Page 2 of The Filth Kings II

“Save him. If you die, I’ll never forgive you…If he dies and you’re still alive… I’ll kill you.” I could feel my eyes darken.

“I will,” she stated sadly.

Chapter2

Detavio

The glow of flickering streetlights barely reached the alley where we stood, swallowed in the dark like ghosts. That didn’t bother me one bit, not even the pungent smell that forced its way up my nose with each deep inhale I took. Monster stood over a man; his broad shoulders rose slightly as his rage spread across the dark alley.

Who the fuck sent you?I thought as I flicked the butt of my cigar. Shit never went smooth for me. I was currently in the midst of me being forced to step down from something that took me years to create. There was always something else lurking that would make me want to fuckin’ snap. This right here was small shit compared to all of the backlash that I received since Arkville went up in flames.

I didn’t need a bright light to see the anger in Monster’s eyes. The man at his feet groaned. He spat out blood onto the cracked pavement. He was small framed, his skin pale. He had been following us all day, I thought it was entertaining. I watched him through the mirror each time we hopped in Monster’s truck to go to the next destination. This idiot thought he was discreet following us five to six cars behind. It only enraged Monster, until he led him to an alley of no return.

“You thought we didn’t see you?” Monster’s voice was a deep growl, thick with the promise of pain.

He bent down and grabbed the man by his collar. He yanked him up midway then slammed him against the cold brick wall. The man gasped sharply as his head snapped back on impact. Blood from the back of his head smeared where it landed at. I folded my hands behind my back and stood still. I was present but battled with my mental state of mind since I was thinking about shit that I should have pushed far out of my mind.

The type of pain that Monster committed against people was enough to make the toughest man break. By now, he had enough of people fucking with us on the sly. He let no one get away with it, not even if a person eyed any of us wrong. Monster told me he felt a storm coming our way. I didn’t take heed to it because I was already living in a self-chaotic storm. Right now, I craved the bottle of special cognac with my initials engraved on the glass…It called my name!

Besides… It took a lot to get me out of my calm state of mind. To me, I was warming up. I knew someone was after me, but who? The media ripped me to shreds. The first woman that I felt something for folded on me. I didn’t blame her for it.

I figured she wouldn’t last. Since the beginning of time, Angel picked a side. I accepted the side she chose and decided to let her be…for now. She had to know somewhere deep down inside in her little confused brain, that I would never leave her alone fully. She belonged to me. If she wanted the number of bodies on her conscious for being such a selfish, stupid bitch, then that was on her. Monster and I killed for fun at times; it came naturally. She could fuck around and find out for all I gave a fuck. This was nothing but a head start to all the madness that she was trying to bury me in.

Angel had no right to turn on me. I felt like a sucker. It seemed like I lived up to the name that I called her on a day-to-day basis…Pussy!I wanted her so bad, I did the very thing I never did in most situations… Listen, so that I could please her. I had grown addicted to the angelic smile that would cause her eyes to turn upright. Angel loved gifts and compliments; I didn’t know shit about that. Yet and still, I had Maylee show and teach me some of everything so that I could make her ungrateful ass happy.

I went so far with it the last month she was with me to the point of me training myself to not need a release as much, since Angel didn’t want the women servicing me all of the time. I was a fucking fool, and as much as I hated it, Impurity’s words came crawling through my mind then ripped me into shreds in the process.

“Feel nothing.” His voice was cold and raspy.

“I told you, boy. Empathy is nothing but weakness, a trap! Motherfuckers will use it against you, drain you, then break you. Don’t give them that power or you will forever be the next person’s toy. They’ll play with you while you’re shiny and new. When you get old and rusty, they’ll toss you to the side. Like trash,” he gritted.

He stepped further into my room. He stopped when he was about four inches away then cracked his neck from side to side.

“Jalissa is a prime example. She was my fuck up, a mistake that I showed empathy to. I should have learned from my father’s fuck up. Before my mother came along, he used women for the only thing they were good for... Good pussy and to procreate to fill up this shitty world with more people.” He chuckled dryly.

His steel toe boots stomped toward the chaise that was in the corner of my room. He pulled out his tobacco baggie then tossed a handful in his mouth before he continued to talk.

“My mother is the reason why her and my father are dead. She was a whore, just like Jalissa. My mother was a strong and selfish woman. Her characteristics were masculine. She fought with my father and helped him run Arkville with the same cold bitterness as him. She slept around a lot; my father didn’t know much about it, but when I found out through all the hidden handwritten letters that she kept in the basement...” He paused then spit out a gob of spit right on my marble floor.

“Di-did you tell him?” I asked.

“No, my father was cold. He treated everyone like they weren’t worth the dirt beneath the bottom of his boots. I started to hate my mother the day I found the letters. I didn’t understand how she had a man to love her inside out, all for her to betray him. He lucked up, if you ask me… She was the only person that he had ever showed emotion and love to. If I told my father, he would have killed her and me. He loved her more than me. He hardly ever recognized me as his son. He only acknowledged me for her approval. ‘Til this day, I’m not sure who murdered both of my parents, but my gut tells me every time I think about it… that it was her secret lover. The handwritten letters showed that he was in love with her deeply, he begged for her to leave my father and to run off into the sunset with him.” Impurity stopped talking for a couple of seconds.

He looked to be lost in his own painful memories. I saw raw emotions written on his face that I never seen before.

“Jalissa was nothing when I met her, just a shell with her beauty leading the way for her. She wasn’t supposed to be more than just a solid fuck for me. I never wanted kids, but I fell for her and tried to grant her wishes, even if it wasn’t fully fulfilled. I did my best because she was supposed to love me.” He munched hard on his tobacco leaves through each pained word he spoke to me.

“I was wrong, so now I’m sitting here to give you this little bit of advice, Detavio… You don’t need love. It’s just a chain, and a shackle that will hold you down then fuck up whatever vision that you have for yourself that keeps you going.” He stood up then spat out dark gooey spit again.

“Without Mercy…” He walked to the window and pointed out of it as a gesture.

“Without hesitation… Out in the world, they’ll laugh at your pain, they’ll mock you, all because you let love take ahold of you. I don’t know how to raise any kid, but what I’m telling you now is worth holding on to. I won’t trust a soul ever again with my heart, and I’d never show empathy, not even to you. I only kept you because I see so much potential in you to carry on the Decebal name when I am no longer here. If you have any emotion, you keep it to yourself and bury it. As long as you are here, on my land, you will stand tall. You will never show a soul your weaknesses. I mean it, boy!” He pointed his black ink covered finger my way.

“You and I are more alike, and the older you get, the more you will see. You’ll feel it more as you grow. The Temptation… He’ll come for you, like he did for me; he comes for all of us… and when he does, you’ll know that you belong to him. You’ll give in after a while, too, because you will see how cursed and dark you are since God himself never lends a hand to help you out of the dark pit your stuck inside of. You know who he is…it’s what you think of me…” He chuckled dryly.

His words ate away at my mind like parasites.

I blinked my misted over eyes and shook my head roughly to rid myself of the raw, painful emotions that started to rise inside. I felt love with Angel. I hated that I felt that, so now I yearned for it although it felt like it would be a part of my demise. I didn’t give a fuck how deranged or possessed I appeared to be to her or anybody else, for that matter. She had a chance to walk free and stay clear of me. She went with what her body wanted and decided to entertain me. She lied to me like the little pussy she was, just to get what she would always want. When shit got to be too much like the media and the news depicting me to be just like Impurity, she fled and told me that it was all too much for her.

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