Page 53 of The Filth Kings II

“I saw a little bit of me inside of you, so I taught you the way! None of us in life ever get a fair chance! You mutha fuckers?—”

“Enough! Kill him!” Monster roared.

My hand went stiff then started to tremble. Impurity sat calmly in his leather chair like he hadn’t bled half the world for his own personal gain. It was clear he had no regret; his arrogance was loud. His mouth curled into that sickening half-smile.

“Do it or I will.” Monster stepped behind me. I could hear Octavio’s rugged breaths as he stepped from the shadows to stand next to me.

I clenched my jaw, my breath got stuck in my chest. Impurity’s eyes stayed locked with mine. It felt like I was looking in the mirror for a split second. Impurity broke me out of the trance when he laughed, it was very calculated.

“I didn’t think you was as soft as the reject standing next to you. I should have let Jalissa take you with Octavio’s bitch ass! You disappoint me, boy!” Impurity spat as he crossed his legs.

A single tear slipped down my cheek, as rage and pain consumed me.

“Look at you…” He sneered.

“Crying like a bitch with a loaded fuckin’ gun! Power doesn’t cry, nor does it hesitate! People are tools, and you’re too weak to use them!”

“Shut up!” I said, hating the way that my voice cracked.

“You can do it,” Octavio whispered softly.

“Do it for all of us.” He continued.

Monster remained silent but I felt his willpower as support behind me.

“You are not a killer…you out here begging for love, want to still be held since Jalissa never did it. I told you, love makes you breakable!” Impurity chuckled out dryly.

“PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER!” Monster’s voice rang so loudly in my ears that I screamed a deep and guttural scream as I dropped the gun and closed the space between Impurity and I.

My hands lunged forward as they wrapped around his throat. I squeezed tightly until his skin folded under my grip. I felt his pulse slam against the pads of my thumbs like a second heartbeat that I was determined to erase. His eyes bulged, as his smirk died slowly.

“You stole my got damn life and filled it with blood, taught me that pain was power…here it is! This is what the fuck you wanted!” I spat as my spit flew all over his face.

I squeezed harder than leaned in so close until I could smell the faint smell of whiskey on his dying breath.

“I’m gonna gain peace when you die, Impurity. I should have killed you years ago,” I gritted out as his nails started to claw at my arms then weakened.

I watched the light fade in his eyes as he choked out one last word.

“Good…” His body slumped in my grip like all the weight of his wickedness had finally let go.

I panted as everything inside of me went numb. Monster stepped to the side of me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“He’s dead,” he muttered.

I still didn’t feel peace, just silence and the ringing of his voice in my head. I lunged forward again and snapped his neck from left to right then watched it slump over like a rag doll. I offered his corpse a small smile. This is what it meant to take back power. A bullet wouldn’t be able to give me this type of satisfaction, but my bare hands did.

Chapter26

Angel

Two weeks later

“Iswear I don’t know how you do it…” Natavi shook her head as she picked up another stack of pictures and passed them to me.

“Do what?” My brows raised as I eyed the first picture in my hand.

“Share your man…I thought I lost Monni when that Emi bitch came back from the dead,” she admitted.

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