Page 40 of Mayhem

“Hello Son, it’s nice of you to join us. Would you like a turn? Her pussy is quite delectable,” says the man who’s fucking an underaged girl against his desk. Blood pours from her mouth, her face is riddled with bruises and her clothes are shredded, hanging from her body. Rounding the desk, I punch him in the face, causing him to stumble back with his dick swinging in the wind. I punch him again, slamming him to the ground. Grabbing a hold of his collar with both hands, I smash his head onto the wood floor. He groans. I turn to the girl.?

“Kill him, Jameson.”

“This is the perfect time. Don’t waste it.”

“Use his cutters and cut his dick off.”

“Get the fuck out, this is your only warning. Leave!” I yell, shaking my head. She gets up in a panic, grabs her scattered items and leaves the room. Hearing the front door slam, I turn back to my father, who has a paper cutter in his hand. He swings his arm slicing at my chest and I growl, grabbing him by the shirt and punching him again.?

“Where’s the fucking baby, Father? I know you had something to do with the ambush at the warehouse. I want fucking names of every person who slaughtered those fucking kids, or so help me God, you won’t leave this room alive,” I spit at him.?

“Come on do it.”

“We want his tainted blood on our hands.”

“As always, such a disappointment.”

“Tsk, Tsk, Son. You can’t kill me just yet. Now get the fuck off me so we can have a conversation.” He says through gritted teeth. I let him go and stand up. I walk over to the chairs on the opposite side of his desk and sit, crossing my legs, waiting for him to get himself together.?

“Loser.”

“Fucking useless.”

“Just like your mother.”

“That was quite the entrance; there will be consequences for what you just did.” He says with a sinister smile.?

“It won’t be the last time I punch you in the fucking face. Now tell me what I need to know. My patience is wearing fucking thin.” I growl.?

“Liar.”

“You will never kill him.”

“Such a scared little boy.”

“You misunderstood me, Son. Not getting a taste of that young pussy was your first mistake, and letting her go was your second.” He takes a cigar out and I stiffen.?

“See, you’re still scared of the cigar.”

“He’s scared of a lot of things.”

“Such a failure.”?

“Where is the baby?” I ask again, shaking my head. I’m not in the mood for his games and I do not want to be here longer than I need to.

“Since I have you here, you owe me.” he says, cutting the cigar and lighting it.?

“Owe you for what? Just tell me where the fucking baby is.” I slam my fists on his desk. He looks up at me and narrows his eyes.

“Spade and his little band of misfits intercepted the shipment, that stunt cost me a shit ton of money. I do hope Spade realizes I know that Ophelia is Judge Fitzgerald’s only daughter, and I have no problem taking her as collateral. I’m pretty sure her father would let me without hesitation.” He smirks. Sick fuck.

“You’re sick like him too.”

“No, you’re sicker.”

“You fucked the corpse of your Blood Queen’s mother.”

“So, you mean to tell me, not only are you running for President and selling and killing women, but now you’re dealing in children?” I raise a brow, completely disgusted as usual with the man before me.?

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