Page 73 of Stitches

He rose to meet me, his expression morphing into the dominant prick I knew.

“You hurt him. He’s your fucking son!” I shouted.

“He is a fucking payment plan,” he snarled back. “A tool. A fucking toy I got for you, my son. He is but a waste if not used. Since he’s paid in full now, we have no further use for him. And if you aren’t going to partake in the gift I gave you, perhaps I should take it back.”

“You will not fucking touch him,” I said, my chest heaving.

“I already have.” He winked at me, that evil glint in his eyes. “He begged for his mother the entire time until he grew quiet and whispered your name on repeat. He came with your name on his lips.”

“Fucking monster. Disgusting fucking monster.” I shook as I tried to remain in control, but that control was quickly slipping.

“You want to hurt me, but that’s a very bad idea. I have orders in place to have both Malachi and that pretty porcelain doll of yours taken from here if so much as a hair on my head is disturbed. In fact, they’re watching them now. I am not a man without resources, Dante. You’d never make it to them in time if you lose yourself on me. Everyone at Chapel Crest works for me. The professors. The nuns. The priests. The therapists. The doctors. The wards. The nurses. The headmaster. The fucking janitor. They all belong to me. Even some of the students. I own this place and every fucking body in every corner and every fucking grave. Mine. It all belongs to me, and that includes your pretty doll.” His nostrils flared as he glared back at me.

I stared back, waiting for the nail in my fucking coffin.

“Her stepfather sold her to me,” he continued. “I hold the deed to her soul.”

My blood ran cold at his words.

“If you want that deed to belong to you, I suggest you fall in line, or I have no problem playing with that toy too.”

“When did her stepfather sell her to you?” I demanded, barely holding it together. “How? Without her mother?”

He gave me a wicked smile. “When we were dining before she arrived here. He was barely able to keep from touching her himself. His violence was leading to a very bad place for such a prominent man. He came to me and offered her in exchange for time in the Underground where he could let go of himself safely. It was one of the best payments I’ve ever received. And again, I gifted her to you, but I can certainly take that gift back.” He surveyed me. “And I will if you don’t do what I ask of you. As for her mother, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her. I’ll have Sirena’s mind so twisted by the time she tried to do anything that it would be a waste of time.”

“What do you ask of me, Father?” I whispered.

“Anything. Everything. You come when I beckon. You heel when I demand it. You give when I ask. You are to be my successor in the Underground. I want to see you work for it.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I will fuck your pretty doll until she bleeds and allow the monsters in the Underground to feast on her blood and screams before I serve Malachi the first piece of her perfectly cooked body while I fuck him over the dinner table. When I’m done, I’ll watch you fuck his tight asshole before you put the knife to his throat and take the life of the best fucking meal we’ve ever eaten. We will go through all of them before we fill. Asher. Sinclair. Every one of them. I know your heart, Dante. You always eat what you kill.” A soft, evil laugh fell from his lips. “You remember your mother, right?”

Nausea twisted my guts at his words. At the memory. At what he was threatening me with.

“Here’s the deal. I need help procuring something. Or rather, someone. I want to try a few other avenues before I call you in. If I make that call, I expect you to answer, or we’ll end up having a nice family dinner together. If I remember correctly the last one didn’t go so well, so I’m hoping this one does, and you finally get my point, Son.”

“What is your point, Father?” I whispered thickly.

“That you, like everyone else, belong to me.” He moved toward me and leaned in, his lips at my ear. “And you, my dear boy, are my reflection whenever we look into the mirror. You are a perfect killing machine. Bred to be another king in the Underground. A ruler.”

“A monster,” I murmured, my voice shaking.

“Mm, my monster,” he answered back, his hand moving to my crotch where he rubbed me. I squeezed my eyelids closed and focused on my breathing. On my control.

“No one is safe in our world,” he continued softly in my ear as he rubbed my cock. “Even you, my son.”

He pulled away from me, leaving me sick where I stood.

“Wait for my call.” His gaze raked over my face, that ugly fucking smirk on his lips. “Answer me, Dante.”

“Yes, Father,” I whispered.

“Yes, Father, what? Tell me what I want to hear.”

“Yes, Father. I am in your service.”

A grin spread over his face. “Excellent. I knew I’d win you over.” He moved past me as I stood rooted in my spot. When he got to the door, he spoke again.

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