Page 6 of The Filth Kings II

I found it stuck to my driver’s side window when I left ‘Forbidden Fruit’ headquarters. The other one was taped to my locker at my private gym two weeks ago. A month ago, another letter was tucked between my windshield wipers. Each time, I found letters in a different place. Whoever it was, wanted me to know that they were close enough to see me and watch me for however long.

Someone was obsessed with me, they craved me, and I was a hundred percent sure that it was a woman that I once had relations with. I didn’t think it was important for me to inform my brothers because, in my eyes, it was harmless when it probably wasn’t. It intrigued me to no return, and maybe that was the twisted side of me.

“Women.”

I jumped at the sound of Monster’s deep voice behind me. I turned around to face him. His complexion was as dark as night, he chuckled dryly then flicked his cigarette.

“She okay?” I asked.

I crumpled the note and shoved it down into my pocket. Monster opened his mouth to talk but stopped when he heard muffled noises that came from his trunk that was parked on his perfectly manicured lawn.

“She’ll be okay. I’ll ask her doctor about all of her mood swings. For now, I’ll take care of her when I get back home. As you can hear, I have important things to wrap up.” He smirked evilly.

His gold grill looked like it was freshly shined to perfection.

“Why do you kill, Monster?” I blurted out before I could stop myself from prying into his personal business.

“Form of therapy, I guess.” He shrugged.

Moments of silence shifted between the two of us. He tucked his hands into his pockets and locked eyes with me.

“You can’t sweat the little things that you discover between Detavio and I. You’re well protected,” he stated clearly.

The sounds of someone kicking from his trunk caused my eyes to shift.

“Therapy…” My words trailed off.

“You ever felt like there was something inside of you that you can’t let out? Like a weight that presses down in your chest when you lay down at night…there’s always a noise in my head that I can’t silence until the next kill. Once I kill, that noise shuts the fuck up for a few days until it returns. Anyone that dies by my hands deserves it,” he spoke with conviction.

“In your eyes you feel like they deserve it?” I asked for clarity.

“Yes, only in my eyes they deserve it,” he retorted.

Silence stretched between us; it was thick and suffocating once again. His way of thinking was sick, and he needed help. I knew that it wasn’t how the world worked. I also understood that beneath his years of pain, rage, and the things he refused to talk about, ate away at him silently.

The worst part about it all, was somewhere deep down inside…I knew that Monster would never change. People around him had a choice…embrace him for who he was or don’t be around him at all.

Chapter4

Monster

What the fuck am I doing wrong?I asked myself over and over as I stood at the edge of my bed looking down at Natavi. The only time she looked to have no worries was when she was like this. Her breathing was slow with heavy snores. I eyed her plump lips that were slightly parted. Natavi’s face was stained with dry tears that made my heart double in speed.

She was fragile, so I tried not to upset her. I let her do the yelling when I hated it for her as well as our baby growing in her stomach. Natavi knew that she couldn’t control me from the beginning. I asked her, whenever her mood seemed to shift, what was wrong, and she hardly stated the problem. I never tried to figure a person out, but with Natavi, I always gave it the best that I had, and it seemed like she wasn’t realizing that.

In her outburst at dinner earlier she had stated that I was leaving again as if that was a problem. I always left and made sure to come back. Weeks ago, she mentioned me never planning anything romantic for the two of us. She complained how she was the only one who planned shit. Natavi wanted to travel and do all of these things that I felt wasn’t the time yet, due to her preeclampsia pregnancy; she was high risk and told by the doctor that she needed to be on bed rest. I didn’t want her designing homes, strutting around in high heels. To me, that was a risk on our unborn.

It seemed like every time I stepped forward thinking that I was doing the right thing by her, it was wrong in her eyes. I refused to give up, although most days I felt like she was trying to break me into someone I didn’t recognize. The one thing that I disliked is how Natavi made me feel more. Even when it was time to kill, it felt different. I thought about her, like she had become my second conscience.

I never burdened her with my past and the things that I struggled with today. Right now, I had bigger problems that I hadn’t brought forth to my brother’s. Someone was gunning for me, I didn’t know who but each time they came after me, I tortured them and yet none of the men I had tortured spoke a word about who sent them.

I had upped security on Detavio and Octavio. Natavi didn’t know that I added twenty-four security on our home. Before she came into my life, I never had security attached to me. Now, I felt like I needed an extra set of eyes and I still loss a lot of sleep, too paranoid to close my eyes.

“Are you cheating on me, Monni?” Natavi asked in a groggy tone.

I took a step away from the bed and chuckled in disbelief. I only wanted her, why the fuck did she let her mental take her to that line of questioning? I eyed her for seconds, studying her burning brown eyes that cut through me like she knew something. Her face was balled up in confusion and hurt like she witnessed me actually do what she asked.

My body tensed, not because I felt guilty but because of the audacity of the accusation. Since Natavi came into my life, I haven’t thought about another female. The idea of betraying or touching anyone else, was unthinkable. The thought of another female getting this dick disgusted me.

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