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Sweet Sin – Chapter 55&56
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“Father,” her breaths cracked, falling between pants and asphyxiation. But above all, her desperation to get filled, and her thirst for something veiny fuelled her starvation.
She let go of the rosary, vibrating under him when she felt his length pressing against her p$sy, teasing her heat and doubling the warmth.
She felt her waist clenching, hips flesh bunching. Breeze blew in from the open windows, hardening her n+ples more and toughening her bellybutton. She bit her lip.
He never said a thing after that.
He just stayed on top, staring like a ripper, ruining her harder with those eyes, razing every remaining self-control she had to the ground.
Those destructively deep blueness. Maybe she shouldn’t have come late. Maybe she should have came earlier than she should have been. Maybe if she did, he’d be inside her right now.
She could smell the thickness of her own arousal, and she has never smelled anything darker.
Church. Altar. Candles. Nakedness. Juices. Cold Breeze. Dark Marble. Zero lights. D+k & P+ssy.
Never in her life had she dreamt that this deadly combo would make her wet, but here she is, under the Priest, shamelessly ready for c+k.
“Get it.” His voice is rougher now, holding a deadlier weight which made her hand move.
Her right hand.
It wrapped around his c+k, and it felt just like she imagined. It’s her first time touching his c+k, first time feeling him on the lines of her palm.
So warm, thick, veiny as she remembered. She felt the coldness of the piercing at the crown.
She pressed that crown to her cl+t first, letting the wet flesh get a feel of the pink warmth. She rubbed his crown on her cl+t, intentionally.
“You’re a nasty-ass c+k tease. Yeah, you get points for that.” Tobias’s gaze twirled as she stared at her eyes.
“I just….” She bit her lip again, deep enough to split flesh. Her eyes look like she’s high on codeine or harder drugs. “I like how this feels.”
“And how is that?” He whispered.
“Good.” She rubbed his crown on her flaps again, letting the piercing ring kiss her cl+toris. “So f+kin sweet.”
“Go all the way in. Get everything you want, Sera. You won’t get scolded.” He tilted up slightly on his elbows to look at what’s going on between.
He saw the way her palm wrapped on the có+k, and the fact that the small palm could barely contain it made him smirk obscenely. That palm is only fragile for the crocheting needle.
But he doesn’t care. He likes it—the smallness of her palm around it, and the warmth of the palm, too, bounding his chunk tight.
Holding his c+k with her painted new nails like that? F+k, he loves the blue color on the nails—the way it matches the color of his eyes.
He likes the way she looks fragile and breakable, and the fact that he’s the only one who knows she’s not what she looks like. Seraphina might look pure, but she’s far from it, and he’s going to enjoy dipping her in the tunnel of filth till she becomes what she’ll fear, by herself.
She went in, holding his c+k, but the motherfucker won’t go in past the crown. It refused to enter.
“It won’t fit, damn. It won’t….” She nearly cried, disappointed graping her. “It won’t fuckin’…”
Tobias got a hold of the holy oil from the altar, sprinkling his c+k with the liquid and some on her p$ssy.
“Try again, damn. Get what you fuckin want, and be greedy.”
And Seraphina tried the insertion again. His piercing ring kissed her cl+t again, giving her that sling of sensation she can’t even stop loving as she pushed him deeper.
She moaned, liking the sliding.
With the oil acting as lube, it was easier. Though, still tight around her entrance, but once the crown was in, she pushed the rest in forcefully, tearing herself up, slicing her flesh.
“F+k!” She sniffled. “You’re so big.”
“And you’re so damn tiny, Anathema.” Tobias growled hotly into her ear, chest crushing her br+sts as he helped her push the rest inside.
“Oh Gawd!” She bit that lip again. “Oh Gawd! Oh Gawd. My…my legs…”
“He’s right here on top of you. All you have to do is leave yourself wide open and receive him.” He breathed, so hot against her skin as he began moving, pushing his waist and flexing his thighs with every insertion.
It wasn’t slow, wasn’t fast—just in-between, allowing her to get used to what’s coming for her, introducing her to what she got into.
Her p+sy expanded, again, for him.
“Shit!” She covered her mouth with her palm, biting into her flesh. “Ohhh… Father… Father…. Ahh!!”
He left the initial thrust pace and fell into the real pace he had planned for this ministration, slashing into her like he was going to hurt her.
Seraphina’s palm fell off her lips, limping on the floor, eyes burning with crushed galaxies. She felt him everywhere. In her stomach, around her walls. He stretched her to her ends, and her legs bucked, too.
“Ahh…hh…hhh….f+k it…oh my… Father…I’m so f+kin…gawd, I’m dead. Jesus damn…ahh…”
Seraphina lost her balance even on that floor. She could only lay like a good girl and take his brutal f+k which dismantled her insides.
The corner of her eyes blended with each other, and she saw pitch black for a second, but when her sight returned, she saw his blue eyes.
His rosary dangled on her face, and his lips are parted as he drove into her, over and over again.
His c+k hit her womb, nearly puncturing the organ.
“Gawd! Please….” She trembled, her ten fingers shaking. “Please… Please don’t stop. Please don’t… don’t stop fuckin’ my p+sy. I….damn!”
Her m+ans cut and died yet again, leaving the words thrashing against the threshold of death.
He didn’t stop looking at her.
As he tore her c+nt beneath his body, he was looking at her. He didn’t blink, like he was cursed to stare.
His lashes didn’t hug, but his lips are slightly parted, and Seraphina faintly thought of what it’d feel like to kiss those fine lips.
Has he kissed before? Would he want to kiss her lips for kissing sake?
Like…kiss and forget?
Her thoughts met a early demise when he slowed down on her, but then, he began whining, waist moving in slow circles as his midsection slammed her entrance.
Her brows arched, mouth fell open, and eyes blurred again.
She lost her sight completely for a minute, seeing all black, just enjoying the sweet circles.
His hand went down.
While his c+k ruined her, his palms took her br+sts, squeezing, fondling, digging his fingers in till they memorized the sizes of each n+pple.
He deep-throat her br+@sts, teasing his throat with her large n+pples.
Her head tilted, arch going deeper between her brows.
She received another circle thrust in her p+sy, and she folded.
“Yeah….”
Another one came.
“Oh yeahhh..”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“I love this…f+k….I…. wanna keep feeling this way. Please don’t stop.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Yeah, Father. Right there, father. You’re so f+kin addictive….so fucking warm and full.”
“I love the way you fill me up….”
“I know you do,” Tobias talked, deciding to break out of his mute.
“I know you know I do,” she pulled at his rosary again.
“You’re nothing without this c+k, you know that.” He whispered.
“Yessssssss….” She drawled. “Ahhh…”
“And you live for the thrusts, don’t you? Seraphina?” He opened her mouth with his fingers.
Now it’s his turn to spit inside.
She kissed his six packs with the spit, drawing slippery carpets.
“I do,” she breathed. “But you won’t deny you can’t do without this sweet p$ssy, would you? Huh?” She choked him with the rosary again.
“For the record, it’s the best I’ve ever tasted, and of course f+ked.” He smirked into her br+sts.
Her hands went lost in his hair as she pulled the strands. She liked his hair instantly—the sleekness.
The healthiness.
Their lips came dangerously close, but the kiss never happened.
Seraphina’s palms balled on the marble, but now, the circular movements are over.
Tobias picked up his pace again, riling up her p+sy.
Taking it.
Wild thrusts.
Brutal, wicked insertions.
“Ahhh…” She went rigid, unable to tell where she even started.
“Father…. Fû+k! Yess!!”
Skins slapped, heads blanked, intoxication became unbridled till Tobias was actually thrusting like he wants her to drop dead under him.
She trembled again.
Her knees went weak like bones are gone. Even her hips and waist went slack. Her sight blurred.
And what killed her completely? He inserted two fingers in her c+nt together with his có+k.
She lost her brains. Her c+nt went hotter than she can handle.
“No… gawd…it’s too….too much….I can’t….can’t take it. Father…”
“I….I can’t….but it’s…. it … It feels good but….I’m…I’m not breathing….”
“I don’t want you to…stop…but….I…. can’t…. fuckin… take this far…”
“Black…. Rose…”
She called the safe word, and he went completely still immediately.
Not even a second late.
He stopped, pulled out, climbed down from his peak and released on her belly and her p$ssy.
He released a drop on each of her n1+ples, then the rest on her face.
His cum baptized her.
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[Kiss Fashion Clan]
“I want absolutely nothing to f+ck this up again, ok?” Dora held her shades in front of her dress as she addressed her staffs after the day out.
They’re at the first floor, preparing to close the store, but staffs surrounded her, listening to her instructions before they’ll leave.
“Seraphina Garbage has been taken care of, the public forgot about my issue with her. What I want is total cooperation to get this brand’s name clean. If you hear anyone saying shit about this place outside, do well to report.” She continued, rolling eyes.
“Yes, Miss.” The staffs chorused.
“Aight, y’all can leave.” She dismissed them, staying behind.
“Your phone has been ringing, Miss.” Her secretary passed it to her.
Dora took it with unpracticed frown, swiping green.
“Yeah, what’s up, hitman?”
“Got to the holding house where we kept Bexley at the ghetto, and she ain’t there.” The report came.
Dora’s face squeezed. “The f+ck you mean she’s not there? She was supposed to be there for two weeks till she rots like shit!”
“She escaped, Miss.”
“How the f+k would she escape with all the wounds we gave her? And didn’t y’all leave one of y’all with her or something?” Dora barked.
“We went out for some booze, Miss, and yeah the wounds were too deep, we didn’t expect her to escape on her own, so we all left.”
“F+k you, alright?” Dora bit out. “F+k you, f+ker! What the f+k am I paying you for then? You better find that bitch in an hour. You better!”
“Oh I knew you got her,” a different voice that doesn’t belong to the hitman rolled in.
Dora lowered the phone and turned around to behold Saint and Tino.
“SS Graves,” she smiled obnoxiously, pocketing her phone. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having you in my clan tonight, Saint?”
“Let’s start with you telling me where the f+k Bexley Hart is.” Saint stopped in front of her, calm.
“And why the f+k would I have Bexley? I hate her arse.” Dora brought her face closer intentionally.
“Where did you put her? I know you got her, and I didn’t come here to play hide and seek, Kora.” Saint sighed.
“It’s Dora,” Dora gritted. “You’ll be m@ning that name soon when I have you balls-deep in my mouth. You should get the correct pronunciation.”
Tino waited behind, deciding not to come close and be a part of this confrontation. But there’s something in his eyes as he stared intensely at Saint like he hates what he’s doing.
“Where’s she?” Saint repeated, again. “I won’t ask anymore.”
“Pull her out of my p+ssy. She’s up in my c+nt!” Dora spat.
And Saint instantly flung a fiery fist to her face, targeting her nose. He punched the nose so hard it broke as Dora lurched back, bleeding.
“Shit! A+sh0le!!!!” Dora yelled, holding the nose tight. “D+k!!!”
“Where the hell is Bexley!!!!” Saint yelled at her face, ready to throw her the second punch on the nose again.
Tino stepped in.
Dora’s secretary stepped in too.
While the secretary blocked Dora, Tino took Saint.
“We gotta go!”
“Ain’t going nowhere till I get where the f+k she put Bexley!”
“But she ain’t gonna tell you! You know it! She’s Dora Redd, you know she ain’t gonna talk!” Tino snapped.
“Yeah, that’s right..” Dora laughed with her broken nose. “Ain’t telling you shit! And you know what? I love that punch, and I want more! Punch me again, in the bre+sts this time. Make my bre+sts swell automatically. I love me some vandalism!”
“Dirtface!” Saint threw himself closer to get her, but Tino pulled him by the sleeve, dragging him out.
“Bexley will rot wherever she is!!! You dare look at her? You dare?” Dora laughed again. “She’s going to rot, and you? We’re soulmates weather you like it or not!”
Saint broke free from Tino and went for the show glasses of designer brands, smashing his boots into them.
No patience.
He began breaking them even when the glasses hurt his leg.
Seeing this new level, Dora gasped. “Security!!!! Security!!!!!!!”
“Saint, stop!” Tino screamed too.
Saint broke the new million-dollar dinner dress collection too. He threw the dresses on the floor, brought out his d+k and peed on them.
“F+k!” Tino gasped.
“Aggghh!!!!!” Dora screamed, running mad. “Security!!!!!”
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[Valhalla Club]
The normal procedure wasn’t followed tonight. No ‘Fun Hour’. No Talk Time, no Debate minutes or family chances. It’s straight up discussion at the Leader’s office.
Genevieve and Marley arrived earlier as ordered by Xero, and as they sat in front of his desk, looking as arrogant as ever in their colourful clothes, Bexley stood behind them with the Frontman who seems like the closest to her here.
She has an handkerchief over her nose to block her sniffle.
Her skin is still leaking fluids.
It needs treatment, obviously.
“I’m sure you already heard what Dora did, Genevieve, Marley.” Xero leaned back. “Your last daughter did this to our best Delilah.”
“And the sister of that Delilah is a mean overstepping bitch who has no respect for us outside this place.” Marley glowered.
“My sister’s issue with you had nothing to do with what your daughter did to me! I didn’t do anything to Dora!” Bexley yelled from the back.
Genevieve stood, walked up to her, and smacked her in the face.
“Mrs. Redd!!” Bexley screamed, staggering to the wall.
“That’s what you get for talking when Billionaires are talking!” Genevieve’s hostility took over her voice. “The fact that we’re in this office to talk about what my daughter did to you gives you no right to talk! You forgot how ranks work here? Xero the Leader, The Billionaires, the Serpents, before it gets to y’all Delilahs, and you’re only rich outside of here cos of the money we Billionaires throw to the pool during your n+ked wet dance!”
“And she’s also the one who spills the most water with her stupid hair during that dance.” Marley stood too, hands pocketed. “If anything, you deserve whatever my daughter did to you. Your sister Allison is tasteless on her own, charging us high like a swindler. She’s worst for being a friend of the Frump, and you? You’re just the absolute worse!”
“I hate your second daughter cos my sister loves her too much, but yunno what? I don’t hate her as much as I hate you two! If you two had taken care of her, she wouldn’t be taking all of my sister’s love!” Bexley shouted.
Marley bursted into laughter, facing Xero who has been silent.
“This case is obvious, Leader. This is a matter of hate, and I know she burned herself with iron just to establish this profanity!”
“That’s a lie!!” Bexley yelled, pained. “I’ll never burn myself just to establish shit on you both! I’m just a dancer, trying to earn a living. Your daughter did this to me!!!”
“Even if she did,” Genevieve smiled evilly at Xero. “Leader, we shouldn’t be getting this summon at all, cos you let Seraphina slip away from the grounds of this place anyways. It’s tit for tat. One cancels the other. What should be the issue on the table now is our move once Tobias leaves that Church and comes out.”
“Leader…no…I want justice!” Bexley begged. “Please! I can’t….”
“Take her out, Frontman, and get her all the medical attention her skin needs.” Xero commanded, flat.
“No…Leader. Dora can’t do this to me and go scot free! Leader!” Bexley cried, hurt as the Frontman took her out, leaving the Redd couple in the office with Xero.
Bexley was still crying as she was dragged through the ash hall by the Frontman. They went past Grilled teeth and Dyed hair.
“Oh, I knew she wouldn’t get justice. It’s the Redd family after all, they’re Leader’s favorite Billionaires.” Grilled teeth said with a grin.
“Where have you fuckin been?” Dyed hair faced him suspiciously. “To the hospital?”
“Man, I did something remarkable. You’ll hear about it soon.” Grinned teeth chuckled.
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[Allison’s Mansion]
Allison finally decided to stop trying after the third trial.
She has been trying to get a hold of her new client, but to no avail.
Who’s he?
She never had anonymous client before, and in all her networking deals, she made the most money from this one.
She’s curious.
If the Redd Holdings could pay two million to get the date and address, then he must be someone really powerful.
Redd Holdings will be meeting him tomorrow according to the date and address she sent them.
If she wants to know who it is, she’s gonna have to go to the address too and hide somewhere to see.
She pushed her laptop aside and got some muffins for herself in the kitchen, eating as she checked out her new crochets from Seraphina.
All her design batches order list, she made sure she’s in it, so she has every design she has made now. She’ll have to visit the beach a lot in summer and clubs a lot in this season to be able to rock these banging outfits.
With a well-wishing smile, she checked them.
“Her brand name would be….SeraFits? PhinaPhits? SP Hotties? Baddies Cros? I’m so bad at naming.” She laughed at herself.
Her phone lit up, and she picked up lazily, sitting back in bed to check it out.
It’s a new follow on IG.
“Acosta-Simpson?” She blinked. “Weird. He at least uses his own surname for IG. Thank gawd.” She smiled and slid out of IG.
She dialled Bexley’s line, but it drove her to voicemail, again.
“Look, Bex. I’m done with Phina’s surprise since six days ago, you can stop avoiding my calls now, the f+k? Call me!”
She dropped the phone and hissed.
“She does this everytime! Going off on me each time I say something nice about Phina? F+k.”
She picked another muffin, stuffing her face angrily.
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[Savior’s Alive Church – 12am]
Seraphina doesn’t feel like she’ll be able to stand from the altar.
It’s been an hour now since the end of the life-threatening f+k, but she’s still down.
Tired and used.
Tobias dressed back up immediately he finished as if it was nothing for him which she wouldn’t put past him. He probably f+ked handful of ladies like this before.
She’s just one of them, and this will be over once their deal is off.
This, will be over.
And the mere thought of that made her mind still in a kinda way.
She hasn’t felt this way before. Like this…after-$+x kind of peace, and the sweetness within her right now.
She’s tired, but at the same time, she has never been as clearheaded as she is right now.
Now the breeze hit her in the right places, soothing her.
Also, his presence, his scent.
She inserted herself under them, and she felt safer than ever.
Yeah, he’s her Gawd.
It feels that way.
She smiled slightly, wanting to stay here for few more days.
Now, she understands what Yalda was saying. Now, she wants more. More domination, more fantasies marked, more branding and shit.
She wants it all.
She bit her lip again.
That lip might rip off if she bites it one more time tonight.
“F+k, I’ve never felt this after-sex sensations before.” She blurted.
“I know I f+k good,” his husky voice replied from the top.
She tossed and looked over there to see him standing over her, staring down at her like a guardian of her body.
He wore a suit, smooth and expensive.
Like he’s preparing to walk down a aisle or something.
She quickly got up, gathered her clothes from the candles that have now burnt down, and wore them back. Just that she lacks panty and bra now since she has destroyed them. Her bre+sts are free under the blouse, noticeably.
She walked back to him, and he instantly got a hold of the br+sts with her blouse. He didn’t squeeze, he just held them like that.
“I want do do this again very soon.” She whispered.
“You stole my line,” he frowned.
She smiled shortly, bringing out the bracelet she knitted with blue beads and thick black rare threads.
“Here, I wanted to make something for you. I—”
“I don’t need it.” He cut in, suddenly frosty and mean.
“I….it doesn’t mean—
His cold glare cut her off.
She slowly placed the bracelet on the altar pulpit before stepping back.
“Tommorow is the next mission, isn’t it? I’ll be there. I read the mail like crazy, and I know everything word for word. You can trust me.”
“As you should,” he responded, checking his wristwatch.
He didn’t even look up.
She stepped back again, feeling slightly bad that after that great, sweet sex that left her waiting nore and left her p$ssy sore, he’s not even looking at her, and he won’t take the bracelet she made for hours.
Not like it meant anything.
She just wanted to thank him with that for supporting her business.
But, he’s not interested. It’s dignified to step away and prepare for tomorrow while looking forward to their next s+x.
She left the church with sticky thighs and bouncing bre@sts.
Tobias remained on the altar, staring around and thinking about how long will it take to come back here once he leaves tonight because yes…
He’s leaving this Church tonight.
Enough of the Rectory and prayers.
He needs to get back in business.
The Church lights came back on, spreading on the people who’re entering.
Yalda, Jude and Migos.
“Wrath, I’ve been calling to tell you your Uncle was sighted at Club Quit. He was watching us!” Yalda rushed.
“And news from the hospital. Two of the recovering church members were suddenly reported dead. Not ordinarily, I can feel the hands of Valhalla rats in that shit.” Migos said.
“And…” Jude added. “Many more news outlets arose tonight, questioning your priestly ordination. Your Hollow University records are starting to come out, Wrath.”
“Keep everything closed till I get out of here,” Tobias calmly drawled. “Go get my girlfriend and Grimm from the Rectory, Jude. They’re the only things I need from that poor pit. Leave my clothes, the poor Brothers can fight over it after I leave. If you have anything you wanna pick in your quarters too, pick them up and meet me at the park.” He ordered.
“Of course, First Man.” Jude walked out professionally.
“You both, clean this bitch up,” Tobias gestured at the altar.
“I can’t believe you’re finally leaving this silly Church. Business can finally resume!” Migos laughed.
“Hmm,” Yalda grinned. “New Meat got her first f+k? I can’t wait for the clinginess that comes with the first taste your nourishing c+k.”
“Do we trash this too?” Migos raised the bracelet.
“Give me that,” Tobias took it from him and pocketed it.
The cleanup took barely twenty minutes. Jude arrived with Grimm and Mayhem before they were even done.
Together, they left the church, and as they got into two different cars in the park, Estelle came out of her hiding place.
She targeted the first car and threw a magnetic tracker. The device got stuck somewhere under Tobias’s car.
She brought out her phone and saw the direction the car is going.
A satisfactory curve bent her lips. “Told you, Jude. Anywhere money is, I’ll definitely follow.”
The other buildings began opening, workers began trooping out of their quarters.
“Hail Mary!!!!” They shouted in joy, realizing Tobias’s absence.
Some went to check his Rectory, and when they saw Grimm is gone too, they know for sure this is permanent.
“Hail Mary!!!” They shouted again.
“Poor arses.” Estelle shook her head, covering her head with her scarf.
She left the church.
—
[Next Day – Fontana Kiddies]
It’s lunchtime, and amidst the sea of kids going for lunch with the help of their teachers, Kimmy and Acosta walked, trying their best to look like loving parents in public.
But Kimmy’s efforts are more, cos she kept smiling hard, but Acosta couldn’t.
“Smile a little, Costa. It won’t kill you.” Kimmy mumbled under her breaths.
Acosta pretended to not hear.
He kept his straight face up till they were led into the school owner’s office.
The old bob-haired woman was already waiting behind her desk.
“It’s been a while, Madam.” Kimmy flashed her a sly smile as they settled in front of her.
“I wouldn’t have disturbed your time if it wasn’t serious, trust me Mrs. Redd.” The woman said.
“I know, so what’s it about?” Kimmy blinked rapidly.
“Peach,…she stabbed a fellow classmate with a pin on her cheek.” The woman explained.
The girl who got stabbed was brought in with a swollen, plastered cheek which looks ugly.
“What!” Kimmy gasped, feigning shock. She covered her mouth.
“We sent you a note about it twice already. You didn’t get it?” The woman frowned a bit.
“No!” Kimmy denied. “You know I never play about Peach. No! I got no note! At all! My husband probably got it but was too busy to—”
“Yeah I did,” Acosta interrupted. “And I told her about it. Whatever Peach does in school, her mother can settle it cos she coerces her anyways.” He rose. “I’m done here.”
He went for the door.
“Costa!” Kimmy stood. “Costa!”
“Ma’am,” the school owner talked. “Her foster parents are filing a case.”
Kimmy faced her.
“What stupid case? Isn’t she one of the scholarship kids from the families my dad did charity for last year? They’re not filing shit!” She raised her chin callously.
“Actually, let them file it, and let’s see who’ll win in court. Peach made a little mistake, and they’re filing a case?” Ridiculous.
“We can settle this simply.” The school owner reclined.
The stabbed little girl began crying, loud and pitiful when she heard Kimmy’s utterances.
Kimmy got crisp dollar notes from her purse and threw it at her face.
“Go give that to your ungrateful parents, peasant!” She hissed. Then faced the school owner and leaned closer. “This stays under wraps. I’ll send your cheque.”
“I trust you, Mrs. Kimmy.” She smiled.
—
[Wrath Investments Empire]
Dean couldn’t rest still.
He has been avoiding conferences and important meetings for a week now.
He can’t think straight.
His thoughts have been jam-packed and muddled. He can’t stretch it.
There’s Kelly who’s mad at him. She has been coming to work as his capable Analyst, but she never said a word.
There’s Seraphina who’s getting prettier and curvier at home who has refused to say a word across to him too.
There’s his brother who he needs to finish off.
And the biggest one, is the sins he has to commit. He has to kill.
He has been going around with his gun, but he hasn’t been able to do it.
He has never killed.
He never stained his hands with blood, so how is he gonna…
He released a heavy breath, carrying his stress and frustrations.
He dabbed his face with his palm.
Now he just needs to be alone cos any slight disturbance might make him run mad.
Matter of fact, he’s already mad.
He loosened his tie and threw it down. Then his secretary entered.
“I told you! I wanna be alone! I wanna be f+kin alone!” Dean yelled at him mindlessly.
“I know, and I’m sorry,” the secretary apologized. “But….” He stretched a envelope. “You got a note.”
Seeing the bold V stamp on it, Dean snatched it. “Where did it come from?” He asked, losing his breaths.
“Someone dropped it at the reception, sir.” The secretary replied suspiciously, worried about Dean’s restlessness, but he left anyways, leaving Dean alone.
Dean stayed by the door, opened the invite and read the note.
• You get a week ultimatum to complete the sins. Or, the offer will fall off the table.
“No…” Dean took a breath. “No…that can’t happen. I can’t lose the chance.”
And the door opened instantly. His secretary came back in.
“Sir, I’m really concerned about your health. Are you sure you’re—”
He paused, seeing the full name on the note Dean held.
His eyes widened.
“Valhalla??”
“Shit!” Dean cussed.
The secretary turned around, meaning to leave the office straight, but Dean was quicker.
His gun was around, luckily. All he had to do was pull.
He aimed, straight, and dragged the trigger down, hitting him.
The secretary got bulleted on the head, and his blood smeared the office door with a dash.
As his body crashed to the floor, unintended tears left Dean’s eyes.
“F+k! Why the hell did you come back! Why the hell!!!” He yelled, throwing his gun away.
“Baby,” Kelly came in. “I realize I shouldn’t have said what I said and—
She halted, seeing the body.
“Arhgg—”
Before she could scream more, Dean covered her mouth.
Outside his window, a drone floated in the air, prying around the office.
The drone controller is none other than Serpents of Valhalla who’re watching what’s happening in the office from the top of a rock.
They dialled Xero.
“News?” Xero’s voice came.
“He made the kill, not who we expected, but he made the kill with his secretary. And he cried. He shed a tear.” They reported.
“Great.” Xero groaned like he was getting sucked. “That’s a good start.”
—
[ The Oddsion ]
After five long-ass years and few weeks, Tobias got to feel the darkness of his own house again.
Ordinary people live in mansions, but he called it Oddsion, cos that’s what he wants it to be called.
Wealth wouldn’t start the description of this place.
The black glass mansion stood on sprawling private grounds like a monument to sin, and every sharp line of its architecture whispered impossible wealth, while towering obsidian walls and steel accents.
Perfectly sculpted gardens gave it the chilling elrgance of a modern fortress.
Black butterflies—the sign of Odium, were woven into the gates, engraved into towering pillars, and etched across the glass, as though the estate itself belonged to something far darker than its owner.
Inside, endless black marble floors reflected the glow of crystal chandeliers suspended from impossibly high ceilings.
Walls of smoked glass overlooked manicured gardens and moonlit pools.
Priceless paintings by legendary artists stretched along the hallways flawlessly, each worth fortunes, transforming every corridor into a private gallery reserved for power.
Every room was opulent.
Italian leather, rare ebony wood, handcrafted furnishings, and polished stone.
And today, the business resumes.
The blood starts spreading again.
Today, carnage will resume raining.
Tobias dressed in a perfectly tailored black three-piece suit, paired with a charcoal silk shirt. No tie, he hates ties.
A black butterfly lapel pin rested against his jacket, while a platinum watch and understated cufflinks completed the look.
His rsven hair was brushed neatly back, exposing his inhumanely carved face.
No more rosary.
He’s back to wearing his former necklace with the pendant of one obsidian tear under a watchful eye. Forged in black metal and thorn.
Beneath dark brows, his piercing blue eyes gleamed. He looks different, like the Tobias who left the church was dead, and this new one is the real Wrath.
This new one is the real nightmare who shattered Hollow University for years with his unhinged hateful cult.
This is HIM.
As he walked out of his room, the Odds lined the outside hall symmetrically, and he walked in their middle till he got to the end where he stretched his arm forward, and Migos wore him his wristwatch. Not just a wristwatch, it’s a snake-skin. Live snake.
Migos snapped it around his wrist to complete the look.
Jude gave him a already lit cigar.
Tobias held it between his teeth.
Yalda opened the door for him, flawlessly.
—
[A Coffeehouse – 5PM]
Kimmy and Marley didn’t come alone. They came with the whole project team of Redd Holdings to meet the foreigner they’ll be negotiating with.
They’ve been waiting for ten minutes now, and Kimmy is already getting uncomfortable.
“I just knew he’d be as unbearable as Allison. After this deal, I swear were killing him and Allison.”
“Hold your peace, Kimmy. You don’t see me grunting, but I’m pissed. This will be over once I see the face of the bastard.” Marley sighed, irritated.
He adjusted his tie.
They waited longer, but after twenty minutes of waiting, Kimmy banged the table, furious. “What the f+k is holding him back. How are we supposed to wait for—”
And the door opened, letting in a new person. The unexpected one.
Kimmy’s string of words shredded, and her face went flat.
Marley’s lids went all the way over his forehead.
Even the project team behind them look surprised, too.
Seraphina’s perfume swept the room, first, then her ensemble.
She wore a tailored black pantsuit, the blazer hugged her curvy figure before tapering neatly at the waist, while its open back revealed smooth skin from her shoulders to just above her waist, held together by a single satin band.
The trousers were high-waisted and impeccably fitted through the hips before falling into sleek, straight legs.
“You?” Kimmy pointed. “What the f+k are you doing here? What the….f+k are you…”
“I hate when I hear swear words from the lips of the people I hate,” Seraphina’s eyes rolled. “C’mon, don’t jeopardize this meet.”
“Badluck-stricken pest!” Marley stood. “No one wants you here! This is different from the one you sucked Tobias’s c+k to get, whore. This is a top land, passed down to generations, it is unattainable by rodents!”
“She didn’t suck my c+k this time,” the undeniably powerful voice came from the door behind Seraphina as a pair of black shoes stepped in.
“I sucked her toes, and she m+aned, just the way I fuckin like it.” He finished, entering sleekly with his line of Odds trailing behind him.
“Tobias St. Graves?” Marley and Kimmy echoed.
“In your darkest nightmares.” Tobias smirked, right beside Seraphina.
TBC.
