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Kaitlyn*

"Where is he?! Where is that bastard?!" I yelled as I walked into the living room where a huge chair was seated amidst other small couches. Indeed it was a castle. A magnificent one as a matter of fact. And it made me wonder where Vlad got the money to buy such an expensive mansion when he was just the head of an organization of bloody assassins.

Vlad was getting attended to when I barged in the living room. There were about six young women, two helping him into his suit, one, helping him into his shoes, another running her hands into his hair while two others, caressing his body like filthy old whoring masseuses.

"You bastard." My fists curled up automatically when I saw him. "Where is Wesley?! Answer me!"

"Is that a way to talk to your father?" He answered softly. "The blood of the man, running through your veins?"

"I don't give a damn about who you are. Let me make something clear to you, you would never be a father to me. You good for nothing sick old, psycho!"

"Restrain