Big Bad Girl: Beta Beta Psi, #2
By Abby Knox
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Mila
If my sorority sisters knew what I had to do to get where I am today, I'll bet my standing at Beta Beta Psi would get revoked immediately. Forget Greek life; if my true identity comes to light, I'll be kicked out of school altogether. You see, I'm on the run from the mob after carrying out the ultimate revenge on the man who stole my childhood. It was vengeance ten years in the making, and I have no regrets. The only thing I regret is that I've attracted the attention of a lovable guy who takes it upon himself to help me out in a jam. If that weren't foolish enough, I'm now repaying the favor by acting like his fake fiancee. Yes, my life choices are questionable at best. How long can one woman maintain so many layers of deceit? Not much longer than a blink of an eye — a pair of gorgeous gray eyes that have shown me love I hardly deserve.
Ozzie
My siblings love to remind me that I've been at college for two years and still have never brought home a girlfriend. They should mind their own business, but they mean well. I have been dreading going home for the big family reunion to face more questions about my social life, so when the radiant Mila pops into view in the most unexpected way, I take it as a sign. She's a tough one, though. My awkwardness with women doesn't help me convince her to give me a shot, but I've got her attention once I'm able to help her avoid disciplinary action by the university. Now that I'm starting to uncover her secrets, she's way more than a study buddy — she's the most fascinating woman I've ever met. Just ask my family. They've already made it clear they love her and won't let me mess this up.
Big Bad Girl is the second story in the Beta Beta Psi trilogy, and features a fake relationship, secret identity trope. Content notes: story contains non-graphic descriptions of violence and a main character using a gun.
Abby Knox
Abby Knox writes feel-good, high-heat romance that she herself would want to read. Readers have described her stories as quirky, sexy, adorable, and hilarious. All of that adds up to Abby’s overall goal in life: to be kind and to have fun! Abby’s favorite tropes include: Forced proximity, opposites attract, grumpy/sunshine, age gap, boss/employee, fated mates/insta-love, and more. Abby is heavily influenced by Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gilmore Girls, and LOST. But don't worry, she won’t ever make you suffer like Luke & Lorelai. If any or all of that connects with you, then you came to the right place.
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Big Bad Girl - Abby Knox
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Mila
Princess, what have I always told you about pointing? There are always three fingers pointing back at you.
Technically, that’s not how aiming a .22 caliber pistol works. One finger is on the trigger, and the rest try hard not to shake while holding this lightweight hunk of metal in place.
But Emil Bulletproof
Whitman always says shit like this. Lesser men would be pissing themselves. Emil? He’s got quips and misplaced platitudes. Nothing scares him, and no one can seem to manage to kill him. Not his enemies. Not even his friends, who know where he sleeps.
Today, all of that ends.
It’s only the two of us in this treehouse, fifteen feet above my high school graduation party. No witnesses, no bodyguards.
The only question is, will he reach for the gun he keeps strapped to his ankle?
Ten feet below us, two hundred members of the family
are laughing, dancing, eating, and enjoying themselves. As they should; after all, it is my party, and I planned it to the most minute detail. Oh, but they’re not here for me. The partygoers are all Emil’s tensely-loyal subjects, obligated to make an appearance or face the wrath of a leader who’s gradually becoming increasingly unhinged and unreasonable as the years wear on. Some say he’s too old to rule. But others point out that his father led the outfit like a well-oiled machine until he was 90. No, Emil’s far greedier, more ruthless, and getting messier by the day.
Most of all, he loves to flaunt his wealth.
Bulletproof wanted a huge party to congratulate himself for raising me as if I were his daughter. To pat himself on the back after what he did to my real parents. So I did my best to play along. He was thrilled to hand over the plans to me and spared no expense. I asked for and got an enormous Harry Styles ice sculpture. Same for a tropical fruit arrangement on every table. And for professional fireworks. I got all that, plus a wedding coordinator to time every movement of the day like a freaking train conductor.
Bulletproof’s only intervention in this party is the fifteen private security guards posted around the property’s perimeter. I imagine his usual security goons aren’t too happy with that; hiring outsiders, even from a powerful private firm of highly-paid former black-ops types, is messy. They charge more than what he pays his men. I’m quiet, and that’s how I’ve learned precisely how the sausage is made—all the sausage.
Up here in the treehouse? There’s no room for bodyguards. No third set of eyes. No security cameras. It’s just me and my adoptive father, the most notorious kingpin of organized crime on the Eastern seaboard.
I’m just a girl; what is there for him to be afraid of? Why, I’m only his quiet, meek, terrified ward of the last ten years. He’d have no reason to say no to a private meeting with me here. The man paid no attention to me for ten years when I didn’t turn out to be what he wanted in a daughter. But he loves to put on the mask of a magnanimous father figure when other people are watching.
And yet he didn’t seem surprised when I pulled the .22.
The man is eating his Funfetti cake and commenting on how it’s rude to point at people.
I don’t respond; I’m too busy willing my hands to not sweat, to not drop the gun.
Where did you get that anyway?
a bemused Bulletproof asks, chuckling. You hate guns.
It’s true. Over the years, the fearsome mafia leader has tried to have me trained on his own private shooting range, but I always shirked those lessons.
He had chalked it up to teenage rebellion and my shy nature, but that was all part of my plan. To carry out my revenge, I had to make Bulletproof believe I would never touch a firearm in a million years.
I only needed one person to show me how to put a bullet between someone’s eyes at close range. One trustworthy individual who would never ask questions. Khaz.
A mercenary like Khaz can be a dangerous ally, but he’s the only person in this life I’ve ever loved and trusted besides my parents. His motives have always been clear: making money and keeping his head down. I think that’s why I love him like a grandfather; he wasn’t involved in the power grabs. He’s the least deceitful person in my life.
Khaz didn’t want to know anyone’s reasons for hiring him. He doesn’t care whose side you’re on. He’s a guy who gets shit done.
He would never admit it, but Khaz’s grumpy ass has grown attached to me over the years.
The .22 from Khaz came in a plain package among a large haul of bright, glittering boxes and gift bags loaded with graduation gifts. The presents from well-wishers began appearing at our doorstep in advance of the party earlier in the week. Khaz and I had it all planned out. His gift appeared the morning of the party with a heart-shaped tag and somehow made it past Emil’s explosives experts’ careful scanning.
Khaz sent everything I needed to help me start a new life. Passport, driver’s license, social security card, and birth certificate. Those, I made sure, were in there. I didn’t look too closely at everything else. I stuffed everything in my bag and stashed it in the treehouse early this morning.
Killing my adoptive father might seem like a poor life choice, but I’ve thought it out. I don’t blame the random hitman who fired the bullets that killed my parents, whoever he might be. He was only carrying out orders from Emil. Emil put the hit out on my dad, who couldn’t pay back his gambling debts.
So, for ten years, I’ve been plotting my revenge. Today, I carry it out. I watch Bulletproof shake his head, chuckling like he can’t believe this sweet, quiet teenage girl he knows so well and supposedly loves is messing around with a firearm.
You can’t tell me what to do anymore,
I tell him, my hand shaking.
The man’s got a fork full of Funfetti cake with vanilla buttercream frosting lifted halfway to his mouth when he freezes.
I shift my weight from one foot to the other and feel the sweat on the backs of my knees.
Kendall,
he says, using my soon-to-be-former name, Do you think Patricia and Paul are looking down at you and smiling or frowning?
That’s what Emil has always said to me, to keep me in line. On those occasions that I do talk back or push back. He brings up my biological parents. It worked when I was seven years old. But I didn’t know then what I know now.
Ten years later, his manipulation is no longer working.
He has no leg to stand on when it comes to virtue. Not only is he responsible for the death of my parents, but I know the real intent behind adopting
me.
My mind flashes back to a conversation I overhead between Spade, one of Emil’s longtime guards, and Emil’s spoiled, bloodthirsty only son, Crypto. I’d woken up one night to the sound of low-key scuffling outside my bedroom door.
Dad said she was for me, anyway. What’s your problem?
That was what I’d heard Crypto say that night.
And she ain’t even 18 yet. Why do you think I’m posted outside the door? To keep you away from her,
Spade had answered in that thick Bronx accent. I wasn’t a fan of having guards everywhere, but at that moment, I was grateful. I didn’t know why Crypto wanted to get into my room that night, and I didn’t want to know. More importantly, I learned Emil had been grooming me for his son. Sure, if that horrible kid would inherit the family business one day, he’d need someone at his side who was stable.
Fuck this family.
You keep their names out of your filthy mouth,
I say to Emil, gripping the slide with my thumb and forefinger to move it back, like Khaz showed me how to do. My hands are sweaty, though, and the spring is tight. In the time it takes to pull the slide back and aim the gun at my target again, Bulletproof still hasn’t moved an inch.
I wait.
I wait because I want to see that look on his face, which tells me he knows he’s about to die for what he did. I want him to know that I’ve been planning this day under his nose for ten years, and he never saw it coming. Because Bulletproof always sees it coming, and he always survives.
In my mind, I’d imagined he had his hands up in surrender. I had imagined him pleading to spare him or reaching into his pocket to set his phone to emergency. Something other than sitting there staring at me, incredulous, with cake in his grizzled hand.
And why should I not say their names? They loved you, and I did my best. And this is how you thank me?
Inhaling slowly, doing a terrible job of controlling my trembling breath, I reply, He begged you to let her go,
referring to my mother. Under your orders, you made him watch them kill her first. It was all so unnecessary. You left me orphaned, so you could raise a wife for your unbearable son.
At this, his eyes widen. He didn’t know that I knew that part.
Your days were numbered, and the countdown began when you moved me here.
I gesture to indicate all of our surroundings. The gardens, the ten-car garage, the tennis court, the swimming pool, the movie theater, the bowling alley, and the gigantic, corny mansion that looks like a castle, complete with a stone fortress of a fence around the perimeter.
You don’t want to do this,
he says casually, taking a bite of the cake.
Oh, I do. And, I’m going to enjoy seeing you piss yourself before I do it,
I reply.
He chuckles. I’m not afraid of death. But you are.
No…no, I’m not.
If you kill me, you’ve got no protection. The whole operation is up for grabs, and you will be at the center of it. Everyone will want a piece of you.
Strange that he should say this when he has a perfect heir to the throne in waiting. Well, not perfect, and in no way good. Or the least bit competent. But I’m not here to split hairs or talk shop.
I can protect myself.
He takes another bite of cake, then sits back and sighs thoughtfully. You know, I wondered if this day would come. I wondered, but then I thought, no. She’s a normal teenage girl with teenage problems. She’ll come around. Turns out my first instinct was correct. Always trust your gut. Just remember, Kendall. I gave you a good life. A comfortable life.
My feet are itching to run. I need to do this now. Now, before someone starts to wonder where we are.
I don’t want a comfortable life. I want a great life,
I say.
I squeeze the trigger once. The bullet hits dead on, snapping Bulletproof’s neck backward. The folding chair rocks back on two legs but then rights itself, and the forward momentum dumps him forward.
Splat.
He’s face-first in the cake. That, I didn’t see coming.
And that is the end of Bulletproof.
Who would have thought it would only take one shot at close range to take down the man, the myth, the legend, Emil Bulletproof
Whitman?
The kingpin’s many enemies —some within his own organization— have tried and failed repeatedly to end his life with hired snipers. And every single time, Bulletproof came home from the hospital with a new scar or a metal plate in his head.
Instead, he was taken down by a seventeen-year-old girl at her high school graduation party.
The deejay starts a remix on cue with loud, thumping bass. The dance floor, about fifty yards down the slope from the treehouse, erupts in group dancing. Perfect.
But then, voices sound behind me at the backyard pool party. Someone is looking for Bulletproof.
I recognize the voice; it’s his son, Crypto.
Either way, I can’t stand that guy. Not only does he worship his father, but he also walks in his footsteps, carrying out any diabolical deed assigned to him with the fervor of a faithful sycophant. He’s already earned himself a made-man nickname, and it’s not because he’s into Bitcoin. He got the name Crypto because he thinks he’s a vampire and had his underground torture chamber built for interrogations. People who have seen it say it looks like a crypt, which makes me want to vomit. That persona started the day he saw me reading the Twilight books, and I don’t think it was a coincidence. He was trying to impress me. Double vomit.
Crypto’s getting closer. Pa!
he calls out. Where are you at?
I stash the gun in my handbag, joining dozens of graduation cards containing loads of cash, along with the thick envelope from Khaz.
I step outside onto the little platform that wraps around the treehouse. It’s worn and creaks under my weight, but I’ve practiced this nine-foot jump. All I have to do is not twist an ankle. And then jump the fence and run balls-out into the woods, where I’ll toss my old phone in the creek and use my new phone to find my way to the bus station under cover of trees.
It’s all going to work. It has to work.
I take a deep breath, jump…. and land too hard. A sharp pain shoots up the length of my leg, and I stumble. I hadn’t factored in the extra weight of the bag of supplies. That’s what I get for being resourceful.
Everyone at the party is pretty tipsy already, and no one notices me limp to the back gate that faces the woods, I’m sure. Except for the one henchman, Spade, who’s posted outside the stone fence, facing the woods. And I already have a plan for that. Khaz put two bullets in the gun for me. One for Bulletproof and one for a security guard, in case things go south. But I have no beef with Spade.
As expected, the guard questions me.
Where you going, Ms. Kendall?
I turn and smile at him and place my finger over my lips. Don’t tell Daddy. This party’s boring, and I’m going to meet a boy.
Spade squints at me. This is not entirely unlike me to try to sneak out; I usually do it in the middle of the night. Spade, for one, has personally escorted me back home more than I can count.
You know what he’ll do to me if he finds out you left your own party?
I smile. You didn’t see anything.
I then shrug too forcefully. My bag drops from my shoulder.
Oh shit.
Spade looks down and sees the metal edge of the