Page 62 of The Filth Kings

“Fuck them, and as far as I’m concerned…I only have one adult son. Detavio Decebal, he’s thirty-two years old and capable to survive on his own.”

I heard enough, all of it made me sick to my stomach. I used the butt of my gun to push the door wide opened. I didn’t give a fuck about the tears that decorated my face.

“Speaking of the devil himself. It’s about time you came to talk with me, boy.” Impurity sat up and interlocked his hands on top of the table.

His black ink fingertips drummed on top of his hands as he eyed me coldly. I looked at James, then over at Mr. Herringbone.

“Man.” I uttered, feeling my chest constrict.

“What, boy?” Impurity asked with his face frowned up.

“I’m a man! A better man than you will ever be. I’m not a boy, I’m a motherfuckin’ man! Son to the devil himself…” I chuckled through my tears angrily.

“How could you get rid of your son…Octavio! Get rid of your first born, Monster. Then proudly claim a woman that?—”

“Watch your fucking words!” Impurity screamed so loud that spit sprayed across his desk.

“No, you’re gay…” I chuckled in disbelief.

“You kept all of those women around, never fucking them because your dick couldn’t get hard?—”

“Enough!” He slammed his hands and stood up.

I pointed my gun at him as my hands shook violently. I swallowed down the large lump that forced its way up my throat and shook my head in disbelief. I was in so much disbelief that I felt dizzy.

“I’ve had enough of you. Sit the fuck down and listen to me.” I spat.

“Sit the fuck down!” I yelled again.

“Purity, just?—”

I cut Mr. Herringbone’s words off with a bullet to the center of his head. I smirked at silencing him for the rest of his miserable ass life. I pointed the gun at James and Impurity sat down stubbornly.

“You ready to die?” Impurity smirked.

“I’ve been ready, now…are you ready to hear the truth and swallow it down?” I sinisterly chuckled as I stepped closer to the desk.

“You kidnapped hundreds of women…I used to wonder why I never caught you fucking them…It was because you couldn’t get hard for them. You was disgusted with the truth of yourself. Disgusted with being gay so you harmed so many people to convince others that you was addicted to having several women. You turned your back on Octavio and let him go with Jalissa because you took his sensitivity for being soft. You was too scared to keep him because you thought that he would grow older and proudly live in his truth while you lived in the shadows of yours. Jalissa fed him hormonal pills and poisoned him…” I stopped talking to ground myself and control my anger.

“I’m not gay! I’m a man!” He gritted.

“No, you are a gay man. A sick, demented, twisted, filthy son of the devil! You acted like you hated Jalissa when that sick bitch is here! And you!” I looked at James and couldn’t fathom how Angel would take the news.

“You’re coming with me…you will confess to Angel about everything, you?—”

“James stays here with me! He’s not leaving me again.” My father stated lowly.

“I need him…” His words trailed off.

I grew sick in the stomach as I witnessed Impurity’s cold eyes thaw out into fear.

“Please, I don’t want to break my baby’s heart.” James pleaded through tears.

“You have no choice. Either you come and tell her, or I go tell her why I had to put a bullet through your head.” I stepped closer to James.

“Those women and men will be released?—”

“They agreed to be here! They signed papers to?—”

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