Screwing Mia|✓

18.

Elliot picked up Dustin and Mia. Going to their father's manor. Walking past the guards with their hands tucked in their pockets. This time Dmitri was in the dining hall sitting in the largest wooden velvet chair around the table which was clad with food none of the four could possibly finish.

"Mmmm. Mia Juvente. You take Alphonse's eyes, I know those brown orbs anywhere but yours. They glint. Unlike his. Please. Take a seat" his tone was authoritative yet pleasing, cold and welcoming. It sickened Mia.

"Why am I here Mr. T?" Mia quizzed. Dustin snorted seeing Elliot and his father's ears perk up.

"Well as you can see this a mere dinner."

"And as a you are under our protection hence forth a guest in our presence" Elliot hummed

"Basically father is trying to be nice" Dustin finished.

"This was your brother's idea I just executed it" Dmitri resorted cutting into his thick steak, the raw blood oozing from the under cooked meat.

Mia bit back the vomit.

"Elliot what are you getting at" Dustin challenged cutting open his meat. Relieved to see it was properly cooked.

"Getting aquatinted. It's been a while. And better yet. Konstantine's situation it up for discussion"

"May I be excused to the bathroom" Mia whispered not feeling right. The meat had no seasoning whatsoever, tasteless it was disgusting. She shuddered.

Dustin got up and walked her to the bathroom. Standing outside until hearing her vomit.

"What's wrong. Please don't tell me this is what I think it is. Because if it is. Father of all persons will have my head" he knelt rubbing circles in her back.

"Oh now you realize the mistakes if your action" she rolled her eyes cringing.

"Mia. Are you" he groaned growing fearful by the second.

"Ugh no. That was a safe day. It's the steak. I'm not used to food without proper spices. My body rejects anything of the sort" she confirmed as they walked out.

Dustin went to the kitchen and informed the cooks of Mia's situation. They started preparations right away.

Soon after they emerged with suitable foods that would appease Mia's taste.

"What's this?" Dmitri asked

"It's clear that Elliot failed to do his research. Mia's taste lurks in different foods " Dustin smirked amused by his fathers pissed expression.

Dmitri felt as if he failed to be a good host, but was it disrespect for her to come in with her taste. She should have excused her self.

"I'll be the knife to cut this tension. Kon is working with the Capers and the Ka'puurs. This isn't good"

"This is all his fault. If he didn't exile him he wouldn't be in this, then I wouldn't  have  thought twice about killing someone" Dustin glared at his father, digging holes in his skull.

"Don't speak to me as if in not here in my own house. Never question my actions. I know what I did. IT HAD TO BE DONE!" Dmitri snarled. Jamming his knife into the mahogany table.

"I fucking do what I want to. Kon never deserved to be beaten and tortured over a mistake. You were the one who broke him. You were the one who shattered his faith and trust. We were family until you betrayed him. HE WAS FUCKING FOURTEEN!! No one deserves that, your just like his dead beat parents. Even fucking worse!"  Dustin roared, sizing up to his father. He wasn't scared, he hasn't been since Kon. He was disgusted more over.

Dmitri took out his gun. Pointing it square at Dustin.

Then pulled the trigger.