Bloody affairs (18+)

009

GRADY🏴❤️‍🔥

" Thanks, asswipe. Took you long enough. " I grunt, the cold air visibly exiting my mouth as I climb into the passenger seat of the jeep. Tiver just shrugs from beside me in response. I swing my arm, slamming into his neck; my fingers wound tight around his throat. I can feel him gulp underneath my hold; so I squeeze tighter. If he can still swallow I'm not holding on tight enough. " I may not be my father, but you want to know the best part about being different? I'm worse. "

His face starts to turn a light shade of red which only makes me tighten my grip. His hands fly up to claw at my arm, ripping at the flesh; but I keep my arm steadfast. I clench my jaw and slightly tick my head sideways. I look at him with wonder as he fights me.

Eventually, after I deem his face to be the perfect shade of purple, I push his throat harshly before letting go. His gasp for air comes out shredded and piercing. He feels his neck, no doubt the consequences of his actions whirling through his head.

" Now's not the time to get sassy with me, boy. " I warn, nodding towards the road; gesturing for him to go. He slowly reaches for the gear shift, heeding my orders. We slowly pull out of the opera house. I watch in the side mirror as the building grows smaller, the distance between me and the girl becoming larger.

She was the type of girl to only get in bed with you if she loved you. On one hand she seemed like the girl to fall fast, but on the other she seemed to have so many walls built that even I couldn't get through. I laugh to myself at the thought. Of course I can.

I wasn't going to love her back, of course. I was just going to make her fall, fuck her, and then leave. I was a cruel man, I know that, but that's what I gotta be if I'm going to succeed. I do what I want, how I want; and I want this girl. She was like prey that a beast like me couldn't pass up. I needed her. Just once.

Once.

" Your father's requested a meeting. " Tiver states hoarsely, his hand still placed gingerly on his neck. I turn my head, giving him a dead-eyed look.

" Okay? "

" Not with you. With the Mortel leader. " his words make my blood boil. My father dares to boss me around? The faceless man that just slaughtered his business partner with no hesitation. I grit my teeth and clench my fists in my lap.

" Have you sent him the head yet? " I ask, looking at Tiver out of the corner of my eye. His attention is set strictly on the road, clearly not wanting to anger me any further.

" No, sir. "

" Good, your incompetence has put us at an advantage for once. We have a meeting to attend then. " I smirk, leaning back into the seat as if I hadn't a care in the world. I watch as the roads zoom by, and as Tiver noticeably is mulling over my words in his head. Most likely he's wondering how in the fuck I'm going to meet with my dad without showing who I am. " Don't worry, mio caro debole. I have a plan. " (my dear weakling)

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I slam the door of the jeep shut. I then hold out my hand to the nearing woman who's dressed in tight clothing, obviously trying to show off her figure. She drops a duffel bag into my hand, the smell of rot overtakes all of my senses as it falls into my hold.

I nod my head, silently telling her to go. She scampers away like the slut that she is, swaying her hips dramatically. I scoff as I carry the bag into the warehouse. I roll my sleeves up, the black fabric hugging my triceps and biceps snuggly.

A man in glasses hurries to my side. He awkwardly addresses me with an odd gesture before beginning whatever he had to say. " Sir, what you asked for has been done. The product is in this duffel bag, but are you sure about this? " I scoff once more, turning to him with an incredulous expression.

" Are you questioning me, Walter? I sure hope not. " I tease mockingly. The man turns ghostly white and his hands begin to tremble. He vigorously shakes his head, taking a couple steps away from me as if I might
strike. Good boy.

" No, boss. Of course not. "

" Good. " I growl. I then push my way through the warehouse door with brute force. My father picked this as our meeting grounds, expecting a man who didn't know his way around a trap, but what he didn't expect was the man to know his way not only around a trap but around this very warehouse. Hell, I'm the one that had it built.

I march gracefully through the building until I come to a set of stairs; I hold the duffel bag out in front of me as I ascend them. At the top is a single door. I push it open with my foot; I then scan the empty room as if expecting someone to be waiting for me. But of course not, I arrived early.

I continue glancing around the room, my eyes settling on the furniture at the center. I walk up to the lone chair that sits in front of the window, the sunlight blinding me as I do so. I lower myself into the chair, setting the duffel bag on my lap. I then carefully unzip it, holding my breath as the impudent smell only grows.

" Ah, perfect. " I mutter as I lift the silky substance from the bag. It falls over my fingers, the silky-sweet stench singes my nose and coats my throat. I pull at the material gently, testing its durability. I then hold it up in the darkness, noting it's pale green color. I then find the opening of the material, stretching it wide, and pull it over my head.

Once I pull it completely over, I stretch my neck; It cracks deliciously. I settle back into the chair, watching as the sun beams around me. Suddenly, the door bursts open, an all too familiar man striding through as if he owns the place.

" Well, it seems you got here before I. " He speaks far too formally, as if he's trying to impress someone. He squints his eyes and angles his head trying see me better, looking around the blaring light. When he finally makes out my appearance, his eyes widen and his jaw slacks.

" Quite... cold in here isn't it? Had to get a second skin just to keep warm. " I deepen my voice, disguising it as best as I can. The flesh of the man I beheaded just a few days previously clings to my skin like wet paper, it moves unnaturally as I cock my head to the side, waiting for my father to say something.

" Who are you? " He voices wearily, as if the sight of me has weakened him in the knees. I smile wickedly, the action causing the skin that layered over my own to move in a sickly way, the image clearly causing my father's stomach to churn.

" Il diavolo. " I growl. My fathers face stretches into horror as he takes a step back away from me. (the devil)

" No- " He mumbles, taking another step back. He reaches for the guard beside him for emotional support. Something I would never do, no matter how afraid I was.

" Now, let this be a warning, Gomez; something I so rarely give out. " I coo, spitting his name as if it were diseased vermin. " Never, ever demand me of anything. I am not your peasant or partner. I am the boss. Understand? " I claim calmly, my cool demeanor more frightening than if I had screeched until my vocal chords bled.

My father nods his head vigorously, bowing his head as if I was king. He mutters ' yes, sir ' over and over until the meaning of the words become deaf to my ears. Another reason why father was an easy target, he was easily frightened. He could be evil, murderous, the king of the slaughterhouse; but I owned the slaughterhouse. I was to be far worse; more evil.

My father may have ruled hell, but I was the true heir. He only held my throne as I grew ready to reign. And now? The crown of blood and bone was mine.