Page 8 of The Filth Kings

“I loved you! I couldn’t live without you at the time, Chedda! I was willing to do anything for you to save us!” I dropped my head, sobbing lowly.

My shoulders shook. Right in front of him, I turned into a broken mess.

“That’s where you fucked up at. I love you a lot, but I stopped being in love with you after the first client you took on. You should have stood on solid ten toes, and let me walk out of the door. I would have came back after you and married you for standing solid and not degrading yourself. Keep it real, you love money, that’s why you won’t stop taking on more high paying clients. I don’t got a gun to your head forcing you?—”

“I do it to prove my love! How can you stand here and say all of this like you don’t play games! You just now saying this after all the promises and lies? I haven’t even fucked half of the clients you send my way.”

“You fucked enough! I was the first to have that pussy, you gave it away!” His voice boomed.

“You begged me too, each time you told me?—”

“Fuck what I told you! You weren’t supposed to agree, so don’t stand here all sentimental thinking those tears gon’ move me to leave my wife and fuckin’’ kids. Face it, Natavi… You a hoe, an industry plant, industry pass around slut. Rappers brag about how good the head and pussy is; you good at what the fuck you do. I expect my finder’s fee every month since I’m the one that taught you every damn thing that you do with the next man. I don’t even?—”

“Fine! Fuck this, and fuck you, Chedda. You’re a narcistic, manipulating bastard! Book another client, and I’m sure that I’ll fuck him good enough to forget about you!” I spat, turning my back to him.

I refused to let him see me cry, Chedda knew the type of hold he had on me. It was a waste of time expressing myself. My mind switched from emotional to survival. I needed to start saving my money and figuring out what I wanted to do with myself other than accepting clients from Chedda.

“You will never forget about me, doesn’t matter who you fuck.” Chedda eyed me evilly.

He took a seat as if my words had no type of effect on him. Sitting up, he snatched my wrist roughly, making me fall right into his lap. Before I could move off of his lap, he leaned in, his fingers moving in a deliberate motion. Without no other words, he grabbed my thigh, pinching the skin between his thumb and index finger.

The sharp pressure became intense as I yelped out then screamed his name, begging for him to stop. I tried to jerk away but it only made discomfort spread throughout my body at a rapid pace.

“See bitch, you been getting mouthy lately because I haven’t checked your ass good enough. I had to refund the man from Dubai, so that puts me at a disadvantage. I was able to get a new client; you probably won’t like him either…But bitch you better suck in that boujie shit and make this new man feel good or I’ll not only break you, but I’ll take Miss. Ompa Loopa on a ride to hell since she always pumping your brain up with—” Chedda’s words cut off the moment my front door opened with Angel walking through it.

Four

“You good, Tavi?”Angel’s voice was low, the sweetness that was always evident in her tone of voice was gone.

She never faked liking Chedda to his face, so all of their encounters made my anxiety shoot through the roof. Angel was a firecracker, she feared no one. She eyed the piece of steel sitting on my coffee table and rolled her eyes. I remember being turned on when Chedda used to pull his gun out and place it on the table. Now, when he did it, it made my nerves bad, wondering if he would use it on me if I didn’t comply.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I cleared my throat just as Chedda removed his fingers from the area he just pinched.

I wasn’t good, my feelings were shattered. Chedda just threatened my best friend’s life. I knew that he would make good on any threat that he dished out. I had to figure something out and fast. The last thing that I wanted to do was put Angel or my parents in a dangerous situation. I felt like this for years, and it was all my fault. Chedda made it seem like I could just walk away and stop doing the work that he offered. I knew deep down that he would never let me go since I agreed so willingly to it. I made him and myself a lot of money every month or every other month.

He just confirmed that when he said what he said regarding Angel.

“It doesn’t look like it, when is he leaving? I want to celebrate with you. I even brought you somethings.” Angel held the shopping bags up.

I couldn’t stop the giddy feeling bubbling inside of me. My girl knew how much I loved to shop and add to my never-ending collection of things I hadn’t even wore or used just yet.

“I leave when I get ready to, this my mutha fuckin’’ house…you forget?” Chedda sat up, pushing me off of his lap.

Chedda’s left leg bounced out of irritation as Angel slowly put down all of her shopping bags. I knew Angel, and this was like fuel to her never-ending fire.

“A thank you would be nice, you walk in here and acknowledge Natavi like you don’t see a real man that pays all of the bills in this bitch! When you see me, you speak and then take yo round ass to the room that you occupy,” Chedda retorted. He chuckled as his chest puffed out proudly.

“Oh yeah?” Angel smirked.

I dropped my head in defeat, this was about to go bad.

“The fuck? Is that a question?” Chedda turned to me and asked as I kept my gaze on Angel. I begged her with pleading eyes to not take what Chedda just said to heart…but she was going to anyway by the determined look in her eyes.

“Did I mention how fuckin’ high the electricity bill is around this bitch? You turned your room into a fuckin’ studio, plus you got shit running all day, every day, even when no one’s here!” Chedda added.

“You’ve been in my room?” Angel asked calmly.

“Duh! This my fuckin’ house!” Chedda gritted.

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