Page 9 of The Filth Kings

This would be Chedda’s first and last time bringing up how this was his house to Angel. She was here because it had always been our dream to live together outside of our parents’ home. I loved having her here, but the truth was, Angel’s spoiled ass didn’t have to be here. She was making good money already and had a room bigger than this condo back at her parents’ house to go back to.

Angel’s round cheeks dimpled as she flashed Chedda a sly, taunting smile. Her eyes sparkled with a knowing glare, as if she already held all the cards in her hand to win a game. Her lips parted as she tilted her head slightly, doing her signature hair flip before finally spoke. Each word was deliberate, sharp, and precise, aimed to pierce Chedda’s fragile ego that would have him exploding.

“Ohhh, bless your pathetic, broke heart,” she stated with her tone mocking fake sympathy.

“It must be a whole lot of work, you know…sitting on your ass while beautiful women like Tavi does all the hard work. What honest living are you even making these days besides fake pimping hoe? You can consider this a same-day notice from me. I’ll evict myself and leave in the next two hour?—”

“Angel, please!” I shouted, cutting her off.

I tried to stand to plead more with her but was stopped by Chedda’s hand. He gave me an icy look that chilled me to the bone before giving his attention to Angel. She stepped further into the living room; her smile never wavered as she glared at Chedda.

“Don’t fuckin’’ move,” he gritted out to me. His hand gripped my thigh so tight that his short sharp nails penetrated through my skin.

“Who the fuck you think you are, Angel? You ain’t hitting on shit but that messy ass blog page. It’s only booming because you stick your nose in celebrities business and expose it to the world. Millions of followers, and you here, living off of me.” Chedda chuckled, releasing my thigh to stand up.

“You done yet?” Angel raised her arched brow.

“Nah, I ain’t done, Miss Built-Like-A-Bag-of-Questions.” Chedda sneered, as he stroked his thick beard.

“It’s sad that yo ass is wide as all outdoors and you can’t sell a lick of it. I understand why you always mad, Big Mama. Nobody wants you, but…I’ll give it to you. You got a face of an angel and a body big as the Amazon itself. You’re miserable, probably can’t wipe ya ass properly with all that ass you got back there and?—”

“Well, I guess we all struggle from something, now don’t we. You can’t shame my weight and not add your wide ass momma to your weak ass lines. She’s bigger than me. Do you ever ask your dad does her ass stink when she’s throwing it back since her ass is wider than mine?”

“Bitch!” Chedda moved swiftly, snatching his gun off the table.

He pointed it in Angel’s direction, and all she did was laugh.

“I pinched a nerve like you be pinching all over Tavi’s body. Cock that bitch back because I’m not done with you yet, Trevonne Harris! See, men like you have fragile ego’s because what’s tucked in your pants is too small to shake after you take a piss. Natavi fell in love with you fresh out of high school and then you manipulated her. You and that small ass gun don’t pump any fear into my heart because if you were going to use it, you would have done it the moment you aimed it at me. If you want, you can put it down and fight. I might lose but I’ll be happy with fuckin’ up that pretty boy face of yours cause I guarantee something is going to land. You a straight bitch up and down, and it’s sad that your parents raised you this way. Today, I am now known as a top earning influencer. It’s not just Instagram, but it’s TikTok and YouTube as well! I get paid to post; what I make in a month now, will take you a year to accumulate. So, fuck you, and this small ass condo. I’ll grab my equipment and excuse myself.” Angel pushed pass us.

I could feel the anger in her hard footsteps that shook the floor with each step that she took. I quickly got to my feet and ran after her, not caring about Chedda standing there looking stupid and lost. My heart beat wild inside of my chest. I already knew before entering her room that anything that I tried to say to convince her to stay wouldn’t work.

Once Angel was set in her decisions, no one could deter her. She was stubborn and stood on all the principals and morals that she spoke upon. Although Angel was upset, the way she carried herself was always with grace. Her bedroom curated perfection, even amidst the chaos of her packing. Her king-sized canopy bed was the centerpiece of her room, draped in crisp white linen and plush pillows. White was Angel’s favorite color; she practically wore it every day.

With her back turned to me, she carefully unplugged all of her electronic devices.

“Angel, you know I don’t want you to leave me here.” I talked lowly above a whisper.

“I know, and I don’t want to leave you here either. Let’s just face it, my time was coming to an end here. You don’t have to stay; I’m making enough to take care of both of us…Plus…” She turned around to face me with a mischievous smirk on her face.

“I closed on a house near Arkville. With all the interviews that I have lined up, and this big ‘Me Too’ movement with those sick Decebal men, I’ll be making double the profit! Netflix has already offered me millions of dollars to turn it into a documentary.” Angel took in a deep breath after she finished her sentence.

“Let me not get too far ahead of myself. There has to be a conviction, some concrete evidence before Netflix makes a deal with me. It’s in the works, though.” She smiled.

“Wow, that-that’s wonderful…But umm…Angel, it’s not a secret how dangerous the Decebal men are. You need to stop doing these interviews and move on and find another celebrity to talk about. Impurity Decebal is a monster, I’m pretty sure his son is no different.” I warned her, feeling goosebumps spread across my skin.

“What do you know about Impurity?” Angel asked, causing my stomach to tighten.

“I worked with him before, he was a client of mine. His dick doesn’t work, and I think that’s what makes him evil-hearted. I’ve been to Arkville on his estate, and he runs a fuckin’ cult. I’ve-I’ve witnessed him unalive wo?—”

“Wait! This could be so dope! I could interview you! This will help take those sick bastards down! Oh, my goodness! Why didn’t you tell me any of this, Natavi! Do you need some sort of counseling after seeing such horrid things?” Angel was excited and also concerned for what I just said.

I sighed, shoulders dropping. I walked toward her bed and flopped down. Rocking back and forth, I rubbed up and down my arms to soothe my frazzled nerves.

“I’m still under some sort of oath, the paperwork I signed, Angel…I wasn’t supposed to even say what I just said to you. So no, I won’t do an interview, and you will not blog about anything that just came out of my mouth.” I pleaded with her.

My mind went back to the person that saved me from being trapped in the darkness of Impurity’s basement. In there, I was caged and forced to perform all kinds of different sex acts in front of him. He was determined to get his limp dick to working. All the nasty things that I’ve done around or with that man still haunts me.

Down to his pitch-black fingertips that looked like they were dipped in black ink while the rest of his body was a light toffee dusty brown. He was filthy, but very handsome and deranged wrapped in one. The man that saved me popped up in my dreams and nightmares. If anyone else laid eyes on him, they would most likely shake in fear. His pitch-black skin, the scars indenting and almost disfiguring his face would make them cringe.

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