by Sam Crescent
He shouldn’t have chased after the bitch, and yet he had. Now his mess had to be cleaned up.
Axton pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. If life was different then Carla would still be alive, but life wasn’t different. It was very fucking evil, and it was filled with monsters.
He knew because he was one. Rather than hide it though, he wore it like a suit of armor. No one dared to challenge him.
He was a king, and he made sure everyone knew it. There wasn’t any room for weakness in his world.
Arriving home, he noticed Easton’s father’s car parked in the driveway. This wasn’t unusual, but after the night he’d experienced, he’d had a feeling this would happen.
Climbing out of his car, Axton made his way inside, and went straight to his father’s office. The door was closed, and he opened it up.
While other kids had parents come to collect them, he had a call from his father ordering him to deal with it. By dealing with it, he meant talking to the cops, containing Easton, and then making sure nothing came back on them.
Leaning against the office door, he watched as his father screwed the maid that had started a week ago. She was a small thing, kind of dainty, but with a world of knowledge behind her gaze. Within two hours of her working for them, she’d let him know exactly how available she was. He didn’t have any interest in the women in his father fucked. Axton was sure his mother wasn’t too far away, probably spending money while drinking the most expensive wine. Benjamin Farris could have his little whores, so long as he knew how to pay his way. This was the life he’d been born into.
It didn’t even surprise him to see Nial Long, Easton’s father, standing in front of the woman, screwing her mouth.
At a young age, Axton had been ordered to fuck several whores, which included the maids. His father didn’t want a pussy for a son, so he made sure to present him with all the women money could offer. Axton played his part well, and soon he wouldn’t have to play this game.
The four kings had a plan, which had already been set in motion by all of their trust funds. None of them wanted to be under their fathers’ control for much longer, so Axton had set the wheels in motion that would guarantee the Four Kings’ Empire fell to them.
The moment his father saw him, the fucking stopped.
He didn’t say anything to the maid as she passed, holding her clothes to her body.
“What you had to say couldn’t wait?” Benjamin asked.
“I have stuff to do as well.” Axton folded his arms. “Easton should be home.” He glared at the other man, not wanting him here. Out of all of their parents, Nial was the one he didn’t like. He was a piece of shit, hiding behind security and the four kings’ name. Axton had seen firsthand what that man was capable of, the damage he’d caused to many families by being the asshole that he was.
“I’ll be going,” Nial said.
Axton didn’t say a word as he waited for the room to clear. The moment it was, he looked at his father, who had already sat down, lighting a cigar. “You talked to the cops.”
“They’ve put it down as a suicide.”
“And that is exactly what it is, Axton. I told you there would be things you’d have to do. Sacrifices that needed to be made and it is all for the greater good.”
He chuckled. “This is no greater good. This is just power.”
“Cannot have the kings divided. I told you that.”
“There are a lot of things you tell us. Don’t always listen to them.”
“One day you’ll know what it means, Axton. You’ll feel that power in your hands, hold it in your palm, like a piece of fruit, and only when you’re ready will you squash it.”
Staring at the arousal in his father’s gaze sickened him, but he didn’t show it. He’d witnessed that power play many times in this very office. Some of the women his father liked to fuck, and they’d end up pregnant, he’d hold their lives in his very grip, and little by little, he’d make them beg for their lives.
He had learned from the best.
Knew all the tricks.
“Are we done?” Axton asked.
“She had to go, son. You know that. She made the collective weak.”
Axton didn’t say anything in response, simply walked away. What more was there to say? An innocent girl died tonight, and there was no rewriting that.
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