Page 15 of The Filth Kings

“I’m going wherever you want me to go,” Julie stated with so much conviction that it made me sick to my damn stomach.

I didn’t have to look over at her weak ass to know that she was getting up to her feet now. She used me to get to him, and it worked.

“Leave, Julie. I’ll see you later,” Detavio said to her.

A huge part of me wanted to tell Julie not to leave me standing here alone with these monsters. My pride kicked in, I shut my mouth and pulled my shoulders back.

“I smell nothing but good pussy radiating off of you, Angel. You should take pride in that shit and leave. I don’t want to meet or see you again, in the flesh. Things can go bad, you know?” Detavio smirked.

“If that’s supposed to be a threat then bring on whatever the fuck you have…” My words trailed off as the tip of his dress shoes touched the tip of my comfortable loafers.

In a flash, his right hand closed around my throat. He squeezed tightly, then released, holding it with firmness. He shifted us with his hand around my throat and walked me backward until my back met a wall, the coolness of the wall did nothing to temper the heat coursing throughout me.

I was supposed to scream, because now, it was just us all alone. I hated this man based off of all the filthy things I heard. I felt challenged, being cornered like this with nowhere to escape. My lips parted to protest, but I needed to first catch the breath that he had stolen from me with just one movement. I struggled horribly under his hard gaze that was laced with hate and disgust.

Detavio was overwhelming, from his sharp jawline to the faint smirk that played on his succulent lips. The dimly lit lights gleamed over his flawless ebony skin. I tried to push him away, to at least show him that he was in the wrong. I also wanted to convince myself that I didn’t like this one bit.

“You hate everything that the Decebal men do, right?” He murmured, his voice low and velvety, the kind that would make a woman melt in seconds.

“Don’t you?” He raised his voice, causing it to vibrate throughout me.

“I do!” I managed to get out as my heartbeat slammed in my eardrums.

“Good, you little pussy.” He spat, releasing my neck.

“Life is about choices, you live with what you choose, Angel. If you choose to fuck with me and my family…I’ll ruin you…sexually…mentally…then, physically. I’ll fuck your soul into mine, then turn you into something that you will never be able recognize. Fall the fuck back and continue to enjoy all the blind dates that you do on ‘Meet Me’.” Detavio side stepped around me.

“Fuck you! You and your sick ass father are going down!” I yelled with so much conviction I believed myself.

“Let the games began,” he stated over his shoulders, never looking back at me.

Eight

Something about standingin front of a haunted looking house on the outskirts of L.A didn’t sit right in my spirit. What made matters worse was that it was twenty minutes away from Arkville. That city was weird. The people in Arkville hardly ever left. I swear that place had a dark cloud hovering above it.

Arkville had controlled media coverage, as well as their own jurisdiction. They controlled what outsiders knew about them, and in order to even move there, you had to sign documents and go through a screening to be accepted into their little weird ass community. When I was held captive at Impurity’s house, a lot of the women told me how he was getting bored with buying escorts. So he took women from his own city and held them against their will. No one spoke out because I assumed that most of them were killed.

I told Chedda this would be my last client that I took on through him. If I wanted to sell my body afterwards, it would be because I wanted to and not because he was sending men my way. He shrugged me off and gave me the address, letting me know that this particular client didn’t like to talk as much and he expected nothing but sex.

I felt like this was Chedda’s way of punishing me, since he knew that I didn’t like taking on clients that expected lots of sex. He promised me that the pay would possibly change my life. So, I took his word for it. There were a lot of things that Chedda lied to me about, but money just wasn’t one of them. I shifted in the crisp cold air, looking up at the dark sky with no clouds in sight.

My stomach fluttered out of nervousness as I took in the house one last time before walking up the driveway. The house stood alone; the exterior was weathered with paint chippings like it hadn’t been painted in decades. I stepped up on the porch and it was caked up in layered in dust; the screen door hung loosely off the hinges. The sound of it creaking against the wind made me jump.

I turned to take in the view from the porch and this area had no signs of life. No blooming flowers, the grass was dry and brittle. The yard was dead, the stretch was endless although the home itself looked small. Taking in a deep breath, I sat my duffle bag on stop of my small suitcase and pondered hard on leaving.

Yeah, fuck this! I’m leaving!I thought to myself, pulling out my phone to call an Uber. All money wasn’t good money. The wind even blew different out here like it was trying to give me a warning. I took a step down the worn steps and froze when I heard an engine rumbling. My heartbeat sped up because the truck didn’t slow down as the person behind the wheel steered the black Cadillac truck on to the dry grass. Debris started to fly toward me as the tires skidded across the grass, finally coming to a stop.

He stepped out the car looking like a giant, tall with an all-black hoodie covering half of his face. The leaves crunched underneath his heavy boots as he took slow but deliberate steps my way. He pulled back his hoodie a little to gaze at me. The closer he got, the familiar his dark eyes became; they were unreadable and locked into mine. A chill crawled up my spine as if he could see into my soul.

“The fuck you want?” His voice was a low growl, deep and heavy with unspoken threats.

My pulse raced as I stood beneath his towering bulky frame. My breathing was slow and shallow, his presence casted a heavy shadow that made me feel small. His top and bottom teeth were covered with gold grills.

“I’m uh—umm…” I couldn’t find the proper words to introduce myself.

I wondered if he would get mad if I told him that I was getting ready to leave.

“Natavi.” He spoke my name with a little bit of amusement.

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