Page 1 of Toxic

Prologue

Hisashi ~ 14 years old

Crick, snip, snap. I look at it the feathers a beautiful and soft dove at least that is what Kana said the last time when I finally manage to keep one of the doves she wanted alive.

Silly mother is all upon arms about it. Probably because she couldn’t or would figure out a way for Kana to keep her little pets without them flying away.

I promised I wouldn’t hurt them again and it was only a little lie. I had to make it so they wouldn’t fly away so tinier breaks here and there then wrap their broken legs with pretty tape. Mission accomplished.

“Arigatö, Hisashi-Oniichan.” her sweet baby voice whispers to me when I pull the bird out of my pocket and give it to my three year old sister.

“Ahh, little dove, I like you very much.” she snuggles the bird close to her kimono.

After giving her a solemn bow i leave her suites. I’m not allowed to be there mother doesn’t want her tainted by my influence.

Silly woman, Don’t you know I’ve always been this way.

“Yessss, perfection.” Hewhispers.“A perfect boy just as father says. a genius.”

“Hai,” I mutter to myself knowing that she has her spies and has told any who see me muttering to myself to slap me full in the face. I can control it now but when I was smaller I was far too careless so I face severe punishment. more so when father was away.

That’s when my Monster first came. Grabbing the hand breaking several fingers on one of my minders.

“And I will do it again.” He soothes. “I will keep you safe always.”

Chapter

One

Hisashi

Watching this little bitch,I stroke my hard as a brick dick.

Idly, I contemplate whether I’m going to fuck her within an inch of her life, then kill her or choke her to death as I fuck her. The possibilities are endless.

“Fuck her dead corpse,”Hewhispers. “Fuck her dead corpse.”

Impossibly, I get harder. Like I said, possibilities.

Strands of a ballad fill the auditorium and Santiago saunters out onto the stage, taking the stool that was placed in the center stage, dragging it to the right side of the stage and starts strumming his guitar. The song has various women in various states of swoon but the one he can’t keep his gaze from is Dr. Mimi Love-Spencer, who the town affectionally calls, “Doctor Everything”. She’s always there when you need her and recentlytook the position as the head of the Women’s and Infant’s Center at the Shelby-Love Medical Center.

From where I’m sitting in the cloak of darkness, I only have a view of her profile, but even from this distance, Dr. Mimi’s obvious affection as she stares at the rock star is apparent.

I should warn Santiago, Love women are dangerous. From that crazy ass scent that they wear to the curve of their pussies, they lead to a man’s ultimate destruction. It's best to get them out of your system rather than be ensnared in their web.

My brother Kiyoshi, a sadist on his best day, is already too lost to his obsession, Krie Love, the head chef of The Camillia. I’d have thought a man as brilliant as he would have learned from my mistake. No. He’s caught no differently than I was years earlier. He claims to only want to destroy her brother for hacking into Creative Chaos. The company our cousin, Akchiro, entrusted us to run. How that transformed into her spending every night at his home. I don’t know, but I know it doesn’t bode well.

Watching as the audience gives ovation after ovation, I watch Taylor Love sashay her curvy little ass out onto the stage, beaming with pride at her proteges. She takes in the crowd as the lights go up. Stepping farther back into the shadows of the balcony alcove just as her gaze rises, taking in the balcony, I watch as the cast link hands paying close attention to the way Santiago's much larger hand engulfs hers. Rage pulses in my chest. “Kill him. Make her suffer,”Heincites.

“Soon,” I whisper, watching bow after bow. The need to sever the linked hands crackles inside me. That he would dare touch what is mine won’t be borne. He needs to fucking perish at my hands. His death beneath my scope, the blade of my Kanta, or my unrelenting grip, is the only thing that will satisfyHim.

“Patience.” The stage quickly fills with parents, friends, and family of the performers as they take pictures of the kids. SoonSantiago frees himself to jump down, joining Dr. Mimi and the child that is obviously his son. He takes the baby, and they make their way through the throng to the vestibule where the reception is being held.

I lose interest in my second mark momentarily. Only his open devotion saves him for the moment, that and the fact that soon I will have the answers as to his true dedication to the little doctor with whom he secretly fathered a child.

Again, my attention turns to my little bitch. Her head thrown back, exposing her neck, a delicious torment for me as she laughs delightedly at some nonsense one of the teens surrounding her says.

Enjoy your time, little dove. I’m coming for you.

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