“What in the goddamn name of Incestuous Father-Daughter relationships?” Neon said. The two people who had to be legally deaf to not have heard them looked up and quickly separated. “Y’all are seriously some nasty-@ motherFüçkers.”
“Wait! We can explain!” Yulia put the sheet around her and moved away from Wolfgang. “It’s not what you’re thinking. Trust me it’s not what you’re thinking!” the shocking thing was that she spoke in an American accent, but she was Russian through and through.
“The Math ain’t Mathing,” Neon shook his head.
“The Language ain’t Languaging,” Venom put his hand on Neon’s shoulder.
“The Situation ain’t Situationing,” Bandit put his hands on his hips.
“What the Füçk do you two bimbos think you’re doing?” Ryat furiously spun the axe in his hand and made moves to the pair. He was balling his fist so hard the stiff veins in his arms twitched. He started ripping his shirt off from how hot he’d become. “This is my mom’s mansion and you animals are Füçking in here? You Füçking contaminated her home. I’m k!lling the both of you.”
“Wait wait!” Wolfgang begged, also with an American accent. “Hear us out! It’s not what you think.”
“Both a y’all got .95 milliseconds to explain what the Füçk is going on in Carnage’s d@mn mansion,” Neon cracked his knuckles. “Times up. Boys, let’s Füçk them up.”
Ryat threw the axe at Yulia, she ducked but the axe managed to peel her wig off and hook it deep into the wall. Everyone gasped, Yulia had short curly brown hair under the long, straight jet black one. “Hold the Füçk up. What’s going on here? And I want the truth or both of y’all are gonna die.”
“Okay. We’ll talk. First of all, Yulia isn’t my daughter, she’s my wife. We’re paid actors. Everything was a lie,” Wolfgang pulled his pants up and quickly buckled the belt around it. “The real Yulia and Wolfgang are in Falkon City. Here’s a picture of them,” the man opened a black wallet and handed a picture to Ryat–his hand started shaking in terror when he looked up in dark and murderous gray eyes. The bloodlust in them could be seen from even a blind man. This guy–Ryat–wanted to skin him alive then chop his body into minced meat. “P-please…” he begged.
Ryat’s sizzling anger finally controlled him and he grabbed the man by his neck with his callous hands. He slammed his head into a table, breaking it into pieces then flung him into the wall with brute force. The man was crying from the pain he was in while his ‘wife’ screamed his name, it was Jax. Ryat didn’t care about anyone or anything in that moment, he grabbed one of the man’s arms and broke it on his knee–the snapping sound it made was music to his ears.
He threw the man on the bed and started choking the life out of him but Neon came just in time to pull him off. Ryat was livid when he was interrupted. “What the Füçking hell is your deal?”
“Listen you Raging Bull, cut it the Füçk out. Can’t you see he’s got important information to tell us? If you k!ll him how the Füçk we gon’ know what’s up? Calm your horses and think rationally Ryat. You’re not the only one who wants to use a scissor to cut his balls off,” Neon had his arm on Ryat’s chest to prevent him from moving any closer. “We need to know what’s up, man. Chill.”
That wasn’t enough to quench his thirst for blood and m*rder, but Ryat understood his words and nodded. “Aight, fine. I’ll keep my cool,” he looked back at the man crying on the bed and stepped in his stomach with much force. “Tell us everything.”
“Everything was made up. About the arranged marriage Sh|t, longtime friendship, everything was a big lie. Your father was the one who did this. We’re actors. He paid us to do this!” Jax’s wife crawled to her husband and held him. “My husband and I are local gangsters, we work for the Bloody Creek Street Gang. We’re both professionals at faking accents–so Theodore thought us to be perfect. The real Wolfgang is the Don of a Gang known as The Wolvez; and it’s a rival of both the Ravenhood Gang and the Paloma Cartel. Theodore only did this because he knew if you got married he’ll be getting a lot of money. Your Grandfather was the richest man around, he left over thirty billion dollars in a will. Apparently, your Grandfather really wanted you to get married, he agreed to give Theodore thirty billion dollars if he got you married before you turned twenty.
“I don’t know if you’re in an arranged marriage with the actual Miss Yulia, known as Lady Saw. Theodore never gave us that information. But the real Wolfgang is a Mafia Boss and he’s a dangerous man; if you were actually betrothed to his daughter he’d come get you and there’s nothing you would be able to do about it. And if you resisted everyone here would be k!lled. Theo is not a good man. He hasn’t even paid us yet,” the wife was the one who explained. “Also, Wolfgang and Theodore were friends. Your father is an ex Mafia boss.”
The room was silent.
Everyone inside and around was stunned wordless. They waited for Ryat to say something, but not even he knew what to say.
“Look,” she picked up the picture. “This a picture taken many years ago. In it is Wolfgang, Lady Saw, your father, and Madrina Lucifero.”
He grabbed it from her hand and examined it. It was a black and white pic and looked extremely old with man crushed and the sides torn off. He indeed recognises his father there, Wolfgang and Yulia, but the woman next to his dad…the piece with her head had been torn away. That must’ve been his mother; was his mother in the Mafia?
“We aren’t them. This is all just makeup,” she started wiping the pale concealer away and it started to reveal a more caramel tone. Then she removed her husband’s wig, he had black hair. she also tore his beard off, ultimately removing most of the fake things they had worn.
“I have two questions for you,” Neon placed one foot and the bed and leaned on it. “Why did you attempt to k!ll Syahla and why did this sick-Füçk leave come on Meira’s underwear?”
