Page 7 of The Filth Kings II

“You trying to turn me into some one that I’m not familiar with, I don’t even understand what you mean,” I stated in an even tone. I didn’t want to grow angry, but this was farfetched.

I let my hands drop down to my sides and sighed roughly.

“Answer the fucking question! Don’t try to make this about me changing you. I accept and love the fuck out of you! I wash the blood off of your fucking hands! I ask you one question, and you deflect!” She sat up and snatched the comforter off of herself.

I couldn’t help but stare at her, get lost in her beauty and rage. My eyes dropped down to the curve of her swollen belly. I shook my head and took one step closer to the bed.

“You’re going to make me hurt your feelings, Natavi…I prefer not doing that. But, please…watch your fuckin’ tone and your conduct with me…especially while my child is inside of you. In the morning, I’ll take you to the family doctor to check on my baby because you’ve been doing too much.” I turned on my heels and stopped mid stride.

“If something happens to my baby…all because of your fucked up insecurities and hormonal changes, I’ll never forgive you but will still deal with you. Either you get the fuck up and come wash and clean me…or you lay back down and fall the fuck to sleep.”

She gasped as I heard her behind me moving around in the bed. Before she could even stomp her little ass my way, I slammed the bathroom door with my heart pounding in my chest. Natavi didn’t know how bad she was on the last thread of patience that I maintained just for her. Nobody ever tried me how she did, nor talk to me crazy without repercussions. I figured she asked me that stupid question because I refrained from fucking her.

My fear of harming her and causing her to go into early labor because of the size of my dick caused me to become cautious. I ate her pussy more than I ate regular meals and it still didn’t seem to be enough. Natavi needed some dick, and she also needed me home more often with her. It was hard to give her both at the moment, so I chose to deal with her crazy ass mood swings. It was all good in my eyes. I put myself in her shoes, and I didn’t blame her…Because if I were her, I wouldn’t trust a man like me either…but for different reasons.

The water scalded my skin as I let it burn and run over my shoulders, down to my back, washing away the sweat, blood, and filth of the night. I pressed my hands against the cold tile and bowed my head as the steam thickened around me. I told myself to breathe like Natavi did whenever she washed away my sins…I couldn’t let go and relax. Flashbacks crashed in waves as I thought back to the man that I tortured an hour ago.

The room inside of the warehouse was small and dim. It reeked of piss and fear. Finally, the tiny Asian man trembled in front of me, it was just him and I. He knew I demanded answers. I’d start cutting at his limbs until he told me. I forced myself to have patience…the other men that was brought to this room, I end up killing in seconds once they refused to talk. I had to find out something, too many attempts of stupid fuckas thinking they can follow me around town as if it wasn’t a threat to my life.

The man’s eyes darted between me and the dark corners of the warehouse, I guess he thought that someone was coming to save him. He should have known once I dragged him inside that there was no way out. He sat on the ground with two broken legs after my first attempt of asking him calmly for just a name. Instead of answering, he spat at my feet, so I made his bitch ass scream to the lord himself as I broke each leg with my hands.

“Are you ready to give that name?” I asked as I snatched him up off his feet and slammed him in the metal chair.

He wept lowly and shook his head no. I let my fists respond, my knuckles cracked against his ribs then his cheekbone. His breathing sounded ragged as I pulled a blade from my back pocket.

He broke….

“Tai!!!” He gasped with blood falling from his mouth.

“Tai!!! Thailand! He owns us!” He rushed out.

I smirked before the rage crept in. Tai… A name I whispered at night and despised as young boy. The sound of his name made my vision grow blurry. I looked down at the man in front of me and blocked out all of his begging. Just because he gave me a name…it wasn’t enough for me to let him live. I snapped his neck with one clean twist. No hesitation, no mercy.

I tried to blink my eyes and tell myself that shit would be good, but I knew very well that shit was about to get bad. If Tai was after me, then he wouldn’t stop sending his little messengers. Someone had told him about me in the states…but who? Jalissa and Impurity were dead, so who the fuck else could be out there talking to him? I had to go to him and put a stop to all of this once and for all.

After I bathed myself, I exhaled sharply then dragged a hand over my face as the shower pounded at my back. My jaw tightened as my fingers curled into fists. I couldn’t stop my own tears from falling… Tai was attached to a painful past that made me question myself as a man. He was attached to why no one could ever have any type of control or power over me till this day.

My body hummed with violence trapped inside of me. Tai, made a mistake coming for me…I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower with steam curling around me like smoke. The bathroom grew quiet as I heard my front door slam shut.

One thing after another… Natavi was going to make me lose my mind tonight and she would only have herself to blame for that. I skipped drying off, I quickly stomped in my room to grab a pair of boxers to cover myself up before seeing what the fuck Natavi was up to.

As soon as I reached the door, I slid my feet into my boots then walked out the front door. I stood on the porch and watched her barefoot ass on our lawn. Her night gown stretched over her swollen belly, as she gripped her phone in one hand with the flashlight pointed at the leather seats of my truck.

I couldn’t hold back the smile that stretched my lips. Pregnancy hormones was getting the best of Natavi. It had her out in the middle of the night hunting for evidence. She was looking for remnants of a woman who didn’t exist. I leaned against the porch railing with my arms crossed over my chest. I watched her go through the extra trouble of climbing on the ladder to fully get inside of the truck. I could see her squint her eyes and lean in closer like she’s looking for strands of hair against the seat. She even smelled the top and bottom of the seat.

I stepped off the porch to get a closer look; she’s furious, determined, and sexy as fuck. I couldn’t help but to admire Natavi. I closed the distance between us and stood behind her rummaging through my shit like she was the police. A low chuckle escaped me which cause her back to straighten. She turned around and glared at me with her nostrils flared. The light from her phone casted shadows over her face. Her eyes shined with fire.

“You think this shit is funny! You think it’s okay to play around with me like I won’t fuck you up!” She snapped loudly.

I shrugged and stepped a little closer, not getting close enough for her long claw looking nails to touch me. I admired her bluntness, she was bold as hell. Natavi knew she was in the wrong for talking to me so recklessly.

“I think this shit is real funny, considering the type of night I had before I got home to you…You out here playing detective, looking for something that isn’t there…how the fuck does that make you feel, Natavi?” I cocked my head to the side.

Her eyes welled up with tears and it moved me instantly. It didn’t matter how many times she cried a day; it affected me in some kind of way.

“You are so damn arrogant and cocky! You—you…” She took in a ragged breath as her tears escaped her eyes.

“I’m none of what you’re trying to accuse me of, Natavi.” I stepped closer, unable to keep the space between us.

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