Page 26 of The Filth Kings

I was curious to know, because any man that Impurity wanted dead, it happened right away.

“The goal wasn’t to kill him; it was to teach him a lesson for fucking with me. A lesson he will always remember. I won’t kill him because killing his only child would hurt him worse.”

“How did he fuck with you?” I wondered as he revealed something that I hadn’t realized.

It was never about Angel and her posting about us, nor was it about all of the interviews that she had done. It was about James, my father was hiding something. Normally he told me everything and now he was beating around the bush. He wanted Angel dead to severely hurt James Willis, her father. But why?

“None of your business, James was a good friend of mine. He turned out to be just like somebody I know and had to be punished. Kill that bitch or I will get her and bring her to Arkville. I’ll squeeze all the fat off her body then cut all of her organs out to make the money back that she cost me ever since she start releasing those interviews.” He stood up in one motion.

Impurity was sixty-five years old and still moving like a man in his late twenties.

“Oh, and Julie is fine, I said that to ruffle your feathers. She’s been in my bed; she loves it there. I’m going to take really good care of the bitch.” He snapped his fingers, his dogs stood up to attention.

“See you soon, son. Have your fun with her, then you kill her and have Herringbone show me the evidence. Don’t forget, it was my funds that started your funds. You may have stopped cutting out organs to help me sell them but the blood of it all is deeply imbedded inside of you.”

Thirteen

“Lookhow stiff your nipples are. Is your clit as hard right now, Tavi?” Monster stood from his barstool.

He didn’t make any sudden movements, he just stood in front of his stool. Shirtless, untamable, Monster was a big mystery that I wanted to solve but couldn’t. I had been here for a week, doing absolutely nothing besides reading books on my Kindle from my phone and getting devoured by Monster’s mouth. He had an appetite for eating my pussy. What confused me the most was how he hadn’t made a move to fuck me.

I loved feeling his mouth and tongue on my intimate parts down south. I was starting to grow bored with being cooped up in this cold empty house that made me feel like I was living somewhere off the map, tucked away in a faraway place.

“Can we talk?” I turned away from him. I wasn’t in the mood to be sexualized.

My eyes looked over his kitchen, I stood in the center of it. The countertops were bare, his cabinets dark wooded edges were chipped and worn. I could tell that he lived in solitude for years in this place with no one to help him decorate or even visit him. He seemed to embrace the solitude; it didn’t bother him a bit because he did the same thing every day.

“Talk.” His deep voice made me shiver.

It turned me on instantly. I absently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and turned back toward him. I looked over the ingredients that I was going to make us for breakfast and shook my head as a thought came to mind. Monster hadn’t paid me yet, and instead of me cooking breakfast, we could go out and get something to eat. Since I was supposed to be here for over a month or just a month, he could let me help him decorate his house and make it cozier.

“Well, I wanted to talk about you paying me. Usually, I get paid up front… plus, I’m bored every day just sitting in this house while you go to work. Maybe you could?—”

“You can leave whenever I leave, there’s a spare key in the backyard under the black mat.” Monster cut me off.

“And…about my payment?” My words trailed off as nervousness took over me.

“Go to your room and empty your suitcase.” He stated in an annoyed tone.

“Why?” I asked.

“Just do it!” His words slammed into the air carried by a venomous edge that made me flinch hard.

“Talk too fuckin’ much!” He bellowed.

The fury in his tone curled around me like a noose tightening around my neck. His eyes were cold and burned with hate. My heart raced, each beat hammered against my chest.

“Now!” I jumped again with tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

Monster was hot and cold, he didn’t talk much and whenever he had to talk to me he sounded annoyed with each word that left his mouth. The only time that I felt comfortable and confident was when he munched on my pussy. He ate it like he was in love with me, and that’s what confused me and made me nervous all in one breath.

He touched my body like he studied it and knew all my sensitive spots and what sent me over the edge like a map. I quickly went into my room that felt far away all of a sudden and went straight to my suitcase to empty out all of my clothes onto my very uncomfortable bed. The bed felt like I was laying on bricks. I didn’t bother to put any of my personal items in the dresser that was attached to a mirror because I was too scared of all the spider webs surrounding it.

When I walked out of the room with my suitcase, Monster was now standing on the side of my door with a black hoodie on. Saying nothing, his cold hand wrapped around my wrist as he led the way to whatever destination he was taking me to. His grip was firm as he pulled me through the hallway. Each step felt deliberate and cold, like this was the end of me.

I stumbled as I struggled to keep up with his pace from all the long and fast strides that he took. We made it to the back of his house. I coughed from all the dust. He let my wrist go and used his shoulder to push with force against a wooden door that gave in after a couple of pushes.

The door creaked opened, I swallowed down hard as he stepped in. He roughly flicked on the light. Even with the dim light, the staircase descended into darkness.

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