Page 11 of The Filth Kings II

His eyes misted over momentarily, he blinked away the mist and continued to talk after he cleared his throat.

“You should do skin to skin with lil man…don’t take too long though, because I want to hold my nephew. I got sober for this, and I think I’ll stay sober for a while just for lil man.” Detavio chuckled.

All three of them laughed lowly together until Neosyne started to squirm inside of his bassinet. All of them stiffened and went silent as they stared at the baby in awe.

“I’ll be outside to take a smoke break. While I’m down there, I’ll bring the clean shirts for us to change in for Octavio and I.” Detavio patted Monni’s back at the end of his statement.

“Thank you, Natavi,” Detavio said to me with a smile that looked like a sneer.

I smiled warmly back at him and thought about how much my man paid attention to the small things. I mentioned to Monni a month ago about washing white shirts in Dreft. It was only to ensure when family visited our baby they’d have clean fresh shirts on against his sensitive skin. I didn’t have the time to get clean shirts, but apparently Monni did it already for me.

Detavio turned on the balls of his feet and froze for a couple of seconds. My eyes went to the doorway and Angel stood there…her light brown complexion turned a shade of red as she tucked in her bottom lip. She clutched the teddy bear and balloons tightly as she cautiously directed her eyes nervously toward me.

Her and Detavio had a lot of unresolved issues that I refused to get in the middle of. I felt sorry for the both of them, it was very obvious that both of them were suffering being away from each other. Detavio’s eyes followed her as she walked. He chuckled menacingly, shook his head, then walked out of the room.

Chapter6

Angel

Istepped out of the hospital with my heart beating wild inside of my chest. It’s been months since I saw Detavio. Those same raw feelings that I battled with every single day came rushing back in full effect when I stood outside of Natavi’s room listening to everything Detavio said. It crushed me, this was supposed to be a happy rejoiceful day for all of us. Right now, I wanted to crawl under the ground and hide while I cried my heart out.

The crisp night air hit my damp cheeks, cooling the warmth of my tears that I fought back in front of Natavi. Her and Monster’s baby was beyond perfect. I couldn’t take him all the way in like I wanted to because my emotions were worn down, so was my brain. My God-baby was a miracle, I felt it when his soft little fingers curled around mine like he already knew me and loved me.

The weight of everything pressed against my chest as I picked up my feet in search of my car. I swallowed down a sob that crept up my throat as I continued to search through tear-filled eyes. My heels clicked against the pavement, my heart felt too full and broken to make another step.

But then—I smelled him, felt his presence before making eye contact with him. Detavio leaned against his Maybach with two burly guards standing in front of him while he puffed casually on a cigar. Per usual, his left hand was tucked inside of his black slacks with one foot crossed over the other. His cognac, smooth skin still looked flawless, and his deep waves still looked the same from the last time I ran my fingers through them.

My breath hitched; I parted my lips instinctively to say something—I couldn’t speak. I felt the hate that radiated off of him in waves, it was thick and almost suffocating. His black eyes were sharp and hollowed out by something that I felt deep inside of my bones. I attempted to take a step forward, but stopped when I heard him chuckle evilly.

“You kill my baby, then come to see the life of another being born.” He clicked his teeth and grilled me.

“Still the same Pussy that I met damn near a year ago.” He chuckled dryly.

I wanted to curse him out, but didn’t have the guts to. I deserved whatever hateful words he had to say to me. I wanted to teach myself to hate him now because later, when everything came out and he took my deceitful father away from me…I wouldn’t be able to sleep in the same bed as him, let alone allow him to touch me.

“Good to see you…Tavio?—”

“De-tavio. That’s my fucking name, Angel… to you, you can call me Mr. Decebal.” He spat out coldly.

“O-kay,” I said lowly, unable to move.

I didn’t know if it was the night wind or the weight of regret that caused me to shiver. I gripped my coat tighter around me as my pulse pounded in my throat as I watched every muscle in his body grow rigid. His jaws clenched tightly as if he was holding back from saying something more to me.

“You chose the wrong side, Angel. You better hope that the side you chose was the right one.” Detavio stood up straight and flicked his cigar my way.

I looked down at the burning cigar for a couple of seconds too long. When I flicked my eyes up, Detavio was standing directly in front of me. His eyes burned as they raked over me slowly. I missed him so badly that I couldn’t stop my tears from falling in front of him. I wanted to explain my position and make him understand that I was still in love with him.

It wasn’t fair that he broke me down to this, yet it wasn’t fair that I made him react this way either. None of it made sense, but I had to choose my family, right or wrong. He stepped closer, like the months we spent apart meant nothing to him.

“I hate you.” He breathed me in sharply.

My body became alive as his rough fingertips trailed down my arms until his hands gripped my waist. My body betrayed me before my mind and heart went with it. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head from side to side.

“I know…I can’t give in, Detavio…you don’t understand.” I slowly opened my eyes and dropped them to the concrete.

A dry laugh left his thick lips as his hands tightened on my waist.

“Can’t? How is that when you’re already broken? I did that…not your fuckin’ father. I broke you! All of the shattered pieces to you are now inside of me! Fucking me up, Angel!” He yelled as he looked down at me.

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