Sweet Sin – Chapter 91&92

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By Naomi Cindy B.

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The mouth-to-mouth feast wasn’t gentle, wasn’t tender, wasn’t soft.

It was the kind born from swallowed pride, desperate longing, and the unbearable thought of almost losing each other to mistakes.

Every minute of the kiss carried a possessiveness too fierce to be hidden. The anger hadn’t disappeared, it had simply melted into craving and relief.

Tobias’s hand behind was nearly tearing away the flesh, fingers digging into it as he squeezed, pressed, cupped the two parts and rubbed her waist warmly.

Her hands left his shirt, and they went up his shoulders till they curled at the back of his neck, holding him down to herself. The hunger ruined and consumed them both, and they in turn consumed each other like irredeemable addicts.

She dragged a palm to his jaw, cupping it and caressing his chin dimple with her thumb edge.

She stood on top of his shoes when her tippy toes began hurting, and the kiss broke suddenly.

“I like the idea of you being a short plushie I can put in my pocket…” He caressed her lips with his fingers, darting his tongue out to lick the lips.

“And I like the idea of you being a tall giant I can wrap myself with. You’ll be my hoodie.” She kissed his neck, tracing her lips up his chin.

He took control completely, initiating the second round as their lips found each other again rawly.

One of his hand left her a+s, came to her br+sts and cupped one, squeezing it through her dress as their kiss bared their souls to each other, locked them up in a cage of iniquity and threw off the key.

Inside, they burned.

Their legs moved as they kissed, and they stumbled through the closet in a blur of reckless momentum.

Tobias drove her backward until her spine met the br@ drawer with a heavy thud, and the impact sent the drawer crashing open.

Delicate lace br@s spilled across the polished floor, but they didn’t stop kissing. It only got more intense.

“Hmm,” she m+aned loudly, br+sts hardening in his palm.

Her hands plucked off the buttons of his shirt, and the expensive material went down, baring his skin.

She touched his two n+ples too, caressing the tips.

As they kissed and stumbled around, his hands got under her dress and tore off her panty too.

The net material fell between her legs, and a second later, she shoved him away just enough to reverse them, only for him to catch her again and send them colliding into the lingerie rack, then their starving lips returned to each other AGAIN.

Silk and satin lingeries slipped from their hangers like surrendering flags, but neither of them noticed.

They were too consumed by the storm they had become.

Their heartbeats pounded with relief so intense it almost hurt. They clung to each other with a desperation that bordered on obsession, as if letting go for even a second would hurt.

Then, she pushed him.

His back slammed into the towering shoe rack, and the rack answered with chaos. Boxes tipped over. Heels, boots, and polished leather shoes cascaded onto the floor in a clattering avalanche, yet, neither of them flinched.

The kiss got fuelled.

Tobias ripped her dress away from her skin, and she peeled away his pants too, leaving them naked.

He spun her, so her back is on him, ass grinding his c+vk.

He held her by the neck, with his back on him, and she lifted her face up, the back of her head hitting his chest as the kiss resumed yet again.

He wrapped his second arm around her body, giving her the tongue thrusts which stole more moans from her in the disarranged closet.

He caressed her throat, kissed her mind and shattered every fragment of her soul left with his mouth.

He kissed her so hard she had to start trying to breathe.

She couldn’t.

He kissed so rough her lips swelled and hurt in his mouth.

She couldn’t stop.

He kissed so much she felt her heartbeats mixing with the beats coming from her p$ssy.

It’s like the two organs switched places.

P$ssy became heart, beating wildly and wetting madly.

Direction no longer existed.

They staggered blindly, tugging and steering each other without thinking, driven only by instinct and the magnetic pull that refused to let either one escape.

The closet disappeared behind them one careless step at a time until the softness of carpet replaced polished flooring beneath their feet.

And that was when they realized they had somehow ended up in the bedroom without remembering a single step in between.

Seraphina’s body landed in bed with a soft thud, and when he came over her like a wild animal, the racing of her heart worsened.

Pulse quickened.

They’re on a bed.

A bed. For the first time.

She couldn’t even think before his mouth captured her neck. The exact spot Vince kissed.

He kissed it hard, biting and sucking till a deep dark shade of redness marked the skin.

A hickey that’s not coverable.

“I missed your mouth too,” she confessed, not feeling the need to hide anything anymore.

He went down, separated her legs and inserted his tongue in her p$ssy.

Just once. He came back up and stuck out the tongue that’s wet with her juices. She tilted up and closed her mouth around the tongue, licking her own sin and swallowing.

“See?” He smirked. “It’s obvious you missed this mouth.”

Seraphina quickly tossed him, and he allowed it, getting under her while she sat on top. She didn’t just sit, she sat on top of his c+k, sliding the sweet chunk in herself and sitting like a total queen on her throne.

“Sera, ….” He groaned, shutting his eyes as her warmth, honey, and tightness jolted his brain. “F+k…”

And she began moving, riding him roughly like a cowboy.

He held her hips, and her palms rested on his chest as she sped up, over-speeding and bouncing.

“What the…” His lips went hot. “Nasty, nasty girl. F+k!” He cussed again, his head going down as he bounced again, grinding dangerously.

“Ah…hh…” She moaned loudly too, a+s clapping, br+sts clapping, hair swaying, knees clipping.

Tobias tilted up, taking a n+ple in his mouth, spanking her bouncy ass, and at the same time, receiving the nastiest ride of his f+kin life.

“Shit…..baby….”

She threw her head back, sweating, receiving another spank, with echoed through the room walls.

“Mm-mm…yes! Yes!!!”

He tossed them, taking over on the top and completing the wreckage.

He pinned her hands down on top of her head, giving it to her hard, rough, skillful, till he’s balls-deep in her p$ssy and fuckin’ her life out of her.

Instead of saying the safe word like she’d do at a time like this, she kissed him again, m+ning against his lips as she received another sweet thrust.

“More….Daddy…more of that c+k. More, please….moreee!!”

—

[Allison’s Place]

Two cars pulled up at a time, one belonging to Acosta, and the other one belonging to Allison.

After they munched their food in Allison’s car in front of the restaurant, Acosta had offered to drive home with her, and she didn’t even argue. He drove behind her.

They came out of their cars at the same time and walked up to meet themselves in the middle.

Acosta’s smile was unlimited, but Allison’s was short.

“What?” He asked.

“You can’t keep doing this, Acosta.”

“There you go again with this setting boundaries shit,” he murmured.

“You’re married, Acosta.” She reminded.

“And Kimmy is only my wife on paper, Allison. She chains me down for sex, and is ruining our only daughter. She disrespects me and—”

“Wait wait,” she pointed a finger forward. “She what? Chains you down for….huh?”

“Allison,” he sighed. “If I should start telling you the story of what I’m witnessing in that estate, dawn would meet us on it.”

“Bad,” she shook her head.

“My parents pushed me into a marriage to settle their debts with the Redd family though. And apart from that, the Redd family funds my parents culinary school.” He said.

“Your parents are stupid, and I’m not sorry to say,” she scoffed. “They’d push a hot shit like you into a marriage of pains?”

“I think I just heard you call me hot shit.” He blinked.

“Don’t start,” she laughed. “And of course you’re hot,” she bluntly shrugged. “Where are you from though? This same NYC?”

“I’m from Columbia, Allison.” He nodded easily.

She nodded, and he took her hand.

She didn’t shake him off, so he boldly rubbed her knuckles.

“You’re a very hardworking, determined hustler, and I’ll never do anything to hurt you. Also, you’re a good friend to your only friend, and I like that for you, and for Seraphina. Allison, you’re a good person, and you even take care of your junior sister, not every older sister does that shit.” He read out.

“You read me, and I’m impressed.” She smiled genuinely.

“I am going to steal Redd Holdings company funds and run off.” He said.

“Then become a wanted criminal for the rest of your life?” She scoffed. “You think Peach would be happy with you?”

“I have nothing else to try, Allison.” He frowned slightly.

“You’re a hardworking Project Manager, Acosta, and you can start by taking secret projects. You’ve even started with Phina’s building project, and don’t worry, I’ll link you up with some of my clients and you can work under a secret name like Rasheed.” She said teasingly.

“You’re taking this grudge with you to the grave, Allison.” He laughed. “But I hear you. I’ll do what you said.”

“Good,” she nodded. “You should go home to Peach, Acosta. It’s late.”

“Sure,” he leaned close, and before she knew it, he gave her a light kiss on the lips which made her eyes pop.

“Acos—”

“Shh!” He placed a finger on her lip, shutting her up.

He rushed back to his car, got in and drove off fast.

Allison touched herself on the lip, smiling softly.

—

[Redd Estate]

Acosta was beaming like the noon sun as he entered his floor, expecting to meet a silent living room cos Peach is supposed to be in her room right now, reading her books.

But he met her in that living room, legs folded up on the chair and pillow tucked in the middle of her belly. She sat there, spacing out.

Acosta slowly settled beside her, nudging her slightly.

She didn’t move.

“Peach,” he touched her hair.

She slowly looked at him.

“What’s going on?” He asked worriedly.

She rested her head on his arm, sighing. “The new girl had the highest score in today’s impromptu test again….” She muttered. “Maybe I can never impress granddad and grandmum, they’ll be so disappointed to see I took second place again.”

“And how many times do you want to hear it that you don’t have to impress anyone! You’re Peach Simpson, my daughter! You only have to impress me and make me happy, and you’re already doing that! I know you read hard and study well, and I’m satisfied with your second place!”

Peach raised her head from his arm, looking him in the eye.

“Honestly, today at break when we were all riding the swing chairs, I felt like pushing her down and killing her cos mum said so far I could make the first place, killing was normal, but then…” She paused.

“But then what?” Acosta asked.

“But then, I thought about you. You told me I didn’t have to hurt before I win. Also, teacher in school said killing means one’s mind was muddy, and I don’t have a muddy mind, and I’m not a psychopath.” She said.

Acosta smiled.

“Of course, you’re not a psychopath, and you’re not a killer. You’re my daughter.” He stroked her hair.

“But…did mum kill before?” She asked slowly. “For her to tell me to kill, has she done it before?”

Acosta crouched in front of her, stroking her hair again.

“Your mum isn’t a killer either, her head has just been messed with my your grandparents, and that’s why you can’t believe any harmful thing Kimmy says. It’s not a sin to take ice cream and cake, not a sin to play with other kids, and not a sin to be second place, Peach.” He lectured.

Peach nodded.

“Can you sleep in my room tonight?”

“Of course,” his face brightened. “Of course, Peachie…” He picked her up comfortably, carrying her inside.

“You’re the best, dad.” She echoed.

“You’re priceless, daughter.” He returned as he entered her room.

—

[Redd Family Hospital]

Marley and Genevieve walked side-by-side into the hospital, both holding victorious smiles on their faces for the reconstruction starting they just achieved.

And of course for the crash out of the St Graves brothers that’s upcoming cos they destroyed Will’s treasured Foster Home anyways.

The doctor met them halfway, bringing good news…

“Miss Dora is awake.”

“Are you serious?” Genevieve’s ehes widened with joy.

She didn’t even wait for the doctor to reply before shoving him out of the way. She entered the ward with Marley, and they really met Dora in bed, sitting up like a villain.

Her facial swells have gone down, but the redness still persists, and her joints still look like they hurt. The one missing tooth is obvious since it fell from her front teeth.

“Isadora!” Genevieve gasped, running to the bed and wrapping her arms around the girl.

Dora didn’t move, but her phone is with her. She was pressing even before they arrived.

On the screen, there’s Bexley Hart’s IG page, and her various posts with Saint in the picture.

There are several pictures of them at the GME, meaning Saint took her there, but she’s here on a sickbed?

The reality made her arms feel heavy, she couldn’t even hug back.

“I’m so happy to have you back, Isadora! You have no idea how worried we were!” Genevieve repeated with a glad smile.

“How are you feeling?” Marley asked, composed but obviously happy.

“And why the hell is Kimora not here?” Dora glared.

“Look, Kimmy has been weird these days, and I don’t even wanna talk about her.” Genevieve sighed.

“And the boy who did this to you?” Marley sat. “He’ll get his karma tonight. He’s going to die.”

“What did you do, dad?” Dora inched closer very fast. “What did you do?!!”

“What do you mean what did I do?” Marley stood. “He’s going to die, and you’re not jumping around excitedly?”

“You can’t touch Saint, dad, you can’t!!!” She yelled. “The person I want gone is Bexley! Bexley! I begged you, pleaded to have her removed, but you both wouldn’t even look at me! You both didn’t bother!!”

“Dora!” Genevieve gasped, shocked.

“I swear, if any scratch appears on Saint’s skin, I’m going to jump off the skyscraper!!” Dora threw her phone and got down from the bed.

“Call off whatever you told your men to do to him right now, dad.” She ordered breathlessly.

“Did the golf stick mess with your head?” Marley queried.

“I’ve always been crazy, you didn’t know?” Dora laughed. “Call off whatever you told them to do to him! Call it off!!!”

“Dora!!!” Genevieve shouted.

—

[Graves Memorial Estates]

It was 11pm when Saint finished taking rounds of the dead bodies to be buried tommorow.

He returned to his office tiredly, taking off the suit and throwing it somewhere he didn’t even look.

“F+k, I don’t even have the energy to drive home as I it is…” He yawned, throwing his weight on his chair.

He called for a staff, and one came in with a slight bow.

“Prepare the resting suite for me. I’m sleeping here with the bodies tonight.” He yawned again. “And get me a takeout…. chicken and some sandwiches and….”

He stopped, blinking.

“Did I just say sandwich? Jesus. Please, get me garnished french noodles with raw carrots, tomatoes and onions.”

The staff left as fast as he appeared, but the door didn’t close before a visitor entered the office.

Tino.

He carried two helmets, and a face that looks starved of something important that’s not food.

“Tino?” Saint blinked. “Please don’t tell me the staffs let you in because you held helmets too. Will they keep letting everyone with a helmet in?”

Without replying, Tino threw him one of the helmets, and Saint caught it professionally.

“Let’s go race. Asphalt Kings miss you, and I was able to persuade them to shift the race to 11:30. We have ten minutes to drive to the road.” Tino explained precisely.

“Race?” Saint dropped the helmet. “That’s impossible, Valentino. I’m too tired to even move now. Money keeps flowing into the business, but at the same time, the work is massive.”

“Can you at least try?” Tino looked hurt like a rejected lover.

“I just said I’m tired, Tino. Maybe i can make time and hang out tommorow, or they can wait till like a week after I’ve settled down fully here. My workload would ease up, and I’ll have plenty time for racing.”

“Saint…”

“Tino, stop!” Saint spranged up.

And instantly, Bexley entered the office, looking more like the owner of the house than a visitor.

She held a packaged food warmer again like the last time.

No turtleneck. Her neck scars are decreasing a lot, and fast.

She wore one of her see-through shirts and walked in with a flat smile as if she didn’t see Tino.

She dropped the warmer on the table. “Figured you’d be tired cos you said you’d be clocking out late, so I made a little something again. It’s chicken and sandwich.”

“When you act cute like this?” Saint took the warmer. “You have no idea how deeply touched I am.”

Bexley smiled again, but just when Tino was about to take the warmer, Tino raised his shoe and kicked the warmer away clean.

The fancy warmer slipped down, and the side clips opened, letting out every layer of the food.

It scattered on the office floor.

“What the f+k, Tino!” Saint got up very fast, shocked.

But it wasn’t the end.

Tino looked at Bexley with jealousy-infused eyes, and before she could talk about the wasted food, Tino sent his palm to her cheek.

The slap was loud, and stinging.

Bexley’s eyes turned on their own before she fell against the desk.

Saint jumped over the desk, landing right beside Tino, but Tino was already more than prepared before he landed, so his next action was swift, and unexpected.

Saint’s bones crushed under his flesh when Tino’s lips covered his own, kissing like a lunatic.

But Saint didn’t let the shock last. He shoved Tino away and sent a heavy punch to his face.

Tino staggered, twice.

“F+k you!” Saint yelled, wiping his lips with his palm. “F+k you, Tino Hallows! F+k you!!!”

He wiped his lips again.

Tino grinned satisfactorily, but his grin died when he received two blinding slaps—from Bexley.

He staggered again, crashing on the wall violently from the force.

“Don’t ever touch me with your gay hands again, bi+ch!!!” Bexley yelled.

And that was when things flipped.

Gunshots suddenly rippled through the walls and floors of the building, shaking everywhere up like crazy.

Earthquake would be the perfect description for the turbulence, and Bexley’s eyes was the first to come wide as two staffs rushed in.

“We have some intruders, sir!”

“Shatter yourselves to the different body rooms and protect the bodies! If any body goes missing, y’all will become bodies too!” Saint ordered.

“But you….” The staffs panicked.

“I can take care of myself!” Saint snarled. “Take the other staffs to guard the body rooms!”

The staffs rushed out, and Saint pulled out a gun from beneath his desk, cocking or fast.

“Get behind me, Bexley!” He shouted.

Bexley fearfully rushed to stay behind him, and then he threw another gun at Tino.

“The hell?” Tino gasped. “How am I supposed to handle it?”

“You watch movies, bastard. Use it!” Saint spat at him.

Then the doors burst open, and ten uncovered hitmen entered.

The office erupted into deafening gunfire immediately.

Saint shoved Bexley behind the overturned desk as bullets ripped through the room, tearing into walls, glass, and furniture.

The hitmen moved with frightening accuracy, splitting into positions and firing in turns to keep Saint pinned.

Obviously, he’s their target, cos all bullets routed to him.

Saint fired back between volleys, dropping one of them before dragging Bexley behind a chair.

Every time Saint changed cover, another wave of bullets chased him from the hitmen.

A bullet grazed his arm, another tore through his shoulder, but he refused to let a single shot reach Bexley.

“They’re too many…” Bexley breathed, too scared.

“I’ll manage,” Said replied, though he knew he was losing ground.

Across the room, Tino watched without moving or using the gun with him. He just stood, looking at the way Saint kept shielding Bexley with his own body.

Raw jealousy curdled inside him, and without warning, he slowly raised his gun, not at the hitmen, but at Bexley.

He pulled the trigger.

Saint saw it and threw himself in
front of her without thinking.

The bullet buried itself in his chest.

—

[Next Day – Dean’s Estate]

Kelly has refused to put her arse to sit since daybreak. Sitting would be a joke right now, considering the fact that she had her husband are just a gap away from facing trial.

Wrath Investments Empire has seized operations since the laundering accusation came about, and the fact that it started on her wedding day with Dean is making her wondering if she’s badluck to Dean’s existence.

They haven’t even had time to go on honeymoon or any fun type. It’s been from one police department trip to another, one interrogation and confrontation to another.

She’s not seeing the end soon, and that’s the worse.

Also, there’s the thing about her pregnancy that’s refusing to form since she began smashing raw with Dean without contraceptives. She’s not sure if she’s the only with problem or him, and it’s crazy.

She deserve this in her late twenties at all, and then there’s Tobias who looks unreachable like a mountain while commiting crimes daily.

They need even if it’s a little bit of evidence against him, but they have nothing in their hands.

The glanced back to see business news displaying on TV, and people going crazy over the new Black Rose Capitals firm already.

Kelly bit into her knuckles.

She needs to find a really strong evidence against Tobias. If that’ll be her little way of supporting Dean.

And she’s going to start by acting like a family in need of laundering.

It’s dangerous, but she wouldn’t find out without trying.

She concluded her thoughts and rushed upstairs to Dean’s room, wanting to barge in, but there’s a lock behind the door, stopping her.

“Dean?” She called.

No answer.

Inside the room, Dean stood beside the bed, pants pulled down, and dick in his hand. On his second hand, there’s a photoshopped naked picture of Seraphina with the large endowments and open p+sy.

He was staring at it and jerking off, m+sturbating to the n+kedness. He’s in his greatest high now, so the knock on the door means nothing to him.

He has to reach his release before he can attend to whoever it is.

The knock came again.

“Dean?” Kelly’s voice accompanied it.

He increased his pace, groaning soundlessly before leaking all-over the picture, panting.

His phone made a sound in bed, and he picked it up curiously.

There’s another meet tonight in the club.

“Seriously?” Dean scoffed. “They can as well start meeting every night. Do they think people have nothing to do with their nights?”

But his grunt was only for a minute. On a second thought, he paused.

Maybe tonight would be the perfect night to do what has to be done.

He lowered the phone and pulled his pants back up, then he cleaned up the floors and went to open the door.

Kelly rushed inside.

“Why the hell did it take you so long to get the door open?” She queried.

“I was too deep in thoughts, Kelly.” He lied. “You know what’s going on with the Empire, don’t try to pick a fight.”

“What if I can get evidence for us?” Kelly asked fast.

Dean’s face squeezed.

“What do you mean?”

“We have to launder money through him.” Kelly said.

Dean nearly laughed.

“Please, Kelita. Don’t make me laugh. You’ll have to up your game if you’re gonna go after the bastard.”

“So what are you gonna do? Just sit around and watch? What’s even the purpose of your new club!?” She demanded angrily.

“I joined the club to end a life, not get help or richer!” Dean snarled.

“Dean, what are we gonna do about Tobias?” Kelly repeated, panting.

“Announce him as the real owner of the company and turn his game against him.” Dean said.

“What!?”

—

[Seraphina’s Mansion – 8AM]

Seraphina woke up with a yawn she didn’t try to stop.

She opened her mouth in a small zero, letting it out with an unintended frown on her face.

She expected her scattered hair to prick her neck cos it was highly disheveled last night when he was inside of her, but it didn’t prick the slightest, and that made her hand go up to her hair, checking it out.

It’s arranged. Her hair is smooth, and that made her eyes shoot open, only to meet the most divine human in front of her, staring.

Pale skin. Blue eyes. Slightly smiley face and overall detailed features.

He tilted up on his side, staring at her like a sick obsessor with wistful eyes and flat lips like he’s exactly where he wants to be.

She could still feel the gumming between her legs, the soreness of her lips, the ache from the deep hickey on her neck, and the redness of her br+sts from his rough handling.

She refused to blink as she stared right back at him, and her eyes caught his wrist again.

The bracelet is still there.

“Tell me about your night…” He asked the question genuinely.

Seraphina scooped herself closer, and he pressed a deep kiss to her head.

“It was the sweetest night I’ve ever had, Tobias. You fucked me good, bathed me, and slept beside me on the same damn bed. I feel sweet.”

He touched her ear shell, and they leaned in at once, kissing deep.

Their lips separated with a pop sound.

“What about you?” She caressed his chin, pressing the dimple.

“You slept well. Naturally, I did too.” He responded.

All this while, he hasn’t stopped looking at her.

“Here,” he tilted up completely, lifting a food tray from the other side.

He placed it in their middle.

“Yay!” She squealed, digging in immediately.

Avocado toast topped with smoked salmon and poached egg, the a tea mug.

She tilted up too, and her naked br+sts tilted up with her.

She didn’t bother covering up with the duvet before starting to eat.

Though, the smoked salmon was layered too much it drowned the avocado, but she ate like it was the most divine thing she’d ever tasted.

He watched her eat, and when she offered him a bite, he rejected.

“Toast and tea ain’t my food kind,” He told her.

“More for me then!” She lifted the tea to her lips, drinking again.

The tea leaked down her chest, and he immediately chased it with his tongue, licking teasingly from her under-breasts.

She intentionally poured more tea, and he licked more from that breast.

“You said you didn’t like tea…” Seraphina teased.

“I could make an exception,” he replied blankly.

She smiled and drank the remaining tea at the base of her cup.

“Tell me, what’s your plan?” He asked.

“Allison helped me with a new building where I can be running my brand for now, and my own building will start it’s construction this weekend. Acosta will be in charge.” Seraphina explained.

He cupped her chin before talking…

“The for-the-meantime building you got, how much did the owner call the price?” He asked, running his hands around her body, till it arrived at the middle of her legs. He began playing with her p+sy slit.

“For two months, she’s renting it out for a million, quiet cheap, and—”

“Have this,” he cut in, pulling out a black amex card. “Get whatever you want from the account. It’s yours now.”

“But I have enough money to pay, trust me, i—”

“What did I just say?” He cut in, cold.

She took the card and thanked him with a peck.

“And when are you establishing your brand there?” He asked.

“I’ll design the building today with top tier designers, and my materials and machines will come in tonight from China, then tommorow, I’ll open properly.” She explained.

“If you need models, just ask. Odds will run it.” He informed.

“No, I want to give jobless people opportunity. There are lots of them in my DM already, so I’ll be holding auditions to pick the best.” She rested her head on his chest.

“So you’re free tonight,” he gave her a side eye.

“Yeah, by 8…?” She blinked.

“Then be ready to go out with me. I’m taking you somewhere.” He said.

“A date?” She looked up expectantly.

“Is that what they call it?” he responded.

She chuckled.

“Vince isn’t dead.” He suddenly talked.

“I know,” she sighed, kissing his chin. “Devils don’t die easily. I only stabbed him on impulse cos I was too angry to see him again.”

“You want me to bring him to you so you can pee on his face and end him with your hands?” He asked.

“No,” she lifted herself a bit. “I want you to take me along whenever it’s time, and let me capture him myself, then kill him myself too.”

He returned her head to his chest.

No words, but she knows he understands her.

She wants to spend all day here like this, on his chest, in silence, just the synchronization of their heartbeats and the weaving of their words.

She wants to be with him and sniff him in till night, but it’s impossible with the work she has to do.

“What are you planning to do with Black Rose Capitals though?” She asked after a minute.

“Ruin Wrath Investments Empire with it?” He replied.

“You’re crazy,” she chuckled.

“I know,” he sighed. “Can’t be a motherfucker if you aren’t.”

“F+k, I love your body scent so much.” She buried her face in his neck, deep like she wants to enter his skin and inhabit it.

Tobias’s face locked in her hair as he inhaled her pomelo too.

It’s driving him insane.

“I mixed your bath, and I have to go. I’m flying to Washington, to see the president.” He informed.

She looked up reluctantly, but the look in his eyes says he won’t be stalled for one more minute.

He already had his bath before she woke, so he dressed up and left after giving her a deep hair kiss.

Seraphina dragged herself down from the bed and entered the bathroom. It’s like she entered another person’s bathroom.

It’s clean she could see her reflection everywhere. It was clean before, but it’s now properly organized.

Nothing is unintentional with it’s placement. It looks new.

Seraphina rushed out of the bathroom, went downstairs, and opened the door fast.

He was just about to enter his car when she stepped out.

In her towel alone, she flew into his arms, and he welcomed her there, hugging her back tightly.

His arms sucked her in.

“Come back quick, yeah?” She whispered, sounding like she already missed him despite his presence.

“I’ll give you a call every half hour.” He promised, cradling her body.

—

[Vince’s Crib]

“I’ll be back from Washington before 1pm. You should wait here for me and not go anywhere. It’s risky to go out there right now.” Vince informed as he shrugged his suit on.

“What?” Will asked from the bed. “You think Tobias would kidnap me to threaten you? Tobias wouldn’t do that. He’s more calculated than that. For someone like you, he’ll take a mightier approach.”

“Do you even know who you’re talking to right now, Daddy?” Vince gave him a glare. “Do you know who I really am? Do you?”

Will chose silence.

“Tonight, some people will nearly pass out when they see me on a throne they don’t expect, and don’t worry, you’ll share in the shock too, but just wait here till I’ll be back from Washington.” Vince finished.

“Can you at least leave Seraphina alone?” Will looked up. “Tobias is hugely involved with her, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Get hurt?” Vince laughed suddenly, touching his father’s shoulder. “You should be worried about Tobias instead. You should be really really worried. He was once your student anyways, so I’ll understand.”

Will nodded.

“The jet is ready,” a man announced.

Vince followed him out, and Uncle Will’s phone rang out loud.

He pulled it out, seeing it’s one of the Matrons at the Foster Home.

Immediately he picked the call, loud cries filled the line.

Will spranged up, mind spiralling.

“What has happened?!”

—

[Tobias’s Oddsion]

It looked like a celebration was about to occur when Tobias arrived.

Odds are littered everywhere.

Some are smoking on the wide curb, some are drinking on the public balconies, some are are eating breakfast beside the park.

Even the handlers of Odium are out of the control room.

Yalda was already waiting at the park when Tobias came out of the car.

“You look fresher than last night, Wrath. I smell the goodness.” She smiled with her lip corner.

“You’re on to something,” Tobias tilted his head with a tight smirk.

“She got caught, and she’s in the slaughterhouse.” Yalda’s smile grew. “And I’ve been pumping Grimm with Viagra since last night. Dude’s ready.”

“Is it?” Tobias smiled wickedly, moving with Yalda.

“The jet is fully fuelled for your flight to Washington. It’s scheduled to move at 9am, that’s twenty minutes from now.” Yalda informed.

“Settled.” Tobias rasped.

From the sea of the other the Odds, Jude and Estelle followed them, then the rest of the cultists.

The slaughterhouse is tight, but they all entered anyways.

Yalda pulled a chair for Tobias, and he sat comfortably in the middle of the room where Kimmy has been stripped naked on the floor and tied up like a criminal.

Seeing Tobias’s face, she screamed.

“You!!!!!!!” Her voice cracked. “I knew it was you! I just knew it!!!! What are you gonna do to me? I’m not going to f+k you! Do not touch me!!”

Tobias let out a chesty laughter, throwing his head back a little.

He faced Yalda.

“Yalda, this bitch here thinks I need her stinkyass p+sy.”

“And that idea needs to be scrapped away from her head.” Yalda grinned.

“How did it feel setting her up with Vince in highschool?” Tobias asked calmly, facing Kimmy.

“Is that why you blew up the highschool and cinema?” Kimmy accused, struggling with the ropes. “Everyone else might be blind to it, but I know you did!!!”

Yalda laughed at her foolishness.

Tobias spread his palm, and Jude placed Mayhem on it.

Tobias stood, set the barrel, and pulled the trigger on Kimmy’s arm.

“Ahhhh!!!! hhh!…agghhhhhhhhh!!!!!” Her screams made the walls shake, blood spitting out of her arm.

Tobias lowered the gun, jaws attaching each other tightly.

“I’m gonna ask again, Kimora Redd,” he looked down at her messy self. “How did you feel when you set her up with Vince in highschool?”

“How else was I supposed to be!!?” She screamed, gagging. “It felt blissful! Should I tell you what else happened? After Vince slept with her and she was disgraced with her bloody skirt, she became two!”

Kimmy laughed shortly, her eyes snapping shut and opening back.

“The f+k do you mean by she became two?” Tobias questioned, eyes lowering with hellish flames.

“She got pregnant, f+ker!!!” Kimmy shrieked. “Seraphina got pregnant with Vince’s child at age fourteen!”

The room fell silent.

TBC.