Page 30 of The Filth Kings

“Sorry for that. Howard was one of my clients that wanted to actually be with me. He’s a pig and he?—”

“No need to explain, you’re no longer a part of that lifestyle anymore. I’m hungry, I can go for some food as well.” I grabbed Natavi’s hand and walked in the same direction as Howard the fuckin’ coward.

“Hasanyone ever told you how handsome you look with those gold grills?” Natavi asked before taking a big bite from the large pizza slice I bought her.

“No,” I answered her.

“They look good on you; the gold goes with your complexion.” She complimented me, something that I wasn’t used to at all.

“Okay.” I picked up my slice of pizza then folded it in half before taking a big bite.

“When somebody tells you that you look good, you say thank you, Monni.” She playfully rolled her eyes.

“Thank you.” I mocked her voice, making her laugh.

I was in the mood to fuckin’ kill, Howard-the-Coward put me in that zone. When he saw me and Natavi walking together, he disrespected me by bumping into her, like I was some fuckin’ pussy.

“Why and when did you get them?” Natavi asked, she loved getting me to talk.

She was nosy as hell like most women were, I didn’t care to talk right now but I didn’t want to upset her.What?I asked myself, not being able to remember the last time I gave a damn about upsetting anyone except…Emi.

“My teeth were knocked out years before I came to the states…” My words trailed off as my eyes landed on Howard-the-Coward from far across the food court walking toward the bathroom.

I eyed his girlfriend; she was too busy letting her food get cold as she held her phone up to take selfies of herself.

“I got to use the restroom.” I stood and walked away with no further explanation.

Howard-the-Coward was oblivious, he walked with casual arrogance, unaware of his next and final destination. A familiar tension coiled in my chest, a mix of anger and all of the restraint that I had back when he bumped Natavi down to the ground around dozens of people emerged from the depths of my darkened being.

A thrill of anticipation gnawed at me. I was once powerless. Now in this moment, I felt powerful. I was in control; nobody would never take my control away from me, again. Each step that I took was calculated, and deliberate. I slipped through the crowd like an unwanted shadow. I was used to being invisible to people around me.

The restroom drew closer, tucked away in the corner of the food court. I entered quietly, three backs faced me, Howard-the-Coward was in the middle letting out worthless piss.

“To you, the disrespect was small, but to me, it was everything.” My voice boomed.

All three men turned around. When their eyes landed on me, they jumped almost out of their skin.

“Get the fuck out, except you…Howard.” I smirked his way.

I ignored the other two men that was visibly scared. I listened to their zippers zip up; next, they hurried out without washing their hands.Scumbags.

“I wish that I had more time with you,” I told Howard.

He held his deflated pissy dick in his hand as rage engulfed me.

“Go in that stall.” I ordered him.

“Please, I meant no disrespect, man! Natavi is just using you! She plays with men’s emotions, drain their pockets then act like she never spent time bouncing all over your dick!” He pleaded frozen in place.

“You’ve missed the point. That’s fine because I’m not here to do no got damn talking!” I gritted out.

“You disrespected me, Howard-the-Coward.” I hawked up a gob of spit and aimed for his Versace white sneakers.

His lips parted, trying to muster a response but his breath was probably stuck in his throat. There was no escaping now, I didn’t give a damn about him silently begging for mercy to be spared. He made a grave mistake, and he’d learn about it in his afterlife.

As I moved closer to him, the world outside the restroom faded. I forgot where I was as I closed the filthy smelling space between us and snapped his fuckin’ neck.

Fifteen

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