Page 12 of The Filth Kings II

A low sob escaped my mouth as his right hand found the band of my leggings. Detavio pushed his hand inside of my leggings, and in seconds, my panties were to the side. His cold fingers ran up and down my wet folds. My breath hitched as shamed curled in my chest. Detavio’s cold fingers pinched my clit as he used his free hand to force me to look up into his pained eyes.

“You wanted to break me, Angel. It’s working, I’m going insane…that’s never a good thing. Once you break me all the way…things will go bad,” he gritted out painfully.

It broke me apart seeing his eyes mist over. He blinked them roughly and they turned back dark. There were so many things left unsaid, so many things that was all on me which made the position we were now in my fault.

“I—I’m sorry…I miss you.” I choked out. I wanted to say more, I needed to warn him, but mentally, I checked out a while ago.

I was on the verge of cumming and breaking down in front of him. Detavio snatched his hand out of my pants and didn’t bother to steady me in front of him as I struggled to keep my balance.

“Stay the fuck away from me, before I win the game again. You don’t get to be happy. You killed my baby and turned your back on me. All the men in the world will never replace me. You’ll end up being the accomplice to their lives being ended if you keep fucking around. Men or women… Pussy.” He took steps backward.

My heart lurched because we both knew that there was never a game. Just an endless pull between us…an ache that neither of us could outrun, even if we tried. I watched him walk away with his men following close behind him. I wanted to run after him…make everything right but there was no point. My mind went back to when everything turned rotten for Detavio and I…

“I want you to stay away from Detavio, Angel.” My father stated across from me.

I refused to look at him, lately I found that hard to do. So, I gave my mother my eyes, instead of her looking at me…she looked at my father.

“I’m pregnant…I can’t—I love him,” I admitted out loud.

I couldn’t believe my own words, but once I spoke it out loud, I knew it to be true. I had fallen in love heart first with Detavio. The same man that held me captive in a room for weeks. I abandoned a house that I still paid mortgage on just to be in his space every day. Beside the explosive sex that him and I continued to have, we talked and listened to each other; the bond and chemistry between us was raw.

Detavio was a different man around me, I enjoyed teaching him how to love me properly. I saw him pay attention to the small things when it came to me, and it stood out the most.

“I can’t believe you grew up to be such a dumb ass bitch!” My father spat out coldly.

“James—” My mom gasped hard.

“Shut up!” He snapped as he cut her off.

He stunned and chilled me to the bone. My eyes left my mom’s side profile to lock eyes with my father. The more interaction that I had with my parents, the more and more I started to dislike them as a whole. The clatter of his silverware against mom’s fine China plate was the only sound in the room.

“You’ll get rid of it,” he stated calmly as he folded his hands over the table like he was delivering me his final verdict.

“And…You will never see him again,” he gritted out.

“I’m not doing neither.” I managed to get the words out before biting into my inner cheek. Why the hell did I even bother wasting time to come to a family dinner? The distance that I created between my parents and I ever since Arkville went up in flames was needed. I still hadn’t looked at them the same, it was hard to get over all the lies and fakeness.

I wanted to say some fucked up shit to my dad and my mom. The dad who raised me was not the same dad looking me dead in my eyes calling me a bitch. I decided to keep it cute and respect my parents, although they didn’t deserve any of my respect. It was insane to me how I grew up in love with the way they raised me. Only for me to grow up and despise them, their characteristics was flaw as fuck. I couldn’t view my mom as a real woman now because all she did was be weak for my father.

I grabbed the stem of my glass cup and took a sip of water, wishing for it to be something stronger. I thought about launching my glass at the center of his egg-shaped bald head but knew that disrespect wasn’t inside of me. I glanced over at my mom and shook my head in disgust. She mastered the art of vanishing in plain sight when shit got to be too much for her. Her silence to my father’s bullshit meant nothing but submission to her.

I wasn’t her… I would never be her. I sat my glass down carefully and deliberately. I was about to leave…they probably wouldn’t see me for a very long time. I was so over this shit.

“You got me fucked up, if you think that I will ever do anything that you say. I’m not her—” I pointed my finger at my mom, yet still…she didn’t bother to look up at me.

“You can be her.” A deep raspy voice from the shadows of my parent’s diner room entrance echoed.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I found it almost impossible to breathe.

“James…it seems as though she’ll be a problem for all of us. You know…how I fix problems for myself.” The raspy deep voice stated slowly.

He still hadn’t appeared in plain sight yet.

“She won’t be a problem, Impurity—” I cut my father off by gasping loudly.

My eyes grew wild as they darted around the room in a panic. This can’t be…Impurity is dead! They reported him dead, they discovered his bones…

“James, please! All of this is new for her…” My mom pleaded but quieted down once the sound of wheels creaking entered our so-called sacred place of dining.

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