Page 51 of The Filth Kings II

“Decebal men don’t cry! You will fill my shoes soon, there’s no room to feel feelings that can make you weak!” He said the words and meant them.

He dropped his fists and turned toward my mother. He took deliberate steps toward her, causing my stomach to flip inside out. I prayed that he didn’t hurt her, he always aimed to crush her and that’s what made her turn to drugs and get drunk until she passed out.

“You want our boys, huh? Well, you can have and take Octavio. He’ll be a man lover before a woman lover. I see it in his walk.” My father chuckled.

“He’s only five years old! You don’t know that! Octavio is my baby, he’s pure and not evil like you and Detavio! You already sold one of my babies, he—he was beautiful and you—” She dropped her head in defeat; the guards held her body up, not letting her drop to the ground.

My heart stalled as I digested her words. Mom thought I was evil, maybe I was? I didn’t know who the fuck I was to be honest. I was sick of being controlled and confused by Impurity’s actions. None of what he did made sense to me, but since I was just a boy, I had no choice but to go along with everything.

“Listen, bitch, you either take Octavio or I’ll give him to someone else for a good penny. In Thailand, they’ll love his sweet ass. Our first-born son gave us a fortune when I got rid of him. Detavio is the only good kid your battered womb could produce! Our first born was burned to a crisp when he came out of that foul pussy of yours! Octavio is as sweet as candy! The only kid I love is Detavio! He's handsome and looks just like me,” My father stated proudly.

I loved my brothers, even the one that I never got to meet, but hearing my father state how he loves me took away the sting of my mother basically saying that she hated me. My heart iced over just like his when that statement left her dry, cracked lips. Mom didn’t deserve my love since she refused to even give me a chance to prove that I could be different and not like my father.

“Yes, I’ll take Octavio. I need money, Impurity, please.” This time when she talked, her words didn’t sound broken. She was less hurt, satisfied that she’d at least get her baby boy Octavio.

“You’ll be banned from Arkville. Never to return again. If you step foot anywhere near my jurisdiction, I’ll have your most sacred body parts chopped off and spread over your parent’s grave.” My father turned his back; he paused when another thought crossed his mind.

“I wouldn’t spread your organs; I’ll save them to put on ice and sell them. At least then, I’ll make a profit off of you. Maybe, I could sell you to one of my associates out in Thailand; you and Octavio. That would be good money, plus you would need to thank me for allowing you to reunite with that other boy I sold…Decisions, decisions,” he countered.

My father paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. He made reckless decisions whenever he paced.

I couldn’t believe that this was really happening. The gruesome process would began soon. I waited a couple of seconds to be sure I was seeing and hearing everything correctly. My father nodded to his guards as they released my mother abruptly. She crashed onto the marble floor then took in a deep breath. Crawling over to where I sat on the floor, my father cleared his throat, stopping her mid-crawl.

“I—I just want a word with Detavio before you hurt me and Octavio.” She talked above a whisper.

“I don’t want a word with you, you’re not my mom anymore,” I seethed through angry tears.

“Detavio, I love you! No matter how bad Impurity paints me out to be! I love you!” She cried out.

“Fuck you!” I yelled with all of the strength that I had inside of my weak body.

“Yes, son, fuck her! Never allow yourself to get weak over a worthless woman. I’m all you need to teach you how to become a man.” His words were directed to me, but he looked down at my mom, taunting her with his words.

“Julius, my cane.” He called out to his most trusted guard.

Julius moved with the speed of lightning attached to him in order to hand my father his diamond encrusted cane. Snatching the cane out of Julius’s hand, he raised it midair, licking his dry lips with a devious smile.

“Jalissa will return to the same city I found her in as a vagrant beautiful prostitute. She will be stripped of my last name, including that bastard boy upstairs. I want you to take her to the dungeon and scrape the back of her neck clean until the meat shows. That’ll serve as a reminder for who she’s fuckin’ with if she ever decides to step foot in Arkville again,” my father demanded, looking into Julius’ eyes.

“What about the boy, Mr. Decebal? What would you like us to do to Octavio?”

“Nothing, except let him watch his mother get skinned. He’s so soft, that it’ll be enough reminder for him to stay the fuck away.”

Chapter25

Detavio

Ithought letting Monster kill him first was giving him a chance to die with dignity because I couldn’t muster up the courage. Some sick soft part of me still held on to the lie that maybe he was all I had when my brothers was here with me. Impurity and Jalissa tried to rob us all blind of any chance at normalcy. They didn’t want to see us with a real family, there was never safety or softness. They poisoned us, ruined whatever good that we was born with.

So now, I was going to give him what he gave everyone else. Pain. I would be a storm coming to wipe him away. I released the dirt with the last bit of my tears and got back inside of the truck. I appreciated the silence from Monster and Octavio, it was like a silent understanding of what I had to do before proceeding forward. I had them, and they had me. I had Angel and now Maylee.

Angel promised to never leave my side again and that was all that mattered. A couple of days ago, I admitted to Maylee how I truly felt. I no longer wanted to mislead her. Although the three of us got caught up in the moment of being vulnerable from Maylee pouring her heart out, I just didn’t see us all in a three-way relationship without being unfair to Maylee. I was in love with Angel. I already had a custom-made wedding ring made for her to become my wife.

Angel liked being with women and she didn’t mind them servicing me and sometimes joining in on it. I cared for Maylee as a friend, I wouldn’t treat her the way that I treated Angel. She did not feel like her, nor did we share the same deep-rooted connection that I felt with Angel. That was the bottom line. I needed to release at least three times a day in order to not be in horrific pain from the buildup.

Most of the time, Angel could fulfill most days. I wanted Angel, and only Angel, that’s who I got the most pleasure from. It wasn’t just sex with Angel but being in her space, hearing her talk. I loved watching her work the blogs, then laying in the bed showing me peoples’ reactions. Angel made me feel normal, wanted, and loved.

Nothing was normal with the way things were in my immediate family that I did have but I accepted it…I loved it. No one had to understand but us.

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