Sweet Sin – Chapter 21,22,23&24

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[An Hour Later]

Laying down in the middle of scattered warehouse bodies and inhaling the scents of blood forever was Tobias initial plan, but he has too many shit to take care of outside.

So, he only spent an hour inhaling, after which he stepped out of the warehouse, carrying the metal box which now has Mayhem locked inside carefully again.

With his second hand, he dragged the moneybag on the ground.

The night felt new. The air felt good,, and he understands the cause. Air would never feel good if he doesn’t see blood, and the night feels pretty whenever he uses Mayhem.

It’s been a long while.

In seminary, all he did was sit in the midst of the hungry-looking men all day and night, listening to scripture verses and doctrines.

Doctrines which he doesn’t know why they exist by the way.

The human chest is too deeply corroded by sins to be redeemed by few lines from a book.

He believes in the wickedness of Odium. He believes in his own cruelty. He believes in the blood oath, that’s what makes him stay alive after surviving too many life threats.

Not like he couldn’t kill when he was in seminary, but Uncle Will sent him anyways, and he had to make him think the seminary was really reshaping him, so he stayed low-key.

Now that he’s out, Mayhem has resumed destruction.

The ruin and carnage begins.

As he stood in front of the warehouse, staring at the night and relishing on the taste of his after-kill, his sharp eyes caught one of the black butterflies. Seems like it’s the only remaining one flying around.

His eyes followed it’s flight till the butterfly stopped at the uncompleted building facing the warehouse.

On top of the building, stood four tall mysterious shadows. Their faces have been shawled by the cloak of darkness, but even darkness can’t cover odiousness.

They’re his people.

His race.

Immediately Tobias saw them, they jumped down the building and rolled back into consuming darkness.

Tobias brought his palm to his face, wiping the blood on his jaw while proceeding to his car.

He dropped the gun and moneybag in his backseat before settling on the driver’s seat.

His phone received a immediate buzz which made him pull the device out of the safe.

It’s exactly the text he expected.

• Welcome back to bloodiness, Wrath. Witnessing your first kills after five years was entertaining as f+k. We’ll be expecting more.

This time, Tobias typed back.

Tobias: I was supposed to take ten lives, but you took two out of the ten. You shared the fun with me, and that won’t go unpunished.

He received an instant reply.

• We know how much you love having your fun alone, and we’ll surely be waiting for your brutal punishment. By the way, your second carved body and black roses is waiting for you at your Church gate.

Tobias wasn’t gonna reply that, so he made to drop the phone, but another buzz hit the device which didn’t sound like it came from Odium.

So, he checked.

Immediately he saw it, he relaxed soundlessly on his seat, reading…

• What do you mean by the note you left on the hotel bed?

He read it again.

Again.

The sender is obvious.

She didn’t text him with the burner phone he gave her. She used her own personal phone, so it’s a new number.

But who else would accuse him of dropping a note on a hotel bed? Of course it’s Pathetic Stupid Dog.

He didn’t reply.

He dropped the phone and grabbed the steering wheel, driving off.

—

[Savior’s Alive Church – Brothers Quarters – Jude’s Room]

The laptop keys felt hot under Jude’s fingers as he ran then impatiently over the letters, typing, erasing, correcting, and entering.

He has been on this for almost an hour now, trying to find out tidbits about Tobias.

He’s not sure this man went to seminary.

He probably just deceived everyone. Cos how would a Priest possess all the uncouth characteristics he has been seeing? He also has porn on his laptop and uses cuss words?

He’s losing his mind cos there’s even nothing about him online.

Not even a single of him picture from Hollow University.

Not a picture from his highschool days.

Not a picture from his family tree.

He went to the seminary board to check the pictures of the just-graduated Priests.

Only his name was mentioned, and while other Priests had their pictures attached to their names Tobias name had no picture. It’s blank.

It’s like he doesn’t exist.

People don’t even know Dean’s twin is still alive unless Saint, Uncle Will or Dean himself mentions him.

Who’s this man?

Jude closed down his laptop frustratingly and swept his hair back with his two hands, sighing.

“Christ, what’s going on?”

His thoughts were cut off by a inappropriate buzz from outside.

“You can’t just enter this place like that! It’s a holy land!”

“It’s either Jude shows his face, or our forceful entry will be the least of your problems cos we’ll burn this place to the ground!”

Jude rushed out of his room, proceeding the general passage.

He met total disarray.

The Brothers who’re washing clothes in the lavatory have been kicked out, and their clothes have been poured into the sand. The Brothers praying in the halls have been dragged out, and they’re getting beaten so bad.

Chairs and tables have been broken. Even the kitchenwares have been slammed around the walls, filling the floor with glass shards.

There’s water everywhere too—lathered water from the lavatory.

And the orchestrators of the chaos are some tattoed thuggish men who look like they live for chaos.

They were screaming mockingly at the helpless Church Brothers as they molested them.

There are too many of them in that passage, but when they saw Jude, they let go of the other Brothers.

Jude gulped, fear signing in his sight. He recognizes them. These are the same people who made him run away from his home two years ago.

He left his home, came here, and became a devoted Brother.

They’re loan sharks, and he’s owing them money huge enough to get him arrested and thrown in jail.

“Jude Achilles,” the Loaner Boss pointed a finger full of rings at him, laughing. “You’re a smart thing, I give you points for that. Your late parents borrowed cash their faces became our loaning office signboard visual, but when you couldn’t pay us back, you decided to come hide in Church cos it’s a safe place anyways. Isn’t that iconic, guys?” He faced the other men who replied him with laughter.

When he faced Jude again, the smile and laughter cleared off, replaced by the look of a predator they always had on their faces two years ago. The same look which scared Jude away.

Jude felt himself sweating, gulping again. His spine snapped.

“You hid for two years, and hats off to you for that, but now that you’ve been found out, this safe place will become your burial ground!” The Loaner Boss yelled, grabbing a metal pipe. He twisted, leaping over the washing machine.

Jude saw it coming, but it still took his breath away when the Boss stuck his head savagely with the metal pipe. The sound was straight.

Jude staggered—two steps back.

His eyes rolled as his groan escaped his mouth with a painful push.

Blood ran down his forehead from his head. He staggered, again. The blood entered his eyes.

“Uhhh,…hhg!”

The passage door was thrown open fast, showing the Sisters and Nuns.

“Jude?” Grace and Ruth chorused with popping eyes.

Estelle closed her palm tightly over her mouth, gasping.

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[Allison’s Mansion]

The Mansion looks dead now that the lights are off, and the only two people inside aren’t talking.

Allison fell asleep when Seraphina began massaging her knees, but Seraphina still carried on with the knee massage. It can’t stop yet.

Seraphina could do it till daybreak since she doesn’t feel like sleeping anyways.

So, she sat at the foot of the bed with Allison’s legs on her laps.

She had told Allison the whole story of her helper, but she didn’t mention the name of the helper or the sins they committed in Church.

She omitted lots of things, more like she told her quarter of the story, but she told it so well Allison didn’t suspect anything, thankfully.

Now, her system is troubled. Not because of anything else, but for the note he sent.

What would that mean?

She even sent him a text to ask him what it means, but he didn’t reply.

Yeah, she has the land to control her family with, but what about the pleasure? What about the orgasms?

The cumming?

Aren’t they supposed to just be starting? Why cut it off now?

Did he not call her body his damn temple? Such a hypocrite.

She checked her phone again for a reply even though she knew she’d receive a beep if he replied.

But she still checked, and…

Nothing.

He still didn’t reply.

She pushed out a slow, silent exhale, dropping her phone and getting the burner phone he gave her.

Maybe he’d answer if she texts with that. She tried, but he still didn’t reply, so she dropped both phones and went to Allison’s vanity table.

She has a set of her crocheting tools here so she’d always crotchet whenever she came here too.

Allison is careful about her things, and as expected, the crotchet tools are still in the vanity table drawer.

She took the large bag containing the tools, then went back to sit in bed.

She covered Allison’s legs well before she began crocheting a muffler.

“Your crotchets lack life. Who’d buy a dead crotchet that lacks breaths?”

His words echoed in her head, disrupting her work.

She stopped the crotchet and disentangled it. She unknotted and uncrossed everything.

When she was at Redd Estate, anytime she made crotchets, her mind was foggy and muddled with thoughts of her mistreatment from her family. Her head was always blackened with thoughts about her stagnant life, so she always crocheted under the weight of melancholy.

And she always used black or white wool cos they are are favorite colors, not because they’re common, but because they’re simple and cheap and so easy to get from the yarn store.

Now, she’s taking a different step in her long run. Now, she has a little power in her grasp.

Even if she won’t hold it for long, she’s still holding it right now, and that’ll define her steps for now.

So, she pushed the black and white wool aside and took blue and pink wool from her little tool.

She began crocheting what came to her mind—bum shorts and bralettes for herself and Allison.

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[Savior’s Alive Church]

“Brother Jude!” Nun Grace was the first to venture nearer in a run.

“Bro Jude!” Nun Ruth followed.

Nun Estelle stayed where she stayed, afraid that she’d receive a metal pipe hit too if she went close.

Jude is not on his knees, still bleeding, still weak, still groaning.

Grace and Ruth held him by both sides, then some of the Brothers who’re now regaining breaths.

“Why would you do this to a human?” Nun Grace looked up. “How did you even enter the Church!”

“Simple, we disguised as sinners coming for confession..” the Loaner Boss shrugged, swinging the bloodstained metal pipe.

His minions are lined behind him now, and by the look of things, he’s preparing to hit Jude again.

“Get the Church ambulance!” Nun Ruth shouted.

Nun Estelle finally saw an opportunity to get out of there, so she turned to leave for the ambulance…

“Y’all ass-heads can’t read the room?” The Loaner Boss shouted. “No one’s taking him! Touch him, and you’ll be the next person I break their heads!”

Estelle froze, holding the door hinge tight she nearly peed.

“I beg you in the name of Mother Mary!!” Nun Grace shouted.

“That has never worked for me, bî+ch!” The Loaner Boss shouted back, swinging the pipe again—for Jude’s head again.

“Now you wouldn’t wanna do that, or the floors would be painted red—not with paint, but with blood.” Tobias said flatly, appearing by the door.

“Father!” Nun Estelle shouted, intentionally tearing herself on the arm with her thumb nail. She bled a little on that arm. “Father, you’re finally here! They’ve been harassing us! Look what they did to my arm!” She showed her bleeding arm.

Nun Ruth scoffed.

Tobias whizzed past Estelle like a bullet, his vestments still scenting like blood from the Rednecks.

It’s still stained with wet sand in some places, too.

His neckline and hem are the worse. Those places have heavy bloodstains, but thankfully, it’s black, so no one knows the state of it.

Nun Estelle dropped her arm dejectedly.

Tobias gave Jude a short unreadable stare. Jude is still conscious. His eyes are open, but he can only groan.

Tobias redirected his cold, devouring stare to the smelly loan sharks surrounding the passage.

“You’re the Priest here? Good,” the Loaner Boss hung his pipe on his shoulder. “The Priest should take responsibility for the troubles of his lambs, don’t you think?”

“Mm-mm,” Tobias sounded irritated. “How much are we talking about?”

“His family debt remained a million, but a additional million was added to it for each year he didn’t pay. It’s been two years, so now he’s paying us 3”

“N….o” Jude groaned from the ground, painfully. “That wasn’t…that wasn’t part of…the agreement my parents…. signed…that wasn’t part of…ahh!! My head…” He groaned louder, shaking.

“Don’t talk anymore!” Nun Ruth shouted worriedly.

“That’s right, Jude. Preserve your energy.” Nun Grace said.

“3 Milli?” Tobias repeated like the amount is insanely below him.

“What?” The Loaner Boss chuckled, sauntering forward. “Your small Church can’t spit out that amount?”

“You’re wrong, boy. I wipe my mouth with that crusty amount after brushing.” Tobias stayed cold as he talked like a programmed robot.

The Loaner Boss looked taken aback.

He looked at Tobias from his hair, to the eyes, the vestments, to the shoes.

Who’s he anyways?

He even used the street slang to say 3 Milli. A Priest?

“Nun Ruth, go on to my car, and get me twenty bundles from the stack. Pack them in your head cover if you have to.” Tobias ordered.

Ruth looked surprised at first, but this is about saving Jude’s life.

She stood and rushed out. Outside was a chilly, frigid weather.

His car was parked right in front of his Rectory. She opened the front door and found nothing except a stick of incense, wrapped like cigarette with a burnt head.

He smokes incense.

Ruth quickly closed that door, taking a huge breathe.

“Sick thing,” she muttered, opening the back door.

She saw a metal box, and she instantly recognized it.

Back then in Hollow, he once made her kneel on this metal box while she sucked his cóvk.

She knows the long metal box is where he keeps his girlfriend gun. But right now, there are so many holes on the body of the box.

Holes that look like they were made by gunshots.

She covered her mouth with her palm. He still uses the gun? He still…kills? Even as a Priest?

But she’s here to pick money for Jude’s case, right?

So she ignored the box.

The bag is right beside the box. She dragged the heavy bag out and almost fell with the weight.

“You’re taking forever to take money?” Nun Estelle arrived with her impatience. She grabbed the bag, trying to take it from Ruth.

“I was sent to get it, not you!” Ruth glared. “Must you do this everytime?”

“Give it to me! You hate him anyways, why run errands for him!” Estelle glared back, dragging it hard.

“I never said I hated Tobs!” Ruth said before she could stop herself.

Estelle gasped. “Tobs? You called the Priest by his name? You even shortened it! How dare you!” She sent a steamy smack to Ruth’s face.

“How dare you too!” Ruth returned the slap to Estelle’s neck. “It’s none of your business what I decide to call him! Let go of the bag!”

But Estelle wouldn’t.

She pulled back, and Ruth pulled to the left, till it got too much and the bag turned upside down, pouring all the bundles of money out.

Both girls let their shocks take over their bodies as they stared at the bundles of dollars at their feet!

Nun Estelle dropped on her knees, breaths seizing.

Nun Ruth gulped.

She knew he was rich.

Everyone in Odium cult was sickly rich, and Tobias was the richest cos he handled the toughest operations.

Girls went after him not only because of his face, but also because of his money. He spent like a bastard.

But now that he’s still carrying this madly huge amount around in his car, it only means he’s still a part of the cult, and he’s still as rich as he was—if not more that that.

He’s still madly rich.

With shaky hands and sweaty palms, Ruth packed the bundles back into the bag and picked twenty out of it.

She carried the bag back into the car, then she packed the twenty in her head cover. It could barely contain it.

She struggled to transport it to the Brothers Quarters, and she poured it on the ground in front of the loan sharks whose mouths popped.

“Twenty bonds, that’s 4 Milli, keep the change.” Tobias said casually.

Without waiting, the men began gathering the money.

The Brothers quickly took Jude out to the Church hospital.

The sharks gathered the bundles greedily, laughing.

“May Mother Mary continue blessing you, Father!” The Boss did the sign of the cross and even blew Tobias a kiss before rushing off with his men.

“Thank you, Father!” A Brother appreciated quickly.

“Thank you, Father!” Another one quickly kneeled.

Then, all of them began knelt. The sound of ‘Thank you, Father’ filled the passage.

Tobias looked around in boredom, seeing how much power money held.

Look at them, all on their knees cos he decided to play with 4Million?

Boring people.

He didn’t tell them to stand, he just walked out of the passage.

By the door, Nun Ruth still stood, looking glued.

Tobias went past her, but her palm unfolded. She grabbed him by his huge arm. Tobias didn’t look back or make any attempt to stop.

His walk even turned rougher, and his arm slipped out of her grip roughly. She lurched.

“Tobs,” she whispered with shaky lips as he left the Quarters.

Tobias return to the Rectory, Nun Estelle is still there, right beside his car. Since she saw the money, she has been unable to move.

Tobias entered his Rectory, and the door locked violently behind him.

Estelle chuckled. “He’s not only handsome but rich? I made the right choice. Thank you, Mother Mary!”

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[Next Morning, Redd Estate – Dora’s Bathroom]

Dora held a glass of wine, hair rolled up with several rollers, legs up on the tub edges, and back rested comfortably on the tub wall.

Her other hand held a magazine, and two maids knelt on both sides of the tub, gently scrubbing her skin with sponges.

Her phone buzzed on the stool, but she focused on the magazine.

“Miss, your phone has been dinging nonstop.” A maid informed.

“I’m not deaf, I hear it,” Dora glared. “I should still be asleep, but that Frump made last night so bad I couldn’t get a good sleep.”

“But one of the dings didn’t sound like your usual tests. It sounded like your IG notification sound.” The second maid blinked.

“Pass me the phone,” Dora spread her palm. The phone was placed on it.

She flipped it.

A direct message was waiting.

Normally, people have to send her message requests before they can message her according to her settings, but this one?

He sent just like….that?

She clicked the text.

Immediately she saw S.S Graves, she felt her brows stretching.

“What the….f+k. my muse?!” She spranged up nakedly from the tub.

The maids quickly dipped their faces to the floor.

Seeing the balls picture, Dora’s bodily contents lost their balances.

Her system stopped understanding it’s jobs and malfunctioned. She gripped the phone tight—so tight it nearly slipped into the tub water.

“F+k it, Saint.” She smiled.

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[Third Floor]

“Are you sure your parents will take care of this?” Acosta asked, strapping his wristwatch on as he strode out of his room, ready for work.

“Of course,” Kimmy replied, swallowing multivitamins with water at the dining. “There’s only one Genevieve and Marley in this city, and they rule. Also, they’re involving Valhalla. Don’t panic.”

“I just feel like whoever is backing Seraphina up is hella powerful.” Acosta shrugged.

“No one is more powerful than my parents in this city. No one!” Kimmy walked fast to him, her long leather skirt so sleek. “We could settle this by just killing that jinx, but we need her alive to get the land, that is why she’s still breathing!”

“Is she really a daughter of your parents? Or are you and Dora jealous that she has body than you both?” Acosta threw the question.

Kimmy picked her purse from the couch and slapped his jaw with it, so hard he got a cut from the bag chains.

Acosta didn’t move, even as a little blood trickled.

Kimmy’s angry eyes burned through him viciously. “You’re not allowed to make positive remarks about that Frump, ever!! Else, I’ll personally tell my father to stop sending funds to your parents culinary!”

Acosta wanted to talk back, but that last statement stopped him.

He could only glare back at her with stinging cheek.

Meanwhile, inside Peach’s room, the ten year old girl is done preparing for school with the help of her maids.

Alone in the room, she’s busy stuffing her backpack with pepper spray, blade, pins, and other sharp unbelievable objects.

She needs to teach someone a lesson in school today.

She zipped up and looked at herself in the mirror.

“Peach Redd, it’s either you top, or you top.” She said to herself.

—

[Dean’s Estate]

Seraphina returned from Allison’s place this morning to meet her demands fulfilled.

Dean moved to one of the other bedrooms.

Now, Seraphina has his large bedroom and his soft big bed to herself. A king tub and a closet.

She changed the bedspread and duvet before she fell into it, smiling happily at herself.

May this happiness last.

Allison said she’ll be done with her event at 8, and she’ll come pick her up for clubbing.

She never went clubbing before, but no harm in trying.

She’s gonna start trying out the things she was restricted from.

She’ll be showing Allison her new crochets tonight, but she hasn’t finished work on it.

She hasn’t crocheted her own bralette, and she’ll be home all day to work on that.

She went downstairs to get something to eat. She made herself a plate of veggies and beef, plating it as much as her appetite can take.

She carried the rich meal to the large dinning.

The steps of Kelly and Dean echoed as they came downstairs, dressed corporately for work.

Kelly’s disgust for Seraphina didn’t hide immediately she saw her.

She wants to go to that dinning and shove her face into that plate of food, but she can’t. It’s hurting her ego.

And Dean? She took a secret peek at Seraphina’s burst before talking…

“Eat all you want, Seraphina,” he sighed. “Won’t be for long.”

“You’re making your fright so obvious, Dean.” Seraphina faced him with a fake smile.

Dean left the house with Kelly, and Kelly blew up when they got to the car. “No! No no I can’t! I can’t do this. I can’t take this! She took your bedroom, cooked in your kitchen, and she’s eating at your dinning??!!”

“Kelly!” Dean held her shoulders.

“Leave me alone!” Kelly shoved him. “Leave me the f+k alone and get something done!”

“Genevieve and Marley will have it sorted tonight. They promised to, and they’ve always sorted.” Dean said.

“My patience is fast spent!” Kelly yelled at his face. “And you definitely have to become a member of Valhalla.”

“I’ll have that discussion with them after they take care of that thing in my house. For now, calm down and work as diligently as you’ve always done, Kell.” Dean assured.

“So why the hell aren’t your Redneck gangsters picking calls?” Kelly asked.

“They called last night, but I was too busy to pick. They texted last night too that they got the money. Dunno why they aren’t picking calls this morning.” Dean shrugged.

“We’ll just visit them after we clock out tonight.” Kelly said.

“Sure,” Dean agreed as they hopped in the car.

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[Savior’s Alive Church – Hospital – 6:30PM]

The hospital is located inside the Church. Just that, it’snot noticeable till you walk inches from the Rectory.

Jude lay in his bed with open eyes.

He looks much better than last night. Though, his bandaged head still banged occasionally with headache.

The Brothers stayed with him, and the Sisters and Nuns came to pray, too, but he hadn’t seen Tobias.

He gave the greedy loan sharks 4M—times four of his loan.

He needs to have a talk with him, so he tilted to get up, and that was when Tobias decided to enter.

“Father!” Jude breathed sharp, tilting completely and crashing to his knees.

On those knees, he crawled to Tobias and held his legs firmly.

“I’m so sorry I made the loan sharks enter the Church. After I lost my parents at a young age, i had to work everyday of my life to pay off the debts they left me. Anyday I failed to drop money, the loaners thrashed me till I couldn’t take it anymore, that’s why I hid in the Church..”

“But I’m real. Everything I’ve been doing for the Church is from my heart, but you paid my debt, and I’m willing to do anything to pay you back…just tell me what I have to do..”

Tobias looked down at him slowly, regarding him with quiet curiousity.

“There was a truck in front of the gate before I left yesterday,” he said.

“Yes!” Jude looked up. “But I didn’t want the other workers to see it, so I drove it to the Church old garage and covered it with a trampoline!”

Tobias squatted, knees protruding below his slacks as his eyes levelled with Jude’s eyes.

“Good. Now, you’ll do anything to pay back for the debt I payed?”

“Anything!” Jude nodded.

Tobias hands went into his coat pockets, and when the right hand came out, it came out with a gun.

A short gun.

Jude’s butt kissed the floor. He shifted back, but that wasn’t all.

Tobias took out a single yellow pill from his second pocket.

“The Loaner Boss hit the metal pipe on your head, isn’t it?” He looked up at Jude who’s still fidgeting.

“That pussycat blew me a kiss, and I got irritated. I don’t like getting irritated, and I hate kisses unless it’s to my girlfriend Mayhem. Also, they took more than they deserved, and they have to pay. Here, there’s no free food. You pay, you live.” Tobias said slowly. Storm gathered behind his eyes after each word he said.

Jude swallowed.

Tobias dropped the gun and the pill on the floor.

“The Loaner Boss will be at Berry Bar at 10PM tonight.” He said. You can choose to kill him simply with the gun,” he pointed at the gun.

“Or you can choose to slip this pill into his drink unnoticed. He’ll sleep off, then you can bring him to me. I’ll kill him for you, but know that if you bring him to me, I’ll make you watch every step of his killing, and you’ll end up getting nightmares for months, or maybe you’ll be traumatized—I like that better.”

He stood and left the ward like he didn’t just traumatize Jude with his words and choice list.

Jude backed the wall, hugging himself while staring at the gun and pills, gulping repeatedly.

—

[Dean’s Estate – 7:30]

Allison waited beside her car, grinning as she took pictures of herself for her IG update.

It’s been long since she snapped slutty pictures. All of her pictures are mostly corporate in suits and formal dresses or dinner dresses.

But tonight, she’s dedicating it to Seraphina’s work.

When Seraphina showed her the new crochets, she was beyond stunned.

She knew Seraphina could crotchet anything, but she never saw her works beyond black and white.

Seraphina crocheted blue and pink? Whoever her helper is, she can’t wait to meet her. Though, that silly girl refused to tell her the name.

She had decided to make them wear the crotchets to the club since it’s slutty enough for clubbing.

She posted the pictures on her IG with the caption; Crotchet made by my sister from another mother, then she tagged Seraphina’s account.

Seraphina finally emerged from the mansion, wearing her own crotchet too—the bralette and bum shorts.

But…they look like they can’t even hold her together, maybe she made mistakes with the measurements.

Her bre+sts don’t fit into the cups she made for the bralette, so she’s covering her chest with her arm.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go, I can’t go like this…” She complained.

“Are you f+kin kidding?” Allison removed her arm from her chest. “It’s even better! Girl, we’re going clubbing, not the Church! I wish mine were like this too.”

“Are you sure?” Seraphina asked, nervous. She changed her lenses already, so she can see clearly now.

“Oh you’ll see!” Allison ushered her into the car and joined her.

“To Club Quit!” Allison screamed as she drove out of the estate.

Seraphina laughed.

—

[Valhalla Club]

The obsidian-black Club building stood like a monument to sin in the quiet part of the city with mirrored glass façade swallowing the city’s lights instead of reflecting them.

Illuminated emblem of a winged skull glowed above the entrance. From the outside, it looked like a fortress built for the wicked.

Deep beneath it in the underground parking garage, a Rolls-Royce glided into a reserved space.

Genevieve stepped out first, dressed in black silk.

The click of her stiletto echoed through the concrete chamber.

Marley emerged from the driver’s side a moment later in a tailored dark suit, his expression carrying the kind of hostility that had ruined lives.

Without a word, Genevieve slipped her arm through his, and they moved toward the private elevator.

The silver doors parted.

They disappeared inside, ascending into the secret kingdom.

Moments later, another vehicle swept into the garage.

Bexley’s sleek Aston Martin rolled to a stop several spaces away.

She killed the engine and stepped out, alone.

The sound of her heels cut across the garage as she made her way toward the elevators.

She pressed the elevator button, waiting as the numbers descended.

When the doors finally opened, she entered without hesitation.

—

[Club Quit]

It’s 8pm when the dance floor of the club gets opened to the birds of the night and the DJ injects rap music into connection the wires.

The club breathed like a giant with the music pounds, screams of patrons, claps from strippers asses and yells from the bars.

This place might be exclusive, but it’s always full. Rich people love to have the most fun anyways.

Tino sat at the bar with Saint, both downing their glasses of beer while watching strippers who’re gathering dollars with their assholes.

No race tonight cos ten members of Rednecks including their leader disappeared without a trace.

This morning, their warehouse was met clean with no sign of violence of chaos or fight, so no one knows where the ten Rednecks are at.

Race is postponed till tommorow.

“I’m not the only one who loves that they’re missing, right?” Tino asked.

“I hate it,” Saint smirked. “Now, who am I gonna mock in the races?”

“Are you really worried about that?” Tino scoffed. “Man, Rednecks are like fifty, if not hundred, so we’ll never run out of dickheads to play with.”

Saint shrugged.

“Dora Redd is in this club?” Tino noticed suddenly.

Dora sat on a corner space not far from them, vaping while staring intently at Saint.

“Yeah, she may keep staring. Bet she got the balls pic.” Saint sighed.

A sudden howl from the door made Saint and Tino’s head snap to the main entrance of the club.

Two females are entering now, and the closer they stepped in, the more people howled at their majesty.

The strippers on stage are the only people still doing what they’re doing. Everyone else are staring at the two new entries.

“Allison Hart?” Tino muttered, recognizing the most hard-hustling event planner in this city.

“And….” Saint drawled, struggling to remember Seraphina’s name. “SarahNina?” He finally said.

“Dean’s wife?” Tino stood.

Saint smiled, enjoying the attention that fell on her immediately—the attention that fell on the crotchets she and Allison are wearing.

He took a clear picture of Seraphina and sent it to Dean with a message; Never knew your wife was this sexy.

Then, he sent the picture to Tobias too. He didn’t send a message along with that one.

By the door, Seraphina is still frozen cos of the many eyes, and Allison kept trying to make her move.

Allison’s phone kept buzzing too, with Instagram DMs.

She retrieved the phone and opened the DMs. A gasp left her throat.

“Phina!” She tapped her, showing her phone screen.

“50 DMs? People love this crotchet set we’re wearing!”

Seraphina snatched the phone to see for herself.

She gasped too when he saw the DMs.

Now she understands why people of the club have been staring at them.

“People love my….my…”

“Your work.” Allison finished for her.

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[Savior’s Alive Church – Rectory]

Soon, Tobias is gonna go look at the second truck at the old garage.

He’s preparing to leave.

He might even be sleeping there tonight. Dead bodies are interesting. They can’t talk anyways, and they don’t kneel for 4M.

He showered clean and was about to start dressing up when he felt someone entering the bedroom.

Another intruder.

He knew who it was even without turning around.

“I see you still sneak around,” he said and slowly turned. “Ruth.”

Ruth was crying. She had always known how to do that. F+k this girl too hard, and she’ll cry too.

“I know I did bad by posting you as my boyfriend in Hollow despite knowing we were just f+k mates, and I’m sorry for that. Sorry for trying to obstruct you in this Church too, but that’s because of the effect you’ve always had on me!” She left the door and came into the bedroom.

She wore no shoe, just her garment without the head cover.

“It’s not washable, I swear to f+k…” She cussed. “I swear, I tried, I really tried, but these days, it has been too hard I can’t stop myself from thinking it. I know the flesh is powerful, and that’s why I’ve come here before it’ll get worse. If you could just f+k me one more time and I’ll use that to flush you out of my system…. Please, just the tip, and I’ll leave.”

Tobias mobile phone bleeped in bed, and he took it, ignoring her words and pleas and existence.

It’s Saint, texting him?

With rolled eyes, he clicked the message. It’s a picture.

Picture of Seraphina at Club Quit.

Picture of her by the main door of the club, looking open in her crocheted slutty wears. Her br+sts barely fit in the undersized bralette cups.

She almost doesn’t fit into the scene. It’s like a pinch of white in the middle of blackness, but this white is starting to get darkened too.

The innocence is still there, but it’s thinning.

The naivety age exuded before is slimming to his satisfaction.

Now, he doesn’t wanna go watch the carved body at the garage anymore.

Break over. He wants to go somewhere else. Someone needs to be fathered tonight.

He dropped the phone and noticed Ruth is still there in front of him, face still teary and fingers entangled.

Seriously?

His next move? Ruth didn’t expect it.

He unwrapped the towel from his waist, and she caught a glimpse of his beautiful pierced c+k.

Not for long, cos he wrapped his towel back on his waist.

Ruth’s throat dried.

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“It’s not for you, Ruthie.” Tobias promised huskily, shoving her violently out of the room.

Ruth fell outside.

“I have somewhere to dress up for.” Tobias stated and shut the door.

TBC.