Page 32 of You Will Obey

“All right. Have fun,” I said.

“Fuck you,” Ty retorted, then ended the call. This time, I laughed as I watched the screen return to the homepage of my cell.

I would have to look over the paperwork later, I could sense my sons arriving. I walked downstairs and saw all of them in the living room, having a conversation and laughing. It was the kind of bonding I wanted for them, to know that they loved each other and me as I loved them.

“Tell me how you all arrived at the same time?” I asked.

“It was Bruce’s idea for us to meet up at a location so we could all arrive at once. Personally, I just think he didn’t want to come alone since you were so pissed at him, Father,” Marco said.

“I was pissed at all of you,” I stated.

“Are you still pissed, Sire?” Noel asked, his tone a bit apprehensive.

I sighed and shook my head. “I’ve had time to calm down. But I hope this failure is never repeated. I was put in a very complicated predicament because my Generals couldn’t outsmart the human in my basement.”

I watched the look of shame and embarrassment bloom on their faces and was satisfied they knew they’d fucked up and were contrite.

“Let us move on. Are you all excited to meet your new brother?” I asked.

“If only to see him properly punished, yeah,” Marco said.

The others replied with a positive response in one way or another.

I nodded at Noel. “Bring Somchai to the parlor. We’ll be waiting.”

“Yes, Father,” Noel said, then rose from the chair he’d been occupying and walked off.

“The rest of you, follow me,” I said, then turned, leading them to the room I called the parlor. It was a lot like my other room known as the den. It had several large black leather pillows where one could lounge and fuck in comfort. I also had some bondage furniture in the room and a cabinet with plenty of sex toys. There was a full bathroom adjacent to the room for convenience. I was getting used to my new mansion, but as long as I could customize it the way I wanted, it was still my home.

“Are you okay tonight, Father?” Bruce asked.

I tossed him a look over my shoulder and he stiffened as he walked behind me. “Do you want me to still be angry with you in particular?”

He shook his head. “No. I’m sorry I asked, Father,” he said.

“Then we can let it go,” I said, and Bruce nodded in agreement.

I had taken my rage out on the human I’d killed, which helped a lot. I also fucked the hell out of Oliver and Ivan upon waking, and with them both being wolves, they gave me the raw animalistic savagery of sex that I was craving. Doing so had me in a more jovial mood. Combine that with the fact that Somchai was choosing wisely, and it almost made up for me having to deal with Leona. I sprawled on one of the pillows and told my sons to gather around the largest one in the room.

Marco, Bruce, Donovan, Derek, and Dante did just that. Noel entered carrying Somchai over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing. I knew he loved the strength he now possessed as a vampire. Just one more thing Noel took pleasure in. He tossed Somchai on the pillow and he grunted from the rough treatment.

“Ain’t he a pretty thing. You do have great tastes, Father,” Bruce said, winking at Somchai.

“Of course, I do.” I smirked, then looked at Noel. “Untie his hands and feet.”

Noel did as he was told, leaving Somchai sitting up and rubbing the raw skin on his wrists. Somchai looked at me and my sons, his body rigid as every muscle looked as tense as piano wire under his flesh. I could smell his fear and he was certainly thinking about making a break for it. His brown gaze darted to the door, then he turned to the window and I listened to his thoughts. He knew he’d never make it and would only incur my wrath if he tried. I admired his reasoning.

“So, you’re the little fuck that caused us all this damn trouble?” Marco asked, looking Somchai up and down.

“I am, and proud of it,” Somchai said.

“Well, he’s got balls,” Donovan said with a snort.

“That’s a given. Our Father wouldn’t have picked some punk as his next son,” Derek said.

“He never does,” Marco stated. “But this one will learn to watch his mouth soon enough. There’s only so much shit-talking I’ll tolerate.”

Donovan laughed. “You? Tolerate any backtalk? When? And furthermore, who among us ever got away with it?”

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