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The words from her lips felt like an extra presence, charging the sexual tension between them to full percentage till they both could taste their filth on their tongues.
But not for long. Tobias’s fingers caught around the curls in her hair, hurling her close with the strands even when she’s already so close.
Her lips meet his neck, soft flesh resting against warm pulse.
His mouth found her ear, too.
“You flatter yourself, Sera.” His voice warmed up her lobes. “Pussy is good, but not divine enough to make me crash out when you kiss your husband with cum-soaked lips.”
“That remains to be found out, Sugar Daddy.” Seraphina tapped his pulse twice with her pointer, her smile intentionally dark.
Tobias let go of her, arranging her hair back with his fingers, slowly. “Curls look look on you, but not as much as the straightened sleek.”
“Now you care about my hair?” Her smile turned darker.
“You belong to my c+k, and as a bi+ch on my payroll, I naturally care about how good you take it, and how good you look.” He began caressing her cheek with his knuckles, but she shifted away, still feeling sticky.
He stroked his thumb before taking something else out of his pocket.
Seraphina’s eyes gleamed at the sight of it. A gold color gun—obviously his cult exclusive weapon.
He dropped it on one of the empty shelves and gave her a gaze….”Stay wet,” He mouthed and walked out.
He didn’t look back as he left the room through the main door.
Seraphina picked the gun.
The weight she imagined of such weapon should make her fall, but it felt lighter than she expected.
Why would he drop this without a word about it?
Fine, the use of weapons was included in the last mail he sent her, and guns topped the list. She read it the hardest, so maybe that’s why she got this gun as a reward?
She looked at again, standing there like a statue, not even able to relish on the anal sex she just received.
Her first try, but pleasuring.
Only one statement filled her head; “As a bitch on my payroll, I naturally care about how good you take it…”
He’s saying just everything and anything to remind her this is just a deal, and he’s overdoing it at this point. Not like she forgot that.
She never forgot.
Not even for a millisecond.
Why spilling it on her face everytime? That jerk.
She looked around at the fallen books, thinking of ways to get them back to the shelves, but at the same time, she could taste his cum in her mouth, still salty and sharp.
She could still smell him too. He scents so strong she now smells like him despite the fact that he barely spent fifteen minutes here.
She rushed to her purse on the table and tucked the gun inside, then she got her pocket perfume, spraying herself excessively to cover his scent.
“Is everything ok?” Dean’s voice jerked her from behind, causing her to go still a little before turning.
Dean stood by the door of the smoking area of the floor where he went to pick the call.
He looks genuinely worried.
Seraphina conjured a quick lie. “I…was…at the shelves, the books were older than I thought they’d be. The smell of old wood clung to me, and I had to get rid of it.”
“The shelves?” Dean’s eyes went there, sighting the fallen books. His eyes widened. “Tell me the shelves didn’t fall on you!” His eyes went back to her very fast.
Seraphina dropped her perfume, smiling innocently. “No, I just leaned on the front one too much, and you know they’re interconnected, so the rest tilted too, letting out the books.”
“Geez, I’m sorry…” He rushed over, holding her shoulders. “I should have checked for a better room. I’m so sorry, it’s my fault.”
Seraphina looked at him. The softness, attentiveness and gentleness… where’s all these coming from? Is this really Dean?
“I can have the Mealhouse management sued for it, if you want…” He added.
“What?” She blinked. “No, Dean…I…”
“Are you sure?” He cut in.
“Dean, it’s—”
“I can really do it,” he got his phone to make the call, but Seraphina quickly snatched it.
“I said I’m fine! F+ck, calm down!”
Dean exhaled… “You know I promised to make things right, so I hate to see you getting uncomfortable.”
“Message passed, Mr. Dean St. Graves.” Seraphina smiled.
“I’m glad it is, Mrs. Seraphina St. Graves.” He responded, and they both shared an hearty laughter.
“And the long call?” She asked.
“It’s my late secretary shit. He suddenly went missing, and his family have been tearing up badly about it, and I’ve been helping with his search. Also, I need a new secretary, and I have to constantly review alternatives from my manager.” He explained.
“Your Secretary went missing?” Seraphina’s eyes dipped.
“Can we not go deeper into it?” Dean avoided. “I already wasted time with that call outside, and now our food is cold.” He changed topic.
“Thankfully, I was already full before the coldness. Now, I just wanna go home and have a bubble bath then go to bed and…rest.” she took her purse.
Dean took it from her, and when she tried to take it back, he raised it.
“Dean!” He seriously frowned, knowing her new gun is inside.
She can’t risk him seeing it.
“I’ll carry the purse to the car, and how about I bath you when we get home too.” He leaned in.
“Ok, Dean… You’ve done enough for tonight alone….” She leaned away, grinning brightly.
“But I don’t mind!” He hung her purse on his wrist, taking her hand with his second hand and pulling her out of the room gently. “I’ll do anything. You want me to advertise your work on my company ad screen? Actually, I’mma do it anyways.”
“On one condition,” she faced him. “During the advertisement period, I’mma following you to your office, and you’ll give me a little space where I can crochet in there.”
“Little space?” Dean blinked. “You’ll crochet in my office, Phina.”
“What exactly are you up to?” She chuckled. “No, you’ve been agreeing to everything without thinking of Kelly! It’s suspicious!”
“Cos I broke up with Kelly?” He turned serious.
“Now that’s some good news!” She laughed as he opened the car door for her at the park.
“I know, wifey…” Dean whispered, dropping her bag with her before going to join her at the other side.
Seraphina kept her smile up even without knowing. She didn’t realize she’s still smiling till she saw her face in the mirror. The smile faded.
She drove out with Dean, and a minute after, Kelly came out of the Mealhouse, arms crossed.
“Wifey?” She sounded spooked. “Game of lust? But he’s carrying her bag, and he’s not even looking at her swaying ass and showing cleavage?”
She went closer to her car and pulled it open slowly, nodding.
“I’ll be with you all the way, Dean. Let’s see how this is gon end.”
She entered her car.
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[Tobias’s Oddsion]
At 8pm, the first police car with Yalda and Migos inside it drove out of the large compound.
The money truck went next. Inside, there’s Tobias. He’s acting like the driver whose car was confiscated.
Another police car is behind him with two other Odds in uniform.
Few minutes after they exited, the other cars containing the backup Odds followed them smoothly.
Sensing they’re few in the house, Jude found his way to the slaughterhouse which wasn’t very hard to locate cos of the metal door and the tiny ventilating holes on it.
He opened it slowly, met with drowning darkness. He had to turn on his phone screen to help him locate the light switch.
He punched it on, and the thin strip of light poured in the house, showing Estelle on floor, bleeding and battered. Her face is as swollen as a beaten animal’s, and her cheeks are the worse. It looked like she hid eggs there. Her clothes are all tattered and bloody. She’s barely covered.
Even the shoes are gone, and her hair? She might be suffering from hair loss cos it’s shredding. Her eyes are cocooned in the middle of her facial swells. It’s debatable if she can even see right now.
“I warned you… Estelle…” Jude crouched beside her.
Her swollen mouth opened slightly. “I…I just…” She started, crying cos even talking hurts. “I just wanted to survive, Jude….I…”
“Well, you should have been cautious about it, cos look where your plan got you to.” Jude sighed.
“The lady….she beat me like a pig… she’s…she’s heartless. She wouldn’t listen when I pleaded.” Estelle sniffled, eyes still closed.
“Yeah, Yalda is heartless, but what would you say if Migos handled you? That bastard is insufferable.” Jude scoffed, shrugging off his jacket.
“Where’s… where’s Father?” Estelle’s eyes opened a tiny bit.
“If he handled you, you’d be dead right now. He only tortures when he’s bored. He’s more interested in spilling blood and killing people straight. You should be glad his boredom didn’t reach you.” Jude covered her with the jacket.
“Can you help me convince them that I only wanna survive?” Estelle’s eyes closed back. “I swear, I have no ill-intensions. I’m plain.”
Jude stood, sighing.
“I’ll try my best.”
And with that, he stepped away. He returned to the park and pulled out the one remaining truck.
He got in the truck and drove out of the compound too.
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The road felt like the playgrounds of Odium tonight. No halts, no stops, no hitch or stumps.
The drive from the Oddsion to the safehouse is roughly an hour, and they’ve been on it for forty minutes now. Twenty more minutes, they’ll arrive and win against the government again.
Migos drove the first car, hands rolling on the wheel like his precious toy. The second car that’s driven by Tobias looks like a jet on tar.
He rarely drives, but when he does, he flies like a bird.
The third car was handled by a female Odd, and she’s just as mad as her leaders, leaping.
No police checkpoints. No unnecessary stops, and it almost feels like a blessing, but Tobias knew better. When things are silent,it means something bad is coming.
He hates the sound of silence.
He strapped his black balaclava on and rolled up his glass, swerving the car into the last avenue they’d cross before they’ll get to the safehouse.
This avenue is long with unending streetlights and no roadsigns.
And his expectations finally came to pass when uniformed FBI agents spilled on the road upfront.
There are so many of them like they were pre-informed.
Migos’s hand tightened on the wheel, and Yalda cussed loudly.
“F+k!”
“Are you surprised?” Migos sighed. “This was bound to happen, considering the fact that the Valhalla rats Leader would do anything to f+k this transportation up.”
He stopped the car and stepped out with Yalda, both looking smart in their uniforms. Migos covered his scar with a perfect foundation, so he’s scarless right now.
The suspicious FBI agents asked for their duty IDs, and they immediately provided the fake ones they have in their pockets. Forged IDs of real police officers in the region.
“And this?” One of them pointed at the truck in the middle.
Tobias’s truck.
“A cocaine transporter, caught over-speeding on the tar. We’re on our way to the crime division.” Yalda responded as cool as possible.
From the second police car behind the truck, the two other Odds disguised as cops stepped down too.
This fake IDs were also checked, and it marked as real, but they look more interested in the middle truck.
“Get the criminal out.” They ordered.
“I don’t think you have the right to jump into this arrest, with all due respect.” Yalda told the agent.
“I said,” the agent glared. “Get the criminal out, now.”
Migos wanted to say something offensive, but he was secretly held back by Yalda.
One of the other Odds opened the truck door, and Tobias jumped out, taller than everyone of the agents.
He looks like a real cocaine criminal in his black clothes and the balaclava which only let his lips and eyes show.
He wore lenses, so his eyes aren’t blue now. They’re grey.
“And why the f+k would a criminal drive after he got caught? The logical logic is to get him handcuffed and have one of y’all cops handle his truck.” The agent retorted.
“Shit, you’re as ugly as your questions.” Migos said when he lost his patience.
“You said?” The agent came closer, his ears catching the insult.
“Here! A new info from the region division!!” Another agent yelled from the back, and that agent rushed behind to check.
Info says all the verification they did have been inaccurate.
The cops with the IDs they scanned are all at the office, so these ones at the road are fake.
“I knew it!” The chief agent spat, getting his gun positioned. The others did the same, swiftly.
“Arrest the f+kers!” They’re the notorious crime cult!” He yelled.
But what followed that order was insane siren blasts as sixteen other police cars entered the road with fake identities of cops and uniforms
Not all of them drove cars.
Some drove trucks exactly like Tobias’s truck.
The FBI agents look genuinely flabbergasted, and that moment of distraction was enough to get Tobias and the rest back into their cars.
They zoomed in different directions, and the other newly arrived Odds joined those directions, making it hard to know which truck has the money since their windows are all wound up anyways. They look same.
The FBI called for backup, and it became a total chaotic night on the asphalt as they couldn’t avoid a shootout. It was inevitable.
Migos was the first to use his gun, aiming out of his window and shattering the glass, shooting an FBI agent on the chest.
But he received his own retaliation shot immediately from another agent. He went down on his steering wheel, avoiding it, but Yalda beside him got hit on the arm.
“Asshole!!” She gritted, placing her two legs on the wheel and intentionally distracting him before shooting back at that agent with one hand. She hit the agent on the arm too, but she wasn’t satisfied.
She needed him dead.
The other FBI agents opened fire, and so is the remaining Odds with their gold guns and machine guns.
Migos double-crossed the agent car in the front just to give Yalda an opportunity. Yalda took it, shooting at the tyre of the FBI car.
The car lost its way, zigzagging, but another shot from Yalda to another tyre in the car made it tumble.
“Fuckers!” She cussed.
But before the car could explode, the agents got out, fast.
“These motherfuckers are fast…” Migos hissed, sliding.
Bullets flew, glasses shattered, cars somersaulted and went out of the road, some exploded.
It became a FBI versus Odds war, and in the middle of it all, sat Tobias in his truck, driving hard.
The chief agent seems to have put an eye on him, cos his car followed Tobias’s truck closely behind.
It was supposed to be ten minutes before they got to the safehouse, but now he gotta play this game a little bit smarter. He left the avenue completely, rolling into another one with his adrenaline high.
Like five FBI cars behind him.
“It’s advisable to stop before this gets any worse! This road has been surrounded!” They yelled.
He peeked at them through the front mirror of his truck, then drove the car into another avenue, again.
Now is when he got his girlfriend Mayhem, cos this avenue has a larger number of the cops. He positioned Mayhem by his window and drove with an hand while he opened fire on the FBI with his other hand.
The sound of his shots were like the voice of thunder—so different from other silly gunshots.
Thinking of how he f8ked his Dog in her arse an hour ago made his adrenaline pumped faster.
His finger on the trigger went gummed, never moving, just shooting away like a devil with a entertained smirk on his mouth.
The FBI are sure smart people. Nearly all of them wore bulletproofed vests, so he had to target their heads, but they strapped helmets on too.
Left with the third option, he went for it… their legs.
He blew off the legs of two of them, blasting their knees before they knew what was coming for them.
A bullet came into his truck, hitting one of the interior components right below the steering.
The steering stopped working immediately like someone keyed it.
“Damn!” He cussed, letting go of it as bullets from four angles met the truck tires at the same time.
The truck tumbled, and his head slammed on the steering, blooming blood before all of the windows shattered as the four sides of the truck took turns to hit the tar.
He didn’t lose consciousness to the shock of the FBI, but they took their chances as he crawled out of the car. They began running to him, aiming to capture him alive.
“His legs!!” The chief yelled, but it remained a wish cos an unexpected one entered the road that moment.
Grimm.
Dressed in a customized bulletproof vest made for it.
With it’s tongue out of his mouth, the dog jumped from the back of the truck, leaping in the air smartly.
It jumped down right in front of Tobias, and the bullets coming for Tobias’s legs hit it’s body instead.
The bulletproof protected it, and before the FBI could re-strategize, Tobias threw down a round ball beside the fallen truck.
Recognizing it as a detonator, the FBI moved back immediately.
It only took a minute before the detonator blew up, exploding with the truck and burning bright.
By now, Tobias is gone.
No idea how he did it, but both him and his dog… they’re gone.
The FBI stood one by one, watching the burning truck.
There was never money in the truck.
They got played!
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[The Safehouse]
The building is located few inches away from Wrath Investments Empire, but the exterior looks like a hotel, and the interior is just a tool for Tobias’s illegal funds.
Jude got here with the real money truck ten minutes ago.
When the FBI were focused on getting the Odds disguised as cops and Tobias disguised as criminal, he drove here seamlessly.
Now he stood in the dark park, opening the back of the truck. He stared at the mountains of dollars, and he felt so proud of himself.
The chaos created by Tobias and the rest of the Odds was just to distract the FBI. He’s the real transporter.
He smiled again, prouder.
“Impressive,” Tobias’s husky voice made him turn quickly.
Tobias is just arriving at the safehouse with bleeding head, and Grimm stood beside him, happy.
“First Man,” Jude stepped back. “I tried my best, and it did.”
“I know you did,” Tobias gave him a simple pat on the shoulder.
“And I respect you a lot…for fooling the FBI? I doubted the idea when you said it, but now…I know better.” Jude added, elated.
“You know better than doubt me, Thomas.” Tobias said.
Jude laughed shortly. “But are you ok? Your head.”
“I love getting wounded. I hate the pain, but my blood reminds me I’m still alive.” Tobias mused.
Jude nodded. “But…this money…” He faced the truck. “We need Wrath Investments Empire ASAP. Investments need to enter.”
“I know,” Tobias looked at the truck too. “It’s coming together, soon.”
“And….” Jude dragged.
“And what?” Tobias faced him.
“Estelle. I know she sinned, and I know it’s worth killing her for cos I know how you operate…”
“Good to know you know,” Tobias adjusted his loose pants.
“But… Estelle and I were once neighbors back in Ohio, and she’s my person. I know I have no right to ask for favors, but… please, Firstie.”
There was silence for a beat. Tobias’s eyes stayed on the stack of dollars for long before he talked.
“Her survival depends on her, J. I’ll give her a headstart.”
“That, is just enough.” Jude smiled, noticing the keychain on Tobias’s belt hoops. It’s the keychain of his most expensive car, and beside the key, there’s a small plushie of a blue carved puppy dog.
“I didn’t know you were interested in keychain plushies, Firstie.” Jude commented.
Tobias looked at the keychain. He didn’t reply.
Jude decided not to talk more.
“Rose!” Migos arrived, gasping when he saw Tobias’s head.
“What the f+k? Why are you bleeding?” He faced Jude. “Why is he bleeding? Why aren’t you the one bleeding, c+nt!”
“Please don’t start with your bullshit, Migos.” Jude sighed.
“Rose, I studied emergency medicine online just for you. You know I’ll handle this, right? You’re not gonna call a woman to come treat your wound again.” Migos faced Tobias.
“Migos,” Tobias sighed. “You’re overreacting right now, and it’s irksome.” He frowned like he doesn’t have a wound on his head.
“Where’s Yalda?” Jude asked.
“You have no right to question me.” Migos glared.
“Where the f+k is Yalda and the rest?” Tobias asked strictly.
“She got shot, and she’s on her way to her mansion with the other Odds. No one got caught.” Migos explained.
“Why aren’t you getting rid of her bullet and treating her right now?” Tobias queried coldly.
“Cos she didn’t want my hands on her,” Migos spread his arms. “I tried, but she declined my kindness. Besides, I never wanna get rid of bullets for anyone who’s not you.”
Tobias just entered the safehouse without another word.
“You sound like an obsessed m+therf+ker.” Jude said.
“Yeah I’m obsessed with keeping Rose safe,” Migos faced him with a sneer. “Cos when I was banned from military service and jailed just because I misplaced weapons, Black Rose was there for me, and—”
“You were a military officer?” Jude’s eyes widened.
“Why did I even say that to a cunt like you?” Migos hissed, pushing Jude out of the way. “Prepare to drive the truck inside, moron.” He said before entering the safehouse.
Jude stood there, stunned.
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[Asphalt Kings Road]
Weirdly, tonight is wrong.
Everything felt wrong.
The race is on, but no one’s chanting Saint’s name as usual, and that’s because he’s not leading.
Tino is leading despite his wounded arm, and Saint isn’t even number two. One of the Rednecks is number two, then Saint came after.
“Tino Hallows!!!”
“Valentino!!!!!”
The scream of Tino’s name took over the road, shocking Saint’s supporters.
Even the Redneck who’s at number two, his gang rented the road with his name, and that drowned out Saint’s name completely. No one talked.
Dora who’s in the crowd removed her shades, focusing with a gasp.
“What the f+k is up with him?”
Saint got down from his bike even before he arrived at the finishing spot. He took off his helmet and didn’t bother to take bottled water to wash his face like he does.
What’s there to wash?
He didn’t sweat.
The Rednecks yelled mockingly at his face, glad that he lost his spark for tonight, but girls who came to the road just to watch saint are silent.
Saint went to the back of the crowd, breathing softly till Tino met him.
“Dude, what was that?”
“What was what?” Saint frowned.
“You on the road! You didn’t race! You simply just drove through!”
“I don’t have the energy to engage in shit tonight, Tino. Where the hell is Bexley?” Saint came clean.
Tino blinked.
“This is about Bexley? This is really, really about Bexley?”
“What?” Saint scoffed.
“She’s a wench who handed you over to the Rednecks! She dislikes you!”
“I like that she dislikes me.” Saint cleared.
“No you don’t,” Tino’s eyes changed.
“Yes, I do…” Saint argued.
“I said no, you don’t!!” Tino grabbed Saint by the chin, suddenly.
“What the f+k, Valentino!” Saint pushed him off, peeved.
Tino got back to his senses, roughing his hair. “Look, I’m sorry, but—”
“The only night I decided to come watch you race, you ruined my experience.” Bexley’s voice said behind, and Saint has never turned as fast as he turned.
When he saw her behind, his satisfaction was obvious.
Bexley stood there in her turtleneck sweater and leggings and beanie cap, all to cover up her scars.
She left Valhalla infirmary this afternoon, and she planned to start her revenge immediately.
She wasn’t going after Saint, but Dora did her dirty. Why not just go after him and drive Dora insane?
That’ll be the start.
“Vexley,” Saint intentionally called the wrong name.
“Paint.” She returned the energy, staying frank as Saint came closer.
“Where did you disappear to? Mercury?”
“Saturn,” she crossed her arms. “Maybe because it shares the same first letter with your name.”
Saint frowned.
“You sound new. Did something happen to share?”
“Share over a cup of alcohol?” She suggested.
“Yeah… right…” He nodded, going for his bike. He brought it closer, giving his helmet to Bexley.
Bexley wore it over her beanie cap, then she climbed behind Saint.
“Be right back, Valentino.” Saint told Tino who looked stupid.
Saint moved the bike, and Bexley intentionally tightened her arms around him, her eyes meeting with Dora in the crowd.
The bike drove past Dora, and Bexley winked at her under the helmet.
Dora’s shades fell.
Tino’s jaws hardened.
—
[Next Day – Dean’s Estate]
Seraphina stood in front of her newly finished piece of crochet, looking like a proud CEO of her brand.
She kissed the crochet in the body of the life-size doll and even hugged it.
This is gonna go for auctioning as a one-of-it’s-kind crochet. The only piece in the world.
She hasn’t heard about crocheting companies doing auction before or one piece stuff. She’ll be the first, and she just hopes this idea works.
She needs funds to start her company building on the land Sugar Daddy gave to her. She wants to work for the money, hard by herself.
She has enough money to start the building project though. She has enough money to lay foundation and bring it up few inches.
But she needs a Project Manager before she’d venture into it.
And Allison is needed. Allison knows people. She’ll need to contact Allison.
She covered the crochet with a muslin fabric curtain and stepped back into her bedroom.
The first thing she noticed was the box of jewelry on her vanity, and the necklace sitting in a box on top of it.
The necklace Tobias gifted her.
It’s the first time she received such expensive jewelry piece, and now it’s becoming an habit cos her most expensive gifts have been coming from him.
First, the land.
Second, her confidence and spark.
Now this exquisite jewelry.
Yeah, confidence and spark is part of it. She talked on the podium at the press-con without stuttering. She faced cameras without panicking, and now she’s wearing things she was scared to wear before, also putting the rarest irresistible touches into her crochets. She grew, a lot.
She touched the necklace, her ass throbbing from yesterday’s s+x.
“Jerk…” She muttered, again.
Her eyes crossed to the gold color gun inside the drawer, and she picked it up. She picked a drawer too and went to the room wall to draw a circle.
She stepped to the other end of the room, and from there, she aimed for the center of the circle.
Balanced breaths, balanced arms, stable finger, stable eyes.
She imagined the hole as her parents, and she released the bullet.
It travelled straight into the wall, hitting the center of the circle.
Her hand went down with a gasp from her throat.
Her eyes came wide, too.
She actually hit it!
—
[Valhalla Club – Xero’s Office]
Xero stood beside the window, an hand in his pocket and his phone to his ear, speaking to someone whom he definitely respects.
“I’ve been handling things since you left, perfectly like a Leader should. You saying this much over a little mistake I made is crazy.”
“You shouldn’t have made mistakes at all, Xero.” The voice responded. “You’re dealing with Wrath, and if he’s always steps ahead of you like this, then I’ll start regretting putting you in charge of the club.”
“I didn’t expect him to outsmart the FBI, accepted, but I didn’t tell Teeth to go to the hospital and off the Church members. He made the decision without me, and now his remains was sent in a box!”
“The goal is to get Dean in the club and get him wrapped around your fingers.” The voice returned.
“He’s on the last sin, lust with his wife.” Xero said.
“Seraphina is not to be touched! Seraphina is not to be neared! Do you need a microphone to hear that well? Seraphina belongs to my harem!!” The voice echoed loudly.
Xero went silent.
“Cancel the lust sin for Dean. Take him in, and he’s to leave Seraphina alone!” The voice said.
“Cancel for him? That’s like breaching the club rules. Everyone committed full, but he’ll be pardoned with one?” Xero looked up.
“You heard me, Xero.” The voice boomed, powerful.
“I do.” Xero breathed, ending the call.
He called in the Frontman who came running obediently.
“Call a meet tomorrow, and have Delilahs ready too. It’s an extensive meeting. Been long since we had one.” Xero ordered.
“Sure,” Frontman stepped away.
—
[Allison’s Mansion]
Seraphina looked excited as she came down from her car with a small crocheted bag gift for Allison.
She’s gonna come clean to Allison today about her deal with Tobias and everything that went down with it.
It’s hightime.
She made to open the door with the keycard she has, but it won’t fit in, surprisingly.
She had to ring the doorbell.
A minute later, Allison opened up with a frown on her face.
“Yes?”
“Lis?” Seraphina frowned too. “You changed your lock again?”
“Yeah, cos I can’t risk sharing keys with a girl who hides the most important details of her life.” Allison curtly said and made to shut the door, but Seraphina held it.
“Lis! What’s going on?”
“F+k, Phina, don’t act like you don’t know what I’m on!” Allison retorted, hurt. “I don’t hide anything from you. I even tell you when I get my period late, but you’ve been hiding the fact that you’ve been fuckin your husband’s twin from me! Tobias St. Graves is your helper!”
Seraphina’s eyes widened again. For a moment, she was stunned to silence, words stuck in her throat.
“See?” Allison entered with a eye roll, leaving the door open.
“Lis!” Seraphina followed her. “Lis, I’m stupid, silly and thoughtless for hiding it from you, but trust me, I planned to tell you today I swear!”
“Tell me today after fuckin him for how many weeks?” Allison scoffed, facing her. “If I didn’t hide at the coffeehouse to witness everything, I’d still be in the dark, and you know that’s fucked up! Even Acosta, Kimmy’s husband knows!”
“Allison!” Seraphina shook her head. “I swear again, I was going to tell you today, believe me, and I put you in the dark only because I was scared you might judge me—”
“Judge you?” Allison blinked. “Me?” She pointed at herself. “Judgemental shouldn’t be in the same sentence with me, Phina. I’ll always support your shine, and you fuckin know that. Why the f+k would you—”
“I’m sorry.” Seraphina muttered, cutting her off.
Allison sighed, nodding. “I would never do this to you—”
“I know,” Seraphina held her hands. “I’m so f+kin sorry, Mamacita.”
“Ehh,” Allison sounded. “Don’t call me that and make me forgive you quick.”
“Mamacita!” Seraphina shouted, and Allison hugged her with a grin.
“I can’t even get as mad as I planned, f+k. You’re too adorable to get mad at.” She stroked Seraphina’s hair.
“I love you…” Seraphina murmured.
“You know I do too,” Allison sighed. “Now, the gist! Everything! Like page to page! I can make popcorns so we Gistflix and chill.”
Seraphina laughed, handing her the crocheted bag gift as they head to the living room.
“Thank you, and I want more of these beauties.” Allison kissed the bag.
“I’ll make you more, and you need to see the one piece I made for an auction.” Seraphina bursted.
“You’re auctioning?” Allison gasped. “Girl, tell me!”
Seraphina sat with her, and hours weren’t enough to even tell her everything. Allison wanted details, and she gave just that.
Even the sexual pleasures.
Allison had to stand and take cold milk and water at the end.
“Girl?? What the f+k! You’ve been on this wild shit with the biggest D in the country? The f+k?”
“I knew you’d be like this…” Seraphina laughed.
“No, for real…his Hollow University records broke out, and girls were saying he has a chunky meat down there, and he’s a good s+x giver. No wonder your hips grew larger! I’m gagged!” Allison squealed.
“You’ll make me die with embarrassment…” Seraphina chuckled, covering her face.
“And you have a gun? You have a billion jewelry from him? He gave you the land completely? Bi+ch, he’s f+kin rich! You better hold him.”
“Nah, he’s a loveless punk…he doesn’t want beyond s+x.” Seraphina muttered, rubbing her milk glass.
“And you?” Allison asked seriously. “You don’t feel him? He’s fineee … I mean…and—”
“Lis, I can’t risk my heart again. What if I fall, and he…mocks me? He’s really blunt, and…I just wanna thread carefully and—”
“But if he falls for you, you’ll give him your first deep-tongue kiss?” Allison blinked. “You told me your unfortunate highschool boyfriend didn’t kiss you once, and on the altar with Dean, your lips only touched, it was barely even a kiss. I can bet with my life that Tobias kisses as madly as he fucks, trust me.”
“Lis, pleaseeee….” Seraphina pushed her back.
“You know I love these juices like seriously. And Dean is suddenly being nice? I can’t stand that bî+ch. He better not be catching feelings.”
“I’m gonna start following him to work tomorrow, and… I’m gonna need you to connect me to a Project Manager.” Seraphina said.
“Work is starting on your company building?” Allison stood. “I’m so happy for you, Phina. I watched you grow, and now…
“Lis, you’re so dramatic…” Seraphina laughed deeply.”
“I’ll call Acosta! Acosta will handle it!” Allison gasped.
“You’ve been mentioning him frequently,” Seraphina stood suspiciously, pointing a finger at her best friend. “Tell me, are you interested in a black d+k?”
“I’m not interested in him, and definitely not in a father of one, pleaseeee!” Allison said dramatically, dialling Acosta’s number.
Acosta picked so fast.
“Hey, Mr. Simpson, are you free right now?” She muttered. “My first born has a really good work for you.”
Seraphina slapped her head immediately.
“Who’s your first born!” She grinned.
“You didn’t have to hit me that hard, mean bi+ch.” Allison laughed, rubbing herself on the head.
“I’m on my way, Miss Hart. Just send me your address.” Acosta replied.
Allison hung up and turned to see Seraphina staring at her.
“I saw the way your brow lifted when you called his name!” Seraphina claimed. “You feel him.”
“I don’t feel shit!” Allison threw the couch pillow at Seraphina.
Seraphina caught it with a heavier laughter, and her phone rang immediately.
It’s ‘Dear Husband’
Seraphina picked up, and the doorbell rang.
Allison went to the door.
“Hey, hubby…” Seraphina smiled, the words sour in her mouth.
“Wifey,” Dean sounded, and that was interrupted by a burst from the door.
The cops came in, pushing Allison aside as they stumped to Seraphina.
They raised their arrest warrant.
“Atlanta police force. Miss Seraphina? You’re under arrest for the attempted murder of Ruth Beaufort five years ago at Hollow University hostel.”
“What!” Seraphina and Allison chorused, but the cops were already getting handcuffs.
“Phina!” Dean shouted from the phone cos he heard. “Phina!”
—
[Wrath Investments Empire]
Dean rushed out of his office, pocketing his phone.
His Manager ran after him.
“Sir! The paperwork needs finishing before noon! Sir!”
“My wife needs me, now!” Dean snarled at the Manager.
“Seriously?” Kelly appeared from the Analyst’s office, blocking him.
Dean’s phone buzzed with a text, from Uncle Will.
Uncle: Come see me!
“Your wife?” Kelly repeated.
“Everyone needs to leave me alone right now!!” Dean yelled, angry.
Kelly shifted.
“I’ll be right back,” Dean uttered before stepping away.
—
[Tobias’s Oddsion]
Estelle is out of the slaughterhouse. She came out alive, surprisingly.
First of her kind.
Now, she’s inside the Oddsion, looking sick with her bruises.
She badly needs a bath, cos she smells. She’s at one of the balconies, on the floor, surrounded by Odds which includes Jude.
The entry of Tobias made everyone shift back so he could enter the circle.
Estelle coughed once, and blood escaped her lips.
“Don’t fuckin stain my floor with blood,” Tobias warned. “I love blood only when I shed it myself.”
Estelle quickly covered her mouth, stopping the blood from dropping.
Tobias sat in front of her, and Jude passed him his already lit cigar.
He had a drag and rested his elbow on the armrest, so the cigar burned away above his ears.
“So,what can you do?” He questioned suddenly, and Estelle looked up.
Scared to meet the villainous eyes of Tobias, she looked at Jude.
“Talk!” Jude snapped.
“I…” She faced Tobias.
“Yes?” He took another puff.
“I can kill,” she finished.
“Anybody can kill, that’s nothing to wow about, Es….”
“Estelle, that’s my name.” She sniffled.
“What can you do for me, Estelle?” He repeated, darker.
“I can transport drugs..”
“Bitch, I don’t do drugs business!” He picked his gun, pissed. “I’m not some fuckin cartel or shit! I challenge the government and play Gawd!”
“I can be your rat and gather information!!!!” She shouted in front of the gun. “I’ll die for you without hesitation!! I just want to live good!!!”
Tobias lowered his arm, nodding. “See? Now we have an understanding. I have enough rats around, but let’s see what an additional rat can do.”
He faced a female Odd.
“Get her cleaned up, and prepare her for her first mission in three days.”
“Copied,” the female dragged Estelle up and took her away.
Migos came in.
“Your heart of NYC land has been sabotaged, Rose. Five bodies were found on it this morning, and reporters are flanking it as we speak.” He reported aptly.
“Hmm,” Tobias sounded. “The Redd family are smart at times. I’m impressed.” He smiled.
Yalda came in with a bandaged arm next, looking mad.
“Wrath, a case was filed against Seraphina. Ruth is behind it, and Seraphina has been arrested by the Atlantic police force.”
Tobias dropped his cigar immediately.
“Ruth…” He tipped his head back, closing his eyes as he cracked his neck. “Ruth…. Ruth!”
“You need me to storm her house in Atlanta and push her off the skyscraper?” Yalda asked.
“Not yet,” Tobias responded. “For now, call my attorney.”
“Of course,” Yalda left to do that.
“And fuel the jet, Migos.” Tobias faced the angry bird. “I need to be in Atlanta in few minutes.
“You’ll be taking the jet to the Atlanta police station for the sake of a Meat? Rose, your land was sabotaged!”
“I heard you, and the sabotaged land is still under my control cos I expected the Redds to play dirty. Now, go fuel the f+kin’ jet.”
“She’s…she’s just a golddigger anyways. Seraphina wouldn’t come to you if you weren’t rich!” Migos claimed. “Her and her dull head.”
Tobias dropped his cigar for Jude, and Jude took it, respectfully.
“I didn’t quite catch that,” He faced Migos again. “Talk to me, dull what?”
“She’s dull!” Migos stubbornly repeated to Tobias’s face.
Tobias pulled a knife—not the wasp knife. A normal combat knife.
He pulled it from under his jacket and sank the blade into Migos’s muscled chest, laughing crazily as it went all the way in.
“Rose….” Migos’s veins stretched on his forehead, eyes reddening to the corners as his blood spread. “Rose….”
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“Dull what?” Tobias demanded insanely, laughter dying. He pushed the blade into Migos’s chest again like he wants the handle to go in too.
“You want me to fuel the jet with your blood? Huh!!!!???”
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