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What the fuck? Sebastian?
“Uncle, uncle, just fucking chill,” the kid replies in an amused voice.
The main guy turns and locks eyes with Nicole. He takes a small step forward, making my heart race as I keep my eyes on him.
“It is good to see you again, Puppet,” the kid says softly to her.
Her body stiffens against mine, the man from the park. She said a man called her puppet. It was him.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask, keeping my eyes on him. The kid turns and locks eyes with me. He takes another step forward, tightening his grip on the knife in his hand.
“You took my father from me, my fucking family, and now I am going to take yours,” he whispers.
“What the fuck do you mean family?” I ask.
“Sebastian was my father. I am Sebastian Jr,” he confesses in a soft chilling fucking voice.
Sebastian looks back at Nicole and reaches out his hand to her. She leans into me as my arm tightens around her. “You are mine, Nicole. Your father sold you to me,” the kid confesses again, his words hitting my heart like a fucking bullet.
“She isn’t going anywhere with you,” Ty answers before I can. He is now standing right beside Nicole, slightly in front of her. She reaches out her hand and grabs onto the back of his shirt. She trusts Ty as much as I do.
“You don’t have a fucking choice Bitch. Christian, you killed my father, and now I am taking your wife. But don’t worry, I will remind her of everything my father taught her. Although, from what I have seen and heard, you have trained her pretty fucking good,” he whispers. His words send chills down my spine for a whole new reason. This fucker has been watching us, watching her this entire fucking time? How the flying fuck did I miss this? How in the fuck did I miss this kid?
“It was you that sent that guy,” I say as calmly as possible. The man in our room, the man Ty killed, this all fucking making sense. It wasn’t Nicole’s father that sent the man. It was this kid. He didn’t send the man to kill me. He sent the man to take Nicole.
“Yes, and he was one of my best. Thanks for that fucker,” Sebastian says in an amused voice.
“Did you come here to die, kid?” I ask, allowing a small smile to form across my lips.
He laughs and shakes his head, waving the knife in the air. “It is cute how you actually fucking believe that, Christian. I am not going to be the one that dies today,” he says with confidence.
I take a deep breath. This is not how this was supposed to go, but I will not let this fucker take Nicole. Every fucking man in this room that is here to take her from me will fucking die tonight. “We shall see,” I whisper.
Before anyone can say anything else, we all rush each other. Ty has already broken one of his men’s neck, and Nicole stabs another man in the chest. That is my Queen.
I turn my head and look at the kid who said my wife belongs to him. He slowly walks over to me as Nicole’s father continues screaming at him to let him out of the chair. Ty goes for the other man. Nicole is right by his side, making me smile at her strength. She is my Queen, my fucking everything, and I am so fucking proud of her. She is not afraid, and she is not backing down. She is a fucking survivor through and through.
“I will make sure she remembers you, Christian, as I take her as mine,” the kid whispers.
My hand tightens on the knife as the kid rushes me, slicing through the air. I punch him in the face, causing him to fall back. I walk into him and stab him in the shoulder. He screams as he lifts his hand, but before I can move, he grabs my wrist that is holding my knife and stabs me in the stomach.
I can hear Nicole screaming and her father laughing. I look Sebastian Jr. in the eyes as he starts to twist and turn the knife in my stomach.
My heart races as I punch him in the face again as hard as I can, causing him to take a step back, releasing his hold on the knife. I tumble back into the wall, the blade still in my stomach. I slowly slide down the wall as I hear Nicole screaming. She rushes to me, falling to her knees in front of me. I can feel the blood pouring from the wound. The blood smell fills my nose as the memory of my first kill comes crashing into my mind, taking me away from Nicole as my eyes close.
Nine Years Old – First Kill
My Padre led me down to the basement. I heard my Madre crying as my Padre led me down the hallway. They have been fighting about me for the past two years, and every time they fight, my Padre wins, but that doesn’t stop my Madre from at least trying. She is trying to protect me from this life, the life my Padre wants me to be a part of.
He used to scare the shit out of me, and now I understand this is what the men do in our family. We are violent. We do things that normal people would never think about doing. You would think that being only nine, I wouldn’t think like this. Well, you haven’t been raised like I have. We all have to grow up fast and be men, and this is what men do.
I have been trying to prepare myself for my first kill for the past year. Honestly, I still don’t feel ready, but my Padre must think I am because we are heading down the stairs to the basement. I know what happens down here. I have heard the screams since I was three, it used to give me fucking nightmares, and now it is just a normal sound that goes through our house. Just like in a typical family, there would be laughter and joy, but not in my house. In my home, it is violence, pain, and screaming, three things my Padre says I have to get used to, and he is right. I don’t want my Madre to hurt anymore.
I don’t want my Padre to hurt her anymore, and if that means I have to give myself over to my Padre and this life, then I fucking will because then he will be focused on me and not on her.
My Padre handed me the knife and stepped aside. I see the man chained in a chair, I don’t know what it is about chains, but they are fucking beautiful. I slowly make my way to the man. He has a cloth in his mouth, his eye is bruised, his cheek is bleeding, and his shirt is wide open, showing off his tattoos and fresh bleeding cuts.
I take a deep breath, taking in the smell of blood. There is no need to say anything. This man knows that he is going to die. I can see it in his eyes. He is scared and enraged, a dangerous fucking mix. I would know; I have felt the same way since the first night I watched my Padre rape my Madre. Every time I hear her scream and fight and I am left feeling fucking helpless and hopeless, I will make sure those two emotions are things I never fucking feel again.
