Page 41 of The Filth Kings II

I walked straight to the corner of my room where her bags were stacked. The same bag of clothes that she brought the day after breaking into my house. Everything was stacked like my house was some fuckin’ hotel room. She never wore clothes, only her red silk robes that I assumed she had lots of. She pranced around this bitch like time stood still for all of her bullshit. I walked past her with the bags as she stood there without catching on to what the fuck was going on.

When I got to my front door, I tossed her bags out, not caring where the fuck they landed. I walked away to grab two more bags, and I heard Rylie running, her bare feet slapped hard against my hardwood floor. I turned to look at her and almost got distracted. Her silk robe was half-tied around her curvy frame. I got a good look at Rylie and there was no mistakes when God made her. She was beautiful, she made it a point to make sure her red curls was fresh and bouncy every single day.

She looked at me and shook her head; seconds later, a full-blown laugh left her red painted lips. That laugh was too bright for the moment, it echoed through the room, pissing me off further.

“Just stop, Octavio.” She giggled the words out.

“Your being so dramatic again, working yourself up and going into denial.” She waved me off.

I tilted my head to the side as I felt my jaws clench. I kept it pushing with the rest of her bags. I threw it out the door then went to her mini red speaker that she used to set the mood every damn night.

“Don’t you dare!” She threatened.

I threw it out the door from where I stood, not caring where the fuck it landed.

“Get the fuck out, Rylie Rose.” I growled through my teeth.

“You don’t really mean that shit,” she said suddenly.

Time stood still for a couple of seconds. Her eyes went wide then glossed over.

“You need me, like I needed you all of those years ago. You just don’t remember me yet…Octavia.”

I froze for half a second, and that was the got damn problem. She was good at throwing me off and playing with my mind. Rylie was right about something though, and it was about needing her. I navigated through life for far too long without needing a soul. It was the part she said about me remembering. Something about her was familiar. The way she tilted her head when she smiled. The way my name rolled off of her tongue like it was a secret between her teeth.

No one had ever called me Octavia, except when I was in grade school. That the name Jalissa enrolled me under. All the kids in school referred to me as that. How deep did Rylie Rose dig to know about that? Something in her light brown eyes reminded me of something…someone. Right now, I didn’t give a fuck. My brothers wouldn’t understand it from my point of view when they arrived. They were already on edge and would see Rylie as another problem that they could easily solve for me by killing her.

Rylie Rose danced between manic and manipulative like it was instinct. She rearranged my life without asking in a short time frame. I listened to her whisper my name in her sleep. After her long bubble baths she drew hearts on the fogged-up mirrors. She yearned for acceptance and love, something I used to yearn for a long time ago. After she’d cook dinner for the both of us every night she’d stare at me with that desperate shine in her eyes.

“Listen to me, Rylie Rose.” I sighed as I tried my best to steady my words through the rage that I felt building inside of me. It was all out of frustration.

“I don’t know what fantasy you built in your head, but this ain’t it!” I snapped as I stepped up to her and grabbed her arm.

I wasn’t trying to hurt her, but I wanted her to listen and hear every word that I spoke. I might have let her dominate in the bedroom but right now this wasn’t that.

“You don’t fuckin’ live here. You’re not mine, and I’m not yours. You weren’t invited, you broke in this bitch. I’ve enjoyed your company and offered to be a friend to you. Right now, I’ve had E—fuckin—nough!” I spat out harshly in her face.

She blinked, once, twice…then the tears came fast.

“You’ll regret this…” She whispered above her voice cracking.

“I know you’ll regret it. You love me, you loved me since the first fuckin’ day you laid eyes on me when we were kids!”

I dropped her arm like it burned my hand then took a step back away from her.

“Get help, and medication. I’ll call you in a week or two to check on you, Rylie Rose,” I offered, ready for this conversation to be done with. Time was ticking and my brothers would be here any moment.

“I love you; I’m so turned on right now, baby. You want to resist me so the sex can be more explosive.” She smirked through her tears.

I couldn’t help but chuckle dryly at her boldness.

“You random as fuck.” I shook my head at her.

“You beautiful as fuck.” She retorted.

“What’s your fuckin’ angle, Rylie Rose?” I tilted my head to the side.

“You…let me tell you something, Octavio.”

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