Sweet Sin – Chapter 17&18

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Sweet Sin – Chapter 17&18
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The order sounded like a face-first fall to surrender. Seraphina didn’t let it get cold before her legs lifted off the holy floor.

She sat on the table, spreading her legs without being told to.

She hadn’t met him for long, but she spent enough time with and around him to know the weight of sick things he’s thinking right now.

If pressed to her shoulders as she sat on that table. She felt the heaviness on her chest—coupled with the heaviness of her own breasts.

She spread those legs to each ends of the table—so wide. Her tight p$ssy sat pretty in the middle of those legs with the pinkest folds existing, swelled clit as a result of her wetness which was already dripping unto the table.

She’s clean-shaven—extra-clean, with really fleshy laps and the smoothest knees ever to crown it.

She swallowed another gulp as her eyes went up to meet the Dog in front of her—the Dog in Priest form.

And she likes the look she saw in his eyes. The way his eyes are focused in the middle of her legs like he wants to eat that meal right now. The way the blueness seemed to darken more and more and damn more.

The way his brows twitched. The way his lips seemed to twitch, too. The way his jaws ticked, and his hold on the candles went so tight…

The candles broke into equal halves.

She likes the way her plan worked. He has to like what he’s seeing for the plan to move forward, and she got confirmation that he likes it already.

She mightn’t be seeing his massive chest as it’s hidden beneath his vestments, but the clothes weren’t enough to hide the way his chest contracted underneath.

She pressed her teeth to her upper lip, giving it a bite.

The Church surrounding is as silent as a graveyard, and of course she’s scared that someone might enter, but her desperation is higher than her fear now. If anyone enters, she’s gonna shamelessly continue this.

She doesn’t give a f+ck.

But why isn’t he moving?

Did she misjudge?

Does he not like what he’s seeing?

She shifted to the edge of the table and re-widened her legs, grinding the table with her arse.

The shadows of the remaining three altar candles reflected on her br+àsts, dancing on the succulent flesh.

“I didn’t tell you to move,” Tobias finally cracked up, thickly.

“I’m impatient, Father. I need my sanity back.” Seraphina muttered.

“You came to me in search of sanity?” Tobias smirked, dropping the broken candles on the floor.

It left a large burn in the middle of his palm.

He stepped over the candles, and his large palms grabbed her laps.

Seraphina gasped throatily, wanting to grab his shoulders…

“Don’t touch me, yet.” He instructed, tone foreboding and cold it almost left a frostbite on her skin.

Her hands went back down.

She rested them on the space behind the table where her arse isn’t touching.

“You made a mistake,” he raised his lashes. “There’s no sanity here. Only unorthodox deeds.” He finished.

Seraphina’s chest slammed wildly.

Before she could get what was going to happen, he shoved one of the last three altar candles into her throat.

It’s still burning, but the unburnt base stayed in her mouth while the burning part stayed outside.

“You can’t moan, you can’t spit out the candle, and I won’t stop till the candle burns to the second fuckin’ half.” He instructed, darkly scary.

Seraphina couldn’t reply.

She didn’t even get the chance to nod before Tobias entered her p+ssy with two long fingers.

Seraphina gagged on the candle, her palms stinging on the table.

He didn’t stop inserting the fingers till they went all in. They disappeared into her p+ssy totally, settling so deep inside of her.

Seraphina’s life shook. She got lost in pains and pleasure from the merciless intrusion. Her throat tightened around the candle.

Her p+ssy walls stretched, following the lead of his fingers.

He didn’t lock eyes with her as he began moving. His eyes stayed on her chest—on the fresh br£+sts.

Her n1+pples are like round hard beads on top of her br£+sts. They’re madly er+ct, pointing forward.

She whimpered around the candle, saliva coating the stick, and tears coating her lashes.

His second hand held her lap while the first one f+cked her c+nt. His fingers are even better her bastard boyfriend’s d+ck in highschool.

That tiny d+ck can’t compare to these fingers in every world.

Now, if Tobias fingers are this addictively massive, then his c+vk would be destructive.

Seraphina has no idea how these thoughts made their way to her head, but maybe because she’s forbidden from moaning. Maybe because there are so many beautiful sounds she wants to make right now, but no chance to open her mouth.

Maybe because the candle is gagging her throat. Maybe because her p+ssy feels like it’s on fire.

Maybe because…her thighs are already shaking with the pressure of her crashing orgasm.

He hasn’t even spent five minutes drilling her. Yet, she’s dripping hard, staining the communion table with her juices. Her c+nt made wet noises as his fingers went in and out brutally, speeding mercilessly fast.

“You’re a damn lake, Dog.” Tobias spoke the first mocking word. “So shamelessly drenched. Tell me, are you always this wet? Or is it the thrill of the fact that we’re in a empty Church?” He brought his face closer, stealing her remaining air.

Seraphina bit into the candle, nearly swallowing it. Tasteless wax smeared across her tongue.

“Oh I forgot…you can’t speak now. You’re at my mercy…” He breathed jestingly, withdrawing his fingers but slamming them back into her greedy p+ssy immediately.

So rough. So deep. So hard.

Seraphina’s throat took in the candle, and she begged for mercy with her eyes, but he wouldn’t give her that.

Now, he’s plucking her sanity heartlessly with the finger thrusts.

He’s thrusting damn bad.

She did this to herself in the counseling box, but maybe her small fingers aren’t long and big as his own.

This is….

A whole new level.

Her p+ssy wept, cried, shed hot tears. She dripped too much it flooded down the legs of the table.

She squ+rted shamelessly.

Her squirt mixed with the communion wine on the ground.

Her bre+sts and arse bounced, pounding the oakwood table and spreading the liquid of her sin.

Her chest hollowed.

She wants to pass out. She lost her breaths along with her mind.

Tobias increased the pace of the finger rush, pinching her cl+t.

He used his other hand to caress the face of the p+ssy.

She shattered, for the third time.

She came so recklessly on his fingers.

Sweat grew on her skin pores, entering her eyes.

Now, her clothes and thongs already burned to ashes.

The candle fell off her mouth. She instantly held Tobias hand to her p+ssy. He was about to withdraw.

“Dog, don’t…don’t stop yet…” She swallowed, lips trembling, breaths shaky, heavy, rushed.

“I’m the bigger Dog here, you don’t get to stay satisfied as you wish.” Tobias deadpanned, sickly as his fingers came out wet.

He licked the finger base with his tongue, then shoved the top of it to her small mouth.

She licked, too.

She badly wants to hold his wrist while she licked his finger juice, but he clearly said she’s not allowed to touch him. But why?

With deliberate slowness, he slipped the finger out of her mouth.

When she jumped down from the table, her br+àsts and a+s did a deadly bounce, again.

Tobias didn’t look at them.

This shit is bit by bit.

No devil in his right mind eats his offerings at once.

This one is only a warm-up.

He’s gonna enjoy this torment. He’ll enjoy the corruption and defilement.

“Go to the shelter donation room,” he directed. “Find yourself something.”

Seraphina moved immediately.

This time, Tobias looked.

A naked temple, walking in the Church, bouncing so hard.

That a+s…

How perfectly would it spread if he splits it apart and f+cks her as+h0le till she sheds hot tears.

Holy hell…

She has no idea what awaits her.

She came out of the room five minutes later, wearing a body-hugging dress.

It’s supposed to be free, but her curves took all of it.

She obviously looks uncomfortable as she walked back to him.

She slipped her feet in her shoes and stood expectantly in front of him.

“Go outside the gate. A car will be waiting with Jude inside. He’ll take you to a high-end hotel. Stay in the booked room till you get my call.” He gave her a burner phone.

She took it slowly.

Their gazes separated slowly too, and she walked out of the Church.

Tobias turned back to the defiled altar, rolling his eyes around her mess of squ+rt on the table. Candles and her burnt clothes on the ground.

“This is only the start of your desecration, f+ckin altar.” He uttered, face darkening more.

He retrieved his phone and punched a text to Jude.

As he typed, his eyes and rain clouds shared a shade. He threw his head back, placing the tip of his tongue between his front teeth.

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[Nuns Convent]

The general prayers ended at past 8.

Nuns have the remaining minutes before 10pm to rest before going for communion.

While some went to the fruits garden behind the convent to gather fruits for fast breaking, some sat at the convent passage, chatting extensively about the Sunday crowd.

“Everyone knows who they really came for. They were commenting nonstop on the Priest’s eyes. Is he the first man to posess blue eyes?”

“The Priest is bringing new faces to Church, that’s all I want.”

“I don’t think it’s only about his blue eyes alone, but his aura. There’s just something about him.”

Different opinions and sentences floated the air, and as Nun Estelle entered the passage with her bowl of dirty clothes, she stopped to listen.

She’s on her way to the lavatory to wash her garments, but anything about Tobias? She’s in.

She smiled when she heard the positive talks about him. She can’t wait to got for communion to break this fast by 10. He’ll be feeding them the communion anyways.

She misses him.

“Let’s say we aren’t Nuns, that we’re free to have romantic relationships, how many of y’all would be willing to date Father Tobias?” She asked.

Every Nun present in the passage raised her hand immediately, including Estelle herself.

“I knew it!” Estelle smiled, pushing her bowl of clothes to a side.

She sat to gossip with them.

At the end of the passage, Nun Ruth stood alone, leaning on the banister with her elbows.

She’s seeing and hearing everything, but she pretended not to.

Seeing how all the Nuns raised their hands at Estelle’s question, she pinched herself on the arm.

It has always been like that. Every female have always wanted him.

Even with the fact that he was a popular wicked cultist in Hollow University, ninety-nine percent of the campus girls would let him f+ck them on the bare ground.

Some called him Blue-Eyed Satan.

Some called him Black Rose.

His cult members called him Wrath.

Tobias once visited a lecturer, butchered him in his tub, and delivered all his peeled skin in a box to the Chancellor’s office with a black rose on the cover of the box.

The cops found no evidence against him. He has a way of erasing evidences without a trace.

Yeah, he’s like that.

But still,

Girls would gladly spread their p+ssy wide. And those girls included her.

She spread her p$ssy wide for him, too. He f+cked her so good, multiple times in different positions, and she fell madly for that cruel bastard.

But he…

“Nun Ruth?” Nun Grace called, bringing her out of her thoughts.

She turned to see Grace approaching, and she quickly walked away before Grace could reach her.

Grace knotted her brows. “Is she ok?”

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[8:30PM]

‘Hotel Hennessey’ Flashed in neon elegantly in front of the skyscraper when Jude brought the car to a stop.

The hotel is alone in a quiet industrious street, but it’s a private hotel which only accepts bookings.

Seraphina stared at the hotel through the window of the backseat she’s at.

She really met Jude waiting in front of the Church gate, and she literally jumped in the car with him. Jude provided her with the scarf and black shades she’s wearing now.

She came down with Jude, and he led her into the hotel without a word.

Lobby is empty, but they met two concierges at the receiving table.

“Jude Achilles,” he showed them his exclusive booking card on his phone screen. Tobias must have booked the hotel in Jude’s name.

The concierges confirmed it within a second, then they gave them big, welcoming smiles. “Welcome to Hotel Hennessy. Follow me, please.”

Jude motioned for Seraphina to follow, and she pulled down her short gown before following.

Her eyes are a little blurry.

Her medical lenses are cheap ones—sensitive to sweat, so the sweat that entered her eyes while sinning with Tobias in church must have soaked it.

She’ll be needing another pair of lens, or her glasses—preferably.

The elevator moved smoothly, and she counted the seconds.

This is a new length entirely.

And there’s no going back now that she willingly plated herself on a golden platter to Satan.

She can’t believe she begged him for more of his fingers. She can’t fuckin believe she did that.

She rested her head on the elevator wall, releasing a heave.

Was her body that hungry?

What’s she sinking into?

F+ck.

The elevator opened at her floor with a soft ding, and she stepped out with Jude and the concierge.

The concierge gestured at a really large suite, and Seraphina gasped under her disguises.

That suite? Hers? Why?

Wait…the deal she made with Father Tobias came with this?

“The description in the booking said this is a lodging of secrecy, so I understand that this lady is the lodger.” The concierge said.

“Right,” Jude nodded. “Anything she asks, drop it at her door. You’re not allowed to enter, and I hope this suite isn’t packed with cameras?”

“No, sir.” The concierge continued. “This is a top private VVIP suite. No cameras. No bugs.”

She left them, and Jude faced Seraphina.

“It’s all yours,” he informed.

“I can ask for anything at all?” She quickly reconfirmed.

“Trust me,” Jude nodded. But you can’t call anyone except the Priest.”

“I understand that,” Seraphina said with a nod, proceeding into the Suite.

There’s a exotic living room, a dinning room, fancy bathroom with a wide tub and closets. A large bedroom with a wide-ass soft bed.

She had a camp bed at home cos her parents said she didn’t deserve a queen-size bed. She didn’t have a tub at home, just shower, cos her parents said she didn’t deserve a tub.

Her room at home was small like a bird cage—no closet. She had her clothes in bags, she wasn’t allowed to eat at the dinning table.

And it was the same in Dean’s Estate.

So…this much made her smile a bit.

Even if she’ll be staying here for only a day, it’ll be worth it.

She fell in bed heavily, spreading her arms and legs.

This reminded her of how she spread her legs on top of the communion table. Her stomach did the flip.

She took the burner phone. The wallpaper is plain black.

No apps except the Dial which only has a line saved as ‘Wrath’

“Wrath?” She sounded, staring for a long while. “Is that like his nickname?” She muttered.

But she suddenly spranged up when her mind logged to Allison.

She needs to call Allison, but she has been instructed not to call anyone.

Also, where would she find a phone? This burner can only dial Tobias.

So, she fell back in bed, tired and sore from his fingers.

She needs a bath. She needs cigar. She needs food. And sleep.

She pressed the room attendant bell, and in two minutes, an attendant rang her doorbell.

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[8:50 – Asphalt Kings Road]

The rival racer gang of Asphalt Kings are called Rednecks.

They have more muscular guys than Asphalt Kings, but their skills on the road is mid. They’ve never won a race against Asphalt Kings.

Not when Saint is still here.

This road belongs to Asphalt Kings, but Rednecks get invitations to come race with them frequently.

Tonight is one of such nights, but none of the screamers screamed any name from the Rednecks racers.

S.S Saint’s is on the lips of everybody.

He’s the only one racing against three Rednecks on the road.

Tino sat with the screamers. He led the screaming for his best friend.

“S.S Graves!!!”

“F+ck that road like my c+nt!!”

“Crush the tar!!”

“Saint!”

“Saint!!!!!!!!!!”

Dora is a part of the crowd.

She wore one of her excessively big black shades, arms folded across her chest as she watched from the middle of the chaotic crowd.

She wore a face cap, so she’s not recognized, but people around are are trying to figure out who she is cos her perfume? It’s murderous.

Dora has always been a sucker for choky perfumes.

It’s not her first time here.

She comes here weekly to watch her muse—Saint.

She didn’t get discharged from the hospital yet cos her chest hasn’t even started healing, but she discharged herself and came here.

Even if she died before tonight, she’d rise from the sand to come watch.

She didn’t scream like the others. She’s a silent watcher.

Under her shades, her eyes followed Saint on his bike, steadily.

“Saint!”

“Saint!”

The chanting of his name got louder again, blocking out every name.

On his bike, Saint let go of his handlebars.

He raised his hands to the air and freed the bike, racing like that.

For a minute, everyone stopped screaming, holding their breaths, trapping the minutes in their lungs.

The leader of the Rednecks looked terrified by that move on his bike.

This road is slippery, how would anyone free a bike on top of….

Saint grabbed his handlebars back towards the end of the race.

The racers took different corners, and three minutes later, they appeared at the finishing spot.

Saint led the race, again.

“I love you bastard!!!” Tino screamed, laughing as the chant of Saint resumed from the crowd.

“S.S!!!!”

Saint arrived at the end of the race and got down from his bike with a jump, getting rid of his half-gloves and the singlet he’s wearing.

He offered himself in the middle of the girls, and they didn’t waste the opportunity. Palms rubbed his body, more screams erupted. Some even stroked his dî+ck through his p+nts.

“My d+ck will always rise after winning. It’s a f+cking big turn on!!” He yelled energetically.

Laughter cracked in their midst as Tino passed him a bottle of beer.

Rednecks leader entered their midst, getting into Saint’s face.

He didn’t say anything. He only glared with flaring nose, his beards and moustache looking like they haven’t seen blade for months.

Saint gave him a nonchalant stare, still downing his beer.

Rednecks eventually left with their leader, and the road loudened again.

Dora got back in her car and removed her shades.

Even on her car leather seats, Saint’s face is drawn on every space. One would think Saint owns the car.

She looked at him one more time and drove off.

Immediately her car moved, Saint turned his neck from the middle of the crowd.

He stared at the back view of the car, then he drank from his beer again, face twisting.

“Why are you staring at the car?” Tino asked, noticing.

Saint faced him. “I’m not stalking just one girl, Tino.” He said.

“They’re two?” Tino frowned.

Before Saint could reply, Saint’s phone breathed in his pocket.

He reached for it.

His face twisted harder when he saw it’s Uncle Will.

Saint is to come and control the Memorial Estates tommorow night cos Uncle Will would be unavailable.

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[Allison’s Mansion]

Allison nearly threw her phone at the wall after she lost her last hope on Seraphina’s whereabouts.

She likes the fact that it’s unknown to cops, but she wants to know it.

She wants to be sure she’s ok.

She dropped her cup of watermelon juice that now tastes sour.

She left her room and dragged her legs moodily to the living room.

The front door instantly barged open, letting Dean and Kelly inside.

They came with a flood of guards who came for Allison.

“The f+ck?” She backed up. “How did you enter? What the f+ck are y’all doing in my house!”

The guards yanked her by the arms, and her knees flew up to attack, but those knees were slammed down with the head of a gun.

She went down with a yelp, landing painfully on the floor.

Kelly came close and kicked her in the face. Allison’s mouth spat warm blood to the floor.

“Told you, you ain’t shit, bî+ch. I am the shit. I am the future First Lady of Wrath Investments Empire!” Kelly claimed, rounding Allison’s body.

Now, Dean is seated like an Emperor, relaxed and calm with the guards behind him like bouncers.

He leaned forward, grinning at Allison’s face. “I planned to jail your shithead for infringement, but I had a second thought,”

“You sent the invites of the Charity dinner, and you have the emails of all the guests. Baron West was at the dinner, and he’s in possession of the hottest property in this city right now. I mean…the abandoned burnt supermarket.” He explained.

“There are already so many eyes on that property, but Redd Holdings must be the one who gets to buy the property. You know why?” Kelly squatted beside Allison.

“The supermarket will be demolished, and a vast estate will be built on the land by Redd Holdings. Wrath Investments Empire will invest on it for Redd Holdings, and we get our sweet returns effortlessly.”

“Now,” Dean placed his shoe on Allison’s mouth. “Go get your laptop, send the mail and set up a meeting with Baron West tomorrow at noon.” He ordered.

“In your damn dreams!” Allison spat through her bloody mouth.

“Too bad, your pretty little sister Bexley would have to die young.” Kelly smiled tragically.

Allison’s eyes widened.

—

Ten minutes later, Kelly and Dean came out of the house.

They were able to force Allison to send the mail. Now they get to meet Baron tommorow at noon and make plans with him before the official land sale in the evening.

They got in their car, and leaned close at the same time, lips meeting in a deep, nasty kiss.

“Did you alert the hitmen yet?” Kelly asked through the kiss.

“Yeah. By tomorrow, the Rectory would be robbed.” Dean smiled.

“Calls for celebration!” Kelly winked. “Let’s f+ck in front of her house.”

Dean didn’t argue.

He never does.

He received Kelly’s hole on his d+ck as she sat on his laps, skirt folded.

The car bounced back and forth as their f+cking went intense, all in front of Allison’s house.

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[Hotel Hennessy – Seraphina’s Suite]

Music is on.

Loud, blasting music.

On the table, there’s wine, peppered chicken br+ast, and a cigar box.

Seraphina’s hair moved with her body as she danced around the room, trying to get herself happy.

A cigar stick is stuck between her lips, she smoked slowly.

She had the best bath of her life in the fancy tub and ate first-class pasta at the expensive dining.

She used the massaging chair, but she couldn’t sleep, so she resorted to this.

She wore only a lace panty and a lace bra. The only two clothing on her skin as she danced around, twirling, trying to whine. She’s not a good dancer. She doesn’t even know how to dance, but any move is a move.

She used her waist, throwing her hair around and blowing smokes— not in excess. She smokes moderately.

She grabbed the wine bottle to drink, but it reminded her of the wasted wine in the Church—the one she pushed away from the communion table.

She gave her upper lip a bite.

Such a bloody sinner.

But she did it for herself, and the guilt isn’t drowning her.

That’s progress.

She quickly grabbed her burner phone when it buzzed on the table.

It’s a text from Wrath.

• Tommorow, 7pm. Get dressed, and I don’t mean a stupid suit. Wear a dress, and not fuckin black or bloody white. Wear another damn colour, you’ll find tasteful choices in the closet. A private car will come pick you up to your first mission. Check your mail for the mission details.

Seraphina sat immediately, clicking on her mailbox.

—

[Next Day – Redd Estate]

“Dean is making sure we get Baron West contract?” Acosta said as he ate breakfast with Kimmy.

“Him marrying that Frump isn’t his end of deeds with us. I think he wants long-term cos working with our Redd Holdings is insanely profitable. He’ll secure the contract for us, and he’ll also invest in it. He knows his returns would be huge like the ongoing giant hotel contract.” Kimmy explained.

“It’s not surprising that he’s the richest CEO in the city,” Acosta shrugged. “Other investors wait for deals to come find them, but Dean looks for surest deals himself to invest on. He’s good.”

“You can say that again,” Kimmy smiled, facing him.

Acosta knew what she wanted immediately. He kissed her.

“Mm! You’ve been real sweet since I returned from the hospital.” She smiled widely.

“I just hope we really get Baron West property. Your parents look happy these days, and if we lose that property, then they’ll crash out. If they crash out, you know they’ll take it all out on me.” Acosta replied.

“Chill,” Kimmy blinked. “Dean used Allison to set a meeting with Baron West. He’ll meet Baron at noon, and by 7pm, we get the land at the sales event. Trust me.”

“And i’ll make sure dad never makes you wash his car again.” She added.

“If only you could stop guiding Peach the wrong way too.” Acosta muttered between veggies in his mouth.

“Get off that topic, nigga.” Kimmy gave him a instant glare.

“Stop calling me the N word, Kimmy!” Acosta snapped.

“Mum? Dad?” Peach joined them, ready for school in her uniform.

Her maid dressed her up elegantly.

“Sweetheart, your favorite butter is on the table with the toast bread.” Kimmy told her with a smile.

Acosta pulled a chair out, and Peach settled on it, picking a toasted slice with sliced tomatoes in the middle.

“When the f+ck will the Talentless Frump be arrested? I’m getting impatient.” She suddenly said.

Acosta gasped. “The hell? You’re saying the F word now?”

Kimmy raised her palm, and Peach stuck her own palm with it.

“That’s my girl,” Kimmy encouraged.

Acosta lost appetite, dropped his fork on the tomatoes and left the dinning.

—

[Savior’s Alive Church – 7PM]

Workers counseling is ongoing, right inside the Church.

They’re all gathered listening to Tobias who’s talking so eloquently in the front, voice s+ductive.

Jude is one of the front seaters on the Brothers seat, and while half his mind is on what Tobias is saying, the other half is deep in thoughts.

Thoughts about himself.

Isn’t he sinning now?

He could feel his faith slipping into the mud, all cos of Father Tobias.

He’s the one who dropped Seraphina in his Rectory. Seraphina spent the night in that Rectory, and he’s still the one who drove her back to the city the next morning.

Also, he drove her to a high-end hotel last night.

All on Father Tobias orders.

Tobias even used his name to book the hotel room.

Several sins Tobias made him commit, and now he doesn’t trust himself anymore.

He’s scared.

On the Nuns seat, Nun Ruth is part of the front seaters, too.

She tried, hard.

She tried very hard to not stare at Tobias, but there’s no stopping it cos he’s right in front of hers anyways.

He’s talking, giving holy counselling like he’s not a God of Ruin.

Like he’s not the most unhinged man existing in this world.

Like he’s not a sinner.

Like he’s not Satan himself—Satan on the alter.

She wrapped her palms on her garment, knotting hard.

She planned to stay off the sins of the world, that’s why she came here, but now the sin she ran from is in here to torment her again.

Him.

Her sin.

Her torture.

The picture of his veiny c+vk and the dimples on his back appeared briefly in her head. She gasped.

Where did that come from?

She rushed out of the Church.

That didn’t affect Tobias preaching. He didn’t even halt.

Standing on the altar where he thrusted a p+ssy last night is a new sick fantasy—a newly unlocked kink.

He’s getting off on it.

Nun Estelle is the most serious listener here. She’s even jotting points down from his counsel.

So sweet to her ears.

Meanwhile, outside the Church, Dean’s hitmen jumped in through the fence after professionally offing barbed wires from it.

There are five of them, masked with facecloths and armed with pistols as they clawed under the shadows of the compound gardens and trees.

Locating the Rectory was easy.

Dean already told them where it was located. They broke the door lock and entered too easily.

“The f+ck?” They muttered under their masks when they witnessed the black walls like jail wall.

“Who the hell paints their house interior black?”

“Dean already said he’s a sick-head, so shut the f+ck up. Let’s get the money and get the hell out.”

They concentrated solely on finding the money, following the three hints Dean gave them.

Below the bed. Behind the cellar. Behind the bookshelf.

They split themselves as they searched the three spots under the weak lights of the Rectory.

Grimm sat on top of the ceiling, watching them silently.

It’s like the dog has been told to not act on it, so it just watched them without their knowledge.

The hitmen punched open the weak bookshelf wall, and the money poured out in wads.

Dollars!

Friggin’ dollars!

Bundles of it!

They threw more punches at the wall, and more dollars poured.

They exchanged happy glances.

“Holy m+therf+ckin’….shit!”

—

[Sales Event]

It’s 7:10PM, but the event started at 7 prompt with the arrival of the interested buyers of the property.

There are like thirty company representatives in the hall, awaiting the arrival of the seller—Baron West.

Everyone wants the property as there’s an undeniably huge profit for any building rebuilt on that land.

Dean isn’t here.

Kelly isn’t here too.

They only met with Baron West at noon and finalized the deal with him at 10B, so it’s sure Redd Holdings will be getting the land tonight.

Kimmy came with Marley as Redd Holdings representatives.

The mere sight of them made the other companies wary.

Redd Holdings never lose contract to others. It has never happened.

The sales grounds opened, and price proposals began coming in.

Kimmy and Marley sat cockily at the end of the hall, waiting for the others to haggle for nothing while they get the land effortlessly.

The other companies didn’t offer more than 9B. Everyone of them stopped at that same amount.

“Broke-ass companies,” Kimmy grinned. “What are they even doing here if all they can spit is 9? Don’t you find it funny too, dad?” She faced Marley for answer.

“The game of power is never
Interesting if there aren’t fools at the base of the table.” Marley responded, glasses looking bony on his eyes.

“10B!” Kimmy shouted, ending the haggling as all eyes turned to them.

“I knew it! Redd Holdings never lose…f+ck it!” Another company representative complained.

Baron West stood, smiling, “And the land is sold for 10 Bil—”

“12 Billion!” A new buyer announced, interrupting the room with her presence and voice.

The voice sounded familiar, so Marley and Kimmy stood.

The other representatives turned their necks, taking a look at the woman in blue dress who just entered the hall.

Fitted blue dress that gave her perfect curves a hug, black jacket hung over her shoulders, wide black hat over her head, ankle-strap heels, and her silky hair fell to her lower back.

She held a suitcase.

In the exact middle of the front row, she stopped walking, slightly lifting her hat with her right hand.

Seeing the face, Kimmy and Marley stretched their eyes, shock hitting.

Seraphina lifted her hat slightly again, revealing more of her face.

The order she received was to dress up, come here in the private car with a check of 12B and buy the land.

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And she’s doing just that.

“I said,” she faced Baron West. “12 Billion Dollars, m+therf+cker.”

“Sold for 12 Billion Dollars!” Baron West announced.

Seraphina smiled, venomously.

“Seraphina?” Marley sounded, removing his glasses.

“This ain’t real!” Kimmy shouted, rushing to the front.

TBC.