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"If you close your eyes, she will suffer worse," Fabio warned him. "Keep your eyes on her, son. Watch exactly happens to traitors in our world."
Anton resisted the urge to tell his father that it was pointless threatening the bastard. He clearly didn’t know a word of English.
Besides, he didn’t think this was the technique to use to bring this particular boy to heel.
He would never fall in line – and especially not if they took his birth whore from him.
He was a woman lover.
Strange,Anton mused, but it was a fact.
The boy had lived amongst the opposite sex for thirteen years, taking orders and bowing down to the inferior sex. He was raised by women – nuns, of all things!
In the bastard's eyes, they were his equals. His superiors. He had displayed that belief numerous times since his return in the adoring way he looked at his birth whore. He displayed his respect every time he bowed to her like she was his queen. Like he was beneath her.
Fabio could not win that kind of respect from him with vicious acts of terrorism.
The bastard wasn’t programmed for our world.
He wasn’t weak like Jethro.
He was too strong minded.
He was too dangerous.
Anton sensed trouble laid ahead for his father.
The rape continued for many more hours until the nun lost consciousness, the bastard lost his voice, and Fabio lost interest.
Purposefully leaving her suspended, with her blood pooling on the carpet beneath her, Fabio retreated from the room with the other men, leaving strict instructions that the bastard was to remain exactly where he was.
Anton and Jethro were the last to leave the room, with the youngest Crellid bursting into tears the moment his father was gone.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed, hurrying towards where our bastard brother was still chained. "Forgive us."
Wailing loudly, Jethro threw himself on top of the bastard before Anton had a chance to stop him. "You need to yield to him," he continued to weep, wrapping his small arms around our feral half-brother. "Disown her and claim father. It's the only way he'll – ahhhhh!"
Letting out a startled yelp, Jethro jerked away from the bastard, cupping his ear.
"He bit me," he sobbed, swinging around to stare up at Anton, wide-eyed and stunned. "My ear!" Blood trickled from his fingers as he cupped his ravaged ear. "He bit me, Anton."
Anton rolled his eyes. "He just witnessed his mother being mutilated by our father. What did you expect him to do? Hug you?"
"I…I..." Looking stumped, Jethro's eyes watered, lip wobbling. "But he bit me."
"Mataré a todos los hombres que estuvieron en esta habitación esta noche," the bastard said with dark eyes full of danger. "Empezaré con tus hermanos. Morirán a mis manos. Despacio. Penosamente. Sangriento. Yo vengaré a mi madre." He sneered, body trembling with caged violence. "Ustedes dos, me quedaré para el final. Tu, príncipe heredero." He glared at Anton. "Tú eres el peor. Puedo ver tu humanidad. Pero tú eres un cobarde. Tomaré tu corona, príncipe heredero. Me llevaré a tu padre." Hacking up a phlegm ball, he spat at the brothers, catching the youngest boy on the cheek. "Tu hogar. Tu madre. ¿Ella esta viva? Personalmente me ocuparé de que ella sufra todas las formas en que sufrió mi madre. Si encuentras a una mujer a quien amar, la sacaré de ti. ¿Tus niños? Sería más seguro no tener ninguno porque los tomaré también. Te haré pagar a todos." He narrowed his eyes, tone full of menace and wistful promise. "Tu marca mis palabras, quemaré tu mundo hasta la tierra."
Keeping his emotions in check was a skill Anton had learned very early on in life and it stood to him now as he placed his hand on Jethro's shoulder and led him from the room, not bothering to respond to the bastard's threats.
To the outside world and the bastard, Anton looked unaffected, when on the inside, he was reeling.
For the rest of the evening, and many evenings to come, he replayed the bastard's threats in his mind…
I will kill every man that stood in this room tonight. I'll start with your brothers. They will die at my hands. Slowly. Painfully. Bloody. I will avenge my mother. You two, I will save for last. You, heir prince. You are the worst. I can see your humanity. But you are a coward. I will take your crown, heir prince. I will take your father away from you. Your home. Your mother. Is she still alive? If so, I will personally see that she suffers in all the ways in which my mother suffered. If you find a woman to love, I'll take her from you. Your children? It would be safer to have none because I will take them, too. I'll make you pay. You mark my words, I will burn your world to the ground."
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