WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 56,57&58
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Gods of Death Duet-Book One
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When Skylar heard El Crow was getting married to Bellatrix, she concluded in her mind that maybe he liked innocent females.
Innocent. Naive. Soft.
Exactly like Bellatrix.
She concluded Bellatrix was his type. He wouldn’t marry her if she wasn’t his type. It makes sense, given the fact that he’s a manipulative scum, he’d need a gullible girl for himself.
But when he saw the way he looked uncomfortable while reading the vows at the wedding, she changed her conclusions… maybe he didn’t really like Bellatrix. Maybe he only married her for the sake of his team.
Maybe their marriage is to make Jethro support the Enigmas.
But now..
That conclusion changed again. If he married her for the sake of his team, there’d be no reason to f+k her by the window of his suite.
Skylar came to Dread House this night to join the trainings since she’d be entering the ring too, but she came to her room to pick a septum ring that she forgot, and she saw them.
El Crow and Bellatrix by his window.
She’d have calmed down and watched, but she saw the happiness on Bellatrix’s face again.
The smile on her face when El Crow entered her from behind.
Skylar hated it, and a serial-killer thrill immediately took over her face.
Not like she could control her evilness. She hates Bellatrix’s smile and happiness like shit.
But what can be done?
At this moment? Nothing.
She just remained by that window, watching them.
El Crow’s pause was for only a minute. He saw Skylar, but that didn’t stop his movements.
He needed this to mask up, so he moved slowly, slowly.
Very slow.
He fucked her against the window, and she began crying quietly after a few thrusts. Her tears rolled.
“The f+k?” He breathed.
“I’m sorry…but you’re just too big I can’t…I feel you in my throat….I think my vagina is gonna tear.”
“Shit!” He pulled out immediately. “Tear? Are you a f+kin kid? That’s your high pleasure building up. If you’re feeling me in your throat, it means I’m doing a good job!”
“I….I’m… sorry…” She sniffled.
“Is this your first time?”
She shook her head in embarrassment. “No…I’m not a virgin, but my first time was…a small penis compared to yours. You’re massive.” She sniffled again.
“I swear if you say penis and vagina one more time, I’ll push you down this damn window!” He snarled. “Holy motherfucking…prude! Are you in the 90s? It is Pv+sy! C+vk!”
“I’m not used to those words. But I can learn….” She quickly said. “Pv+ssy? Có+k? What else?”
“You expect me to start teaching you? S+x education?” He blinked.
She came closer. “Fine, I’ll learn on my own, but can you enter again? I promise I won’t cry this time.”
“Enter where?” He hissed. “I don’t wanna f+ck a boring hole!”
The anger blinded him so much he didn’t notice the rain already stopped. It stopped the moment he began moving inside her earlier.
When he looked out through the window and saw it had stopped, he pulled up his pants and did his belt.
“Don’t go yet!” She shook her head pleadingly. “I promise I won’t cry this time. Please fû+k me again..”
“Did you just say AGAIN?” He looked up angrily. “I never f+ked you. I only entered and pulled out after four thrusts cos you couldn’t take it! That’s not fuckin, it’s disappointment!”
“But I’m sorry…baby..” she started crying again. “I’ll do better next time.”
El Crow wanted to say something hurtful, but when he remembered every female he gets intimate with would die, he rushed out.
“El!” Bellatrix made to go after him, but when she remembered her nakedness, she began wearing her clothes hurriedly.
“He’s mad at me…” Her tears fell on her bra. “He’s so mad at me.”
She was wiping her tears with her backhand as she took her phone.
She entered a search…
→ How to take my husband’s huge co+k in my pussy without crying.
—
Jethro’s car stopped in the middle of the underpass. Immediately the rain stopped, he lost his lead.
The driver had to make a pause.
The skies cleared. Silver linings streaked through the clouds. Fog blew into the streets of New Orleans.
At the backseat of the car, Jethro looked like he wants to annihilate everyone in this city and then sit on top of their piled bodies.
He looked out at the sky through the window as if his eyes would make the rain suddenly start again.
“I put all of my powers and strength and time into the ApexPlus project, only for it to be stolen away. Now I got a lead rain after thirty years, and the rain stopped just like that?” He muttered with his fingers crossed.
“But I think it’s still something, sir.” His driving staff said. “I mean…now you know that the ApexPlus is in this city, and you only have to focus your search in this city.”
Jethro’s jaws clenched.
“Whoever it is, they’ve definitely been hiding the powers. But tonight, they used it for the first time, and that’s why I got the rain signal. But the rain suddenly stopped. That means he masked the powers back.”
“For an ApexPlus to mask up his powers, they need the closest in the bloodline to them….Apex.”
“Apex?” The driver said.
Jethro came down from the car.
“Apex are below the ApexPlus, but no matter what, they’re still the closest to ApexPlus on the bloodline. If the ApexPlus masked his powers, he definitely went intimate with Apex.”
“But you have every Apex in this city in your cell, including your wife and Young Miss….” The driver said.
“Start the search for more Apex in this city. There might be more, and at the same time, investigate what Skylar and Bella were doing during the rain and sent me details.” Jethro ordered, resting on the car.
“Yes sir!” The driver rushed to the convoy cars behind it inform the other staffs.
Jethro stared into space, grinding his jaws again. “I created you… ApexPlus….you can’t be smarter.”
—
[Enigma House]
The chaos hadn’t ended.
It was still ongoing. Just that…it wasn’t guns and bullets and blood anymore.
Now it’s screams of mockery and the sounds of thorough cleanup.
The three Enigmas who got hit has been wheeled to the clinic.
Including Bishop.
The cleaners were now cleaning the blood and sweeping the bullets.
The long cage containing the men has been taken outside the house for everyone to see.
What everyone knew was that attackers entered the house, and they all fought them, caught them and locked them in the cage.
No one could say they saw El Crow exploring his powers or using mind control on the attackers.
It was like that part was wiped away from the memories of everyone.
El Crow has been in Arturo’s office since then, talking to him—a heated talk as they both stood to each other.
“Bellatrix won’t die,” Arturo said for the second time. “Cos she’s Apex.”
“What does being Apex have to do with the soul-bond?” El Crow queried. “Look, I want everything, hitherto! I want every tale! I’m not going to run mad for a stupid power!”
“This is complicated.” Arturo sat back. “Listen, in the ancient bloodline, Apex is in the middle of Null and ApexPlus. Apex isn’t only a bloodbank for Null, but it’s also a s+xfood for ApexPlus. As they’re supplying blood to Null, they also get s+xually attracted to ApexPlus…”
“Wait…” El Crow raised an hand. “Are you saying Apex are bloodbanks for Null and they’re also s+xbanks for ApexPlus?” He frowned.
“Exactly.” Arturo nodded. “That’s why you can mask yourself with her, and she won’t die cos of her role. The main masking agent is the knot that happens during the sex.”
“I’m knotted to Bellatrix?” El Crow laughed crazily, running his hands in his hair. “How could that even happen! I’m still soul-bond to Roselle and I don’t even know when the bond would flare again, you jerk! Two females? Do I look like a toy? Yeah I fuck threesome but definitely not with Bellatrix and Roselle! Those two boredoms in human forms?”
“If you unmask and allow your powers to surface completely, then your ApexPlus blood will destroy your Afternmoore bond with Roselle. The blood in your body is greater than Inferno’s rules or powers or curses,” Arturo explained calmly.
“Then why am I masking? Let the powers out and destroy Inferno and his bond and curses! You have no idea what that stupid entity has done to me! Fuck him!” El Crow spat.
“You definitely can’t unmask!” Arturo shot up immediately. “You’re my only son, and you won’t ruin me by getting yourself killed. Yes, you’re the legendary ApexPlus, and your blood is powerful, but your creator is still alive somewhere!…
“He’d kill you easily. He could even control you cos your buttons are with him! Do you know the intensity of merging science with magic? That’s why he’s called the ancient Maddscientist you punk!”
El Crow sat back quietly.
“That’s the main reason you had to get married to Jethro’s daughter and enter him unnoticed. Jethro is who we need to kill. He’s the creator. The Maddscientist.” Arturo sighed.
“How on earth was I even born?” El Crow questioned slowly. “Jethro created me, but Somehow, it was Marisa who gave birth to me.”
“You won’t understand,” Arturo said.
El Crow nodded, smiling before grinning out loudly. It looked genuinely scary as his scar pulled against his facial skin.
Then, he stood suddenly and rushed over to Arturo’s table. Without waiting, he picked the porcelain sitting there and lifted it.
Castle entered and pulled him by the bank of his shirt, restricting him.
“No, El…that’s your father!!”
El Crow shoved Castle away and still went for Arturo again.
He gripped him by the collar and slammed his back on the office wall, looking down at the average height man who was obviously scared.
“Get out, Castle,” El Crow ordered.
Seeing his rage, Castle didn’t try to argue.
He went out.
“Calm down, El.” Arturo tried to coax him. “You already used the power once, and it’s gonna keep trying to get into your head so you can unmask and use it again. You can’t allow it. Control your anger! Don’t let this power trick and take over you…ok?”
“How was I birthed?” El Crow repeated calmly. “All this time, you kept my identity from me. I didn’t even know I was ApexPlus till last year when you decided to tell me…
“You didn’t tell me there were other ancient bloodline like Apex and Null till I made researches myself! Why? Are you ashamed of my birth?”
“No that’s not true!” Arturo argued, his neck red already cos of his collar in El Crow’s palms.
“Then tell me!!” El Crow shouted.
“It’s not now, El Crow…. please… please don’t make me tell you.” Arturo shook his head.
El Crow let him go roughly.
The man fell to the floor.
“Don’t call me. Don’t come to see me. Don’t even let me see you!” El Crow glared before leaving the office.
Arturo remained on the floor, trying not to cry as he leaned on the wall, breathing hard.
“You have no idea how hard I suffered and how deep I searched to get information on ApexPlus, El Crow. You have no idea how long i researched to get to the root and how much time I spent before I found out Jethro was the Maddscientist…All for you…all for your sake.”
He coughed out, caressing his neck.
Castle came back inside.
“Boss!” He helped Arturo up. “Are you ok?”
“Am I ok?” Arturo looked at him. “I mean…look at me. Do I look ok?”
Castle gathered the documents that fell from the table.
“I love El the most in this world. Why can’t he see that? Why does he think I’m ashamed of his birth?” Arturo wondered hurtfully.
“You know how he is. When he’s angry, he doesn’t hesitate to vent. He’ll come around… whatever it is.” Castle shrugged slightly.
Arturo gathered himself together, nodding once. “Let’s hope he comes around this time. Are the blue heads still inside the cage?”
“Yes, forty-five of them cos we killed five during the gunshots.” Castle nodded. “But I wonder where that long cage came from. I’ve not seen it before.”
Arturo understood immediately that it was the power of El Crow’s unmasking. The memories of the team members have been wiped.
“Don’t worry about the cage.” Arturo stood. “Find me a shell company that can supply forty-five deep freezers before tommorow morning.”
“What are we gonna do?” Castle asked curiously.
Arturo walked out of his desk with his arms on his back.
“Marisa gave me a show without appearing here herself. I’ll simply give her a show in her manor without actually appearing there too.” He faced Castle. “Refrigerate the forty-five men till they become chunks of ice blocks, then send them over to Marisa’s Manor together with the freezers,” he ordered.
“Copy that!” Castle nodded and stepped out quickly.
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Outside, El Crow wanted to immediately drive away, but when he noticed Bellatrix was absent, he paused. Where could she be?
With his swelling anger, he should drive away and leave her here, but he couldn’t ruin things.
His good husband facade can’t be breached. Now that he has more reasons to kill Jethro.
He hates his daughter now.
And the fact that he’s sure Bellatrix knows about her father’s business but she’s keeping his secret?
It’s just foul.
And that same boring thing was crying when he shoved his dick in her.
Seriously? For a dick?
He hissed out, and his mind did a fast flashback to the camping truck…
His dick on Skylar’s palms.
The boat.
His mouth between her legs.
He got hard, and he had to start stroking his dick by himself.
He bit his inner lip.
Where’s that slut anyways?
He needs to go check the riverside tonight to know if she left her hair there and is ready to work together.
The car door opened, and Bellatrix rushed inside, panting.
She actually hadn’t left the suite since El Crow abandoned her there.
She remained there, just making searches on how to take his cóvk and at the same time reading from sex sites.
She consumed so much of the sites, and now she’s brimming with it.
“I’m so sorry about earlier, baby. I promise I’ll do better next time…” She promised again. “Forgive me.”
“I don’t give two fucks about your sorry, Bellatrix. Why am I still not seeing my necklace anywhere?”
Bellatrix froze.
She thought he forgot.
She was wrong.
“I…I….” She stuttered. “I know the shape and size! I can get you another one that’s even more expensive and more beautiful and—”
“More expensive?” He chuckled suddenly. “Are you saying I’m a fool for wearing the cheap necklace?”
“No I didn’t say that!” She denied.
“I know it’s cheap, but I kept wearing it for a reason! I’d buy all the necklace store if I wanted, but that necklace is mine! My stuff!”
Bellatrix began crying.
“I…I didn’t know. I swear, it was with me in the bridal suite but it suddenly disappeared and…”
“You have no idea how much I hate crybabies…” He murmured.
She quickly wiped her tears.
“You lost my necklace? Fine, forget about it. I’ll take you home.”
He started the car, and she tilted to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m so sorry. I promise I read extensively about sex, and now I can take you and offer you any style you want. I’ll be a good, obedient wife for you.”
El Crow wasn’t even listening to her.
His eyes was on Dread House as he drove his car past it. He saw her—the cumslut.
Skylar is currently entering Dread House with Rosita and Quincy.
He only saw her backside, but he knew it was her. No other girl carried herself that way.
No other girl wore cropped tops with dirty wordings.
No other girl would wear short leather pants without fishnet tights to minimize the nudity. No other girl had those intentional tattoos.
No other girl had darker hair.
No other girl walked like she owned the place or had those legs.
Of course it’s her.
He stared till she disappeared into the crowd of Dreads..
Then he drove off.
—
[Dread House]
Skylar actually went with Rosita and Quincy to get some snacks outside the House.
She ran out of maltesers, so she had to buy another one.
Rosita bought popcorn while Quincy bought two pork rind parks.
They settled at M Sector to eat after getting drinks from the house kitchen. Skylar hated sweet drinks, so she just went for lemonade while the others went for beet juice.
Immediately they settled, Renee joined them.
She was actually in the bathroom when they were leaving.
She took one pork rind pack from Quincy immediately.
“Mrs. Ortega…” She smiled at Skylar.
Skylar instantly poured some of her lemonade at her face.
“Skylar!” Quincy gasped.
“It’s still Skylar. Call me that ugly Mrs. Orstupid again, and I’ll skin you alive,” Skylar warned, looking mad.
Quincy quickly wiped Renee’s face with his jacket, but it still stung.
They had to wash with water.
“I missed your wickedness…” Rosita laughed, facing Skylar.
“I didn’t miss your poke-nosing, definitely.” Skylar rolled eyes.
“Did you just roll eyes?” Rosita blinked. “You rarely do that. Who did you pick up the attitude from?”
Skylar paused, thinking back to when she saw El Crow doing it countlessly.
“Are you entering the ring for the second tournament?” She changed topic immediately.
“Almost everyone is entering the ring. It’ll be tougher than first, yunno. And we might record ring deaths. There’ll be no immediate medics, remember?” Rosita said with a sigh.
“Next time, Skylar, just warn me with your mouth. You don’t always have to be so cruel,” Renee said when she was finally able to get the sting away.
“I don’t know how to be gentle, plus I don’t like you.” Skylar rolled eyes again.
“I don’t like you either. I’m just tolerating you!” Renee shot.
“Very good!” Skylar raised her hands. “And the world keeps spinning.”
Rosita laughed loudly.
“You know how to make me like you more each time I see you…”
Skylar just sipped from her lemonade.
“If only you both can get along one day,” Quincy said, rubbing Renee’s laps under the table.
“I hope that day never comes!” Rosita shouted. “You want me to die of boredom? They’re entertaining me with their enmity!”
Quincy glared, and Rosita scoffed.
“The cleaning woman is gone, Skylar. Now we have to change training routine and we’re confused,” Renee said.
“The woman is with me at Jethro’s house…” Skylar shrugged.
“For real?” Quincy and Rosita chorused.
“Jethro said she’s his gift to me or whatever.” Skylar ate her maltesers.
“Human gift?” Renee blinked.
“That’s so romantic!” Rosita held her chest. “Yeah he’s dangerous, but if you’re his wife, you’re under his protection! Think of it as some mafia kinda shit!”
“You’re just somehow.” Skylar shook her head.
Rosita giggled.
“So how are we gonna train?” Quincy asked impatiently.
“I already talked to Rosita. She’ll teach you both…” Skylar said.
“You didn’t talk to—”
Before Rosita could finish, Skylar covered her mouth.
“She’ll teach you both,” she said to Quincy and Renee again.
Rosita pushed Skylar’s palm away, breathing heavily.
“You’re sick!”
“Yeah!” Skylar quipped.
“So when are you gonna train us yourself?” Quincy asked.
His hand still stayed on Renee’s laps, squeezing, caressing.
She was already soaked on her chair. Not her fault her body reacts to her big brother’s touch a lot.
“I’ll be the one to handle your trainings for the third tournament,” Skylar replied easily.
“Is anyone not gonna talk about the gunshots at Enigma House? Are we all gonna pretend?” Renee said.
“What’s there to talk about?” Skylar frowned. “Gunmen entered Enigma House, and there was a shootout between them and Enigmas. The gunmen were caught in a cage. So boring. Would have been nicer if the gunmen killed more Enigmas.”
“Including El Crow!” Renee chirped. “I badly want that lunatic to die!”
Skylar gave Renee a blank look and then sipped her lemonade.
“We called you yesterday, but your phone wasn’t reachable…” Quincy said.
“I don’t have a phone for now… I’ll let you know when I get a new phone…” Skylar informed.
Almost immediately, Roselle barged into the sector, mad with fury.
She snatched Renee’s very juice bottle and smashed it on the wall.
Then, she placed the sharp edges of the broken bottle on Skylar’s neck.
“Stop this craziness!” Quincy shouted.
“You will shut up when I’m in a room!” Roselle shouted at him.
Skylar remained seated, just sipping her lemonade. It’s like she’s not aware of the bottle on her neck.
Same with Rosita. She ate her popcorn. She was even throwing it up and catching it with her mouth.
“Now that you’re a wife to that stupid mogul man, I’m sure he brought Roy to the house. Tell him to release Roy!” Roselle ordered breathlessly.
Skylar looked up.
The bottle edge entered her neck a little, letting blood out.
“I don’t have my healing ability, so it won’t heal. Imagine me going home to meet Jethro and he sees my neck like this? Maybe you’ll follow Roy.”
“I actually wouldn’t mind that…” Rosita nodded. “I mean… I’ve always wanted to cut our twin bond and be without a twin. It can only happen if you die.” She faced her twin.
Quincy and Renee boldly laughed out, not even bothering to cover their mouths as the laughter spilled.
Roselle lowered the bottle and stepped back.
She said nothing.
She just walked out.
“She said nothing?” Renee blinked. “That’s suspicious.”
“Her silence is not important.” Skylar stood and drank her last drop of lemonade. “If she asks of me again, tell her I’ll be waiting for her at my husband’s house. My dear Jet.”
Rosita laughed at that.
And some minutes later, Skylar left the house and got on her bike.
Her mouth still tasted like maltesers, and she immediately wondered if Eden is really still alive.
Her mind went to the show she watched by her bedroom window earlier.
Bellatrix and El Crow.
Dude didn’t even spend one minute
before pulling out.
What could have happened?
She’s not a nose-poker, but she’s highly curious about this.
She let out a heave, her mind going back to Ayana’s words.
She has to find the ApexPlus and connect with him, but where’s he?
Maybe she’ll get the answer to that in Jethro’s house too since he’s the creator of him anyways.
But she can’t do anything alone at Jethro’s house. At all.
No matter what, she needed El Crow to work with her.
Two brains are better than one.
She started the bike and drove down the road, over-speeding.
—
[Marisa’s Manor]
Satan and Midnight have been sitting in Marisa’s piano room for half an hour now.
They came for a talk, but when Marisa began playing her haunting tunes, they had no choice but sit and listen while they ate the cookies the stewards served them.
“The interior of this manor, doesn’t it slightly resemble Jethro’s house with the animalistic designs?” Midnight noticed after a while.
“I love your keen eyes, Midnight,” Satan said. “But not now.”
Midnight went silent, and that was when Marisa’s tune stopped.
She stood and faced her guests with a sharp but pinching smile. Her heels clicked as she walked to them.
“Welcome to my abode again, Satan Osborne and Midnight. What are your plans for the second tournament?” She asked.
“Heated as usual, and we’re preparing for casualties this time,” Satan responded.
“You don’t look like this upcoming tournament is the reason you’re this troubled,” Marisa noticed.
She sat in front of them, her plain blue dress dragging the floor.
“We’re currently reinvestigating the death of Darius, of course we’re troubled,” Midnight said.
“And who’s the prime suspect?” Marisa asked.
“Your son,” Satan said. “And before you get mad that I called him your son. Even if you hate him, he still came out of you.”
Marisa smiled gently.
“Go on.”
“The day before Darius died, he had a fight with El Crow. We’re thinking he got angry and killed him the next day. We all know how hotheaded he gets when angry,” Midnight said.
“That’s because he’s not the one controlling his anger. It’s something else….” Marisa sighed.
“I don’t get.” Midnight frowned.
“Excuse us, Midnight,” Satan said.
“But—”
“Midnight!” Satan snarled.
Midnight left reluctantly.
Now, the women relaxed.
“We both know it’s his ApexPlus blood driving his anger.” Satan said.
“You know about what he is?” Marisa’s brows cinched.
“Did you forget I was once friends with Arturo?” Satan scoffed. “Acheron Family was once friends with my Osborne family. Arturo told me everything back then.”
“Oh…my bad.” Marisa nodded.
“Did you know that Enigmas were attacked by gunmen some hours ago?” Satan asked.
“I sent them.” Marisa looked down.
“They were caught in a cage though,” Satan broke the news.
“Of course they’d be caught.” Marisa blinked. “It’s a houseful of fighters who’re madly trained. I sent them there to trigger El Crow. That power inside him is going stale. I’m eagar for him to let it out so Jethro would catch him and eat him raw.”
“Why not tell Jethro directly?” Satan asked trickily.
“Same reason you haven’t told him,” Marisa said.
Satan chuckled.
“Telling Jethro would be less hooking. We all want dramas, right? Let the ApexPlus reveal himself. We only have to keep adding fire.”
“Good.” Marisa smiled.
They clinked glasses.
—
[Jethro’s House]
Bellatrix just finished up in the bathroom, and now she’s in front of her mirror, dressing herself up.
The first step to a good sex appeal is looking good for your husband.
She brought out a set of really cute lingeries with flower prints.
Color pink. She loved flowers a lot, so every of her things had the prints.
The lingerie was tight against her skin, curved against her curved. She shaved before wearing it.
Though, she was barely hairy down there before. She still shaved.
Sprayed herself with excess perfume and wore makeup by herself.
She kept a condom foil on her palm, but when she remembered they’re husband and wife, they don’t need condoms, she dumped it.
She climbed the bed, waiting for him.
After he dropped her at home earlier, he left the house again, saying he needed to go back to Enigma House to get some stuffs sorted about the attack that took place.
But he’ll soon be coming back though. He said he’d return.
So she waited in bed, smiling and already blushing.
“Deeper baby… deeper…” She practiced her moans.
—
In the living room, Jethro stood by the glass wall, holding a new latest model microscope while staring blankly at the city.
Since the house was built on a cliff, the view here was the best.
It feels like he’s on top of the sirkdt, especially at nights like this.
Since he lost the lead earlier, he’s been moody and slightly down.
His mood won’t reset till daybreak. He looked at the microscope again.
He had ordered for this since yesterday for Skylar, and it arrived today. This microscope delayed Roy’s punishment last night.
But now that it’s here, nothing would hold it back anymore.
He dropped the microscope, and his staffs joined him.
“Sir… during the rain, there was a shootout at Enigma House, and the cameras were blurred by bullets, so we didn’t get a footage. But at Dread House, Skylar was by her suite window during the rain. Nothing suspicious, sir.” They reported.
“Then intensify your search in the city! There’s an additional Apex that I don’t know of. Find her!”
The staffs rushed out, and the cleaning woman came in.
She stood behind Jethro with a bowed head.
“I hope the years you spent at Dread House keeping your eyes on Skylar didn’t change your loyalty,” Jethro said without looking at her.
“I’m always by your side, sire.” The woman’s head remained down.
“You’re the only one aware of the main reason why I stole her from her parents.” Jethro faced her slowly.
“And not even a soul has been told,” she replied coldly.
Jethro sat with a heave.
“I need my powers back. I need to be in charge again…”
“Just find you ApexPlus, sire,” she said blankly again.
“I lost the lead…” Jethro sighed.
“Then find an alternative. Find a little power from somewhere else and use it to find your ApexPlus,” She said.
“That’s one of the reasons I brought El Crow and Skylar into this house.” Jethro poked his cheek with his tongue. “They have strange powers, and the staffs even saw El Crow with a dagger. I’ve been trying desperately to tap into that power, but nothing.”
“Maybe you need to visit Aftermoor and meet the owner of the power.” She blinked her blind eyes.
“Aftermoor?” Jethro frowned.
“You should meet Inferno.” She turned around and walked away.
“I’ve heard about him. The fallen angel who became sardonically evil?” Jethro stood suddenly.
“Exactly,” the woman replied without looking back.
—
[Acheron Family Clinic]
Bishop and the other wounded Enigmas were brought here for medical attention, and the clinic looked slightly full as friend of the victims awaited good news.
Bishop was one of the people that first got attended to.
The bullet was taken out of him, but he remained unconscious.
Blade and Kent are the only people inside with him.
El Crow was here before, but after his bullet was removed, he left but he’d come back when Bishop wakes.
“I believe we have a betrayer in the house,” Blade said. “No one except we the team members knew about that backdoor. But attackers entered through that same door?”
“Sure…” Kent nodded uninterested.
Blade frowned.
“Sure? That’s all you’re gonna say?” He stood. “Seriously, what’s wrong with you, Kent. Are you ok?”
Before Kent could reply, they heard a little cough from Bishop in bed.
“Bishop?” They stood to him at the same time.
“How’re you feeling?” Kent asked worriedly.
Bishop’s hot, sickly eyes scanned around the ward, and immediately he didn’t see Lovato…
He lost consciousness again.
“Bishop!”
“Doctor!” Blade rushed out.
—
[Enigma House]
Castle was supervising the freezing of the blue-hair men.
The freezers arrived fast, so they had to plug it all and so everything as per Arturo’s orders.
Throughout, Lovato stayed with Castle. She supervised with him.
They rounded up few minutes ago after plugging all freezers, and that was when she returned to her room fo bath and get ready to go see Bishop at the clinic.
But just as she was wearing makeup in front of the mirror, Castle entered.
“Senior Castle?” She stood, beaming as she dropped her mascara.
Castle’s walk to her was obviously calculated and with intentions which was revealed when he got to her.
He pulled her closer with her towel, and she gasped sharply, heart racing.
“Senior…
“Are you gonna go see Bishop?” He queried, glaring.
“Will you get mad at me if I go?” She blinked desperately.
“Do you not want me to look at you anymore? Do you not want me to choose you anymore? Aren’t you hungry for my attention anymore?” He queried again, heavier.
“I’ll never do that!” She shook her head. “I’m sorry for even thinking of going to see Bishop.”
He let her go, stepping away from her with his pocketed hands.
His gaze was degrading.
“Then…show me you’re sorry. Kneel to me and kiss my feet.”
Lovato didn’t think twice.
She fell on her knees like a devoted worshiper.
She folded up Castle’s trousers and attached her lips to his feet.
“I’m so sorry, Senior Castle…I’m sorry for even thinking of going to see Bishop. I love just you…”
He spat on her head. The saliva drooled to her face…
To the side of her mouth. She kicked it with her tongue and opened her mouth up for more spit.
She used her hair to clean his feet too as she kissed them.
Castle got his phone, recording the scene while his eyes rolled diabolically behind his glasses.
—
[Mississippi River – 12midnight]
Skylar had gone for a drive around the city after leaving Dread House. She didn’t want to go to Jethro’s house yet. Roy’s punishment is the only thing she’s looking forward to.
Apart from that, nothing exciting in that house. It’s always the Cinderella’s annoying happiness which she gets to witness and her silly stories about her husband, so Skylar wanted midnight to slice across the clock before she’d return to the house.
She was still driving around the streets when she remembered that cocaineboy told him to come hand her hair on a tree here if she wants to work with him in the house.
So she came.
The Mississippi river was always silent. The longest river existing was of course not a place for play.
But at nights like this, it was worse. She didn’t even hear the crying of crickets or the blinking of fireflies as she walked into the woods that surrounded the river.
Dried, short branches crunched under her boots. As a result of the heavy rain earlier, the weather had turned so cold, plus the fact that the river surroundings was always so chilling. The cold doubled.
“Should have brought a jacket along. Damn.” She blew warm air from her mouth to her palms and palmed her face with the palms.
Despite the rain, the bright stars sat in the clouds elegantly, sparkling faint light in the woods.
She took a pause when she saw what she wasn’t expecting in that forest.
A moth.
It was flying around a plant, chasing the thin rays of starlight around.
She got a little compulsion to go after it, but she shook it off.
Only a kid chases these things. But she likes it though. Since she sang that song with cocaineboy at the music shop, she liked moths.
She watched the moth fly away before she proceeded till she got to the riverside where the tree stood.
She pulled out few strands of her hair and was about to wrap them around the lowest branch on the tree when she heard crumples behind.
Turning, her eyes caught his silhouette first,…. lodged between the shadows of two plants.
Then he came to light slowly.
A white blazer over his white singlet and a loose jean.
His typical style. He has washed away his black hair dye.
He’s back to his original blonde.
His original look.
“You don’t have to hang strands. I changed my mind and came to take the answer myself.”
Skylar wrapped her palm around the strands and marched threateningly to him, nearly knocking into him.
“How were you able to get us out of the water last night?”
Her eyes stayed glued to his own as the question danced between them.
He stared right back…
He could hear her harsh breathings—a sign that she’s desperate for answer.
One he’s definitely not giving her.
“We’re working together, are you in or not? By tommorow, I’ll start hunting for answers from Bellatrix. You’re Jethro’s….wife. You’ll be in charge of getting his schedule so we’ll know when he’ll be out of the house. That’ll be when we search.”
“I’m Skylar, not Jethro’s wife.” She glared daggers at him.
“Jethro’s….wife,” he muttered.
“Can you not piss me off this night?” She sneered. “Else, we’ll have to talk about your fûck with Bellatrix that didn’t last a minute.”
“I’m glad you watched.” He breathed inside, searching for a clean spot on the riverside sand. He sat down.
Skylar paraded for a while before sitting beside him.
“You’re in charge of getting to Trix. I’m in charge of her father. Starting tomorrow…Deal,” she said.
“A deal without shaking hands?” He smirked at her.
“I will not shake your hand.” She folded her arms across her chest.
El Crow looked away.
“When Darius was alive. He always didn’t stop talking about you to me. I used to think you were tolerable cos I believed Darius wouldn’t like a stupid person, but here you are.”
“Do you feel comfortable calling people names? Fool!” She rolled eyes.
“Oh… you’re rolling eyes now?” He noticed immediately.
She blinked and looked away.
She could feel the middle of her legs throbbing again. Just smelling his scent, she got turned on.
Don’t judge. His mouth just worked so good she wanted more.
She looked in the distance, trying to distract herself with the river.
The riverside breeze bit their skins, and she rubbed her arms as goosebumps formed on her skin.
El Crow gave her another look.
Is this the part where a male is expected to give a female his jacket?
But he dislikes this female. The only thing he wants to do now is suck her p+ssy again, and this time…
He’ll make her cum.
Cum till she nuts in his mouth.
He wants to taste her squirt again.
He wants to hear her moan again.
He wants to see her pink p+ssy again.
He wants to eat, hungrily.
He wants to do more than eat…
“I’m jealous of your childhood…” She said, interrupting his very dirty thoughts. “Your mother might be stupid, but your father was there, at least. But my childhood was spent in the Dread House Secret Room…” She spaced out as she talked.
“I grew up to meet myself in that room, and I wasn’t let out. The only time I saw people was when Satan’s twins began menstruating at age 11. She brought them to the room monthly to get them blood from me…The one time Darius came with them, I knew he liked me.”
“He was the one who convinced his mother to let me out of the room and train me to be a fighter…”
Skylar looked at El Crow at this point and found him staring with a grin.
She scoffed.
“You’re grinning?”
“Am I supposed to feel pity for your sorry-arse?” He scoffed back. Though, his fingers were scrapping against the sand secretly at the other side.
“Just go home. Go meet your wife.” She gave him a bitter glare.
“No. She’s annoying,” he said.
“Hmm.” She nodded. “And I’m not annoying?” She asked him.
He took off his jacket and dropped it on her laps carelessly.
“You’re annoying, but that’s fine. Your annoyance is something I look forward to…” He said.
Skylar’s throat tightened.
TBC.
