Bloody affairs (18+)

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GRADY🏴❤️‍🔥

" Hai preso un altro gruppo di uomini per un'altra tua conquista? Stupido bastardo, non sei al comando, mi hai sentito? " My father seethes, spit flying from in between his clenched teeth. His lips are pulled back into an ugly sneer, his teeth bared and everything. (You took another group of men on another conquest of yours? You stupid bastard, you are not in charge, you hear me?)

I roll my eyes and snicker, leaning back in my chair. In an instant, I'm sprawled out on the floor. My father is over me, his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing until my breath comes out a wheeze. I keep my face stoic.

" Oh, so you're getting brave, huh boy. " He laughs, his breath fanning my face. I feel my face growing hot and strained the longer I go without breathing, and right when I start to see stars he releases me. He falls back onto his calves, still keeping me down with his weight.

I gasp, inhaling as much air as I can. I grab at my neck, but not surprised in the slightest at his aggression. He pushes himself off of me, allowing me to sit up slightly. I look up through my lashes, giving him a wicked glare, which I maybe shouldn't have done considering he had his lucky pair of brass knuckles on.

I felt the cool metal collide with my cheek, the skin ripping under the blunt force. My head snaps back and I can't help but laugh again. I feel blood trickle from my cheekbone and down to my lips. I spit, a mix of blood and saliva splats onto the redwood floors.

" Now listen to me boy, I'm your superior. Blood means nothing to me, unless it's to be spilled. " He snarls, a wicked smile forming on his lips. I grit my teeth as I nod obediently; if I hadn't lord knows what he would've done to me. He chuckles in snide victory before getting off of me and walking to and behind his desk, sitting in he grand office chair.

I push myself off the floor and wipe my cheek with my shoulder. Blood stains the white shirt and I send an agitated glare to my father.

" Look, I have places to be. If you're done being a thorn in my dick, I'll be taking my leave. " I bow as disrespectfully as possible. I give him a sarcastic smile, wincing as my cheek tenses. I stand up straight again, turning around and grabbing the door handle; not even bothering for a dismissal from the king himself.

I march down the hall, my blood boiling with each step. I pass by a small table and smash in the leg, yelling out in frustration. I huff in anger while checking my watch.

" Shit. " I mumble, dashing through the house and out the door. I sprint into the garage, opening the door of my black Pagani Huayra and diving into the seat. Once the car is on, I floor it, spinning out the back tires before gaining traction. I zip through the garage, turning sharply, whipping the car into the street.

I finally get to where I'm going when I recognize the opera house I happened to stumble into last night. I turn the car off and leave the key in the console as I hop out, slamming the door behind me. I sprint down the side walk but instead of going into the opera house I dash into a nearby park, planting myself on a bench.

As of right on que, the back exit of the building opens, and a lean beauty steps out, her appearance even more ethereal as the fog of the night mists around her. She adjusts the bag on her shoulder like it was a nervous habit before running light on her tiptoes through the parking lot.

Right when she's about to enter the park I saw her cut through yesterday, the opera house's back door opens again. Three girls dressed in the same tutu and leotard as my girl push their way out, and I can already tell they're no good. But I stay seated, curious on how this will play out. What looks like to be the leader calls out for Zylith, the girl I can't get out of my head.