Sweet Sin – Chapter 39&40

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Sweet Sin – Chapter 39&40
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The last statement detonated through the hall.

Reporters surged forward, their camera lenses snapped towards Seraphina with frenzied shutters.

Seraphina’s fingers curled around the edge of the podium until her knuckles whitened.

Anxiety clawed persistently at her ribs, but it didn’t reach her face. She didn’t blink or twitch.

Her gaze slid to Genevieve and Marley. They were staring at like she’d suddenly grown horns.

At the back of the hall, Allison and Bexley looked just as stunned.

Bexley felt her stomach tighten.

The Seraphina she knew would’ve folded beneath the weight of these cameras. The Seraphina she knew apologized for existing.

The Seraphina she knew cried if someone raised their voice at her.

But the woman standing on that podium… She looked different.

She’s not even stammering?

“This moment can’t slip by!” Allison squealed and yanked out her phone.

She began recording Seraphina.

She had expected Seraphina to flee, but instead, Seraphina declared war.

Genevieve immediately stepped onto the podium beside Seraphina, her smile polished with deception.

“My daughter has suffered greatly since her disownment, so naturally, she’d become desperate enough to ruin her sister’s reputa—”

“I am not your daughter.” Seraphina’s words slammed into Genevieve, cutting her off.

The hall erupted with more flashes and more shutters.

More chaos.

Genevieve’s smile faltered. “Seraphina—”

“I got disowned.” Seraphina turned to face her completely. “Remember? That means I’m not your daughter.”

Genevieve felt like she was slapped in the face, but it wasn’t over….

“And this podium was prepared for me. So, get off it.” Seraphina continued, sleekly. “I own the cameras today, bring Dora out.”

Genevieve’s scheme shattered right there on stage, and things got more tensive when the doors opened.

Dora arrived alongside Kimmy.

“Why the hell would she come here?” Marley whispered.

“Cursed girl!” Kimmy shrieked. “Get down from that podium before you embarrass yourself further!”

Dora folded her arms arrogantly. “Trying to crawl back into the family?” she sneered. “We don’t have room for parasites anymore.”

The instant the words left her mouth, every camera faced her.

Dora paused. Her folded arms slowly dropped. Why the f+k is everyone looking at her?

“I’ve been waiting for you, Dora.” Seraphina’s voice came.

Dora turned, and every camera followed her. Every eye and breath.

Even Kimmy looked unsettled.

What’s happening?

“Prove the crochets are yours!” Allison shouted from the back.

“What?” Dora barked.

Then came the reporters pressurizing words one after the other…

“Accept the challenge, Dora Redd!”

“Show the public!”

“Bring the crochet tools!”

“Get on the podium!”

The pressure multiplied, but the cameras never left Dora’s face.

She glanced desperately towards Genevieve and Marley, but no rescue came from them.

“Dora, leave!” Kimmy yelled.

“No.” Seraphina shouted, stepping down from the podium.

She crossed the distance and grabbed Dora’s wrist, dragging her forward.

“Let go of me!” Dora shrieked.

“You own the designs?” Seraphina tightened her grip. “Then prove it.”

Allison appeared with a large box overflowing with yarn, hooks, needles and supplies.

“Where did that come from?” Seraphina muttered.

“No idea,” Allison replied. “A yarn store delivered it.”

Her Church Father immediately came to Seraphina’s mind.

Is there anything he can’t fuckin do? He’s definitely behind this too.

She dumped the contents of the box onto the podium.

Hooks and yarn rolled.

She handed Dora a crochet hook and took another one for herself.

She raised two different yarn ends for the both of them too.

Then she faced Dora. “Show me they’re yours, Dora.” She breathed.

Dora couldn’t even move.

Seraphina closed her eyes, and that drew confused murmurs from everyone.

The reporters didn’t understand, but Seraphina knew what she was doing.

In the past, at Redd Estate, there were days Dora and Kimmy found amusement in destroying her only recommended glasses.

And she would crochet like that with blurry blind eyes.

So today, she didn’t need her eyes.

Her fingers began moving, and the yarn obeyed. The hook danced.

With closed eyes, she crocheted.

Meanwhile, Dora stood frozen. She couldn’t even thread the yarn correctly, couldn’t start or fake it.

The hall became eerily still. Only the clicking of cameras remained.

Seraphina opened her eyes thirty minutes later, then she lifted the finished piece of crochet.

A flawless tie-up bralette—the very same design that was sabotaged.

The reporters surged forward immediately, desperate to capture every angle of the masterpiece.

“It’s real!”

“I personally never believed the accusations anyways.”

“She’s the owner of the work!”

“Only the owner can make it this perfect with closed eyes.”

“Confirmed! Seraphina was only sabotaged. She owns it!”

“The closedown of Kiss Fashion Clan is hereby demanded!”

“Dora Redd is a false accuser!”

“No, the whole Redd family!”

It only took a minute. The hall became lit with different aggressive comments, declarations and takes.

Dora disappeared before anyone knew it. It’s like she supernaturally left the podium or something.

Kimmy disappeared too.

Genevieve and Marley are the only ones still trying to leave the hall with their guards protection, but reporters refused to let them out with their suffocating questions.

• Why did you support Dora’s lies, Mr. Marley Redd?

• Why did your granddaughter lie to the public, Mrs. Genevieve Redd?

• How do you intend to manage this?

• What do you have to say to the waiting public?

When Marley couldn’t take the heat anymore, he had to talk…

“As y’all know, Dora showed schizophrenic signs not long ago,” he craftily said. “Maybe she mistook Seraphina’s design for hers, and Peach is still so young … Yunno kids can be mistaken at times, but not to worry, I’ll settle this fairly and make sure Peach and Dora gets their strict questioning and punishment.”

Seraphina caught up with them close to the door, stern. “Dora’s Kiss Fashion Clan will be closed down like I earlier stated, and she’s going to lick my feet no matter what. And Peach? I don’t care about that one, I only want Dora’s head below me.”

Those words from Seraphina made Genevieve smile tightly.

“Of course, like Marley said… we’ll settle this fairly.” She nodded.

With that, she left the hall with Marley, but reporters still rushed after them, struggling to get them to say some more to the cameras.

Allison embraced Seraphina tightly, smiling for her exoneration.

“I’m so happy for you, Phina. I’m so fuckin happy. I was scared the Redds would twist things as usual, but you actually won against them!”

“I still can’t believe it,” Seraphina chuckled. “I mean…I didn’t even prepare for this press-con.”

“Exactly!” Allison broke the hug. “Who said my girl isn’t brainy? Look at you controlling cameras. You even crocheted with closed eyes?”

“Anything to claim my work back,” Seraphina laughed.

“I knoooow,” Allison smiled. “But this helper of yours? Is he a genie? Cos I’m sure he planned this press-con and even sent the box? Look at the sea of reporters he gathered! I swear I haven’t seen these faces before. Your helper is fuckin awesome!”

Seraphina smiled slowly, awkwardly. “Yeah, he is.”

“What’s the issue?” Allison blinked. “You sound like…”

“I don’t sound like nothing!” Seraphina shut her up.

Allison laughed, hugging her again.

Behind, Bexley is still shocked.

How did Seraphina make it out of the grounds of Valhalla Club alive???

—

Outside, Genevieve exploded immediately she got in the car with Marley. She was panting.

“Why would you throw Dora under the bus like that! Why would you mention her schizophrenia in public? Why would you put everything on her when you’re the one who planned the press-con and made Peach tell the lie on the podium!”

“Dora’s name was the easiest effing way!” Marley yelled. “Should I have mentioned your name when you’re about to release your next blockbuster Broadway show? Should I have mentioned my name or Kimmy when Redd Holdings would be at risk for it? Dora is just ok! Her Fashion Clan would only lay low for a while till people will forget!”

“She layed low three months ago when she was in rehab, and now she’s gonna lay low again?” Genevieve sneered. “Dora worked hard since she was ten to get her Fashion Clan to where it is, but now she’s gonna keep laying low everytime cos of this family? That cursed girl was saying she’s gonna lick her feet too!!”

“That is never happening, Genevieve!” Marley shouted. “My daughter is never getting down in front of the cursed girl! I’ll handle this, but for now, we should find out why she’s out of Valhalla grounds!”

Genevieve threw her head back at the headrest, frustrated. “This is making my blood boil. There better be a plausible explanation from Leader. There better be one plausible explanation!” She sounded.

“There’ll be,” Marley responded, dialling Dora’s line as the car moved.

—

[Redd Estate]

Acosta hasn’t left the living room since Kimmy and her parents left.

He remained there, looking like he’s not even ready to go to work as he stared down at the gift he got her.

The jewelries are all on the floor, scattered. She even marched them when she was running out earlier.

Peach sat on the couch opposite him, looking at him expectantly. She has been expecting him to talk for so long, but he choose silence.

“You aren’t gonna apologize for what you did?” She snapped rudely.

Acosta looked up, meeting her demanding eyes.

“You’re never supportive, never at home. Why can’t you be like mum?” She further demanded.

“Peach…” Acosta sighed.

“I demand an apology!” She stood.

“Peach!” Acosta stood too.

“What!” Peach rolled eyes. “If mum should hear that I stabbed a schoolmate with my hairpin, she would praise me, but you? All you do is complain at every move!”

“You did what??” Acosta’s eyes widened. “You stabbed what?”

“I told her to fail her reading test on purpose so I can top the class, but she refused, so I stabbed her.” Peach shrugged, crossing her arms.

“Tell me it’s a lie!” Acosta dashed to her, but she shifted away to the TV angle, and the news on the TV caught Acosta’s attention easily.

🎙️The disowned daughter of the Redd family, Seraphina has claimed back her work just now in an overwhelming press-con which has been marked as the most crowded press-con ever in NYC. Now the public demands proper punishment for Dora Redd and Peach Redd, the granddaughter of the family…

“Wait…what!” Peach gasped. “How did it turn out this way?”

Acosta nodded. “Seraphina did nothing wrong, of course she’ll always find her rights.”

They heard the elevator dinging, meaning someone came back.

Acosta waited for a while before riding the elevator to the last place it went—the third floor.

There, she met Kimmy and Dora in front of Dora’s room, arguing.

“How could dad say my name like that? Why always me despite all I do for this family? I’m the same person who went to rehab to lay low not long ago, now I have to close down my brand to lay low again? Bull fuckin shit!” Dora howled.

“Listen, it might not even take up to a week!” Kimmy said cajolingly. “I’m sure dad would find a way to make something more controversial happen so people will focus on that and forget about this stupid issue!”

“Crap!” Dora glared daggers. “I don’t wanna lay low even for a day! I’ve got plans for too many people…for Bexley, for Saint, and for Seraphina herself cos now it seems like even their incapable Valhalla Club can’t handle her. I’ll do it myself!”

“Don’t do anything without informing mum and dad first!” Kimmy tried to apply caution.

“F+k them! Did dad tell me before saying my name in front of the reporters and even mentioning my schizophrenia?” Dora pushed Kimmy off. “Get out of my fuckin’ face!”

She entered her room and slammed the door on Kimmy’s face.

Acosta stood still beside the elevator, watching wordlessly.

Peach came out of the elevator too, rushing over to Kimmy.

“Mum! Am I gonna be told to lay low too? But I told the lies like I was taught. I made no mistake!”

“The problem isn’t with us, baby,” Kimmy assured. “The problem is with that cursed thing, but trust your grandmum and granddad to take care of things. Don’t worry.”

“Get prepared, Peach. We’re leaving for your hospital check at night.” Acosta said.

Kimmy looked up.

“Seriously? This family is in crisis now, and today as my birthday is already ruined by the Frump, but you’re not doing anything about it!”

“What would I possibly do?” Acosta coldly said and got in the elevator.

“Asshole!” Kimmy cussed.

—

[Odium Hell Building]

The talk is finally allowed to start after Tobias finished watching the successful press conference.

The laptop was closed down.

“The first carved body and roses, who sent them?” Tobias asked, voice reverberating through the Hell.

“It came from me,” Yalda talked. “I sent the first few texts to your phone too cos I was in charge of the general Hell phone then. I wanted to acclaim our ownership on you, First Man.”

“Who said I needed ownership acclamation before knowing the race I belong to?” Tobias leaned forward.

“We saw when you started things with the New Meat, and I wanted to remind you what happened with Kelly, I was—”

“You still aren’t answering my question, Yalda.” Tobias cut in coldly. “I like carved bodies, but you sending that without a heads-up?”

“I’m sorry, Wrath.” Yalda apologized.

“And the second sloppy body, I don’t need a damn soothsayer to tell me it was Migos who carved that corny shit.” Tobias faced him.

“That’s right,” Migos responded. “And I have the same intention. When I saw you making deals with the New Meat, I wanted to remind you to not forget what happened with Ke—”

“Bitch, mention Kelly, and your name will end up in a fuckin toe tag.” Tobias snarled.

Migos went silent.

“Now why the f+k is everyone trying to remind me of Kelly? Trying to remind me of not forming attachments like I’m some preschool f+k. I know the rules, I know my way. I run this shit, and I got it covered. I’ve always did.”

“I’m sorry, Wrath.” Migos said.

“Don’t be sorry. Show it!” Tobias snapped, mad.

Silence took over again.

“We’ve got too much laundering deals to cover, and we need Wrath Investments Empire back, as soon as possible.” He informed.

“That place has been with Dean for too long. I knew we’d be needing it back sooner or later, but how? The public love Dean, and they believe he’s Wrath, the owner of that establishment. If we’re gonna expose you completely as the real Wrath, then it means exposing everything that went down at Hollow University. If that happens, people would fear you instead of wanting to work with you.” A Odd said carefully.

“I’m not taking the Empire by myself, yet. Dean needs to be played with and broken to pieces. I’m sending in a toy.” Tobias said clearly.

“Sending in a toy….” Yalda smiled. “I think I know what that means.”

“I don’t think she’ll be able to do what you’re aiming for, Wrath.” Migos objected straight up.

“That wasn’t a suggestion, Migos.” Tobias stated. “I already made the decision before striking a deal with her. Dean built his reputation and status brick by brick, becoming the most loved billionaire CEO in the city. I’m destroying that brick by brick, too. She’s gonna be his cancer.”

“While she’s working on that, what’s gonna be going down here?” A Odd asked curiously.

“Lots is gonna be going down here,” Tobias sighed, picking up the police invitation on the table.

“I still can’t believe Kelly filed a case against you,” Yalda laughed. “I mean, that bî+ch knows what you can do.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Tobias relaxed, staring at the invitation. “But she’ll know, very soon.”

“Are we really in a meeting with an outsider in attendance?” Migos talked, referring to Jude by the door.

“If you have a problem with J, take it up with me.” Tobias looked up.

“Is he gonna be an Odd? I don’t trust him.” Migos frowned.

“I don’t care who you trust or don’t, Migos.” Tobias glared. “He’s here because I want it, and he’ll be whatever the f+k I want him to be.”

Migos relaxed with a groan.

Tobias picked up his phone, deciding to finally look at Saint’s texts.

They’re more than thirty.

• I don’t know what issue you have with him, but Tino doesn’t deserve death. Damn, let him go.

• He’s an overprotected only child, and his mother would legit die if he dies. He’s his mother’s life.

• Don’t kill Tino. You know he has been my only friend from Adam.

• I’m begging you, Toby. Please.

Tobias dropped the phone and stood.
He walked up to the middle where Tino’s cellotaped body lay.

He roughly ripped off cellotape from his mouth spot.

Tino’s mouth opened, but he couldn’t say a word that made sense.

Tobias reached for his gun and shot him on the shoulder.

“Agghhhh!!!!!!” Tino rumbled to life roughly, crying and screaming. “Damn! I did nothing wrong!! I’m so sorry please…. please…. please!!!!”

Tobias crouched mercilessly beside his body and touched his blood, rubbing it on his fingers like water.

He held eyes with the poor boy.

“Who’s your father?” He muttered, voice a bloody war blade.

“My mother said he’s dead! I didn’t get to know him!” Tino shouted. “Please! Please….!!”

Tobias stood.

“Drop him off in front of his house…” He ordered.

No arguments.

Two Odds stood and carried him out of the Hell, his blood dripping after them as they moved with him.

The meet ended with that part, and Jude led Tobias to the Hell park.

The drive back to the Church began.

“I just witnessed Hell on earth,” Jude muttered behind the wheel.

“That meeting was the softest meeting we ever had at Hell, J.” Tobias responded from the backseat.

“Softest? And you wrapped a human fully with cellotape? You shot him like that? Father, a burning hellfire was in the room with y’all, and if you ask me about the location, I won’t be able to say it. Like it was scrapped off my memory.” Jude commented.

“We carve bodies and split skulls in our darkest meetings. You’ll get used to it.” Tobias replied casually.

Jude nodded, deciding to just drive. He heard enough for today, but on reaching the Church, they met a whole department of police waiting for Tobias in front of the gate.

“The hell?” Jude blinked, unable to move the car past the gate.

He came down, shocked.

“What’s going on?”

The cops raised an a freshly printed arrest warrant. “We got an arrest warrant for Tobias St. Graves for the attempted murder of Kelly Price.”

“What!” Jude and some other present workers chorused.

Tobias came down from the car.

No time was wasted.

He didn’t struggle with them as his arms were folded behind him before cuffs were snapped on his wrists.

“Father!” Jude went closer.

“Calm down, J.” Tobias gave him a dark, reassuring smile before he was taken to the cops car.

As the car drove out of the premises, the workers were thrown into a state of panic. Everyone panicked except Nun Ruth who instantly got her phone and dialled her mother.

“My Priest just got arrested, can you make a move, mum?” She asked urgently, looking restless.

While everyone freaked and feared, Nun Estelle stayed behind, quiet like her mouth was stitched shut.

She looks too quiet for her personality.

Nun Grace walked up to her, asking,

“You good? Estelle?”

Estelle walked away silently.

“What’s wrong with everyone?” Nun Grace muttered.

—

[Tino’s Place]

Mrs Hallows—Tino’s mum has been in tears since the disappearance news reached her ears.

As an overprotective mother, she lost her wits and mind.

She has been dispatching everyone she could to the streets in search of Tino, but as they all returned with no good news to tell, she cried again.

“I’m very sure it’s the racing enemies! How many times have I told him to stop this stupid race, but he’s too adamant! And that boy from the St. Graves family, I told him to stay away from him! Everyone from that family is mysterious! Who else takes burying people and creating luxury graveyards as family business? It’s only them! They’re black crows!”

“His disappearance has nothing to do with Rednecks or me and my family!” Saint shot angrily, waltzing in.

“And what are you doing here? Just what do you want!!” Mrs. Hallows yelled hatefully, coming for his face.

“Madam! You need to see this!” A cop from outside hollered.

“See what?” Mrs. Hallows rushed outside with the cops, ditching Saint.

Getting outside, her life flashed before her eyes when she saw Tino’s cellotaped body with bleeding shoulder in front of the house, looking dead and cold.

“Tino!!!” She yelled, running.

“F+k!” Saint rushed out right behind her. “How did he get here?”

“He was delivered by an unknown car. Enough cops from our department are chasing after the car right now.” A cop replied.

“Get my son to the hospital!” Mrs. Hallows screamed. “He’s bleeding too much! Get the cellotapes away!”

She was crying devastatingly as Tino was lifted and taken to a car.

Saint stepped back and quickly sent a text to Tobias.

Saint: Thanks for not killing him. I owe you, cos I know you don’t ever forget or forgive.

He pocketed his phone and got on his bike, following the car that’s taking Tino to the hospital.

—

[Valhalla Club]

Leader was unavailable when the Redds arrived for confrontation.

They had to wait for his arrival.

It’s been an hour now, and their impatience swelled with each passing minute, growing past bearable stage.

“Now, I can’t take it anymore…where the f+k is Leader?” Genevieve unfolded from her seat fluidly.

“Genevieve!” Marley followed.

“Don’t do that!” Genevieve shouted. “This place exists to satisfy us! We didn’t just become members overnight! We committed sins, broke bones and spilled blood! Now, it’s failing us? I need instant answers!!” Genevieve yelled, losing manners.

“Genevieve, you’re in Leader’s turf,” the Frontman’s voice thundered from the top floor. “Keep quiet!”

“No, I refuse to!” Genevieve laughed. “I refuse to stay cool till I know why exactly Seraphina is still alive and threatening to ruin my family!”

“Gene!” Marley took her to a corner, trying to contain her. “You think I’m not mad too? But I’m keeping calm cos I don’t want this to escalate, so calm down and just wait for—”

His words were cut when Grilled teeth and dyed hair entered the grounds impatiently.

They were practically running.

Leader came out to those two, and they leaned on the metals, breaking sweats and panting as they talked.

“Tino is back, but completely cellotaped and shot on the shoulder. The hospital reported his condition as critical.” They reported.

Leader sat slowly on his throne, calmer than still waters.

“Shot on the shoulder? Cellotaped?” Genevieve asked astonishingly, coming out of the corner with Marley.

“Leader’s son was taken by Wrath, and in exchange, he had us release Seraphina.” Grilled teeth explained.

“What!” Marley’s face contorted, mapped with shock and disbelief under his glasses.

“Her backbone is Wrath,” Leader sighed, calmness deepening. “Seraphina’s backbone, is Wrath.”

“The f+k?” Genevieve gasped.

—

[Police Station]

Kelly’s only evidence of being shot is her wounded shoulder.

There’s no video evidence or single witness from the Church who said they saw her getting shot by Tobias.

The only one she has is Dean, but Dean isn’t here, and without Dean’s statement, they can’t hold Tobias down for long in here.

So, Kelly dialled Dean’s line repeatedly, hoping he’d pick had come here, but Dean’s line is off.

She kept this arrest a secret cos Uncle Will was strongly against it, but now she’s regretting it as she dialled Dean’s line again and again.

Tobias sat on the hallway chair, staring at her with heartlessly concentrated eyes.

They didn’t even put him in a holding cell cos he contacted his lawyer.

The motherfucker has the best lawyer in this city whom he pays shitload of money per minute.

The lawyer made sure he didn’t step any cell, so he was left at the hallway while Kelly tried to call Dean.

For the fifteenth time, Dean didn’t pick his phone.

Kelly nearly smashed her phone.

She looked back, and her gaze crashed into Tobias’s beneath the harsh hallway lights.

Though, the glow of the bright lights seemed to die the moment it touched his unholy face as if darkness is his second favorite skin.

Kelly stared into those frostbitten eyes of his, pale as winter death and twice as merciless.

She hates him.

Who the hell slashes a girl’s head cos she choose his twin brother over him?

Of course it’s Tobias St. Graves.

That bastard.

She was about to dial Dean again when the cop in charge arrived.

“Time up. We can’t hold him any longer without your witness.”

“But I’m still trying Dean! Dean is still coming!” Kelly claimed.

No one listened to her excuse.

Tobias was already getting led out of the station by his lawyer.

But at the end of the hallway, Tobias looked back.

His eyes met with hers, again.

Kelly felt instant chills like she was getting slashed all-over again.

Her phone nearly melted into her palm before he went out of sight.

Jude was waiting for him outside the station building.

The lawyer walked Tobias to the car, but he bowed and moved back immediately Tobias entered the car.

“Where should I go, Father?” Jude asked from the driver’s seat.

“The avenue. House 159.” Tobias replied clearly.

Jude moved the car.

—

[Dean’s Estate – 7pm]

Seraphina had just finished packing her first twenty orders.

The deliveries wouldn’t begin until tomorrow as it’s already too late to start anything today.

But she didn’t care.

One by one, she loaded the boxes into the back of Dean’s car, stacking them carefully like trophies earned through blood and sweat.

Since her Lexus has been destroyed by Valhalla people, she’s gonna use one of Dean’s cars for the deliveries.

Not like he’s gonna do a thing.

The land documents she holds over them would seal his energy.

Tomorrow, she’d drive through New York herself, making every delivery no matter how exhausting it’ll be.

The last box landed in the car booth with a heavy thud.

She slammed the trunk shut and leaned against it, breathing out.

Then, she smiled.

A real smile.

For the first time in her life, she won against her family.

She damn won.

The feeling sat in her chest like gold.

She didn’t stammer on the podium—she didn’t break.

But would any of it have been possible without the Dark Priest?

No.

Not a chance.

The very man she’s forbidden to ever want or grow attached to.

The very man who could become her death sentence the moment her feelings crossed a line.

The smile faded, and reality settled over her like cold water.

Of course she knew her place.

And honestly… who falls for a man who uses and discards women without a backward glance?

The names Yalda read aloud still echoed in her head.

They were like fifteen, and she’s sure there are still more.

But then again, the Priest is handsome. Dangerously so. He’s rich too, and he knows how to pleasure her body—a combination that had ruined wiser women than her.

Thinking of the unforgettable mouth job he gave her last night made her clench her thighs.

She had passed out when his mouth was still between her legs.

At this point, he held power everywhere.

But why did Yalda ask her if he fucked her yet?

Does that mean he’s addictive once it arrives at that level?

She clenched her thighs again, fighting the friction that’s trying to pull between her legs.

“Congratulations,” an unexpected voice jolted her out of her dirty, cloudy thoughts.

Seraphina lifted her body from the car, turning to see Dean just arriving.

When did his car even enter the park without her knowing?

She must have been so deep in her thoughts then.

Dean walked over to her, holding a sweet-smelling bouquet of flowers.

“Congratulations on claiming your work back.” He pointed.

Seraphina blinked.

What’s this?

Is he ok?

Dean? Congratulating her?

Feels like a forbidden stuff unfolding right in front of her.

She decided she wasn’t gonna let it matter, so she went inside, abandoning him at the park.

Dean followed right after, but getting inside, he realized she went upstairs already, just that her phone sat on the center table downstairs.

He dropped the flower bouquet beside the phone.

—

[The Avenue – House 159]

Jude didn’t expect a gathering.

But the cult was already there when he arrived with Father Tobias.

The Odds had swallowed the property whole.

Some perched on the branches of the surrounding trees. Some occupied neighboring rooftops, sniper rifles resting lazily against their shoulders.

Others crouched atop the house itself, silent shadows on the roofline.

Inside the house stood Tobias, Yalda, Migos, and Jude himself.

The house belonged to an old man confined to a wheelchair.

The old man sat beside the pool, frail with fear, his eyes darting helplessly around the monsters in his home.

Yalda and Migos claimed the entrance.

Jude stayed at the opposite side.

Tobias stood behind the old man’s wheelchair, one hand resting on its handle while his phone remained pressed against his ear.

He’s dialing Kelly, and Kelly answered after a short ring.

“Who’s this?” Her voice came.

“You should’ve made sure you didn’t have a family in this city before trying to arrest me, Kelly.” Tobias smiled. The sound alone felt wrong.

“Tobs?” She gasped.

“Your father looks good on a wheelchair,” Tobias murmured. “But I think he’ll look even better beneath the water.”

His fingers tightened around the wheelchair handles.

The wheelchair rolled forward with a slow metallic creak.

“Wait…” Tobias tilted his head mechanically. “Can he swim?”

“Tobias!” Kelly screamed. “I swear if you touch my father—”

“You’ll do what?” Tobias interrupted softly.

The wheelchair continued its slow march towards the pool.

The old man couldn’t even resist. He couldn’t run, couldn’t talk or even beg. He looks paralyzed.

“You’ll do what, Kelly?” Tobias asked, his voice lowering into graves. “This same father supported your decision to choose Dean over me. Now look at him. Too broken to speak. Down with stroke. Funny how fate works.”

“Tobias… leave my father out of this!” Kelly yelled from the other end, voice shaking with fear.

“You arrested me.” Tobias sighed, a dark laugh vibrating from his chest.

“Tobias please….” Kelly broke completely. “Tobias…. I’ll do anything! Fine, I’ll get back with you! Wait…. I’ll dump Dean and come back to you I swear! In fact, let’s get married. Please don’t….spare my father! Spare my father!!!! Spare my father!!!”

“I don’t spare people,” Tobias muttered. The words landed like a death sentence.

Then he released the wheelchair, and it shot forward.

The wheels shrieked loudly, deafeningly against the tiles.

For one terrible second, the chair seemed to hang on the pool edge before it plunged into the pool.

The old man vanished beneath the surface with a violent crash, sending water erupting into the air.

Bubbles burst across the pool surface.

By the doorway, Yalda and Migos exploded into serious laughter—the kind that sounded like something was rotten inside them.

Jude watched in silence.

At the edge of the pool, Tobias stood motionless. His calm eyes remained fixed on the water.

The old man struggled beneath the water surface for only two minutes.

Two long, tedious minutes.

And Tobias simply watched.

Poor man. Powerless thing.

His movements stopped when he died in the water, and his wheelchair separated from his body.

His body drowned, so is the wheelchair.

Tobias moved first.

He went for the door.

“What are you planning to do with Tino later? You released him not because Saint asked for it, but because you’re on to something. I can feel it.” Migos asked.

“Don’t be too curious, Migos.” Tobias breathed as he walked out of the house, and Jude followed him.

The rest of the Odds waited behind to do a cleanup.

The walk to the car was barely a minute, but throughout, Tobias felt the taste of heaven in his mouth.

Not the normal one, but the one he only started tasting after he ate a particular p+sy last night.

Good p+sy deserves good reminiscing. It’s too good.

Too, Too, Deliciously Good.

He took his bottom lip in his mouth to lick slowly with his tongue as Jude opened his car door for him.

He hopped in and picked his phone, scrolled through the numbers shortly before reaching her number.

He hates calling people, but she’s not people. She’s his curse.

She’s Anathema.

So, he dialled her line.

One ring, and it connected.

“Yeah? Who’s this?” Dean’s voice came from the other end.

Dean? On her phone? That’s new.

Tobias reclined on his seat, letting the darkness coup him in place as Jude started the drive in the front.

“Who is this?” Dean’s voice spoke demandingly again.

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Tobias strapped his voice modulator to his wrist, then raised the wrist to his lips, making sure the modulator is intact before talking…

“The heavenly taste of your wife’s p+sy has refused to leave my mouth, Dean St. Graves. What should I do?”

TBC.