Page 138 of Unravelling The Beast

"Where the fuck have you been, Arlo?I've been trying to call you!"

I walk right past him, disregarding him entirely. Before entering, I press my key into my door and unlock it, and I can hear him stalking behind me.

I jog up the stairs, heading directly for my bedroom at the end of the long, dark hallway.

When I get inside, I go directly to my arms room and enter.

My eyes search the weapons littered over the walls as I consider which one to use to blow my father's head off once I've finished skinning him.

When my gaze is drawn to my gold and silver Desert Eagle 50 Cal, I take a step forward and take it off the hook. As I admire it, I notice Cash entering from the corner of my eye.

"What the fuck are you doing with that?"

I give him a sidelong glance before ignoring him completely and pulling out the clip to see how many rounds are in it.

"That nanny chick left you, right?"

My jaw clenches as I re-insert the clip and cock it back. I quickly turn and point it in his face.

My black eyes remain fixed on him as I tilt my head to the side, and he just stares at me until he lifts his chin and speaks calmly.

"Look, man, I had nothing to do with it. My loyalty has always been with you, brother."

I narrow my eyes and raise my voice.

"How the fuck do I know that? I can't seem to trust any of you motherfucks anymore."

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

"When have I ever fucking betrayed you?"

I search for the lies in his eyes, but I can't find them. If he's lying, he's doing a good job of disguising it.

I shrink the short space between us and press my gun beneath his chin until we're nose to nose, speaking with gritted teeth to assert my authority.

"I hope to fuck you're on the right side of this business when I kill that old bastard, Cash, or I'll be coming for you too.I'll fuck up any cunt who gets in my way."

I shove the gun more into his chin, causing it to rise.

"You got that?"

He nods, and I carefully withdraw my gun while continuing to speak.

"So, where the fuck is he?"

He shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know; I haven't spoken to him."

My jaw tenses with annoyance as I turn around, slipping my gun into the back of my jeans before gazing up at my knife set, running my fingers down them until I land on one of my favorites and pick it up.

I press down on the side button, and when the blade flips out, I speak coldly.

"If you hear anything from him, tell him I'm fucking coming for him."

I close the knife and side-eye him before making a head motion towards the door.

"Now, get the fuck out of my house."

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