Page 59 of The Filth Kings II

“No, no, no, no, no. God!” I yelled out in a panic.

“You ain’t God.” Monster chuckled; his gold grill flashed in front of me as he snarled.

“You and him sure as fuck ain’t untouchable. Live the rest of your days somewhere far the fuck away from me and mines. Angel is the only reason why you’ll be able to see another day, for now. You have no company, no money. I believe that you’ll live in disbelief until the police come knocking to put you out of this house since you can no longer afford it. I figured giving you his body would be a gift and a curse all wrapped into one, muthafucka,” Monster stated as he hawked up spit and spat it right onto my face.

My chest felt like it was folding inward. Sharpness stabbed in the center of my chest as Monster walked toward the door without looking back. I fell backwards as I gasped like a fish ripped from water. My eyes found the box, tears slid down my cheeks for Impurity. My heart was gonna give out, I wanted it to stop beating just for him, so I could meet him in the afterlife.

“Impurity,” I gasped out before I struggled to take another breath.

Chapter28

Natavi

Damn my man looks good as hell.I couldn’t stop my pussy from clenching as he walked back toward our table. Monni wore a white linen pant suit that fit his tall broad frame like it had been tailored to perfection just for him. A thick gold Cuban chain gleamed at his throat, it glinted along with his gold teeth with each step that he took. His smooth chocolate skin was moisturized as his dark, warm and spicy cologne that was laced with amber, penetrated my nostrils.

We had spent the afternoon doing what I loved to do, shopping. I don’t think that I stopped smiling once since we dropped Neosyne off with my parents to spend quality time together. My parents still acted like they had a stick up their asses toward me but they loved their grandson, and it was very evident. They changed up their entire living room and even made their guest bedroom Neosyne’s space.

All day, people gawked at Monni and me. I knew I looked good with my white silk dress with a half split up my thigh. My dress stopped above my knees, and I had my hair slicked up into a high bun with baby hairs adorning my forehead. It felt like the world had finally opened its doors for me and Monni to dwell in again. My nails and feet was freshly done, it was a nice sunny day. Everything just felt right, even my Monni was more relaxed and at ease.

We ended up going to a steak house tucked into the corner of Hollywood. Monni sat down across from me, he immediately picked up his glass of cognac and took a sip.

“You good?” He asked, voice warm and smooth.

“Never been better.” I smiled then sat up to lean across the table.

“You didn’t go and kill anyone in the restroom, right?” I said above a whisper then sat back in my seat.

We both laughed at my inside joke. Monni knew I was referring back to when we first went out to the mall and he ended up killing Chedda’s bitch ass uncle.

“No, there’s no need to kill unless its James’ bitch ass.” His face tightened.

“Detavio plans on proposing to Angel on her birthday next week. He keeps asking me for advice and I told him just to do the shit.” Monni picked up his knife and fork to cut into his Tomahawk steak.

“Baby, you never give good advice. What all does he want to do for Angel to propose?” I asked him.

“I do give my brother’s good advice. He wants to throw a party for her. I don’t know shit about parties, Natavi.” He stuffed his mouth with the steak.

“I’ll call him tomorrow and help him plan it,” I stated excitedly.

Monni nodded his head and we fell into a comfortable silence. Monni didn’t talk much unless he needed to or if he sensed me wanting conversation. He didn’t have to verbally tell me that he felt just as good as me, being out and about together. He looked up at me five minutes after clearing his plate and smirked at me. The sharp curve of his mouth always made me feel like I was the only woman in this world to hold his heart next to mine…I was.

“I feel brand new.” I giggled.

“You actin’ brand new too.” He chuckled.

“Now what is that supposed to mean?” I frowned dramatically.

“You wore panties, Natavi. I haven’t tasted you since I made you go into early labor. The fuck did you put on panties for, when you know what’s coming tonight after the surprise I have waiting for you?” He asked me with a serious look on his face.

My heart thumped as I gasped out breathlessly.

“Why are you so loud, Monni.” I forced the words out trying to mask the moan that I almost let out.

“I never gave a fuck…but for you and my son I always will care. So tell me…Why the fuck you wear panties?”

I felt my skin flush all the way down to the seat of my panties. I sat back in my seat then boldly moved my dress up my thighs until I reached the band of the thong I had on. I lifted up and shimmied out of it right in front of him. His eyes never left mine, he offered a look of dominance as I fixed my dress then reached across the table to hand them to him.

Monni lifted my panties to his nose and took in a deep inhale. He tucked them into his pocket then reached back out to me. His thumb brushed over my knuckles and for a moment everything faded around me.

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