fucking idiot thinks it’s a good idea to tempt me. When I let out a moan, Stallone rockets off, and I feel the heat expand.

  Stallone hugs me, squeezing us together as he unwinds. Before tipping me to the side and standing up, off to find another buzz. I’m left spread, and it looks like another thirsty participant wants to join the party.

  Righting myself, I stand and discard the wet thong and throw it in the pool.

  Shimmying my hips as I go into the sunroom, a double mirror glass dividing the pool. No one can see us, not even our shadows.

  Not even when the mammoth of the man whose chest rises with angry breaths. One hand shoots out, and he has me by the throat.

  Furious teeth capture my lips, hands are anything but gentle making me understand he’s upset.

  Sorry, honey, no fucks to give here.

  “Awe, no sweet kisses on my hand and whispers of love in my ear?” I mock him as I stagger back.

  But the villain knows our game, and he reaches me, spins me, slapping my breasts to the glass against the pool room.

  “This is what you want, little girl? To be shamed in public, in front of your delusional friends.” Mystery man traps my hair in the valley of his palm. Yanking back, making me bow to his control.

  I hear the zipper and promise of pain as he whips off his belt. Another hand slices through my folds, ass to clit. He doesn’t even care.

  The vision before me is the group, laughing and splashing each other. While I stand on the other side of this wall, living a different life.

  “Bet you love being a filthy slut, don’t you?” One hand goes back to my throat, and it pinches my oxygen.

  I don’t answer because I’m not a slut. I enjoy sex. It’s not a crime.

  “You don’t know me.” I taunt him because I fucking love the rebellion.

  “Don’t I? At least know what makes you tick.” The shadow bruises me as he makes adjusts me on where and how he wants me.