Page 47 of Bells

“She’s a bit of an idiot. To be fair, she didn’t come out and say it, but your name came up a time or two. I put two and two together. Honestly, Father. I expected better from you. A teen girl? Really?”

“She’s hot pussy, Dante. And you’re a young man that I assume loves to bury himself in pussy. Aren’t you? Or do you like cock?”

I clenched my teeth and gathered my cool. “What do you care what I like? You only want me for one thing.”

“I’d want you for two if I thought you wouldn’t cry on me. You and your mother seemed to get along rather well—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled. “You know it wasn’t like that with her. You know what you did—”

“And I know what I saw, son.I know.” He stared me down. “Are you coming home or not?”

“Not now. Not fucking ever.”

“At some point, you won’t have a choice.”

“And when that day comes, Father, I assure you it will bebecauseI’ve made a choice. Go fuck your teen whore. I’m not interested in whatever shitty plot you’re working on.”

“Shitty plot,” he mused. “I promised you to her. If she brought you home. She said you fucked her. Her pussy isn’t the best. I suppose that’s because it’s been used for so long.”

I scoffed, hating the prick even more. I knew something was up, and I was right. Of course he’d had his hands deep in the pot. The fact he’d done all of this and had created issues within my group really pissed me off.

I made a silent vow right then and there that someday I’d kill the fucker and piss on his corpse for all the inconveniences he’d put in my life. For all the moments like these.

“How do you even know her?” I asked, needing some confirmation on my thoughts.

“She’s your sister.” He got to his feet and smiled down at me. “I adopted her and kept her in the dungeon. She’s not blood, but she works hard. She’s been helping me train the kids. I let her play with them sometimes. I enjoy seeing her get close to them. She snaps sometimes though. She killed one last night. I put her in the room with the pretty little girl we acquired days before. Just a child. I told her she could have fun and do what she needed to do to let her anger out. A test, really.”

I steadied myself, maintaining my emotionless demeanor to him.

“She made that little girl her friend. Then. . . she stomped on her head until she stopped crying. Bloody mess.” He chuckled. “Too bad. She’d have fetched a lot of money. Little blue-eyed, blonde hair girls often do.”

“Bells killed the girl?”

“Oh yes. Then. . . well, we had a little fun. I do like celebrations.” He looked to the sun streaming in through the top of the willow. “Dinner was spectacular, Dante. So tender and sweet. You’d have loved it.”

“I very much doubt that,” I snarled.

“As if you’ve never feasted before.”

I glared at him.

“I suppose we’ll try again later. Perhaps you’re still too young and naive. We have a few years. I was just being optimistic. Tell Sinclair I send my love. And Stitches too. You know he’s a back-up plan in case you fail to see reason.” He inclined his head at me. “Perhaps when Bells returns, she can help me train Sinclair. His madness would be perfect in the business once he breaks. I’m sure she did a fantastic job with him.”

I said nothing as he smiled at me.

“I’ll be seeing you. I have another to see here before I leave today. He’s going to give you a run for your money, or so he tells me.” He laughed.

I still didn’t react. I wanted him gone. Any reaction from me would have made him happy. I’d give the prick nothing.

I didn’t even care who the fuck he had to see. It could have all just been him fucking with my head. He was a deviant prick like that.

He walked away, whistling as he went, leaving me alone beneath the willow.

If I had my way, I’d kill him now, but I knew I had to bide my time.

Good things came to those who waited.

I was fucking betting on it.

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