Page 42 of The Filth Kings II

She was close, her tears streamed steadily down her face as she breathed heavy. Something unhinged was behind the gloss of her orbs. I seen a lot in my life, but this wild devotion of a woman teetering between love and lunacy chilled something deep inside of me. Rylie’s fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt and yanked me toward her like I was weightless.

“You’re mine…you always were.” She hissed lowly as her voice trembled.

I didn’t move, I was in too much shock to even react. Her breath hit my lips as she continued to speak.

“I will have you… I’d hate to have to snap so hard—” She bit into her bottom lip almost drawing blood as she stopped herself from stating what I assumed would be more of promise than a threat.

“I’ll bleed shit dry behind you.” She blinked hard as more tears dripped out of her eyes.

It wasn’t sadness, it was possession and rage. It was that twisted ache of someone who thought obsession was the same thing as love. She gripped my shirt tighter and pulled at me until I was pressed against her short frame. She looked up at me and stood on her tippy toes but still wasn’t tall enough. My dick thought for himself and sprouted without being told to become erect.

“I think about you every second.” She whispered as her eyes searched mine for acceptance.

“I dream about you; I even know about the way your voice dips when you fuckin’ lie. I know what cologne you wear when you go to work to fuck bitches that I thought about killing. I also know the type of cologne that you wear for leisure. Your jaw clenches when your frustrated or angry…it’s the only reason why I’m giving you a small pass right now. I know you, Octavio, very well…I’ve known you forever…you think you can just ignore that and me like I’m some fuckin’ mistake? What? You want me to bring the broken hoop earring that I kept since you were a kid confused about yourself?”

My body went stiff, not out of fear but out of calculation. She was unraveling before me. Then she smiled softly and sadly. She let go of my shirt then smoothed the fabric like she cared about messing it up.

“I’m gonna go ahead and leave…my brothers in laws don’t need to see us having a disagreement. I want their first introduction of me to be good,” she stated as she walked backwards toward the door like she rehearsed all of this in her head.

How the fuck did she even know that they was coming?I asked myself.

“You’ll feel me in every room after this, every silence and every breath you take. You’ll look in the fuckin’ mirror and wonder if I’m behind you or somewhere near watching.” She giggled until her laugh turned into a full-blown laugh from her gut.

“Octavio?” She called out to me as she turned slightly to step outside where her things was at.

“Yes?”

“How many more times will you run from me, Octavio? I dare you not to fix that.” She rolled her eyes.

I snapped out of whatever daze she had me in and stomped toward the door. I grabbed the door handle ready to slam the door in her face.

“Don’t forget…I warned you. I need to have my peace at some point in life and that’s with you.”

I slammed the door in her face then stood there with my fists clenched. I tried to remember what it was about her that haunted me so bad. All of this felt like the beginning of something that I would never be able to get rid of.

Chapter20

Monster

Isat on the edge of Octavio’s soft red couch with my fists pressed against my knees. My head was down as I tried to keep my evil thoughts from leaking out of my skull into the space that I occupied. Murder was all I could think about in different way then there was the deadly silence that followed behind my thoughts. It wasn’t rage at this point, it was instinct to survival. Not just for me but for my entire family.

It was like a pressure valve slowly turning in my chest needing to be released or I’d detonate. Octavio sat across from me legs crossed calmly like he hadn’t seen the look in my eyes. Detavio paced near the fireplace, his jaw was tight as he muttered something about trying to be logical.

“We have to think shit through, we don’t know the power that this Emi chick holds. She mentioned that she’s kept Impurity at bay, it’s evident that they work hand and hand.” Detavio spoke loud enough for both of us to hear as I looked around the space we was sitting in.

Something was different…the whole living room looked like it had been swallowed by Valentine’s Day. Curtain’s with red lace, the pillows on this ugly ass couch was heart shaped. I eyed the pink fur rug under the coffee table and knew damn well that it used to be steel gray. Even the air smelled fruity as hell. Octavio lived alone and whenever we came here it was plain with no bright colors.

“What the fuck is going on in your house, Octavio?” I asked abruptly as I eyed him seriously.

“We don’t have time to talk about this man’s love life! We are trying to think logical and get this shit over with as soon as possible.” Detavio interjected.

“Logical?” that word didn’t sit right with me since I came up in chaos.

“What is going on? A woman moved in?” I asked flatly.

Octavio reached underneath his wild curls and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I didn’t invite her…she just…made herself at home, a little,” he stated lowly as if she was somewhere listening.

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