WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 19&20
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Gods of Death Duet-Book One
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Excess brightness blew over the room. The fire burned like it was set with gallons of sulphur powder.
Skylar quickly pulled the child farther away from the fire as it was starting to brush their skins.
El Crow didn’t move. Even when the fire was brushing his skin.
His eyes stayed focused on the burning man, and behind him, the young child panicked.
“Brother will get burned!”
“He won’t,” Skylar assured her. “Calm down and stay here with me.”
“But…” The kid muttered, still not convinced about it.
Skylar looked up at the lunatic who refused to move away, and her jaws contracted under her skin.
“Madman,” she breathed.
But then she felt it.
She felt what El Crow was currently feeling. The sensations that someone else was in the room with them.
The feeling that they were more than three in this room.
Like a possessed person, she left the kid and walked closer to the fire too.
“Sister!” The kid hollered, crying.
Skylar stood beside El Crow, and their eyes took the shade of the fire, glimmering faintly.
An entity appeared inside the burning fire. It burned with the fire till the fire became shaped like it.
It looked human, but at the same time not human.
The intensity of his presence made the little kid lose her breaths.
She fainted on the floor.
“It’s you,” Skylar whispered, absolute.
“Inferno,” El Crow’s voice sieved out of his vocal cords like rain.
“Why have I been summoned?” The entity responded, voice shaking the building so hard it cracked the walls.
“You call this an appearance?” Skylar scoffed. “We can’t even see your face right now! Show your face!”
“If there’s nothing to do here, I’ll gladly return to my world after giving you both leprosy because no one summons me without a cause!” Inferno boomed authoritatively.
“Take the soul bond with Roselle away,” El Crow spat. “In fairness, she kissed me at Aftermoor. If anyone should suffer soul bond, it’s her, not me. I can’t stand that cunt.”
“Rules are rules, and it won’t be broken just because you said so.” Inferno rasped, deeper.
“Damn, you sound exactly like Ayana the witch. Are you both a couple?” El Crow’s head went to the side, then he exploded. “Get the soul bond away from me! Or just kill me. Take my life and let me die instead of having to feel this goddamn bond!”
“And I need my heartache gone,” Skylar pointed at herself with her thumb. “We’re fighters, and I enter the ring with him more than anyone. It’s cheating if I feel heartache and he gets to beat me everytime!”
“No negotiation,” Inferno breathed through the fire. “I feed on your pains in Aftermoor. Your frustrations fill me up, and there’ll be no stop to it.”
“You feed on our pains?” El Crow grinned crazily. “This fucker …”
“If you feed on our pain, then why do we still have to kill someone to send to Aftermoor monthly?” Skylar asked.
“Because Aftermoor can’t be empty,” Inferno said. “The souls will roam around all day, and their sweats will be nutrients to the realm soil.”
“Twat!” Skylar spat with painfully folded palms.
The fire went out as fast as it started, leaving nothing but smokes in the room. Choky, thick smokes.
The body of the burnt pedophilic man was on the floor, unrecognizable. He had been completed roasted.
Skylar carried the young girl, running out of the shop with her.
She was still unconscious.
Skylar got out same time as El Crow, and they met the rest of the piercers outside, waiting to tear them apart.
“It’s the two most loved fighters in this city,” the shop boss recognized them like everyone else.
“You both really killed one of us?” Another one popped up.
“They set him on fire cos they caught him sucking the annoying kid!”
“What’s so bad in sucking females? She has the nipples, and it was originally made for sucking.”
As they said their disgusting lines, El Crow’s bloodstream got hot.
He wanted to kill, again.
He darted his tongue out, licking his mouth stitch, then he pulled a matchstick out of his pocket, placing it between his lips slowly.
He leaned on the wall, crossing his big arms.
Skylar looked at the unconscious kid she was carrying. She needed to wake up, or she might get really sick as she had inhaled so much smokes.
And if she waited to fight with these piercers, it’d be too late.
So, she ran.
With the kid in her arms, she ran away from the shop.
Part of the piercers tried to follow her, but El Crow’s gun pulled out of his pocket savagely.
One shot.
That was all it took.
A piercer got hit in the butt, and his blood soaked his arse like a large menstrual stain as his scream stabbed the morning air.
“Ohhhh!!!!” He held the arse, but he couldn’t even stand anymore.
He fell on the ground, gasping for air, bleeding and suffering.
In shock, the eyes of the rest of the piercers came back to El Crow.
He examined his handgun like a treasured artifact, then he looked up at them, blinking once.
“Wait, who shot?”
“Bastard!!!!” They roared, coming at him like swines.
He pocketed his gun, deciding to play a little bit.
Only him and nineteen of them, but it still looked like the nineteen were the ones struggling to beat him.
He didn’t beat them.
He wasn’t interested.
He broke them in half and bits.
Once he grabbed their body parts, he did the bending, and….
Crack.
It breaks.
Elbows, ankles, toes, knees, backbones, and necks.
He didn’t kill them.
The only one he really killed was the one who made the last statement about how the kids nipples were originally made for sucking.
He broke his fingers and got his scissors to cut the fingers off.
Then…
He brought one of the fingers into his pen mouth, chewing it insanely right in front of the man.
The man was crying and screaming for his cut fingers before, but when he saw him eating the finger, he lost his mind and peed his pants.
El Crow didn’t swallow.
He spat out the crushed finger in his mouth and laughed loudly with the bloody lips and mouth.
His eyes? Animalistic.
His laughter? Brusque.
His lunacy scented so thick.
“You’re so bitter, and that’s offensive. If that kid’s nipples were made for sucking, then your fingers were made for my chewing, so why the hell is your finger bitter? Tell me!!” He yelled at the man’s face.
The man further peed.
El Crow shoved the scissors into his ear—straight and clean.
The man’s scream was sorrowfully bitter as blood streamed out of his ear. El Crow focused on one ear.
“She’s probably five years old, so you get five stabs, sir.” He lifted his bloody chin before thrusting the scissors into that same ear again…
Four more times.
—
Witches were the peak features of Bourbon street in New Orleans.
Hospitals were only patronized by rich people. The middle classes and poor people visited witches.
Even at times, the rich visited the witches for local cures.
Skylar didn’t take the kid too far before arriving at a witch’s house.
She only payed a few dollars before the witch handed her a tiny scent bag and a equally tiny pill.
She placed the scent bag below the kid’s nose, and the kid woke up after inhaling the scent unconsciously.
Then she made her take the tiny pill with water, and she calmed.
“Where’s brother?” She asked immediately she breathed in.
Skylar smirked.
“I carried you here in my arms, catered for you, and the person you ask of is that boring stitchmouth?”
The kid looked down slowly.
Skylar pulled her out of the witch house, back to the road.
“He’s probably fighting the piercers as we speak.” She said.
The kid looked up instantly, worried. “Will he be ok?”
“Stop asking me questions about him!” Skylar crankily answered.
The kid went rigid, scared.
She stepped away from her.
Skylar shut her eyes, facing the sky. “Kids have the huge talent of getting on my last fucking nerves.”
When she opened her eyes, the kid was already crying, but she didn’t care about the tears.
“How old are you?”
“I’m…” She sniffled softly, hiccuping. “I’m four…years old.”
Skylar’s lips curled. “You aren’t even five yet, but the Piercer was sucking on your nonexistent tits? Should have burned him twice.”
The kid hiccuped again.
“Why were you in the shop?” Skylar asked with crossed arms.
“I sell maltesers and chocolate bars for my Master. They called me into the shop, and I thought they’d buy, but they started touching—”
“Wait…” Skylar’s eyes shadowed when she noticed something.
She squatted, rolling up the kid’s clothes, only to meet huge wounds on her arm and shoulders and back.
The kid quickly stepped away again, pulling her old clothes back on her skin to cover her huge bruises.
She smelled so bad, too.
Probably hadn’t bathed for weeks.
Skylar’s eyes reddened.
“Who did this to you!” She snapped. “Sell maltesers and chocolate bars for your Master? Who the hell is your Master?!” She demanded madly.
The kid shook her head. “No. I can’t. Master will kill me if I…tell.”
“Hey—”
She crossed the road fast, and when Skylar tried to cross the road and chase after her, a long bus drove by.
By the time the bus finished passing, the kid was gone.
“Fuck!” Skylar inserted her fingers in her hair, still angry. “Fuck!!!!”
Boots pounded the road, and El Crow appeared all bloody on the lips and chin and throat.
“Where the hell is the kid?” He demanded heavily.
Skylar was still writhing in anger, she didn’t answer.
“I asked where you put the kid!” He snarled.
She faced him squarely, shoulders high and face cold.
“She was being an annoying brat, so I left her on the road, and she unluckily got hit by a bus. Not like she was worth saving.”
As the words left her mouth like a death lore, El Crow’s silence was the answer she got, but it didn’t last.
The silence disappeared when his fingers rounded, and his blow elevated to her cheek, smacking her.
The hit was so brutal it made her bottom lip split.
“Where’s the kid?” He asked after.
Skylar didn’t stay nonchalant. She choose brutality too, sending her blow to his face to smack back.
His lip split too, turning bloodier.
He ran his tongue tip through the inside of his bloody mouth, his scar looking like it’d tear again.
“The kid ran off,” Skylar muttered hatefully. “You disgust me and—”
She couldn’t say more. Her chest began acting up again.
She had forgotten about how far away she needed to get from him.
She stepped back.
“I swear, you look the best while suffering from this ache. Look at that ugly face getting uglier.” El Crow smiled hatefully with his eyes.
Skylar didn’t say more.
She turned away and began rushing down the street, sprinting till she was far away enough from him.
She stopped in front of a convenience store, panting as her palm fell off her chest slowly. Her head was doing a wild clockwork presently.
When she collaborated with that bastard stitchmouth to beat the pedo piercer, she didn’t feel the heartache.
They were in the same room when they were beating the man, but she didn’t fuckin get the heartache.
Even when Inferno appeared and they stayed close beside the fire, her heartache never came.
Does this mean the only way she won’t get heartache around him is if they’re saving someone together?
She straightened, brain snapping.
Also, she wasted matches at Marisa’s washroom, trying to summon Inferno, the twat didn’t appear. But when she jointly set a fire with El Crow, Inferno appeared.
Meaning; Inferno can only be summoned if only they make the summoning fire together?
Oh Devil.
This is bullshit.
Absolute bullshit.
She was about to move forward on that lane when she noticed the convenience store.
She entered, trying to get something to calm herself down.
She grabbed a pack of bubble gum and was about to go pay when she saw a stack of snacks on a shelf.
Maltesers was written boldly on the packs in white.
“The maltesers the annoying kid was rambling about selling,” she muttered, picking a large pack.
She payed for both bubble gum and maltesers at the counter.
“Hoping to see you in the ring soon, Skylar!” The counter attendant shouted. “And I hope by that time, you’ll beat El Crow! I trust you!”
Skylar gave him a eye roll. She wasn’t the type to do silly fan service.
She got out of the store and opened the malteser, eating a ball of it.
She ate second, third, fourth.
Before she knew it, she went in to buy another pack.
“Heck, I can’t believe I actually like this thing,” she muttered, pulling Marisa’s manor card out of her ripped jean pocket.
Right there, she decided she’d start visiting Marisa tommorow.
She also needs to see Bellatrix again about the Null and Apex stuff.
Also….
Her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.
She picked the call.
It was Quincy. She knew by the sound of his voice when he talked…
“Get back to the house, Long Legs. Boss Satan wants you in her office.”
Of course she wants her.
Roselle probably sang some beautiful lies to her mother’s ears again.
She jogged back to the piercing shop to get her motorbike.
There, she met the piercers association men on the ground, all unconscious with one broken body parts or the other, and the one with the shot butt, then the dead one with bleeding ears and chopped fingers.
Skylar didn’t look at them twice. She mounted her bike and kicked it to life, driving over the one that got shot in the butt. She pressed his neck with her bike tyres, killing him completely.
She was chewing gum classily as she zoomed away.
—
[Jethro Ortega’s House]
It was breakfast time.
It came late as Jethro would be home all day today with his daughter.
The maids set the table with the intercontinental meals, and Jethro was led in with his guards.
They stayed back though, so he sat alone and looked up.
“Where’s Bella?”
Bellatrix came down, beaming as usual in her shorts and cropped shirt. She gave Jethro a cheek kiss.
“Good morning, Dad.”
“You get prettier everyday, bambolina.” Jethro said fondly.
“You know I love you too, Dad,” She smiled widely as they both dug into the food at the same time.
“The banquet went as smoothly as you expected,” she mentioned smoothly. “As you suspected, she asked questions. I twisted the story like you wanted and told her Apex were the slaves,” She narrated.
“Good.” Jethro nodded.
“But why?” Bellatrix frowned. “Why are we lying? I actually like the girl. After El Crow, she’s my second favorite fighter in this city.”
“Hmm,” Jethro glanced suspiciously at her. “Last time I checked, she was your favorite fighter, but now it’s El Crow?”
Bellatrix dropped her cutleries.
“I saw him in person for the first time last night, and…he’s interesting. He’s handsome and…he’s a psycho, and…I think I fell for him at first sight.”
“This is the first time you liked a guy, Bella. It’s very sensitive for me.” Jethro dropped his fork.
“I don’t need you to step in though,” she quickly added. “I’ll do this my own way, trust me.”
“You sure?” Jethro’s mouth tightened.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “As a matter of fact, I’m going to visit Enigma House later today just to see him.”
“Take enough guards with you,” Jethro instructed, standing.
“Of course,” she smiled. “So why did you tell me to lie to my favorite girl about her Apex blood?”
“That’s not a topic for now, bambolina,” Jethro responded, stroking her hair gently before leaving the dinning.
His guards followed him, and one of them handed a tab to him.
On it, the city news floated.
El Crow killed three men from the piercers association an hour ago, and the city is ready to chew him and his team up at the next match.
“He had to go kill before the next important match?” Jethro sighed. “Seems Team Dread will be winning the next match after all. Send my bet money to Dread House right now. Make it half a billion on Rosita.”
“Yes, sir.” A guard rushed off.
Another guard opened the door to a different dimension in the house, and Jethro stepped inside.
Here, the walls were lower, roof also low, and the floors weren’t marble, they were cemented.
The cries of little kids echoed distantly through the concrete.
“One of the kids messed up today, sir. Not only did she fail to sell her maltesers and chocolates. She also came back late. She has been gummed to the wall. We’re awaiting your order to know if we’ll wear her the shock collar,” The guard said.
Jethro didn’t respond. His eyes and mouth stayed clutched till the door closed after them.
—
[Marisa Cesar’s Manor]
The new piano arrived already at some minutes ago.
Marisa had been standing in front of it, running her fingers over the black keys without pressing them.
Her lashes covered her eyes completely, and her surroundings were as cold her her own skin.
It was like she’s currently baptizing the piano with her presence.
“Ma!” The male steward rushed in.
Marisa turned fluidly.
“News on the streets is that El Crow killed three men, and the streets is pissed. Team Enigma is undergoing public disapproval for the first time!”
Marisa turned back to the piano blankly, finally pressing a key.
The sound rang around the manor like a warning.
“I haven’t even started my own revenge, and Arturo’s team is already on fire? What’s gonna happen when I start mine?” She whispered.
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[Dread House – Satan’s Office]
The caged bird in the office was chirping and flying around it’s small cage happily, the sounds low.
Roselle sat on a chair, legs crossed. A doctor just finished working on her mouth, so she felt better.
Satan stood by the walls, staring deeply at the hung pictures while caressing her bird-shaped wristwatch.
Midnight stood by the door.
Skylar came in, looking ready for whatever would come, and Roselle’s face twisted with malice.
“What did you come back with at Marisa’s banquet?” Satan asked.
“El Crow ruined the banquet, so it ended abruptly. I didn’t get to speak one-on-one with Ma,” Skylar said.
“But Roselle said you talked with Marisa for nearly an hour, and you even poisoned the other girls mind against her, so they ignored her,” Satan said, already walking to her.
“If you know you’re going to believe your daughter’s lies over my words everytime, why bother call me?” Skylar sneered at the woman.
Midnight crossed over, aiming to hit her in the face, but Skylar raised Marisa’s manor card up fast.
“I got this from her when we talked, and she told me to report every mistreatment from y’all to her. If you’re still interested in getting connected to Ma, then drop that hand, Midnight.”
Roselle spranged up.
“How is this possible?!”
Midnight’s hand went down, and Skylar left the office.
“You’re really gonna let her go?” Midnight asked, displeased.
Satan took her seat, slowly.
“Have you forgotten she’s the bargaining chip between Marisa and us?” She looked up. “For now, we let her feel like she’s in control.”
Midnight exhaled, and Satan faced Roselle. “What exactly happened to your mouth?”
“I probably ate something bad at the banquet!” Roselle shrugged.
Satan reclined, and a Dread Army entered breathlessly.
“Boss! Words on the street is that El Crow killed three men in the open, and now the streets is against them!”
“Another good news,” Satan smiled briefly, looking at the wall.
“The winner of the next match is obvious,” Midnight said.
Roselle’s palms folded.
El Crow is in trouble.
—
Skylar came across Quincy and Renee immediately she stepped out of the office. They’d been waiting for her.
She walked past, and they followed.
“What lies did Roselle tell this time?” Quincy asked.
“First!” Skylar faced him swiftly. “Stop calling me Long Legs, or I’ll really, really kill you.”
“Who are you killing?!” Renee got in her face protectively.
Quincy laughed, taking Renee’s hand and interlocking their fingers.
Skylar snickered, and they continued their walk in the hallway.
“I haven’t seen Roy’s face around, it’s such a blessing!” Renee grinned.
“You expect him to show his face after barking like a dog?” Quincy grinned with her.
Rosita walked past them in her training gear and braided hair, obviously going for additional trainings at the training lab in preparation for the next match.
“I can’t wait for the next match. We’re beating Team Enigma,” Quincy said.
“And what’s the source of your confidence?” Skylar grimaced.
“You didn’t hear?” Renee blinked. “El Crow killed in public, and now the streets is mad at his team.”
Skylar paused.
“Wait…. seriously???”
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[Enigma House – Arturo Office]
Fuming wouldn’t start to narrate what Arturo was presently feeling.
He was boiling, parading his office with his hand in his hair. All windows were open, but even the fresh outside air didn’t sooth him.
He looked disarrayed and restless all alone, till El Crow entered the office.
“What did you do? B….”
He nearly called his name, but he restrained himself and took a deep breath before trying again.
“El, Why would you publicly kill three people!”
“Correction, they were two…” El Crow sat on the desk as he talked. “I burnt one for touching a kid, and the other one….how did I kill him again?” He caressed his lips with his thumb.
“Oh I remember. I cut his fingers and ate one. It was bitter so I spat it away and stabbed his ears five times.”
“I didn’t ask for details you wanker!!” Arturo yelled. “And you killed three people, don’t lie to me. The third one was shot on his butt and his neck was crushed with something!”
“I killed two people,” El Crow insisted. “The third one? I really shot his arse but I didn’t press his neck.”
“But he still died!!” Arturo yelled again. “And the rest of them? You broke their bones and hospitalized them! You had to go do this when the next match is in three days?”
El Crow got down from the desk, face pulled darkly.
“Now you’re making me regret not killing all of them. One of them touched a kid and the rest supported him! I lost my damn shit!”
“You could have controlled your temper, or you could have ignored them! When did you become a human rights activist you psycho! Are you trying to ruin me? What’s going to happen to my businesses when my associates find out my son kills people in broad daylight!!”
“A kid …” El Crow threw his head back. “Was touched…” He threw his head forward, stroking his jaw. “INAPPROPRIATELY!!!!” He yelled at Arturo’s face like a bomb.
Arturo went still.
“And you stand here, telling me I should have ignored?” He laughed shortly, seizing it fast and snapping back to his blank look. “Of course you’d say that. You’re the same person who ignored your wife’s brain sickness completely till she tried to kill me that night! Fuck you!”
“El!” Arturo tried to catch him, but he was already out of the office.
“El!!” Arturo shouted, falling back to his chair with fallen arms.
“God,” he banged his fist on the desk.
Outside, immediately El Crow came out of the office, none of the guys bothered to talk to him.
His mood was terrible, so they just let him go. He got in his car at the park and drove off speedily.
“Yet, another father-son clash.” Kent leaned on the front pillar.
“He gets angry too easily I don’t blame Boss Arturo for losing his shit with him sometimes.” Blade said.
“Heard the men were trying to rape a young girl. They deserved death.” Lovato hissed.
“They do, but the streets don’t care about that,” Bishop answered, trying to take a little tissue away from her hair, but Castle was faster.
Castle took it away, and Lovato smiled at him, holding his arm.
“I’m going to see Boss Arturo and try to calm him down,” Castle said.
“I’ll follow you!” She offered.
“No,” Castle sternly replied, plucking her grip away.
He left for the office, and Lovato pouted childishly.
“You better get into trainings, Blade.” Kent faced him. “The streets isn’t with us this time, we have to win on our own. You have to win for us.”
“For real,” Bishop added.
“I know,” Blade pocketed his phone and rushed down.
Bishop and Kent followed him, but Lovato stayed still on that pavement, touching her hair and reminiscing about how Castle touched it earlier.
She was blushing.
When Bishop looked back to see her like that, his heart sank.
“Vato!” Kent called after her.
Lovato rushed down to join them eventually, still blushing.
—
[Deep Woods]
Apart from Fighting, Camping, Horse riding, El Crow loved Hunting too.
Hunting alone in the wild.
That was what he opted for after leaving his father’s office in anger.
Thankfully, his hunting gun was in the car, so it was all settled.
Hunting calmed him.
Chasing after huge games and shooting down animals.
He wasn’t a poacher. He obtained his hunting license since young.
An obsessed hunter.
He has been roaming the woods for few minutes now, gun strapped over his shoulder as he searched.
He only hunted in the mornings, and this was nearly dusk. Not a good time for hunting cos he’d surely not get any animal to bullet down.
But maybe he just wanted to walk.
And at the same time, he pondered about the third dead man.
He shot his butt, but he’s sure he didn’t die.
Must have been Skylar who pressed his neck with something.
That shitface sure knew how to buy his rage, and now her punishment just piled up. He’ll be endlessly cruel with his revenge on her.
His head stung in many places when his thoughts suddenly got punctured by a face he didn’t want to see.
Roselle’s.
Roselle’s face appeared in his head without his permission, and he just knew the damn soul bond was about to play tricks on him again.
But it was stronger this time.
Initially, it came in waves—the next wave came stronger than the last, but this time, it all descended on him at once, and his body reacted rawly.
He never got hard without his own permission all his life.
But it happened right there. His curvy c+k stretched inside his p+nts, and fireworks exploded in his head.
He saw Roselle again, and the worse? She was in this same /.
Roselle was inside!
She stepped out from behind the shrubs she was hiding in, and she looked just as affected as him.
After leaving her mother’s office earlier, she actually watched for any sign of him at Enigma House.
When she saw him driving off, she had followed, and here she was.
Merely seeing her, El Crow’s condition worsened. Sweat covered him, and his horniness grew.
It was like a wolf in rut.
A cat in heat.
He lost control totally.
His eyes gleamed, and he lunged for her. Roselle did the same.
When they got to grab each other, the results was crazy.
Their lips crashed into each other, kissing deep into their souls.
So open-mouthed and violent.
Roselle’s chest pounded harder.
“Please…. please let’s have s+x. Please f+k me.” She whispered in his mouth, hungrily as he devoured her like she was made for eating.
Her palms entered his skin, caressing, touching the planes and bulges.
“Please…. please take my v+rginity. Please….I love you, I…. I’m so madly in love with you….”
El Crow’s hands tore off her top front, and her bra followed. He tore it too.
He threw the bra off, and it went hung on top of a tree.
His palms gathered her small bre+sts, pressing, squeezing torturously.
She got so wet it leaked down her thighs to the side of her knees.
“Yes…” She moaned needily…. “Press them… they’re all yours… Please, touch me. I haven’t been touched before. I haven’t been…”
He slammed her notoriously on a tree, and her moans choked when their eyes shared the same glimmer.
He ran madder.
The strings pulling their heads pulled harder, and their lips collided again.
Roselle melted, running her tongue over his mouth stitch as her breasts disappeared between his palms again. “You’re so sweet….I belong to you. I….hmmm…plea…se… don’t stop kissing me. Take me…f+k my v+rginity….I love you.”
Her rants and confessions between the kiss were so hot.
So desperate and needful.
She began undoing his belt.
El Crow’s temperature grew, and his hand went under her skirt, but before he could tear off her p+nty, someone got between them.
El Crow was peeled away from Roselle, and their eyes snapped.
Sanity returned to El Crow.
Bellatrix’s wild eyes came to view. She stood between them, livid.
Roselle quickly covered her br+asts with her palms.
“Who the hell are you!!?” She yelled.
Bellatrix’s guards surrounded the forest completely.
El Crow couldn’t believe his eyes.
What the fuck did he just do?
Bellatrix actually came to Enigma House to see El Crow like she planned, but when she arrived, she saw him leaving in his car.
So she followed him here.
But there was someone else around in that woods.
On a tree…
Skylar.
She sat there, holding a pack of maltesers and watching.
She saw when Bellatrix arrived at Enigma House, and she saw when she followed El Crow’s car.
So she followed Bellatrix here too.
She had been on this tree, watching everything from the start.
She ate another ball from her maltesers pack, exhaling.
“This Bellatrix had to ruin the p+rn I was planning to watch.”
TBC.
