✴ Book 2 of "Taming His Mistress" ✴
Everyone has their demons. Some of us choose to keep them hidden. But what happens when your demons come out to play? You can't run away from them. They're not going away.
Shadow and Angeline faced their share of...
"Well well. Look who it is." A man grunted from the shadows. He took a final puff of his cigarette and threw it in the snow. He wore a big black winter coat and some ripped jeans. For a man of his age, he did not need to be wearing ripped jeans.
"Hello, father," I spoke, cool air pulling into my lungs.
"Long time no see son." He stepped into the sunlight. It was just now becoming dawn. His face was pale and wrinkles were everywhere. Old age. Disgusting. I'd die before I let myself look like that.
"Still into child porn old man?" I smirked. He grunted and rolled his eyes.
"You and I both know that I'm not." He sighed, glaring at me. It was way too easy to get under his skin.
"What do you want son? I'm busy." He leaned against the building next to us. We stood in an alley next to a beat up liquor store and some cringe-worthy apartment building.
"Why did you shoot Angeline?" I asked, anger evident in my voice.
"She was in the way! I can't aim like I used to." He grunted.
"Yeah well, now I have to clean up your mess. Plus come up with a new plan." I barked. Sperm donors, ruining everything from the start.
"What's that got to do with me?" He coughed, hacking up something horrid and spitting it on the ground. Smoking kills.
"They know who you are. So you need to disappear until I need you again." I shivered and hugged myself. I fucking hate winter. Was much more fun in Africa.
"Look I did what you wanted. I'm done being your personal slave." He pushed a finger hard into my chest.
"Don't forget how quickly I can ruin you." I spat.
"One time you found child porn on my computer. One time. Now you want to hold it over my head decades after the fact. I'm done helping you. You sick son of a bitch." He gritted.
"But you raped me. You made porno off of me. I'm scarred for life." I mocked.
"You made up those lies for your own sick reasons. You need help, Dimitri. I mean it. Get some fucking help." He pleaded and walked off. I sighed and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Yeah yeah, smoking kills. Not working fast enough. I cringed at the fact he called me by my real name. I haven't used that name in years. I just stole my current identity of some dead dude. Oddly enough, he died from overdosing. Of course, no one will ever find his body. To be completely honest, I don't remember where father said he dumped it. I just know it's out of sight, out of mind.
I needed a new plan. Because of his poor aim, Angeline got shot instead of Shadow. This could all be over with by now. But it's not over, not until I make her pay for what she did. She thinks she can just live this happy amazing life. Get pregnant, get married. Think again. And Timothy, the one who got away. It's either some cosmic joke or one hell of a coincidence that he's with her. It just makes this all the more pleasurable. Not only will I get my revenge on her, I'll get to punish his ass for getting away. My best money maker. My willing and pathetic little boy. So obedient.
I hailed a cab and got in. It was easy slipping out. But it won't be that easy slipping back in. The dumb ass guards Ruvik has are worthless. If you're going to have a home by the woods, then fucking guard the woods! All I had to do was slip through some trees until I found the road. From there a friend of mine picked me up and dropped me off to see my father. I was still fucking angry about that. He was reckless, got seen. Who knew the park had security cameras. It's a fucking park for crying out loud. It was easy enough to pass him off as an employee of the club. Gave me enough time to warn him to lay low. If they found him, it would all connect back to me. Can't get caught just yet. I had business to finish.
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