Page 58 of The Filth Kings

That’s one of the reasons I started blogging in the first place. To shed light on people who deserved to be punished. People needed to take accountability in the choices they made that affected others. In California, there was a rise in people turning up missing with their bodies stuffed with newspaper or any other kind of filling. Trafficking bodies and organs had grown popular.

It was a multi-million-dollar operation that was very successful, to say the least about it.

“I’m living my life; I love what I do. My work for Detavio keeps my mind off of all of the trauma that I endured with Impurity. He keeps me safe and protected. I have an apartment that’s about three hours away from L.A close to Vegas. I go there sometimes to escape and decompress, a couple of days being there doesn’t feel like home. My sex drive is high, I’m very hypersexual. I’ve grown addicted to it. A part of me hates it but a huge part of me loves it.” She gave me her big innocent-looking eyes and my stomach fluttered.

“What about the other women. Do they have the same freedom as you?”

“No, they are contracted. They sign papers, get paid and leave or beg to stay. Some of them talk too much, Detavio is not much of a talker. Sometimes he offers a few words here or there but when women start to press him for more, he cuts them off. Kourtney been here over a year, she stopped being a nurse when her husband died. She was contracted with Detavio just for sex. He ended up hiring her to be a nurse to run everyone’s STD checks. I love Kourt, she’s my girlfriend, sort of…” She blushed.

“So, you two are close.” I smiled at that, happy that she had someone to confide in.

“Yes, very close, she’s a beautiful white chick with soul.” She winked.

I giggled at that. I felt relieved that the women here had the freedom to do what they wanted to. Detavio was still someone that I wanted to get far away from. Him locking me away in a so-called luxurious pit wasn’t normal. I hated the pull and attraction that I felt for him. At the same time, I knew right from wrong. I wasn’t desperate for a man. I believed that he was obsessed with me, while being in denial of my small obsession for him.

He stalked me, broke into my parents’ home to taste my pussy. After I moved into my new house, he had secretly set up cameras to watch me when he wasn’t actually there, waiting for me to go to sleep. His capabilities scared and turned me on at the same time. The way he ate me, fucked me, and looked at me was out of this world. I refused to be an object to control. I refused to grow more addicted to him, all for him to break me and hurt me because he hasn’t grown from his own past traumas.

I had to get away from here, I now knew most of the truth about him and now I knew that I was wrong about him. That wasn’t enough to get me to willingly stay. My situation was different from Maylee’s. This man literally told me that he would own me, and that I would have no way out.Fuck that and fuck him!

Twenty-Seven

Flowerpots?I frowned as I observed the front of Monster’s porch. I expected the usual—cold and empty, the way it has always been. I stepped back off the porch and froze in place as I took in the scene. This wasn’t what the fuck I expected. His house was different, the porch had been transformed.

Soft lights hung off the railing, his old wooden chairs were replaced with nice cushions with a small table in the corner with a crystal glass vase with fresh flowers. It hit me hard and fast…it was because of Natavi. There was no doubt in my mind about it. Lights caught the edge of the doorframe to make visitors feel welcomed.Ain’t this bout a bitch!

As long as I’ve known Monster, he had never let anyone in close enough to rearrange shit concerning him. Monster didn’t even seem like the type of man to want anyone this close. I shook my head to shake the shock off and picked up my fist to knock on the door. Out of habit since I had no guards along with me today, I turned around to check out my surroundings until I heard the door open.

Monster grunted without speaking. Before I turned around I heard his heavy boots stomp away. I turned around to step inside but paused, ready to take more steps backward.What the fuck is going on here?I couldn’t bite back the low chuckle and smirk that shifted my face. I unbuttoned the top button of my suit jacket and leaned against the door frame.

“Your letting my warm air out.” He mumbled grumpily.

I raised my brows at his statement. I didn’t visit here often, but whenever I did, Monster kept it as cold as an igloo inside. The torn wallpaper, the old worn furniture and the way that his house lacked life inside of it breathed some type of resurrection.

Monster had new furniture, bookshelves in each corner of his living room that was stacked with books like he gave a damn about reading. He sat on his sectional couch with a wooden folding tray with a glass plate of food stacked. I couldn’t wrap my mind around none of what was displayed in front of me. I didn’t understand what any of it meant except Monster had fallen in love with Natavi and was in denial about the shit.

“Homecooked meal…you got the place redecorated.” I mumbled underneath my breath.

“And?” He spoke up with a mouth full of food.

“Change of clothes, the house is warm instead of cold.” I smirked as I continued my rant.

I turned around and finally shut the door behind me and that’s when I noticed that this fool had the door replaced.

“What happened to the thick piece of wood that went in front of the door?” I asked as I took a seat across from him.

“Natavi thought it was best to get rid of the door. It was barely hanging on anyway.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

I still look around in amusement, his house didn’t have the same oppressive weight to it. His heavy black curtains were drawn back. There’s a comfort that doesn’t belong here, warmth that I never experienced in any home.

“Natavi thought it was best, eh.” I repeated just as I heard glass break against the floor.

I locked eyes with Natavi, she looked like she pissed herself.

“Dammit Detavio!” Monster gritted as he turned around to check on Natavi.

Without a second thought, he jumped up, almost knocking his tray of food over. My heart clenched as tightness entered my chest. She gasped as she tore her eyes away from me. Monster, whom I just found out to be my brother, the one that’s always still and quiet, locked into himself… I watched him react as if she was in pain….it was like the sound of that possibility snapped something inside of him to react, to cater… I sat frozen, unable to look away.

As she bent down, he kneeled in front of her, his normal cold expression was soft in a way I’d never seen. His eyes focused on her, he didn’t give a damn that I was a witness to what he was doing. I almost don’t recognize him at all.

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