Page 54 of The Filth Kings II

“If Monni would have chosen her over me, I already had a plan and a plane ticket to fly to Thailand and kill them both,” Natavi said.

I sat the pictures down as we eyed each other for a couple of seconds. We broke our stare down by laughing together as I spread the pictures on the bed and eyed the women for a couple of seconds before I gave Natavi’s silly ass my attention.

“Not you having a plane ticket and a plan ready for his ass. You know Monster would have chosen you,” I told her seriously.

Natavi could be over the top and very dramatic at times, but my friend had a heart of gold. She was an empath and went hard for the people she loved. Natavi deserved the world, moon, and stars in my eyes.

“I didn’t know that, Angel. You have all the confidence, not me. I’m still adjusting to motherhood. I still go back in forth with all of the things that my Monni has been through. I wonder if I’m enough for him. The way that bitch sat at my dinner table telling me about my husband’s past and how broken he was made me second guess myself. I have impulsive thoughts like what if he gets tired of me and—” Natavi paused then folded her long legs Indian style.

Her right hand found the top of her left arm. Slowly she started to rub it up and down.

“Listen to me, Natavi. Monster really loves you…he’s in love with you. You told that man to go be with Emi just to make her think she had him until he was able to kill her and he stayed planted out here in Cali, refusing to go with that woman. He took the hard way instead of the easy route. You’re beautiful with a shape to die for! The baby really evened you out.” We both giggled.

“You know me out of all people don’t tell you what you want to hear. If I thought that he wasn’t the one for you, I would have been told you. Now, he is crazy, and when he stares people down, I get scared as hell. I remember the first time I saw Monster.” I paused and shook my head as I thought back to when Detavio first imposed his way into my life.

That day….

“I appreciate you having me, Angel. I really do. Talking about it makes me feel better…I miss him so much, it hurts. I just can’t believe he abruptly cut me off and ended things the way that he did… I’m still deeply in love with him.” Julie’s eyes drooped down to the table, her chinky eyes misted over.

What the fuck? I asked myself, getting annoyed with her automatically after her admission.

“Excuse me, did I hear you correctly?” I asked.

I frowned in her direction as I snatched my phone off the ring stand that recorded our entire conversation. Once the video stopped, I looked up at Julie with my lips turned up in disgust. Stupid bitch! She only did this interview to get that man attention!

“You heard her, very clearly, Angel.” A deep disturbing voice interrupted us from behind.

A voice that made me pause as the fine hairs on the back of my neck stood as if I had been electrocuted. I heard this voice in my nightmares, along with all the wet dreams I had at night. I was seeking out a therapist because I found it to be insane of me to dream about a man that I despised, a man that I never met but heard countless of stories on.

I looked into this man so much, on a day-to-day basis. So, I used my findings as an excuse to why I dreamed of him. The answer was, I was on a mission to get justice for the women he left traumatized. I wondered, how could a man so fine and perfect looking, cause so much hell on earth? The Devil was one of the best-looking Angels. Fooling people with his charm and looks! This man is no different.

He cleared his throat, but it sounded like a growl. Chills crept down my spine as my chest tightened. Could it really be him? That voice, I know it…

“Julie, my lawyer will be in touch with you soon. Excuse yourself, it’s my turn to interview with Angel.” His tone was dark and unsettling.

He was a wolf that was covered in sheep clothing. Every word was slow and deliberate, intended to intimidate anyone close enough to hear him speak. There was no warmth nor humanity in his voice. Only the sound of pure torture and him probably finding delight in just that. I wouldn’t fold, I’ve rehearsed us meeting a million times in my head and in my dreams.

I feared nothing…but now…I feared the actual fear that started to rise and settle inside of me. I should have been turned around to acknowledge him, but was I ready for that?

“I miss you, Detavio! This was the only way! Please! I’ll sign my entire soul away, just to – to be with you.” Julie pleaded, falling out of her seat only to collapse down to the ground.

Her shoulders hunched as she bowed her pathetic head. She placed her eyes to the ground and sobbed loudly, gaining the wrong kind of attention. That was it, I had to turn around to acknowledge him. There was no fucking way one man could cause this woman to embarrass herself like this. Before giving him my attention, I picked up my pen and started jotting notes down on my favorite pink notebook.

“Okay, he scares you, you have what they call Stockholm Syndrome, Julie. If you want me to help you, I can find you the best therapist out in Southern California.” I partially lied.

I was still looking for one myself, to express my concerns to from all of these crazy dreams I kept having. Right now, I was satisfied that I could busy myself from having to turn around so soon to lay eyes on… Him.

Things took a major turn when his huge silhouette loomed over me, casting a shadow that swallowed the sun’s lighting in front of me over the table. I could feel the heat of his anger through his strong presence. It was so overwhelming that it made the space that I was sitting in feel smaller. Looking up into his dark eyes, my breath got caught in my throat.

Julie’s sobs started to fade into the background as I got caught up in his perfection. Detavio Decebal stood in front of me like a force of nature. His skin was a deep rich chocolate that looked tasty as hell. His beard was thick and well-groomed, framed with a square jawline that had been chiseled by the gods themselves. He was beautiful with a rugged air of elegance. His full lips pulled into a sneer, as he flicked his strong and straight nose. My heart skipped a beat as his muscles flexed through the tight white button up shirt that he had on.

Without a word, he reached down, his large hand moved with swift precision. His massive hand closed around my notebook as his fingers curled tightly around the edges. He crumpled the papers effortlessly as he leaned down to lock eyes with me. My breathing froze, chills ran down my spine, no words left his mouth. His eyes locked with mine; the intensity of his stare made the air between us feel heavy.

There was this calm before a storm type of feeling that swam between us. I attempted to reach for my notebook, but it was snatched away as he stood up straight.

“You little pussy.” He smirked down at me like I was nothing but yesterday’s trash.

Did he just call me a pussy? I frowned as I played back what spilled out of his full succulent lips.

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