2:56 a. m
?At the Monson group hotel, Florida. ?
Silas drunkenly pulled off his net hand gloves when he successfully drove the bike he picked up at the corner of the street when he jerked out of the club.
After getting his wounds stitched up, Silas went to the club to rid his mind off the fact that Sia had been fucking that strange guy.
Silas barely recognizes people which is why he can’t tell who Lucas is. His only focus is on his fame rather than others’ fame.
He can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that Sia’s fuck toy threw him away from the Monson villa. Even late Mr. Monson couldn’t dare try it nor Sia. She can only spew it from her lips but the only reason that pushes Silas to leave is that he wanted to gain Sia’s trust.
He wanted to prove to her he wouldn’t hurt her or force himself on her like he used to. But hell, a fuck toy dared to hit him to oblivion, dragged away from Sia and outside the street.
Silas took dozens of shots, wanting to forget that ever happened but it seemed hard to stop. So right now, he’s going to do the only thing that can make this anger stop.
Peeling off the visor helmet, he shoved away from the bike and clamped on the small duffel bag he came with. Then he began staggering into the hotel.
Of course, all the staffs in the hotel know him as a Monson. So no one will question him but at the moment no one saw him trespassed..
Darkness loomed in his wake as there was an instant outage of power. Smiling at the darkness that shrouded the hallway, Silas bee-lined for the staircase. Seeing clearly in the dark is one of his fortes. So he clearly staggered through the dark hallway and staircase, locating the room she’s in.
The hallway was empty, only the sound of his fast heaving breath could be heard. He shuffled toward the room the muffled moans streamed from without screeching his legs.
He fucking needs to start acting. And after what he witnessed yesterday, Silas already determined that Sia must pay for messing with him.
She rejected him, his proposal, his volunteer to partner with her and rule the Monson family, and opened her legs for another guy.
Images of Lucas’s boxer shorts by the pool flashed through his mind as his mother’s moans slammed his ears.
He can hear it clearly, she’s enjoying the service of another man. Not just any common man but the personal assistant to the governor of Florida state.
Silas knows that whenever she flies from California to Florida she’s basically here to get laid. Though his mother had been trying to hide her little secret from him and others, Silas already knows.
Just like she found out Silas had been forcing himself on Sia because of his obsession with her is the same way Silas found out she’s been fucking the P. A to the governor.
One thing about Silas’s mother is that her condition can never be a hindrance to whatever she wants to do. Her condition can never hinder her from coming to Florida from time to time to get fucked into oblivion.
Silas stood by the door, drinking in her pleasure-filled moans, her outcry for more and her screaming of his name.
He quirks his lips in a smile, giving them the time to edge toward their crescendo before he barges in.
He’s giving them the time to enjoy their last moments together and as her cries and wail lanced deeply into his ears, he knew they are getting to their climax.
The right moment to barge in. Cocking his head, he glued his hand on the handle and swung it open, gently so they wouldn’t gasp in shock, thereby attracting attention.
The moment Silas donned his ski mask and planted his feet into the moan-filled room, the light powered again, flashing on the two people lying naked on the king-size bed.
Silas got a glimpse of his mother sprawled on the bed with her legs pulled apart. Then the governor’s
P. A. towered over her, one of his hands framed her breast while the other supported him on the bed as he prowled into her, faster, harder.
Silas watched to his content before tapping his fist on the vanity, startling them.
Shocked, the P. A and his mother sprang away from each other, trying to hide their bareness with any clothing. Silas breathes out a laugh at their futile attempt.
He rushed toward the P. A in a fit of rage, sank him into the bed and smothered him with a pillow. His mother gasped in shock at the scene that unfolded before her eyes.
She attempted to run but her leg negated her. She rolled away from the P. A side of the bed to hers, wondering who the heck the masked man is.
However, her morbid curiosity came to an end when Silas peeled the mask off his face, bashing his eyes on the woman.
His mother.
“What!?” She breathes out in utter shock.
But Silas didn’t speak as his phone rang, drawing back his attention.
“Cameras down.” The person from the other side gushed into the phone.
With a cocky grin, Silas shook his head and nodded. “Good.” He muttered and hung up the call.
Veering toward his mother, he took in the shock on her face. Silas rolled over, dragged the leather couch closer to her side of the bed, and sank into it.
Their eyes locked, hatred seeping through their gaze.
“You…” She uttered amid pent-up tears. “Just killed your…father.” She barked.
Her words stabbed Silas’s mind. He scoffed and stabbed his mother with his dark gaze.
“I knew from day one you fuck around. Right when I was fourteen.” Silas began.
Surprise also light up his mother’s face.
“Don’t be surprised. I always see condoms flying each crevice of your room every time I step inside.”
“Don’t…. say that…” She snipped.
“Let me finish.” Silas warned, eyes flaring. “I ‘ve seen you fuck numerous times. The night you planned to confiscate her life, which you successfully did was the same night I planned to take your leg.” A sharp complacent smile took over Silas’s lips.
His mother’s face shriveled in shock. She can’t believe what she’s hearing. So Silas is the reason she can’t walk again?
So he’s the reason she’s been in a wheelchair over the fucking years? She asked herself.
“How could you? I did it for your own good, you fool.” She croaked, unable to couch her emotions like she always did.
“You and I both know it’s
all a lie. I found out the day I heard the voicemail he…” Silas pointed at the dead governor’s P. A. “Sent to you. How you wanted to control the family.”
Silas paused, heaving heavily. “You connived to kill an innocent woman…”
“The widow was my worst enemy and I had to kill her. I had to kill Monson as well. Monson took me to bed when I was a minor which you know is a crime on its own, even if I consented it. That was before I met the man who really loved me.”
“Years later, I got pregnant with you and your father whom you just killed haven’t climbed the ladder of riches when he got me pregnant. So we devised the plan for Monson to marry me and father the child as his own. I made him sleep with me and pin the pregnancy on him.”
Silas jerked his head back at the news flash.
“He married me and kept the baby, in hope’s his favorite wife wasn’t pregnant. But she was. Three months after he died, I found out she’s pregnant. I was supposed to control the family and property but he demised everything to her, leaving me with nothing. Leaving you with nothing.”
“She ruled the family. She ruled me which I never liked because it thwarted my plans. You liked her as a mother but she’s the reason you’re left with nothing, Silas. Wake up” She bashed him a painful smile. Anger coursing through her that Silas killed her man.