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She sighed but surprised me with a simple okay. I nodded at my brothers then walked away to suit up, for the end of Impurity.

Chapter24

Detavio

Monster placed his binoculars in his lap and practically growled in anger.

“It looks like we will kill two birds of the same flock tonight,” he gritted out from the driver seat.

“The fuck does that mean?” I asked with my grip tightening around my Glock.

“Emi’s men are surrounding the warehouse…something tells me she has no rank like she speaks of overseas. The longer I thought about it, the more everything makes sense. Thailand loved Tai; besides him being the sick monster that he was, folks turned a blind eye to it all since he was bringing in millions of dollars. Emi killed Tai. I’m pretty sure they will not back her out there. My men have been out there for a week now and no one knows of her. I sent them to Tai’s estate…his family is living there. Emi is using Impurity because of me, and whatever amount of money he has been promising her. Emi gathered men that she could trust in order to come out here in order to look like a big fuckin’ deal. I would have let her live, even gave her money. I don’t know what all she has said to my wife…all I know is…it got to her. I can see it in the way Natavi looks at me. I’m going to kill Emi, end all of this unnecessary bullshit. It’ll be what Octavio is looking for by coming here with us tonight to see the real us.” Monster smirked as he looked at Octavio through the mirror.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Closure…no more feeling guilty about not saving her when she never planned on saving herself,” Monster muttered as he started his truck.

“If you have any reservations when the time comes to look him in the eyes and pull the trigger, just look at me. No judgment, I understand,” Monster told me.

I nodded my head; this is what I was going to do.

“Stop the truck, let me step out real quick.” I swallowed down hard as Monster stopped the truck abruptly.

Soon as my boots planted down in the soil, I knelt down and scooped up dirt with my bare hands. I wanted to feel, I needed to feel the reality of it all. I clenched the dirt tighter than anything else I ever held; I considered it to be the last bit of love that I’d been carrying for Impurity. Memories and hope that I should have severed years ago.

I used to call what I had for him respect, used to tell myself he kept me when Jalissa didn’t want to. He fed me, taught me how to survive, he claimed to make me this was because the world was hard. He never loved me, and I still loved him in the midst of him grooming me to become the next him. Impurity had control over me for so many years wrapped in obedience and abuse disguised as legacy.

I watched women…so many women die at the hands of him. He didn’t raise a son; he shaped a weapon to do his dirty work. I was once addicted to cutting out organs, feeling those organs pump life in the palms of my hands as I put them on ice. Any time I bled or broke someone else to please him, he’d smile as if their pain and my internal pain was currency. My anger was a song he wrote.

I thought back to the time when I thought that he declared his love for me…

“You filthy son of a bitch! Let me go! I’m not leaving here without my boys!” my mom tried her hardest to jerk out of the stronghold my father’s men had her in.

I screamed, feeling helpless while watching guards drag my mother by her frail limbs as if her body was worthless. They went down a flight of steps as if they weren’t holding her up by her arms. My father stood tall with a nonchalant pose as he watched my mother plead upon deaf ears before he spoke.

“You want to take your boys when you’re nothing but a drunk! Sleeping around and—” My father paused to look at me with a stern fixed eye twitching in anger.

“You’re crying, Detavio?” His voice dropped dangerously low, causing my stomach to churn. I quickly shook my head no, probably making it worse being that I lied to his face.

“No, sir.” I sniveled quickly, backhanding my tears away. I looked over at my mom.

She was drunk and probably high off of whatever she could get her hands on. I didn’t like that she did drugs and poisoned her body with liquor, but I started wondering what those substances did to her and how they would make me feel. I wanted an escape from all of the things that I was exposed to on a day-to-day basis. My father was now mayor of Arkville and the power that he possessed over the entire city seemed to make him spiral out of control.

“Now you lie to me?” he uttered in disbelief. Uncrossing his hands, he lifted his finger that was dipped in black ink. He pointed at my mother with accusing eyes.

“Look what you’re trying to turn my first born into! Selfish stupid bitch!” he gritted.

“He’s not your first born, Impurity! Detavio came second, you sick son of a bitch.” My mother cried out after him.

He stomped my way and backhanded the taste of beef stew off of my taste buds. The impact of his hit sent me flying backward. I held my face, shaking out of fear and pain. I sobbed lowly, letting everything out. My frustrations were at an all-time high. I was ten years old, and I struggled with figuring out which parent loved me most. Mom seemed to always focus on Octavio, she didn’t care about me much. Most days she didn’t utter more than a word to me.

She loved to remind me of how much I looked like my father. She even stated how I would end up just like him since I didn’t talk as much whenever she asked me questions. A lot of things that I witnessed around here, stunned me into silence. The smell of dead bodies, being taught to pull organs out of a body and help my father sell them without anyone stopping him to say that it was wrong. I hated that I started to feel an adrenaline, a high, whenever he made me work late nights with him. The sight of blood relaxed me in ways that I was sure wasn’t normal for the average kid.

My father’s heavy footsteps broke me out of the trance that I was in. He balled his fist and started beating me as my mother’s sobs echoed off the stone walls.

“Nooooo, don’t you hit him! Leave my son alone!!!!! Ahhhhhh!” She screeched out in pain.

I saw stars but dared not to count them. I felt pain but dared not to react to it. Something clicked in my brain, as numbness covered my body. Mommy would fight for me. She has to, she never fought hard enough for me. This time, she has to prove that she loves me. I thought to myself while looking in my father’s pitch-black eyes. It felt like I was looking into my own eyes as I saw all the rage behind his eyes.

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