“The Cavalieri are not your sons, and best you remember that. Blood is what ties. Not oaths.” He growled. “I am off to bed.”
“Good night, Father.” I offered, and he merely shook his head. Luther Calthorpe had high expectations, and no matter what I did, he managed to up the bar. I’d run his operations in New Orleans single handedly for a years now, yet that still wasn’t enough.
* * *
Iwalked into our house, on the same grounds as our family estate, and climbed the spiral staircase, stumbling a little, gripping the railing to steady me. I wasn’t meant to come home tonight, but a shipment had been delayed, so I was back. On the way here, all I could think about was Guin, those strawberry lips, the scent of her pussy as I tasted her. She would open up to me. It was only a matter of time. She was different lately, lighter, happier. She smiled more. I liked to think that I was slowly chipping away at the shards of ice that had entrapped her heart. After climbing the stairs in the near dark, I ambled to my daughter's nursery, slowly pushing the door open. I covered the distance to her crib in just a few steps and smiled down at her. The soft light from her mobile illuminated her features, and she truly looked like an angel. She was perfection, just like her mother. I bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead.
“Sleep well, Bella.”
Maybe we would have a son soon, but my feelings for my daughter would never waver. She would always be my first. I remembered the first day I held her in my arms, kissed her forehead, and promised her that no harm would ever come to her as long as I lived.
Iheard Guin’s voice as I approached our bedroom door. And… No. I had to be mistaken... Her moans of ecstasy and elation reached me, sounds she’d never made for me. I steadied myself against the wall, an ache in my chest growing in intensity. My breath caught in my throat. It could not be. I certainly must’ve imagined it. My hand trembled on the doorknob, my vision blurring from a mixture of alcohol and anxiety.
As the door swung open, I took in the sight before me: My wife straddled atop a man, her back arched as she rode his cock, her mewls filling my ears, his hands gripping her waist. Her hair hung like a golden curtain between me and his face, and when she moved aside, I saw him. A guttural growl escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls.
“Daniel!” My eyes were seeing it, but my heart could not believe it. “Castello!” Shouts pierced my eardrums, and it took me a second to realize they were mine. I was shouting manically.
They both turned to me, their eyes wide in shock. In terror. He knew what I was capable off. She, my darling Guinevere, was about to find out.
She was off him in a split second, pulling the sheets around her, our sheets, trying to cover up her sin, but I’d seen it. I’d seen it all. She was fucking my best friend.
“Arthur -” I raised a hand to shut him up. I turned my gaze on him, and he froze.
“Arthur…” her voice was meek. My name was all I could make out, the rest of what she said not registering. I could not focus on a word either of them were saying, but they were mumbling things. There was a pounding in my head and ears, and then in my chest.
My hand was on the handle of my knife in an instant as I crossed the room. I straddled Daniel the same way she had, pinning him to the bed with one hand around his neck. This was my bed. The bed I’d fucked my unwilling wife on. The bed she’d lay lifelessly on as I’d plunged all I was into her. The bed she’d just shared with him. A man I had trusted. A man who had been like a brother to me.
“I trusted you!” I spat in the face of my best friend, my face inches from his. “I. Trusted. You.”
I slammed a fist into his temple, and he gasped, straining out his words. “It was a mistake, Arthur...”
I slammed another one into his nose, blood leaking down it.
“A mistake isn’t falling to my wife’s cunt, Castello. There are fucking rules, and you just broke them.” There was nothing more to say. The one thing a man doesn’t do is fuck the wife of his best friend. There is just no forgiving that.
“How long?” I had to know.
“It was me she was in love with before they forced her to marry you. But we’d never acted on it, not until three months ago, after the baby -” he whimpered.
I gripped his dark hair in my hands, jerking his head backward into the pillow before plunging the blade into one of his eyes. Blood and liquid splashed on my shirt and the pillows around him. His screams were guttural. So were hers.
“You were my right-hand man.” I hissed as I plunged the knife into his other eye. He was frothing at the mouth. “Go to hell, Castello, and I’ll meet you there.”
With one clean swipe, I slit his throat. Blood splattered everywhere, seeping from his throat on the pillow, soaking it. Guin’s screams filled the room and echoed in my ears. I didn't need to savor this. I needed to end it and quickly. I looked down at his bloody, eyeless face. He’d betrayed me. He’d stolen from me.
I got off him, and I lifted my eyes to her. I ran the blade down his chest, opening layers of skin as I went.
“Not so pretty anymore, huh?”
I held his limp cock in my hand. “Is this what you wanted all along, Guinevere?” I canted my head to the side. “Is this why I was never enough?”
“No,” she shouted, backing away from me. “That is not true.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. And yet, she was still so beautiful. “I love you, Arthur, I always have.”
I’d been waiting two years to hear those words. Two long years, and the lies that dripped from her mouth now were offensive. There is a madness that overcomes a man when he is betrayed, a madness that cannot be sated by words.
I lifted his average sized cock in my hand as I sawed through the flesh until I’d severed it from his body. Her mouth widened, and she shivered, her face as white as the snow falling on the ground outside.
A smile spread across my face as I walked around the bed toward my wife. I passed our wall length mirror and took in my dishevelled dark hair, the sweat on my shirt hugged my form, and my eyes. They were Luther’s cold blue black eyes. I was a madman.
