Page 5 of Thicker Than Blood

My father was a disgrace to everything Greek. Family was above all and he betrayed our family,myfamily and Amari would suffer because the old man was dead.

Blood be damned.

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By the time I got home most of my anger had dispersed after dissecting our encounter and realising how scared the little bitch had been. I knew what her answer would be and I was intent on making her my human dog.

Egó katoikídio skýla. My pet bitch.

Her new name would be simple. Skýla or Bitch.

I would break her down until she was a brainless enslaved bitch before I moved on to her mother. My mother would be protected at all costs, she would never find out about his deceit and I would decimate the Jensons into silence.

I slipped my jacket off to pull out my phone to text her.

Me:This is my number, save it. Stefanos.

Skýla:I will do as you ask but please leave my family alone.

A slow smile spread across my face at her immediate response. Well, well, well, the results were better than I’d expected.

Me:A car will come to pick you up in two hours. Pack an overnight bag.

I went upstairs to the spare bedroom and opened up the closet to pick out her first bitch outfit. The anticipation of seeing her kneeling before me as my pet was too great a temptation.

The long curved black dog tail was my favourite anal plug. It was made from silicone and the plug was slim but at least five inches long. The black leather gimp mask was shaped with a snout and long ears.

I grinned, lifting the heavy black leather and steel leash with the leather collar attached. The metal studs and spikes complemented the leash. There were various paws and knee pads, but I picked out the strapped knee pads that were crafted to keep the legs bound together in a kneeling position. From the drawer, I picked out the black nipple clamps, and they came with one black bell dangling from each of them. These painful looking clamps would make my little bitch howl.

I tossed everything on the bed before rearranging my hardening dick.

For the first time since the funeral, I felt something other than grief, rage or betrayal. All three emotions that had been eating my insides. There was only one focus left now.

The fulfilment of my revenge.

Chapter 4

Amari

I stared at my phone in horror, too afraid to reply back. He was an evil soulless man, but why would he want me to bring an overnight bag? The phone fell out of my hand, and I stared at it before I wracked my brain. I wondered what I would tell my mother. After taking several deep breaths, I could say to her that I would stay over at Tara’s house for the night.

His words hit me again. The bastard, the whore and the good digger. I cringed at him calling my sister a bastard. He was the bastard, not by birth but by nature. Alcina was innocent in all this. What kind of a monster would drag a child into his bloody revenge?

I will likely find out shortly.

My head began to throb and I rubbed my fingers over my forehead, digging my fingers in to massage the dull ache away. The sickening feel in my belly continued to grow, anxiety eating away at me as I looked around my bedroom. He was a billionaire now that Christos was gone. There was nothing he couldn't have in life but he chose to focus his petty revenge on me and my family.

Whatever he planned for me I knew it would be as despicable as him. Stefanos Karalis was nothing more than a monster disguised as a human. If there were demons or devils on Earth, he was among them.

I swallowed thinking of my grieving mother and innocent little sister. I doted on my sister from the day she was born. I would do whatever it took to protect my baby girl. A tear trickled down my cheek and I wiped it away as determination forged through me. I clenched my jaw so tight that my gums ached at how hard I ground my teeth together.

The monster would not see my weakness.

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My bravado didn't last, I sat in the back of the car looking out of the tinted glass. The silence was filled with heavy tension and dread. The unsmiling driver had taken my bag and placed it into the boot of the car, leaving my hands free to fret. There was a partition in the care and I was glad because I could contemplate my doom in solitude. I fidgeted with my phone, but we hadn't messaged one another since his last text.

I almost vomited when the driver turned into a small road that led to a massive iron gate. He probably had a million properties all around the world. I gaped at the old sandstone building. It had likely been an aristocrat’s grand mansion at some point in time. We never saw this side of Christos’s life, but knowing how wealthy the Karalis family were was daunting.

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