Page 23 of The Filth Kings

Soon as the glass slid opened, my father turned on his heels with his phone in hand. It was evident that his face was beet red. He was arguing with someone, but who?

“Baby girl, what’s—” His words cut short when I held the newspaper up, clear as day for him to see.

I refused to step another inch from where I stood. I was sure that he could see his own face and the headline from where I was positioned.

“How? Angel, go inside so we can talk.” My father spat angrily.

His big bubble eyes roamed the backyard as if someone was nearby listening to us. He didn’t care about none of that when he was just outside screaming at the top of his lungs. I walked back inside of the kitchen then slammed the newspaper down on top of the island.

“Angel, why do you have that?” He shut the glass sliding door.

I couldn’t believe how my father’s entire demeaner flipped into something I never witnessed. That in itself hurt my feelings, his posture and aura screamed something unrecognizable.

“I don’t know why I have it, Pa. Care to tell me what this all about?” I asked as I squinted my eyes at him.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you. It’s buried in the past.” He spat, giving me his ass to kiss.

He cooly walked over to the refrigerator and opened it. He snatched a beer from the case and cracked it open.

“Does mom know?”

“My wife knows all about my past. I’m not discussing any of that with you, Angel. That is my business, and it will stay that way.” His voice raised.

“That’s fine, it just makes me wonder if you were truly guilty. I also wonder if it was Impurity Decebal that nearly killed you and not some damn motorcycle!” I yelled, getting pissed off.

My father was as stubborn as I was. I wouldn’t get the answers that I was looking for from him, so I switched gears and tried to press his buttons since he was already pissed that I had the newspaper.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He tilted his head to the side and took a step toward me.

“You heard me, so what is it! I am interviewing several women that have dealt with Impurity and Detavio! How will this all look when it comes out that my own father, the old and accused Mayor Willis, has had dealings in Arkville and went to fucking jail with serious accusations thrown at you!”

“Angel…listen to me and hear me clearly. You will drop all of whatever it is that you have going on with the Decebals! If you refuse to listen to me and do as I’m demanding of you…I will cut you off! You will not bring harm to this family.” He crushed the can with his hand and hurled it at the sliding glass.

I jumped and stumbled backward from the island. A sense of helplessness and confusion led me to deep questioning about my own identity. My father was someone else. In this moment, I didn’t know what kind of person he truly was. Determination sparked inside of me. I blinked back my tears and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the newspaper behind.

I knew who it came from, the only thing that I needed to do was find Detavio and get all the answers that I wanted to know.

Twelve

One WeekLater

I lickedmy lips and eyed the monitors on my desk as Maylee grazed the tip of my dick with her teeth. Pain mixed with pleasure was the antidote for my release. I watched Angel step out of the shower, she carefully walked to the mirror and wiped the fog that covered it. With no towel wrapped around her luscious thick body, she eased her hands slowly down the sides of her waist. She dragged her hands back up and pinched her juicy nipples then picked one of her titties up to suck on the left nipple.

“That’s right, Angel, make yourself feel good until I can get to you tonight.” I gritted out as Maylee violently suctioned half of my dick into her warm mouth.

Angel was breaking, she already started her own process of turning into a sex crazed maniac. She wanted to desperately get my attention since I left that newspaper and note inside of her bathroom. I watched her ask her father question after question and he shut down and pushed her away like the true coward he was. I explored Angel’s body in her sleep multiple nights, after she called out my name during her dreams. I tasted her, and grew addicted. It was the way her fat pussy squeezed around my fingers, the way that it gushed out for me when she had multiple orgasms. I wanted to fuck her, my dick craved to feel the inside of her, but it wasn’t time yet.

I grabbed the back of Maylee’s head and forced her to take all ten inches of me to the back of her throat. I enjoyed the way she choked and gagged on my dick while her throat constricted around it. I lifted my top lip to my nose and could smell remnants of Angel’s juices there.I can’t wait to kill you, Angel. I’m so close to breaking you first.I looked down at Maylee’s face and released the back of her head. She turned her head to the side as she clutched her neck. Maylee cleared her throat then looked up at me with lust filled eyes.

“I want her too, but I want you more, sir.” She purred.

I felt possessed for a couple of seconds, ready to slap her eyes out of their sockets for even looking at my Angel. Angel was mine! My angel that I was going to turn into my little nasty demon.

Maylee looked up at my monitor and moaned. I took my eyes off of her to see Angel in her all-white room. She rubbed her body down with baby oil slowly. Each time she squeezed more oil into the palm of her hand, she worked over her body slow and deliberate. I knew Maylee was just going along with whatever my new sick fetish was. That’s why I kept her, she asked no questions; she aimed to please, no matter the place or time.

I focused back on her and watched her crawl on her knees to me.

“Get up here and fuck me,” I told her.

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