Sweet Sin – Chapter 3&4

→SWEET SĪN←

Sweet Sin – Chapter 3&4
→ Corrupt•Me, Father ←
________________________________________________

All rights reserved.

This is a strictly signed book❗No part of this publication may be copied or reposted without a prior written permission from ME.

Copyright © 2026
By Naomi Cindy B.

________________________________________________

★

Dora’s laughter would have rose higher over the church building itself, but Genevieve placed a palm on her lap, warningly.

Dora faced her.

“Silence.” Genevieve muttered without even looking at her.

Her whole attention is in the front where Seraphina is panicking at.

Dora stopped her laughter, but Kimmy wasn’t satisfied.

“Mum?” Kimmy frowned.

She and Dora are seated beside Genevieve and Marley.

“Mum,” Kimmy repeated. “but The Frump deserves our mockery and—

“You heard your mother, quiet!” Marley snapped lowly.

Kimmy rolled eyes, relaxing after exchanging glance with Dora.

“Does this mean Dean won’t be eating p+ssy tonight? His bride is on her fuckin period…” Saint grinned.

He’s wearing his white suit now. The black singlet did nothing to cover his chest properly, so his huge chest bulged attractively as he talked.

“Shut up, Saint. This is a Church. Keep your dirty tongue in your mouth.” Uncle Will chastised.

“I’m just worried about my brother, Uncle W,” Saint grinned again. “But the period shouldn’t be a barrier now that I think about it. He only has to pour some wine on the p+ssy and eat wine with the blood, what a meal.”

“Saint, one more disgusting word, and you’ll have to go to seminary school too.” Uncle Will said.

He didn’t have to say more.

Allison is still on her feet, worried.

And at the alter, Seraphina is still looking caught off-guard.

She had her period early this month, how come her period is here again?

She has never had irregularities.

What’s going on?

Why today?

The sky needs to open right now and just suck her to glory.

Dean looks confused, too.

But in the midst of it all, Tobias finally looked at Seraphina.

Since she entered with Dean, he hasn’t spared her a glance.

Now, he did, and he didn’t look like he even saw anyone.

She’s barely a breeze.

He looked away immediately.

Dean’s arm slowly wrapped on Seraphina’s waist, surprising her.

She faced him.

“Babe, I’m so sor—”

“My bride can be clumsy and forgetful at times,” Dean cut her off, facing the guests with a sweet smile. “She must have been too caught up with the preparations that it skipped her mind, but don’t worry, babe,”

He faced Seraphina who now looks less panicky.

“After we take the vows and rings, we can go take care of your period together. I’ll fix the pad on you by myself.” He winked.

And that earned a loud clapping and cheering from the guests. Some chuckled happily, glad that he handled it well. Ladies began wishing they’re in Seraphina’s position.

She got herself an intentional man.

“Gawd, I love you.” Seraphina said, her smile so magnetic.

“I love you too, Babe.” Dean stroked her back as they faced the Priest.

Tobias lifted the worn vow book from the tray on Jude’s palm.

The gold-edged pages caught the candlelight as silence swallowed the church whole. Incense and dying roses lingered in the air.

Tobias looked between them before proceeding according to the book.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God and these witnesses to bind this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”

His gaze settled on Dean first.

“Marriage is not merely a promise spoken, but a covenant endured through devotion, suffering, abundance, and ruin. If any person knows of any lawful reason these two should not be joined together, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Silence.

Tobias turned the page. “Dean, repeat after me.”

Dean’s eyes never left Seraphina.

“I, Dean, take you, Seraphina, to be my wife. To have and to hold from this day forward. For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. To love you, honor you, protect you, and remain beside you until death parts us.”

Dean’s voice dropped at the last words. “Until death parts us.”

Tobias turned to Seraphina. He gave her that brief look again before talking her part.

“And now, Seraphina.”

Seraphina swallowed, fingers tightening around the bouquet before meeting his stare.

“I, Seraphina, take you, Dean, to be my husband. To have and to hold from this day forward. For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. To love you, honor you, cherish you, and remain beside you until death parts us.”

Her voice shook slightly before she echoed the last part… “Until death parts us.”

Tobias closed the vow book with calculated ease.

“May we have the rings?” He faced the brothers. Jude passed him the multi-million rings.

“With this ring,” Dean said quietly, sliding it onto Seraphina’s finger, “I give you my promise.”

“With this ring,” Seraphina whispered, placing hers on him too, “I give you my heart.”

Tobias raised his hands, blue eyes scanning the church briefly before settling on the couple.

At the Nuns row, Nun Estelle stared at Tobias without blinking. She couldn’t stop herself. How would she be able to stop when she already dreamt of kissing his lips last night?

And his husky voice? Damn.

“By the authority vested in me by the Church, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Tobias announced finally, his voice huskiness so deep in the church speakers. “You may kiss your bride.”

Dean didn’t wait before lunging for Seraphina. Seraphina was overly ready too, and their lips crashed.

“That’s how you do it, girl!” Allison screamed, overjoyed. “That’s my girl!”

The guests cheered excitedly—except Seraphina’s family. The mean sisters look acidic, and the parents don’t look like they’re witnessing their second daughter’s wedding at all.

“Bang your bride through her menstruation, bro! Blood s+x can be memorable.” Saint laughed.

But when he saw Tobias leaving the altar already, he quickly went after him, taking the backdoor.

The new couple broke the kiss with heavy breaths, and Dean scooped her into a tight, lifting hug, swirling her body around the altar.

“Dean!” She giggled, dropping her flower bouquet.

“Forever mine.” Dean declared.

“Forever yours.” Seraphina added.

When he dropped her, Allison was already with them.

And Uncle Will.

“Congratulations, bestie!” Allison hugged her fondly.

“Thanks for standing by me. I love you, Lis!” Seraphina pouted.

“That word should be said to your husband alone from now on,” Allison frowned jokingly.

“But I still love you,” Seraphina poked her cheek.

Allison chuckled, hugging her again.

Her family didn’t come close to congratulate her.

They left immediately the rings were exchanged.

Only Dean’s associates are left in the church right now.

“The after-party starts by 6PM, right?” Uncle Will asked Dean.

“Yeah, 6PM,” Dean nodded.

“Then why was the wedding scheduled for as early as this? This is just 11AM.” Will frowned.

“Cos I still have to go to work today, Uncle. We’re signing the contract today.” Dean frowned back.

“Go to work on your wedding day? Dean!” Will glared. “The contract signing can wait till tomorrow!”

“Need to go see Tobias,” Dean changed topic and left the Church.

Uncle Will looked on suspiciously.

Something ain’t right.

—

[Church Park]

“Why were we stopped from mocking that slut in the Church!” Dora demanded as their cars were pulled out of the park by their drivers.

“I demand an explanation too! Isn’t she our plaything?” Kimmy barked.

Genevieve looked back at the two of them, glaringly.

“You can’t give Dean that impression! If Dean cancels the investment, you know damn well that we’re losing the giant hotel contract, and that can’t happen! Dora mightn’t understand, but as the CFO, you should know better Kimmy!” She snarled.

Kimmy relaxed, knowing Genevieve said nothing but plain truth, but Dora was still fuming.

“And Dean’s speech about her period stain? I can’t believe it. Does he love her? That thing deserves no love. Damn, I can’t believe the blood injection we thrusted into her car seat was useless.” Dora said.

“You did it?” Marley faced her.

“Yeah,” Dora shrugged.

“How could you do that without informing me first!!?” Marley snarled.

“What?” Dora’s shoulders sank.

“You should have waited till the end of the contract signing! How do you think Dean would react if he found out his wife’s wedding dress was sabotaged!” Marley roared.

“What? So everyone’s scared of Dean in this family now?” Dora scoffed. “Don’t tell me shit about how Dean would feel one more time cos I’mma explode on your faces!”

“Dora!” Kimmy cautioned.

“What!!!!” Dora yelled, nose scrunching.

“You only just got discharged from rehab last month. Don’t make me throw you back in there.” Marley said warningly and got in his car.

He drove off first.

“Rehab? F+ck yeah!” Dora punched her car bonnet. “Throw me back in rehab and watch how I kill everyone in there and ruin this family name!” She laughed crazily.

“Get your shit together and go to work, Dora.” Genevieve said.

Her driver opened her car door, and she flaunted her hair, getting in.

“Where you heading to?” Kimmy asked immediately.

“Baby, i’m the highest paid actress in this country. Of course I have to be on set at the most unusual times. I have five scenes to shoot today, see y’all later at home.” She said.

As her car drove out, Kimmy faced Dora. “You know damn well mum and dad are just being cautious, but your hothead it too strong to heed.”

“Why are they against us mocking that Frump today?” Dora rolled eyes.

“They’re not against it, sis!” Kimmy stumped desperately. “Just few more hours till we sign the contract. After we sign the contract, you can even kill Seraphina if you f+ckin want!”

“I like the idea of kill,” Dora nodded.

“I can’t stand you going back to rehab, so you better get your head cleared. Go make your sales, CEO of Kiss!” Kimmy hyped.

That brought a smile to Dora’s face. Kiss is her fashion brand name. She’s even wearing the new squeeze gown of her brand right now.

Latest in town.

“I’ll see you at home later. Without the Frump at home, we’ll breath fresh air.” Kimmy said.

“That part,” Dora laughed as they both hopped in their cars.

—

[Church Rectory]

The rectory is larger than most. A big, white-painted large building at the back of the Church. It’s still inside the Church compound though.

Jude brought Tobias to check it out after the wedding program, and now they’re in front of it, staring.

Tobias is unreadable, so it’s hard to know by the look in his eyes if he likes the house or not.

But in Tobias mind, he definitely doesn’t like it. The white color is already a fail. Who still paints buildings in white these days?

Well, well, it’s the Church.

They probably think white represents holiness cos every single building in the Church compound is white, including the Church itself.

At the right side of his rectory, there’s the Brothers Quarters.

At the left side of the rectory, there’s the Sisters Quarters, too.

Then, the Nuns Convent at the back.

They obviously built the houses around his Rectory cos they believe the Priest should have a clear view of what’s going on within the Church.

“Father, do you like it?” Jude asked after a long silence of Tobias just staring. “If you don’t like it, then—”

“Get the roses surrounding the rectory uprooted.” Tobias interrupted sharply, facing him.

“Oh…” Jude looked at the red roses. “I’ll get that done, and I’ll take note of your dislike for roses from now—”

“Toby!” Saint’s voice found them.

Jude turned, but Tobias remained unmoved.

“Toby!” Saint recalled, his figure falling with them.

“It’s Father Tobias,” Jude corrected.

“Get the f+ck outta my face!” Saint pushed him off. Jude staggered “He’s my big brother, and I get to call him whatever the f+ck I like!”

Jude looked on, but he eventually shifted back, giving them privacy.

“Mama Mia!” Saint chuckled, looking at Tobias from his eyes to the shoes. “The Priest vestments look good on you, but violence looked much better on you five years ago.”

“You’re still annoying, brat.” Tobias said, tone closed-off.

Saint bursted into a serious laughter. “Wait … Was that you who talked just now? Calmly? Holy motherfuckin’….I can’t believe this shit!”

“Same way I don’t believe it,” Dean replied suddenly, joining them with his hands in his pockets.

Tobias turned around immediately, wanting to enter the rectory, but Dean pulled him back by the arm.

“You do not get to walk away, from me!!!” Dean yelled at him.

“Dean,” Saint cautioned, but Dean was only just beginning.

He grabbed Tobias tightly by the stole of his vestment.

“Dean!” Saint cautioned, again.

Dean and Tobias eyes met.

While Dean’s eyes spat flames, Tobias maintained the calmness.

“Everyone else might be fooled by your fake change, but not me! Cos that violence you were so into, it’d take more than five years to wash it away from your body! You’re the same beast who terrorized everyone at Hollow University that year! Students and lecturers feared you! You gave everyone scars!” Dean spat.

Then he let go of Tobias and yanked off his suit. He took off his white undershirt too.

Shirtless, he turned his back to Tobias. There’s a large, long, slanted scar on his back. The scar took the position of a cut—like someone slashed him with a cutlass.

“Here!” Dean shoved his scarred back at Tobias face. “You slashed me with a f+ckin cutlass on the night of our faculty dinner, and I nearly lost my backbone, only because I argued with you, and you want me to believe you changed? To hell with you!”

Jude is still where he stood—far from them, but he’s seeing everything, and his eyes are wide.

“Talk to me, Tobias!” Dean pushed Tobias on the chest. “Come on, cuss me out and get violent like you always did, p+ssyass!”

Tobias said nothing, just staring at Dean like a dummy. And that annoyed Dean so much.

“Fuckin talk to me!” He made to push his chest again, but Saint got in-between them.

“Our parents last wish was for you both my older brothers to take care of me, but y’all are never in good terms! I wanna be taken care of, you both should learn to pamper this 25 yr old boy instead of gagging each other!” He whined jokingly.

Uncle Will appeared and shoved Saint out of their middle.

“Get out, Saint! You joke with everything!”

Saint laughed shortly, taking off his suit and going back to his singlet and slacks look.

Before Uncle Will could talk to the twins, Dean threw on his undershirt and left without buttoning.

Tobias entered the Rectory.

“Shall we?” Saint faced Uncle Will.

“God, those two…” Uncle Will sighed, following Saint away.

And that was when Jude moved, but his mouth is still wide with what he just witnessed.

Father Tobias? Slashed his own twin brother with a cutlass?

Chills.

He left quickly.

Inside the Rectory, Tobias settled in very fast. His stuff had been arranged neatly before he even got here.

He entered the bathroom straight for his bath. He didn’t bother checking other parts of the house except his bedroom.

He doesn’t like it anyways.

Five minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom with grey boxers on his waist and his towel by his neck, hair tousled by the bathwater.

He was drying his hair with the end of the towel as he stepped into the bedroom, looking like a freshly-committed sin.

His phone buzzed on the bed where he had left it, and he picked it up to see his schedule for tomorrow.

Morning, he’s praying with the Nuns and Monks. At noon, he’ll be having private confession sessions with sinners. Evening, it’s communion.

Sounds fun.

He dropped the phone, remembering Dean’s words…

“You’re the same beast who terrorized everyone at Hollow University that year! Students and lecturers feared you! You gave everyone scars!”

The remembrance brought a slight, very tiny smirk to his lips as he grabbed the towel end again. He continued the drying of his hair, standing by the window.

He’d have to repaint this Rectory. The white might just blind him.

He hates it.

Through the window, he saw the Nuns uprooting the roses already, and one of them is looking up at him.

When their eyes met, she smiled, maintaining the contact.

She could weirdly smell him despite the distance between them

He smelled of whiskey and oud—Unsettling, smoky, and entirely wrong for a man of God.

Without minding his shirtless upper body right now, Tobias stayed still by that window, staring back as if he’s testing her limit.

“Nun Estelle! What are you doing standing there!” One of the other nuns hollered.

Estelle turned around, rushing off.

But she kept looking back at him, repeatedly till her shoes met a rose stunt, and she fell.

“Nun Estelle!!”

Tobias shut the window.

—

[Redd Holdings]

The skyscraper shot up among the others surrounding it in that business area. The Redd Holdings carving was built differently like a missile, dipped inside the ground right in front of the building. It’s majestic in it’s ash and gold color, exuding brilliance.

A good-looking black man stood in front of the skyscraper, holding the hand of a girl of about ten years old who’s also black.

He looks anxious, checking the driveway till Kimmy’s car drove in.

“Finally,” he hissed.

Kimmy got down in her backless suit, short pants and heels.

“Mum!” The ten year old smiled.

“Peach? Why the f+ck aren’t you in school?” Kimmy frowned, stroking Peach’s perfectly styled hair.

“She had constipation, had to get her system under check.” The man instantly explained.

Kimmy faced him.

“Acosta, you know damn well Peach can’t miss school! Her grades will be put at risk!”

“She had constipation!” Acosta repeated.

“And now she’s ok, so send her to school!” Kimmy glared.

“Mum?” Peach said slowly.

Kimmy faced her, holding up her small chin gently.

“Listen to me, baby, remember what I told you about always impressing Grandpa and Grams? Now, if you miss school today, what does that say ’bout you, darling?”

Peach’s face went down.

“In this family, you have to work hard to get loved, you don’t wanna be like the Talentless Frump, right?” Kimmy continued.

“Kimmy!” Acosta snapped.

“Shut up, Acosta!” Kimmy shot back.

“Don’t fight, you both. I’ll go to school today.” Peach quickly said.

“And that’s my sweet daughter. Now, go make mama proud!” Kimmy called Peach’s personal maid.

The plus size woman rushed over.

“Make sure you take Peach to school before noon.” Kimmy ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” the maid nodded and took Peach away.

“Bye dad!” Peach waved.

Acosta waved back till she entered the car and left.

“Do you always have to be like this?” Acosta faced Kimmy.

“Hey, husband,” Kimmy held his face for a kiss, but Acosta avoided it.

“I’m talking about our daughter here, Kimmy! She’s sick, and she still had to go to school cos you said so?”

“She had to go cos she had to go! Her sickness didn’t get her bedridden so school is a must! She has to impress her grand—”

“There you go again! She’s my daughter—our daughter. Why does she have to impress your parents?” Acosta argued.

“Of course she has to,” Kimmy shrugged cockily. “I mean…look at you, even as my husband, you still strive to impress my parents. I picked you from the gutter and married you even when you’re black, and you became the Project Manager in this company cos you impressed my parents enough to earn that position. I became the CFO here cos I impressed them enough! Even my father who’s the CEO became the CEO cos he impressed nature and humbled poverty!”

“Wow!” Acosta laughed. “I mean…it’s great hearing from you that I was picked from the gutter. I’m honoured,”

“You f+ck me very good every night, and I love your black d+ck. Is that enough sweet words for your morning?” Kimmy smiled, pulling the flaps of his suit together.

Their banter met an unannounced demise when Marley came out with the whole legal team behind him.

“Dad,” Kimmy faced him.

“Sir,” Acosta gruffed.

“Dean is in his head office, we can go for the contract signing now.” Marley said sternly, leading the team.

“In his office? Not at honeymoon with Seraphina?” Kimmy grinned.

Marley spared no answer, so they all got in their cars including Acosta.

They drove to WIE.

—

[Dean’s Estate]

The estate sprawled over too many acres of land just like Redd Family Estate, but this one has diverse trees in it’s surroundings, and Seraphina enjoys the chirping birds on top of the steady stems and branches.

She has been here since the end of the wedding, expecting Dean to come, but he’s not here yet.

So, hornily, she took her time standing at the balcony of their honeymoon Suite with a mug of warm coffee in hand, staring at the waving, swaying trees.

Dean’s workload is packed. It’ll even be more packed after the contract signing, so they can’t travel out to Italy for proper honeymoon like they planned till next week.

For now, they’ll make do with this Suite. Just the two of them against the chills of the morning and shadows of the night. She’s getting impatient for him to come already.

She wore just red thongs which are literally all ropes. It only covered her cli+. Rest of her p+ssy is open, and the a+s is all out.

On the upper body?

Nothing.

No br@, so she’s literally n+ked.

She took another sip from her mug, and it burnt her tongue.

But she likes it.

She loves her coffee burning hot.

Her ringing phone made her turn back to the swing chair behind.

She picked it up, smiling when she saw it’s ‘Lis’

“Hey, girl!”

“You actually picked my call?” Allison gasped. “Meaning you’re not getting pounded in bed yet? Why? Where the hell is Dean? What’s his d+ck doing?”

“Lis!” Seraphina laughed.

“On a serious note!” Allison said.

“He’ll be here soon, I believe.” Seraphina got serious too.

“Bullshit! I heard he’s signing the contract today, don’t tell me he’s in the office presently?” Allison said.

“Office? No.” Seraphina said.

“It better not be, and when he returns, there better be a tangible excuse.” Allison replied.

“There better be,” Seraphina sang.

“By the way, your sisters are clowns for doing that to your dress. They actually injected your car seat with blood to disgrace you? Talk of two braindead c+nts.” Allison said.

“They be doing the most embarrassing shit most times,” Seraphina sighed.

“Tell me about it, let’s not talk about the clowns.” Allison cleared.

“A’ight, where you at?” Seraphina asked, changing topic.

“You know your girl is an overly active networking queen, and I’ve been trying hard to get to know just one member of the Valhalla Club, so I’m at an event to hunt for connections.” Allison explained.

“I trust you,” Seraphina chuckled.

“Of course you do,” Allison laughed. “Talk to you later.”

“Gotcha,” Seraphina hung up.

She immediately dialled Dean’s line, but he’s not picking.

Three rings.

He didn’t pick.

Her mood went sour. She looked at herself, getting mad at her preparation that’s untouched.

She poured the coffee away and returned inside to wear a blue bedroom jacket.

Then she sat in bed.

Boredom.

She got her needle and wool and began crocheting hoodie for Dean, but after three minutes…

Boredom.

She dropped it and lay in bed.

Maybe the rain she stayed under last night finally gave her the results, cos she slept off without knowing.

When she woke up, it was 8pm.

She startled awake, rushing down from the bed quickly.

“Babe!” She rushed out, expecting to meet Dean making dinner or something, but the house echoed.

She’s still alone.

She went back inside to dress up, getting her phone.

She decided it was time to go in search of him, but then she heard his car driving in, and her arms dropped.

She stood at the edge of the staircase, waiting and expecting an apology, but when he entered, her nerves cracked.

He didn’t come alone. He came with a lady, and they’re holding hands tightly.

The lady wore fitted leather gown which stopped just below her ar$e, and heels that could stab metal.

She looks badass, and at the same time classy.

“Damn, I can’t believe a bi+ch is interested in taking all of these away. I mean…” She turned around, facing Dean. “It’s all mine! This house? Your cars? You? All mine!”

“No one said otherwise,” Dean laughed, throwing his arms around her hips, stretching to her a+s.

She squeezed hard.

“Kelly, you’re such a mean girl!” Dean laughed, and she nodded.

“I mean… anyone who owns Dean St. Graves should be mean!”

“Come here,” Dean belted her neck with his palm, pulling her into a kiss.

Not just a kiss.

Their tongues darted, entering each other’s mouths before their lips closed on each other.

“Mm, baby!” Kelly m0aned.

Seraphina realized she wasn’t breathing anymore, and she still didn’t breath before she descended the remaining one stair beneath her.

Her head turned empty, eyes blurring, underarms sweating, lips trembling and stomach bugging.

“Dean!!” She yelled, her eyes so wide.

The kiss broke, and the heads of the two turned.

“Oh,” Kelly ran her over with her witchy eyes. “She was here?”

“I should have done the introduction first, it’s my fault.” Dean said, facing Seraphina alone.

“Seraphina Redd, meet Kelly Price, my fiancee.” He said.

“What!” Seraphina blurted, mouth feeling bitter, tongue feeling non-existent. Even her teeth feels like they took a leave of absence.

She feels engraved.

“Wh…what…??”

“Wait, you didn’t really think I married you cos I loved you, right? Please tell me that’s not the case.” Dean moved closer, retaking Kelly’s hand and pulling her along.

“Babe, I think that’s the case!” She let out a fake gasp. “Look at her chest, nose nipples are poking her top! She’s not wearing a bra! Bitch must have been waiting for your mouth!”

Together with Dean, she laughed out mockingly, so loud.

Seraphina stood frozen, still trying to process what was playing.

Dean has a…. FIANCEE???

Yet, he married her.

He put a ring on her and kissed her deeply at the alter and…

Called her his.

He even covered for the sabotage dress.

Why…How…What’s…

She went demented immediately.

She went insane.

The shock numbed her.

She gasped.

“Now I gotta show her that your mouth is only for my tits!” Kelly pulled down the tie-up of her leather dress, letting her breasts free.

“C’mon babe!” She pulled Dean.

“You know I like when you wild out,” Dean chuckled.

“Mm-mm,” Kelly bit her lip, pushing his head close.

Right in front of Seraphina, Dean’s mouth wrapped around Kelly’s dark nipple, sucking while Kelly kissed his head, moaning his name.

Seraphina’s fists unfolded.

Her anger surged.

She has been fooled.

Used. Again.

She went to the dinning, grabbing a fork from the customized cutlery set, then she dashed back to the living room where the two are.

They weren’t expecting it.

Seraphina aimed to stab Dean, but Kelly got in the way.

The fork thrusted her shoulder.

“Dumb bitch! Dean!!” She screamed as pain exploded through her.

“Damn it!” Dean shouted, holding her in place as she bled from the four fork holes on her shoulder.

“I…” Seraphina started talking. “I…. I’m…not a…tool… for… your…”

Her stutter grew so bad she cried.

She doesn’t only stutter when she talks too much, but also when she’s shocked and confused.

“You’re so fuckin dead! It’s your funeral!” Dean spat, dashing for the dinning area too.

He came back with a knife.

Seeing the glinting blade, Seraphina took to her heels, running outta the house as fast as she could.

The estate breeze from the trees slapped her in the face first, wiping her tears as she ran.

She could hear Dean’s heavy, deadly footsteps behind herself, and that only made her fun faster.

“It’s your funeral!!!” Dean yelled behind. She could feel him closing in as she arrived at the estate road.

She ran faster, but then she saw a figure in the middle of the road, standing tall like a dark ghost, his shadow huge under the estate lights.

Dean is supposed to be the only one in this estate, so…

Well, she thought that was the case till he came in with Kelly.

Is this perhaps another of his people?

Her steps stopped when she saw the face, and she exhaled roughly.

Black coat. Gloved hands. Blue eyes.

“Father?” She gulped, recognizing him as the Priest from the Church who officiated the wedding.

She heard he’s Dean’s twin, so it makes sense that he’s here.

Tobias remained still like himself, and she quickly hid behind one of the trees beside the road, knowing the Priest would never rat her out.

Dean arrived at the road, knife long in his grip, sweat spreading on his fast, chest pounding with rage.

But when he saw Tobias, his anger went overwhelming.

“The fuck are you doing in my estate m+therf+cker! Shouldn’t you be at your Rectory, praying for mercy or confessing your evil sins? What shit did you come to pop? Huh? The hell!”

Tobias stayed like he wasn’t gonna respond for a minute, then he shifted his burning gaze to the tree Seraphina hid behind.

Click here to read how you can start forex trading 

Dean’s gaze went there, too.

“She’s right there, the lamb you’re looking for.” Tobias said robotically.

Seraphina’s eyes widened behind the tree. “Bloody hell!”

TBC.