Page 34 of Venomous King
“Leave your life behind for love if your heart desires. But have no high expectations.”
Mitta Xinindlu
Ishould have never agreed to this shit. I’m getting soft, losing my edge, and allowing Issy to control me, when I fucking ownher. The thought races through my mind as I watch Julia riding her bright pink tricycle in the driveway of Kai and Issy’s colonial-style house, while four of my men sit across the street in a black SUV loaded with weapons, and keep watch.
What the fuck am I doing in bum-fuck, Oregon?A huge sigh leaves me in frustration as I lean against one of the thick, white porch columns, my arms folded across my chest, and my Glock digging into my lower back. I’m a criminal, I don’t belong here. I don’t do white picket fences and barbecues with the neighbors. I don’t drink coffee on the porch first thing in the morning, or cut the grass. Fuck me, right now, and my irrational need to have Issy Stratford. My life is entirely upside down now. Dammit, I even sound like a petulant child right now, I sound like fucking Kai.
“Papi (daddy), are you watching?“ Julia yells as she takes both hands off the handlebars, and pedals like a maniac in circles, her little pink bike helmet shining in the sunlight.Oh, that’s right.I’m domesticated now, and a family man. I’m a fucking wuss, and Issy thinks she has me pussy whipped. As much as I love her pussy, and all the rest of her holes, she doesn’t control me, it’s the other way around, or at least it fucking used to be.
Jesus fuck, how did this become my life in just a few short weeks? When I got that note from Carter, I never imagined that this was where I would end up. I thought that I would recapture my missingPrincesa, drag her off somewhere by the throat to punish her with my cock for ever daring to leave me, and then lock her up in a fucking cage like my pet.Instead, I got the surprise of a lifetime, not only was my beautiful broken doll about to marry some asshole pretty boy, but I found out I have a mini version of me and Issy. And now I find myself in this hellhole, waving back at neighbors, going to the grocery storewith Kai and Julia, and sitting down to dinner as if we’re one big happy, unconventional family.
This is the twilight zone, and I’m stuck inside of it. I need to fix this somehow, but the question is how? I’m not willing to walk away from Issy, ever, and I refuse to cause my daughter any unnecessary pain or anxiety, hence allowing the cunt, Kai, to keep drawing breath. I’m stuck, and I absolutely hate the feeling.
At least I got to let out some of my aggravation on the mail carrier earlier, when I spied him staring at Issy’s ass, while she pulled weeds from her planters on the porch. I waited ’til the fucker made it down the street, and Issy went inside to make Julia’s lunch, and then I followed him and broke his nose and arm. Let’s just say he won’t be delivering shit for a while, and when he does, he won’t want this route back.
“Don’t you have anything to wear that isn’t black? You’re starting to freak out the neighbors with your grim reaper look,” the smug bastard asks me while he stands there in his stupid striped blue and white polo shirt, and khaki cargo shorts, and hands me a bottle of his pretentious small-batch beer.Fucking Boy Scout.Even his damn beer is pompous, but still tastes delicious, not that I would ever tell him that. I would rather choke on my own tongue.
“You’re just jealous, ’cause you look like somepretty boy,while I have all your neighbors’ wives creaming their panties, and wanting to take me for a ride.“ I take a sip of the beer and allow my lips to quirk up in a snarl.
“Sure, let Isabella hear you say that and see what happens.” His words remind me of what happened a few days ago, when she and I went to drop off Julia at a playdate in one of the local centers, and one of the other moms flirted with me and tried to touch my chest.
I honestly never saw Issy as the unhinged jealous type, but I was pleasantly surprised and amused when she grabbed theother woman’s hand and bent two of her fingers back, while getting in her face and letting her know exactly who I belonged to. The whole interaction was so hot that I fucked her pussy in the back seat of Kai’s SUV, before we even left the parking lot. I also made sure to send Kai a short video of Issy screaming my name while I filled her with cum.
“Daddy!Papi!Look at me! Look how brave I am!“ Julia does another lap while Kai and I watch her. She reminds me of me when I was little. I was never afraid of anything. My cousin Mateo and I used to drive my mother insane, with all the batshit crazy stunts we used to pull. I even broke my arm on a tricycle, similar to the one Julia’s trying to pop wheelies on.
“You know we can’t just give into everything she wants, right? She’s already pretty spoiled, thanks to fucking Stella and Mia. She’s going to be a handful as she gets older.” A shudder runs through him at his statement. I know the fucker’s right, but there is no way that I will be the one to make my little cherub cry, or agree with anything he says, out of spite. Whatever she wants, I’ll make sure she gets it, and if anyone tries to hurt her, I’ll make sure that person stops breathing.
The mention of Stella’s name brings a grimace to my face. Fuck thatice queen bitch. She’s the reason I’m in all this mess to begin with. If she hadn’t interfered, I wouldn’t have had to kidnap Issy in the first place, and we could have been married and raising Julia together, instead of now having a third fucking wheel in our bed. Not that Issy seems to mind much, when all her holes are constantly filled with cum, and she’s screaming our names until she loses her voice. Fuck, and now I have a semi while standing near this asshole. I drag my fingers through my hair and yank on the strands, hoping the pain will help distract me from any more lascivious thoughts of Issy’s pretty pussy.
“Julia will be the queen of two empires, mine and the Stratford line. There is nothing she will ever want for in life, and if sheends up being a little spoiled in the process, I don’t see the problem.” I give him a condescending glare. “She has enough ruthless family members to back her up. Plus, I have a feeling my little girl is about to give this whole world a run for its money, either that or set it ablaze.”
“Our little girl, Diego. When are you going to get it through that thick, fucking skull that neither of them are just yours? I’m not going anywhere, you psychopath.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him what empire he brings to the table, but instead, I don’t bother to respond. I’m still trying to figure out how to get rid of the prick, and make it look like some unfortunate accident. Maybe I can even kill two birds with one stone, and pin the evidence on Stella, so Issy parts ways with her grandmother for good.
“Whatever is going through your mind right now, just know Isabella isn’t naive or stupid. She’ll know you were behind it, if something happens to me.” I roll my eyes at his accusation. Now the fucker is a mind reader on top of being a preppy fuck.
“When is the bitch queen getting here?” I don’t know how I allowed both Issy and this fucker to talk me into allowing Stella to come here and see Julia. Never mind Issy’s demand that I make peace with her grandmother.Fuck that shit,I’ll make peace when she’s buried six feet underground with one of my bullets between her eyes.
“She should be here within the hour with her entourage, and don’t think for a second that Issy and I haven’t noticed how many of your men are hidden around the house, Diego. No one knows who we are. Issy and I made sure of that. There is no fucking threat here; you were the only threat we had,prick.”
His words do nothing to alleviate the feelings of anxiousness at being in this place, out in the open, where any of my enemies could take us out. He thinks he’s safe here in this little beach town, because I was the one hunting them all these years. Hedoesn’t realize that Issy being a Stratford, and now Julia, being my child, paints a bullseye on both their backs. He’s delusional in his sense of safety, and I won’t allow my girls to get killed for his naivety.
Fuck, I should have told my father to send even more men. There might still be time if I hurry, since he’s hiding in town. He too, can’t stay away from his granddaughter, or maybe it’s the opportunity to see that fucking vicious, old queen that has brought him here?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I push away from the column, giving him my back while I go try to convince my cherub to come inside, or at least don the pink bulletproof vest I had made for her. Dammit, I have never missed the jungle as much as I do now. These Stratford women, and their need to control their own fate, will be the death of us all.
“Where is she?” The loud demand is made as the sound of heels clacking on the hardwood floor stops outside the family room. Julia instantly jumps up from the floor she was busy coloring on and yells, “GAMMY!” Then, my little cherub races from the room with excitement.
Kai and I share a look that causes us to both grimace as we sit across from each other. If we can agree on nothing else, at least we both dislike Stella Stratford. I offered earlier to have her car bombed on the way here, but the prick shot me down, claiming that Issy would never forgive us.Pfff, I think it would just take a little time and a whole lot of orgasms on our part, and she’d forget her own name, but pretty boy wants to do theright thing.Asshole.
“Hello, my precious girl. Look at how you’ve grown! You are even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.” Stella’s voice practically makes my ears bleed as she praises my cherub.
“Gammy, did you know I have two daddies? Not four like Alexander and Caesar, but that’s okay. Maybe momma will add more.” The hell she will, I’ll murder anyone she tries to add to this already fucked up situation. I’m certainly not sharing her with more men.
“The fuck she will,” Kai mumbles under his breath, as he glares at the door. Dammit, look at us agreeing on more than one thing. Has hell fucking frozen over? Somebody better go check on the devil cause his bride is about to enter the room.
Issy gives us both warning glares from where she’s waiting to greet her grandmother. If I weren’t a strong man who can’t be intimidated by a little broken doll, my balls would shrivel up and hide from that look. “Behave,” she mouths.