Page 14 of The Filth Kings

“Julie, my lawyer will be in touch with you soon. Excuse yourself, it’s my turn to interview with Angel.” His tone was dark and unsettling.

He was a wolf that was covered in sheep clothing. Every word was slow and deliberate, intended to intimidate anyone close enough to hear him speak. There was no warmth nor humanity in his voice. Only the sound of pure torture and him probably finding delight in just that. I wouldn’t fold, I’ve rehearsed us meeting a million times in my head and in my dreams.

I feared nothing…but now…I feared the actual fear that started to rise and settle inside of me. I should have been turned around to acknowledge him, but was I ready for that?

“I miss you, Detavio! This was the only way! Please! I’ll sign my entire soul away, just to – to be with you.” Julie pleaded, falling out of her seat only to collapse down to the ground.

Her shoulders hunched as she bowed her pathetic head. She placed her eyes to the ground and sobbed loudly, gaining the wrong kind of attention. That was it, I had to turn around to acknowledge him. There was no fucking way one man could cause this woman to embarrass herself like this. Before giving him my attention, I picked up my pen and started jotting notes down on my favorite pink notebook.

“Okay, he scares you, you have what they call Stockholm Syndrome, Julie. If you want me to help you, I can find you the best therapist out in Southern California.” I partially lied.

I was still looking for one myself, to express my concerns to from all of these crazy dreams I kept having. Right now, I was satisfied that I could busy myself from having to turn around so soon to lay eyes on… Him.

Things took a major turn when his huge silhouette loomed over me, casting a shadow that swallowed the sun’s lighting in front of me over the table. I could feel the heat of his anger through his strong presence. It was so overwhelming that it made the space that I was sitting in feel smaller. Looking up into his dark eyes, my breath got caught in my throat.

Julie’s sobs started to fade into the background as I got caught up in his perfection. Detavio Decebal stood in front of me like a force of nature. His skin was a deep rich chocolate that looked tasty as hell. His beard was thick and well-groomed, framed with a square jawline that had been chiseled by the gods themselves. He was beautiful with a rugged air of elegance. His full lips pulled into a sneer, as he flicked his strong and straight nose. My heart skipped a beat as his muscles flexed through the tight white button up shirt that he had on.

Without a word, he reached down, his large hand moved with swift precision. His massive hand closed around my notebook as his fingers curled tightly around the edges. He crumpled the papers effortlessly as he leaned down to lock eyes with me. My breathing froze, chills ran down my spine, no words left his mouth. His eyes locked with mine; the intensity of his stare made the air between us feel heavy.

There was this calm before a storm type of feeling that swam between us. I attempted to reach for my notebook, but it was snatched away as he stood up straight.

“You little pussy.” He smirked down at me like I was nothing but yesterday’s trash.

Did he just call me a pussy?I frowned as I played back what spilled out of his full succulent lips.

“Julie, you made a horrible mistake. You miss me, you got me.” He turned slightly to offer her a wink.

“Everyone, out!” A deeper voice sounded off from behind me.

I eyed my crumpled notebook in his hands, I saw the veins popping out of his hand how tightly he squeezed it. His eyes were blazing down at Julie as she physically shook on the floor. There was a threat behind me, I wanted to see who it was. I turned in my seat and laid eyes on the devil himself.

A man stood in the middle of the coffee shop looking like a shadow carved from the darkest corners of earth. His skin was pitch black like the sun never touched him. Every inch of his face down to his naked arms was marred with deep jagged scars; there was also remnants of burnt marks that distorted his features that told his story of long-time suffering at the hands of someone.

I wondered if that someone was Detavio. This man’s face was void of any emotion, his eyes were black, cold, and he didn’t blink them nor look around enough to see the few people scrambling up to their feet to run out of the space that he now occupied.

“Monster, you’re supposed to be off, today,” Detavio said to him.

He took his eyes off of Julie for a second to address the scary man that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. Monster grunted, but didn’t respond, his silence was as heavy as the gun in his hand.

“I have a special treat for you, Monster. It’s on the way to your house, go get it and enjoy it. She’s yours for an entire month,” Detavio stated to him in a soothing tone.Was he trying to calm this man down?

Monster growled lowly, flashing a mouth full of gold. He glared hard at me with a chilling stare that caused the fine hairs all over my body to stand.

“Before you enjoy, have your men take Julie to Arkville,” Detavio added as he nodded his head to the three men standing behind Monster.

The guards looked scared as well. Detavio and Monster didn’t need protection. It was clear to me that their guards were there against their will.

“Julie will not go anywhere with you.” I stood up on weak legs from my chair, instantly regretting my decision to even stand.

My nerves were getting the best of me. I swallowed down what felt like cotton and struggled with making eye contact with Detavio.

“She’s not?” Detavio’s eyes gleamed with recognition of something that I didn’t understand just yet.

My notebook fell from his hand, he stepped on it with his right foot then leaned in close until his woodsy scent overpowered my senses. My eyes closed against my will as I took in his scent. A deep rumble of a chuckle vibrated throughout me as his breath fanned my nose; each word he spoke caused my eyes to snap back open.

“Julie, where are you going right now?” Detavio asked her while looking me directly in the eyes.

Exaggeratedly, he sniffed the air between him and I, then chuckled as if I was a joke.

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