Page 6 of The Filth Kings

Deliyah didn’t respond immediately, her eyes connected with mine for answers. I felt my smile reach my eyes as I lifted my gun and emptied the clip in her head, watching in satisfaction as it turned into the size of a watermelon then busted all over the off-white walls behind her.

“He’s sorry for getting off to foolishness. Look at you, Mr. Herringbone, ruined. That stubby little dick of yours is no longer hard because you decided to speak out of term while an innocent woman was doing her duty for the day.” I turned the gun in his direction.

“Oh, Mr. Decebal!” He wept pathetically.

“I—I didn’t mean to, you weren’t listening! This is so serious, and—and, umm, please, put the gun down!” He sniffled.

Instantly, I got pissed hearing the sound of his urine landing on my expensive carpet.

“You been in this fucked up family for years. Besides the money, you love what all comes with this shit. It scares you, but it’s also a thrill to you. It gets you off at night when you’re alone fisting your dick because no one else wants you…Don’t make the mistake of speaking out of term like that again, Mr. Herringbone. Not only will you stop getting off to your sick fetishes of what all I do in front of you…you will end up losing your ability to wake up and see all those sex dolls stuffed in that nice ass penthouse of yours.” I warned him.

I accepted his apologies through the tears he profusely dropped as he nodded his head in understanding.

“Go get yourself clean, then come and clean my fuckin’ rug, Mr. Herringbone.” I smirked over at him.

He nodded his head so hard, I knew his dumb ass was dizzy by now. He struggled to get out of his seat, when he stood up, the seat was stuck to his wide hip ass. I snapped my fingers to get his attention before he ran out to his car for his spare set of clothes. I didn’t understand why Mr. Herringbone didn’t just retire by now. Between me and Impurity, he had to have been exhausted with us.

Mr. Herringbone kept a spare amount of clothes in his trunk wherever he went. He always pissed himself whenever his anxiety or nervousness got the best of him. Today was obviously enough that he didn’t wear his adult diapers. He would pay the price cleaning my carpet and getting the smell of piss out of my personal space.

“Since it’s going to take you a little too long to get your emotions along with your soiled clothes together, tell me where I should start looking,” I asked him.

Turning on my MacBook, I went straight to the internet where I had fake social media accounts. I hated social media, it constantly made people live in a fake fantasy world. People listened to others and tried to apply whatever they saw and heard via social media. It was something that I wanted no parts in but because I now created my own software for AI and was launching a new product for all social platforms to use, I needed it for spying purposes to see what everyone was saying about my new launching.

My AI generated dating app was taking the lead over all social media platforms. People claimed to have met the love of their lives, while others spiraled out of control just by falling in love with a fake bot. ‘Meet Me’ had the ability to match you with a real person based off your interests and what you searched the most while surfing the internet. If you needed a companion to talk to on a day-to-day basis, the app connected you with what my site referred to as an ‘Soulmate’.

A ‘Soulmate’ was AI; however, it helped and gave advice with whatever you were struggling with. There were a lot of negative reviews, but the positive reviews outweighed the bad. ‘Meet Me’ turned me into a multibillionaire. I was proud about that. I no longer needed a dime from Impurity. That didn’t stop the darkness blooming inside of me. My demons entangled with his kept me from walking a straight normal path.

“Hot Tea Celebrity Gossip…Her name is Angel; she’s got a couple of women that once serviced you due to your medical issues. It’s about six of them doing interviews right now speaking out against you—serious topics of certain things concerning your father has been mentioned as well. It can bring the both of you down.” Mr. Herringbone stammered over his words, but I heard him clearly.

“Sit down, Mr. Herringbone.” I placed my elbows on my desk and interlocked my fingers as rage clawed up my throat.

“B-but my soiled clothes, and the—the body, Mr. Decebal.” He pointed over at Deliyah’s sprawled out body that was damaging my carpet with all the blood and brain matter seeping out around her.

“Fuck that, fuck her body as well as your soiled undies. Sit your fat ass down and have a conversation with me.” I gritted.

Three

What’s wrong with me?I asked myself over and over, hoping to get an answer. Days like this, I was grateful for Angel having a thriving business. Something to keep her busy and not worried about me. Each month she made double than what she made the past month.

I used to think money made me completely happy, and I wanted to believe that it was still the case. Lately, I’ve been feeling misplaced with myself and not really knowing what else I wanted out of life. Anytime I smoked weed, I started thinking deep about where my life was headed.

I had loving parents just like Angel. I was ashamed of myself whenever I did go around them because they had so many questions about my life and what I was doing as far as work. All I could do was come up with lies on top of lies. I was thirty years old with no real job besides being a high paid escort. I was good arm candy for any man in the rapping or acting industry.

I lied to my parents so much that I couldn’t seem to keep up with all of my lies. They thought I was a nurse since I faked school. Last year, I told them that it wasn’t my passion. My father was disappointed but was ready to fund my next lie, which was cosmetology. Truth is, I never wanted to work but didn’t have a skill. I liked to look pretty and get pampered yet, lately, even that was starting to become boring.

When I first met Chedda, I fell in love almost instantly. I was seventeen years old and he was twenty-three. He used to pick his little brother up from school, then throw his best game at me. I was sixteen when I first saw him outside of my school waiting for his brother to walk out the front gate. He’d wink at me, I would melt and feel giddy inside, then keep walking in the opposite direction because my momma always warned me about older men trying to talk to high school girls.

When I got in twelfth grade, and turned seventeen, Chedda got real bold and called me over to his car. I snuck out of my bedroom that same night and loss my virginity to him, and we’ve been glued to one another from that day moving forward. I hid him well from my parents until I turned twenty years old. My mom loved Chedda as her own; my big brother Nathan and him end up being close friends.

One thing about my mom is she didn’t bite her tongue. She spoke her mind and she would always tell me…

“Just because a man is trying his best, Tavi… doesn’t mean you have to accept that.”

I did not understand that shit at all because in my young mind back when I was twenty, I felt like Chedda was doing his very best. He spoiled me more than my parents spoiled me. When I turned twenty-five the heartbreaks started to happen. Chedda stop trying his best, and his best wasn’t good enough. He started creating this crazy distance with me that pained me to my core.

I had no proof of him cheating, but I could feel it in my soul. I started to wonder if I was getting too boring for him. I caught him cheating on the night of me celebrating Angel’s birthday. I tried to beat the woman’s ass, but Chedda wouldn’t let me. He told me that it was over and how he was out here making really good money. By this time, Chedda was knee deep in the industry. He stepped his game up from selling bricks of cocaine to producing beats and selling them for a lot of money.

I couldn’t eat for weeks and wasn’t myself, although Angel was by my side, helping me get through our break up. I thought I would die from him leaving me. He finally came back around three weeks later explaining how that woman he was with was one of his top tier escorts. He bragged how she’s the reason that I’m able to wear expensive clothes and how she’s the one that keeps his pockets fat.

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