Page 15 of The Lost Kings
My eyes narrowed as I took in my dad’s dark hair, which wasn’t styled and had pieces falling over his dark brows and nearly cutting into his amber eyes that matched mine.
He had a sneer on his face as he stared down at the man in the chair, and his fists…they were dripping with blood.
It made me focus on the man in the chair, seeing that he was also bleeding. His lip was busted, his eye was black, and his cheek was cut. With his head drooping, he looked like he could barely sit up.
“For someone who keeps begging to keep his life, you sure are making this extremely difficult.” Kyle joked with a smile slipping up on his face like this was funny. His smile was different though from when he was around us…cruel and almost evil.
Scotty stood at the back of the wall, one of his dogs next to him, alert and watching the man in the chair. He looked like Presley and Carter in a way, with dark hair and fair skin. I didn’t particularly care for the way he went so hard with training Presley; I knew he would never hurt her, but he was always so intense it made me a little afraid of him.
My stomach dropped as my dad pulled his arm back and slammed his fist into the man’s face again. He groaned and spit out a blob of blood. “Please, I’m begging you. I have children. Don’t you have kids…can’t you understand?”
Tears started in the corners of my eyes as I watched my dad laugh, and then Kyle pulled out a knife. “We don’t have kids, Frank. Not a single one, but something tells me yours would be better off without you.”
“I didn’t know she was that young—” The man choked on his blood, while tears streamed down his face.
“You stepped foot into my community, Frank. El Peligro had no choice,” my dad said, grabbing the guy’s jaw.
Kyle inspected his nails. “Honestly, even if you hadn’t, your connection to the Yullivi family is a complication.”
“I can—I can tell you who I’m working for. I know I messed up. I won’t ever go near?—”
“No, we’ll send your body as a message to your boss. That’s really all the use we have left for you,” Kyle said lazily.
There was a thickness in my throat, making it difficult to swallow. What was I seeing? Why was my dad and Presley’s like this…why were they the bad guys?
“I’m begging you.” The man screamed, which made me flinch.
“Scotty, I think we’ll let Reaper have fun with him.”
Reaper’s sleek black fur gleamed near the lamp light as his head tilted toward the man in the chair.
Scotty quickly muttered something in a different language and Reaper lunged. Within seconds, blood sprayed everywhere as the dog dug into the man’s throat.
My stomach tilted and I vomited.
I had no idea if anyone saw me, but I had to get out. I scrambled back and fell to my butt before turning on all fours and running toward the door. The second I was out of his office, I threw up again.
Then I ran and kept running. I just kept going until I got to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me.
“Kingston?”I heard Presley’s soft voice from the door and turned over on my side.
She knocked again.
“King-ston?”
I hated when she drew my name out like that, as if it were a song or something.
I didn’t want to see her, or anyone. “What?!” I yelled over my shoulder.
The door pushed open, and I could hear her bare feet gently slap against the floor, and then something warm was being pushed against my face.
“I got you dirt.”
I lifted my hand to feel along the glass jar and pulled it away from my cheek. She’d filled a glass jar with dirt.
“I saw the sun hitting it and I know you like to touch the garden dirt when the sun heats it. I brought it to you, so you’d feel better.”
Angry tears wanted to fall, but I held them back. It wasn’t herfault that my dad had lied to me, and her. It wasn’t her fault that I had to see that dog rip someone’s throat out.
