The Undivulged Son

Traumatized

Ian's POV

"Six people were found dead in a V.I.P. room in a club called Sinners. The victims were found violently and inhumanely decapitated. One of the victims was an unidentified female who did not seem to work in the club, as verified by the owner. According to the police, the female did not have any clo-"

"Could you turn that off, please?" I asked the bald driver of the cab.
Too much blood had been spilt last night. I knew that sooner or later, they would come for Ted's life. Our company was a threat to their organisation. We produced the antidote to their virus. But witnessing how they bit on the bait, Ted's acting was genuinely believable.

I needed him to act as the company's CEO while I did my devil stuff on the low. I didn't want to be in the limelightThe cab driver gave me a quick stare through the rearview mirror, and a scowl was evident on his astringent face.

"Sure, whatever you say," he drawled and rolled down his window to spit whatever he snorted.

Most of these creatures were indeed unsanitary.  Instead of turning off the radio like he was asked to, the cab driver lowered the volume. His cab his rules, it would seem. My eyes followed the rain droplets running down the blurry cold glass. Now it was all blurry, not because of the moisture caused by the freezing temperature; it was unclear because the cab driver was simply allergic to good hygiene and top-notch customer service.

Why was I even in this godforsaken predicament? Ah, yes, Ted did not go to work today. Judging from his last night encounter, he would quit his job and tell me to shove this contract right up to my arse and moan like a twink prostitute.

He had a colourful choice of words.

The screaming head of that succubus would have Ted question the existence of the paranormal. I should have been there for him once he awakened. But I was hoping that he would treat last night as a nightmare, or a dream of precaution from God, indirectly telling him to stop his promiscuous behaviour.

That man's dick was more active than the Mayor's.

I gave props to Ted, though. His acting skills were good. He could fool those demons into thinking he was the actual CEO of the company. Other than acting, the way he went crazy for a woman's meat curtains would make any carnivore go vegan. I rested my head on a headrest and rubbed my fingers on my umbrella's handle. The rain outside was heavily beating the top of the car.

Hopefully, Ted would accept our generous offer and forget about resigning.

Hopefully.

After a few more splashes of tires in puddles, we arrived in front of Ted's condo. The house was a bonus in the contract we gave him last year. His previous house was a rat's hole, but even rats would want to migrate somewhere better.

I paid the driver, thanked him for the mediocre cab service, and left cooly after being called a nasty cunt. Opening my umbrella, I walked towards his gate, my leather shoes erupting a splat every time it came in contact with the wet ground.

Green luscious bushes; that Ted didn't bother trimming because he wasn't an irresponsible man-child with a severe case of priapism grew uncontrollably around his white fence.

This was the perfect neighbourhood for him. It was private, peaceful, and clean. I was hoping that he would adapt to the clean part, but it turned out that the neighbourhood should adapt to him.

"It's Ian; open up," I uttered, placing my mouth close to the intercom next to his gate.

After what felt like years, the gate slid open, making a creaking noise. He needed to grease his gate and not his hair. I moved into the compound and heard the gate slide close. The house was exquisite. It had an L-shaped structure, and part of its walls were made of glass.