BLOODHOUNDS #4: THE DARK KNIGHT

Chapter 32 - HIS PAST

Mason Calland

We sit on the couch together, looking outside the beautiful night sky. Everly has been quiet since yesterday, and Natty dropped the news that people were turning their backs on her. She worked so hard to get where she is now, just to be judged by people who don't even understand her situation.

Fucking insane.

"What made you want to be a singer?" I asked.

"When I was five, we had a talent show event, and I sang in front of twenty people." She chuckled as she intertwined her hands with mine. "I loved the feeling when everyone was clapping their hands for me. They praised me for my sweet voice and how I nailed it on stage."

"So you have a praise kink, that's why you beca-" She punched my stomach and glared at me.

"Do you have to joke about cute things and make it sexual?" She hissed.

"I have to."

"Loser."

"I auditioned for a national talent show and got recognized by some producers. They wanted me to be one of their new artists but never let me sing my song, so I dropped them. Albert was the one who believed in me." I nodded.

"Speaking about Albert, how did you two know each other?" I knew she would ask about this someday.

"He knew me since I was sixteen. He's friends with my parents." She stared at me, wondering about my family.

"How did you become a member of the Bloodhounds? What makes you want to join?" I wanted to change the topic. My eyes landed on her cleavage, and when I reached for her breast, she smacked my hand away.

"I'm not in the mood for sex."

"Rude." I glared.

"Answer the question."

"Can we fuck first?"

"Don't act like a horny teenager." She hissed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her eyes softened after I nodded.

"Tell me. I want to know." She then held my hand tightly, begging me with her green orbs.

"My brother killed my parents and then killed himself." Her eyes widened, and she gasped hearing it. "They thought it was me who did it. My brother was planning to frame me by putting my fingerprints everywhere as if I was the one who killed them."

"Why? Why did he want you to be blamed for their death?" Everly asked in a painful tone.

"Michael and I were eight years apart. He has a passion for art, and our parents supported him, but it didn't bring him anywhere. He always thought his art was as good as Davinchi's, and when his teachers told him the truth, he went ballistic."

"Our parents suggested him to go to art school, but he told them that he didn't need it. He thought attending art school would mess up his color and concept. He was arrogant and blamed everyone for not understanding his art." I can't help but roll my eyes, remembering it.

"I was excelling academically, so my mom and dad were so proud that they only bragged about me everywhere they went. My brother hated it. He wanted the attention by trying to get me in trouble." I regretted not knowing how to kill people back then. I would have killed him first before he killed himself.

"So I got in a lot of trouble, and he became the golden child again. He's good at manipulating, and I did not accept being stomped by him repeatedly, so I hurt him. He hurt him by tampering with his car. He got into an accident which gave him two broken arms and shoulder." I was proud of myself for it.

"He knew I did it and told my parents about it. They shipped me to boarding school. I was introduced to people with connections to the mafia, which led me to the underground world, and I loved it. Michael was not happy that I loved going to boarding school. He wanted me to live in hell."

"Then, after he fully recovered, he got hand tremor. He can't do art anymore, and he's out to kill me. Because I was in boarding school hanging out with the mafia, I got to work and be stronger because they taught me how to fight. I was taller and bigger than Michael, so he feared me."

"He can't intimidate me anymore because I slowly turned heartless and bolder, so the only way to get back at me was to kill my parents, frame me, and kill himself."

"It happened when I was nineteen years old, and Albert was the one who helped me by giving me a lawyer. He owed my dad, and I owed him one, which he used to put you on my list." I looked at our hands together.

"I was in jail for three months and badly beaten. All the inmates hated rich people, so I was their easiest target. Even though I could fight, I was alone there. I thought I would die, but Asher was jailed for a misunderstanding."

"He was there for two months and helped me to beat other guys. I owed him a lot, and he told me he needed money. He has a vision to rule the world one day. I didn't believe him until he helped me get out of jail, and I gave him two million dollars as a gift for helping me." Everly sat on my lap and cupped my face.

"Thank you for sharing with me." She gave me a peck on my lips. "Were you mad that he killed your parents?" She asked curiously.

"No. Not really. My parents are shitty even though I didn't think of killing them, but I know if they're still alive now, I would cut contact with them." She nodded, completely understood.

"I'm glad Asher was there to help you."

"Yeah. It's hard to express how thankful I am for him, and he wanted to kill me for being engaged with Ana." I let out a sad chuckle. Everly caressed my cheek, and I stared at her.

"So, can we fuck now?" She laughed before crashing her lips to mine.