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“What!?”
Dean’s response was louder than Tobias’s words, and Tobias just knew it hit the exact spot he targeted.
Like a cruel m+therf+ker, he relaxed on his seat again, man-spreading with his bottom lip still between his teeth.
His intentional silence grated Dean’s nerves so much at the other end.
He couldn’t hold back his yell.
“What did you just f+king say? And who the hell are you!?”
“Ask your wife,” Tobias smiled darkly, enjoying this play as his bottom lip slipped away from between his teeth. “She’ll answer better.”
“M+therf+ker, I’ll find you!” Dean’s voice went higher, hitting the phone speaker with thudding extremity. “I’ll find you, and make you—”
His words died on that part cos Tobias hung up. He tapped red with so much patience before sliding the phone back into his pocket.
“You sure know how to stir trouble, Father.” Jude grinned from the front.
“I don’t stir it, I’m it.” Tobias smiled again, darker than the first as the car rocketed into the Church street.
“I knew you were talking about Seraphina when you were saying you’d send a cancer to Dean, but I’m thinking…” Jude talked with concern.
“Thinking what?” Tobias queried, staring out of the window.
“Will she be able to do it? She’s…..”
“Dull? Not brainy?” Tobias cut in, still staring out the window emptily.
“I don’t mean to talk down on her, but i heard lots of Redd family story, and….” Jude drawled, uncertain about whether he should continue.
“And what, Jude?” Tobias gave him a bitter glance. “I hate getting hung, fuckin’ get it over with.”
“And I heard she was mistreated by her family cos always had problems with comprehension, and every teacher rejected her cos she was hard to tutor. Also, she kept repeating classes. That’s why her parents made her drop out of college cos they couldn’t continue wasting money.”
Jude narrated it quietly but aptly, but he received silence as an answer from Tobias which unnerved him.
“Sorry if I crossed the line, but it’s what I… heard.” He quickly added.
“I was a dullard too,” Tobias finally talked.
Jude blinked. “You?”
“Yes, me.” Tobias began staring out of the window again. “I was the glass child who was never seen. Dean was the brilliant one who got all attention, and Saint was always sick as a child. They both got all the attention from our damn parents. But I picked myself up alone, I received tutors from Uncle Will, and I rose.”
“This is new….” Jude smiled. “The difference between you and Seraphina is that you had Uncle Will to tutor you, but she had no one. I bet if she met Allison earlier, she’d have helped. I heard she met Allison in college before she dropped put.”
Tobias replied with silence, again.
“Do you…hate your parents?” Jude suddenly asked. “I mean… Dean and Saint received attention than you.”
“Enough of the questions, J.” Tobias went sour. “The more you know, the more your lifespan shortens. I’m not giving you these information cos I’m loose-lipped, it’s a trap, so I know where to grip you first when you start snitching on me. Turn on me, and I’ll drown you in a brimming tunnel of hydrochloric acid.”
Jude’s fingers tightened around the wheel as he stopped the car abruptly in front of the Church gate, nearly hitting the fence.
He gulped obviously, throat bobbing as he looked back at Tobias at the backseat. “My life is yours, Father. You paid my debt, so if the need arrives any day, I’d die for you.”
“You didn’t have to stop the car to say that.” Tobias scolded, cold.
Jude smiled a bit before retaking the wheels, driving into the compound.
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[Dean Estate]
The corny call took Dean to Seraphina’s room five minutes ago, but she was in the shower when he arrived. He waited.
He stood beside her vanity with her phone sandwiched in the middle of his palm.
After he dropped the flower bouquet beside her phone, he saw her phone screen lit up with the call from the unsaved line. He got so curious he had to pick up and feed his curiosity.
But his curiosity led him to this shit, hearing another man say all of that about Seraphina’s body?
Currently, he has a team of trackers working on the number. He’s going to storm the house of whoever it is to have him beaten to stupor, arrested and locked behind bars.
He shouldn’t be feeling this way. Hearing what another man did to her should make him hiss.
He has Kelly anyways, and he loves Kelly. Kelly choose him over Tobias.
Fûck, she made him feel special on the night of that faculty dinner when she came to him and told him she loved him more than Tobias.
He loves her, too. Kelly was the only female he has ever been in a relationship with, and he shouldn’t even have touched Seraphina’s phone in the first place, talk more of buying her flowers to congratulate her.
Also, the person who ordered him to marry her told him Seraphina was off-limits, so he shouldn’t even be here, wanting to confront her.
But he can’t go against his head.
His head wants this right now, and he’s gonna follow what he wants.
He heard the bathroom door opening in the other room, and a minute later, Seraphina came in, body wrapped delicately under her towel.
A head towel is wrapped on her head too. Seems she washed her hair.
And…
Dean lost his mind.
No—he lost his whole head.
Has she always been this… attractively s+xy?
She’s not even in any feminine stuff. No necklace or earrings. No false lashes or nails. No single female face care on her vanity, but she’s still spotless and calmly pretty?
Why was he just noticing?
Why was this just reaching his head?
The realization expanded the rage that was already building.
The thought of another man between those fresh legs? Eating her?
He woke up and clenched his jaws.
Seraphina ignored his presence. She sat on her vanity chair and took her head towel down.
She grabbed the blow-dryer, raised her hands and began drying her hair.
Raising her hands like that? Her fleshy cle@vage popped out.
Dean’s hand tightened around the phone he’s holding.
“I have no idea what you’re doing in my room, Dean. But when you’re done staring at me, leave.” She said suddenly, tilting her head so she could blowdry another part.
Dean finally moved, slightly unwrapping his palm from the phone. He walked to her vanity and dropped the phone on the table.
Seraphina lowered the blow-dryer, gave the phone a stare before looking up at him questioningly.
“What were you doing with my damn phone?”
“You’ve been sleeping around?” Dean rested his palms on the table, lowering his demanding face to hers.
Seraphina grabbed her phone, tossed it to the other side of the table and took the blow-dryer to continue with her hair, but Dean wouldn’t take the ignoring. He snatched the dryer from her and threw it at the wall.
“Dean!” Seraphina shot up.
“Who the hell called and was saying shit about how he couldn’t get the taste of you out of his tongue!” Dean yelled, jealousy magnifying.
“What!” Seraphina’s eyes widened a notch with shock and surprise.
“You heard me!” Dean took her upper arm. “Tell me! Who the fûck has been fucking you!”
“Let me go!” Seraphina got her confidence back. “What business would you have with whoever I f+k? How is it your damn issue? Last time I checked, you’re drunk in love with Kelly so leave me al—”
“Who has been f+king you!!!” Dean yelled, demandingly poisonous.
“I will f+k whoever I want, and you will have no say in my s+×ual life!” Seraphina pushed him off.
But it was only for a second, cos he came back and took the edge of her towel, trying to pull it off her body.
“Dean!” Her eyes widened.
“Show me! Lie down and show me how wide you are down there! How many men are you f+kin, huh? How many of them touched your body!”
“You’re crazy!” Seraphina spat, biting his arm deep, it drew blood.
“Seraphina!” He groaned out, pushing her head off.
Her phone fell from him.
“Crazy!” She shouted. “Leave me alone!” She dragged the towel with him, pulling against her breàsts and laps and ass behind her.
As Dean pulled, she pulled back. She’d rather crawl to hell than have Dean take even a glance at her body.
Not even a chance.
The pull from both sides turned so dangerous she could feel her feet slipping on the floor.
But Dean still wouldn’t let go.
Her subsequent drag made her slip on the floor, finally.
She hit the floor with a groan, bruising her forearm—the same spot Dean where tore her with the knife on the night of their wedding.
The spot reddened on top of the knife scar, and she shifted back on her butt, gripping it tight.
Dean stopped moving, breathing hard, heavy, looking at her.
Guilt washed over.
“You should have showed me when I asked you for it, Seraphina. You’re my wife.” He muttered.
“Only on paper, Dean.” She shook her head. “Did you forget? You married me for business! This ring?” She raised the ring in her finger. “Is for business sake. You never loved me!”
“But you do!” He snarled.
“That was before!” She stood. “I was madly in love with you when I didn’t know the kind of animal you were. Now? If you touch me, I’ll file a case!”
Dean let out a quick chuckle.
“You know….you remind me of my m+therf+kin’ twin brother.” He sighed. “You both aren’t brilliant, but somehow your arrogance is tall. Tobias is a fuckin bastard, and you—”
“He’s not a bastard,” Seraphina muttered before she could stop herself from talking.
Dean’s face twisted.
“And why the hell would you side with my brother?”
Seraphina looked up. “Cos he’s a Priest, he deserves respect. Also, he’s more handsome than can ever be.”
“What did you just…” Dean’s eyes darkened, hand reaching for her.
Hurriedly, she grabbed her gown from the bed picked her phone from the floor, and dashed out of the room before his hand could reach her.
“Seraphina!!” Dean yelled, voice following her.
His voice echo came back to slap him hard in the face. He heard the sound of the front door closing.
She definitely left the house.
Dean let out a heavy grunt, kicking her vanity table to a side. Her body cream fell and spilled.
He angrily pulled her bedcover away and threw them to the floor.
Her bra fell from the bedcover. She must have dropped it there when she was going to shower.
Seeing the size of the bra cups, he cussed inwardly.
Has she always been this full?
How is he just f+kin noticing these things? Were his eyes in his pockets?
He can’t even think straight right now. He retrieved his phone, dialling the number of the trackers.
“Nothing yet, sir. The number is still not trackable.”
“How the fûck would a USA number be untraceable in USA? Are y’all dumb? I want it fuckin’ traced like yesterday! Urgently!” Dean shouted.
He ended the call, nearly coughing up blood. He punched the wall.
His phone buzzed, and he quickly flipped the screen, thinking it’s the trackers, but instead, it’s his client.
“Dean?” The voice made him calm down a bit.
“It’s you?” Dean sighed.
“Are you ok?” The client noticed the stress in his voice.
“Honestly? She’s stressing the f+k out of my mind.”
“Who?” The client asked.
“Who else would it be?” Dean gnarled. “Of course it’s the lady you told me to f+king marry!”
“We agreed that you wouldn’t be bothered by her. Do whatever you please with her, don’t just touch her s+×ually cos she belongs to my son!” The client snapped.
Dean chuckled, sitting at the edge of the bed. He took Seraphina’s bra that’s on the floor and began running his fingers on the hooks.
“Belongs to your son? She’s getting f+ked by someone. I found out today, just now.”
“What are you saying?” The client resounded, shocked.
“I’ll send you the number. Try to track it from your end too.” Dean hung up and typed the number.
He made sure to save it in his head from Seraphina’s phone.
He sent it to his client, and instantly, Kelly’s call came in.
“Shit,” he cussed, remembering he was supposed to go see her.
He totally forgot.
He picked the call nevertheless, and Kelly’s cries greeted his ears.
Loud tears of grievance.
“Kell,” He stood, frowning.
“Dad….dad is dead.” Kelly hiccuped.
“What!” Dean dropped the bra.
“Tobias killed my….dad….he drowned him in the house pool!” Kelly cried louder, bitterly.
Dean rushed out of the house.
He didn’t even hang up before jumping in his car, driving out.
Immediately he did, Seraphina came back inside.
She never left the estate, she just stayed inside one of the cars
She took a breath of relief when she came back in, parading the living room as she dialled the number that called when Dean was there.
It’s unsaved, but she’s sure as hell it’s the Priest. He’s got different lines.
A ring was all it did before the line connected. She stopped parading.
“Father?” She sounded.
“You sound wet.” Tobias’s corrupt voice returned to her ears.
“It’s really you,” she sighed, sitting her arse on a chair.
“Who else would tell your husband about what my tongue did to you on my altar?” He hummed, steady.
“I was supposed to stay good throughout today as I have just finished packing my first orders, but you had to make him run feral with your words, and he—”
“He what?” He cut in.
“Nothing.” She stood.
“He what?” He repeated.
“I said nothing.” She repeated, too.
And he hung up straight.
She had to start dialling his line again, but he didn’t pick.
Not once.
Not twice.
“Shit, he’s got a serious attitude.” Seraphina muttered.
He finally picked at the third ring.
“He what?” He resumed, still steady.
“He nearly took my towel from my skin and…made me run out of the room in only my towel. Now I’m wearing a gown in the living room with nothing under. Oh, he made me fall too, and I got a little bruise, but he didn’t see me … N+ked.” She explained in summary.
Silence followed, leaving her wondering why he went silent after her explanation.
She sat back on the couch.
“Father?” She called, biting her lower lip gently, softly.
“I’ll send you a business email tommorow. Take your time to study it after you make your first deliveries. In a week’s time, you’ll give me a presentation, and if I’m satisfied, I’ll let go of the land for you completely. It won’t just be in your name, but yours….truly.” He explained.
“What!” She spranged up, smiling, holding her chest with her second hand. “Me? Like….the billion dollars land? Me? Are you serious?”
“And of course I’ll finally f+k you,” he added. “F+k your brains out on that altar and make your p+sy squeeze my c+k into your tight walls. I want to bury myself so deep you’ll feel me in your chest.”
Seraphina smiled, dipping her hand in her gown in the front. She caressed herself on the right n+ple, rubbing it as she listened to his words.
It’s not just the words alone, but his voice. He has a really enticing voice, she’d admit that part.
“And listen, Anathema. The moment I start fuckin you, there’s no stop to my desire. I’m an addict, and you dare not say no. Anywhere, anytime, anyway. I’ll always want to f+k you.”
She squeezed that n+ple harder, dry-humping the couch she’s sitting on. She rubbed herself on the couch fabric, resting her head on the headrest slowly.
“Are you wet?” He asked, low.
“So f+kin much. I can feel it soaking through my dress….hmmm.” she moaned, closing her eyes.
“As you should be,” he grunted.
She smiled again, switching to her left n+ple.
“Dean said you weren’t brilliant in school.” She suddenly said.
“Was dull in school as a kid,” he replied surprisingly, dryly.
Seraphina stopped touching herself and got serious.
“I became an average student after receiving an Uncle’s tutoring.” He continued, still dry.
“Were you bullied by Dean like I was by my sisters? Is that why you created a cult and—”
“I was dull academically, not weak, Seraphina.” He responded, curt.
“And your parents? Were they supportive?” She asked.
But she got no reply for that.
She sensed it’s a really sensitive topic, so she got off it.
“Sorry, was just curious…” She muttered.
“Expect the email tommorow, and I don’t care if you’ll have to pull all nighters for a week. Learn it.” He said, crisp and cold.
“I hear you, and goodb—”
She couldn’t finish saying that before he hung up on her.
She lowered her phone slowly.
“Must he always be mysterious and weird?” She muttered, dropping the phone with a slow toss.
Their St. family is popular, but too dark to even look into.
The only family in the world who deals with luxury graveyards.
She heard their late parents were so madly in love that they choose the same path—the art of dead bodies, and they specifically learnt about dead bodies for years before they started the business. They even got married in a graveyard.
So crazy.
But this is the first time she heard Tobias St. Graves was academically dull as a kid.
He was like that, but he’s as rich as he is today? She doesn’t even care about the source of that wealth, but she’s making him her model from now on.
If he did, she can do it too.
Maybe she’s gonna start by learning what he’s gonna send tommorow and then getting full ownership of the land for her crocheting company.
The thought made her smile again.
But she’s still curious.
Still so f+kin curious about him.
About Tobias St. Graves—Her Father.
Another smile crept to her lips at the thought of that last line.
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[Redd Estate – Dora’s Room]
Dora sat on the thin edge of her window, staring at the bright estate lights with a long stick of cigar in her mouth.
She puffs, pours the smokes, and puffs again without even touching the cigar. She’s too tired to guide it.
On her second hand, sat her phone where she’s staring at the balls picture of Saint.
Her problem isn’t the shit going on in the city cos of people demanding for the close-down of her Kiss Fashion Clan. Her problem is Saint.
And Bexley.
She saved Saint. Took hitmen to thrash the Rednecks and shit, but the a+shole shoved it in her face and acted ungrateful.
Not like she’s angry at him with it.
She’d never get mad at her muse, but Bexley? Growing the mind to even touch Saint? It’s hightime she acted.
She finally touched the cigar, lowering it from her lips.
She dialled her hitmen.
“Bexley Hart? Make her capture day tommorow night. She should be going for her spa night. Get her, and bring her to the industrial ghetto.” She instructed, leaning back.
—
At the top penthouse, it’s calmer than expected.
Genevieve and Marley are by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, wearing their red sleep-robe.
They clinked their wine glasses before drinking up as their minds replayed what happened earlier at Valhalla Club.
[Earlier, Valhalla Club Grounds]
“Her backbone is Wrath,” Leader sighed, calmness deepening. “Seraphina’s backbone, is Wrath.”
“The fûck?” Genevieve gasped.
“You’re telling me Tobias St. Graves got to Seraphina?” Marley raised his brows slightly.
“I want to believe he’s only just f+kin her, but he called me and threatened me with my son for her. He cellotaped my son and planted a bullet in him, cos of her.” Leader explained, pouring himself some scotch to calm down.
“Wasn’t your son supposed to be hidden?” Genevieve stated.
“He knew him,” Leader lifted the glass to his mouth.
“And now what?” Marley heaved. “I share your sadness about your son, but I have my sadness to nurse too. My family is being targeted by that cursed thing, and I can’t just watch. She should have been the one we killed back then. It should have been her, not the other one.” He sighed.
“I can’t believe I once carried her in my womb.” Genevieve gritted.
“Tommorow, arrange another press-con, and apologize to the public about what happened to her crotchets.” Leader said.
“What!” The couple echoed.
“Yes,” Leader stood to them. “Apologize and keep posing as good people for the public. Shut down Dora’s Fashion too, but it’ll only be for few hours, cos tommorow, something else will happen and seize the attention of the public.”
“And what’s going to happen?” Genevieve asked.
“Don’t ask questions, just so as you’re told. The public attention will shift for your family to dominate again. Also, let go of the land documents in the hands of that cursed girl for now.” Leader instructed again.
“You know that’s not possible!” Marley snarled. “I need that land! You know how much profit I’ll make from that place if I draw a Luxury Apartment on it? Zillions! I might become the world’s first zillionaire!”
“The land is a weakness she wants to hold over you, and you’re going to let it go like I said! You’re still alive, and more money is still coming your way. Listen to me and let it go and let my plan move forward!” Leader spat.
Marley looked away, huffing.
“Wrath is a gamer, and if you keep letting things go his way without giving way for minor loses like this, then you’re going to regret. Listen to me and play this smart!” Leader continued, sounding enraged.
“Great,” Genevieve stepped in. “So what’s going to happen exactly?”
“Keep the fact that Wrath is Seraphina’s backbone away from Dean for now. We can’t give him that rage now. When he needs it, we’ll give him the information, and that’ll be after he becomes a part of us.” Leader sat back, calm.
“Dean St. Graves is becoming one of the Billionaires of Valhalla?” Marley scoffed, breathing out.
“His initiation letter is all ready for sending tommorow night.” Leader drank the remaining scotch in the base of his cup.
“Now,” he faced the many Serpents around. “Prepare for tommorow’s bomb. Make it loud.”
He rose again, facing Grilled teeth and Dyed hair.
“Prepare the car. We’re going to see my son at the hospital.”
He left the room, and Genevieve exchanged glances with Marley.
[Present Time]
“You’re really going to apologize to the public tommorow?” Genevieve faced Marley with uncertainty.
“Anything to gain public trust back,” he shrugged. “It’s a mere fake apology drama. You know I excel at fakery.”
Genevieve laughed, clinking glasses with him again.
“I can’t wait for what Leader is planning tommorow. But I feel bad about Dean joining us.”
“No big deal. The real question should be is he ready for the seven sins? Especially the kill.” Marley grinned, adjusting his glasses.
“Mum, Dad!” Kimmy barged into the penthouse.
“Kimmy, I can’t handle you right now….I’m too stressed.” Genevieve faced her, gaze slanted.
“Dora has been in her room since she returned, and you both didn’t even go to check on her? What if she’s trying to drown herself in the tub again?” Kimmy took Genevieve’s wine.
She drank from it.
“Dora wouldn’t try to drown herself now that she’s got an obsession to get busy with. Also, Dora’s issue will be solved before 24hrs. Be calm.” Marley assured with a chuckle.
“Seriously?” Kimmy blinked.
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[The Avenue]
Mr. Price’s body has been taken out of the pool, and it’s now on the stretcher that’s taking it out of the house. Kelly couldn’t even look at it.
She sat on a chair beside the pool, crying while Dean did his best to pacify her. It ain’t working.
“Not a single camera captured him, Dean. The cameras didn’t capture him doing shit, but he did it, cos he called me when he was here! He targeted the moment when my dad’s caregiver went to the grocery store and came in to off him!!” She cried loudly, face red from too much grievance and sorrow.
“I told you not to file a case, Kelly. Uncle Will told you too. He’s an heartless animalistic bastard, you know that! The evidence is on my back and your scalp.” Dean said.
“Is that why your line was off?” Kelly stood, skin hot with grief. She pulled up her sleeves. “Look at my plastered shoulder! I almost lost this shoulder! He shot me, Dean!”
“And in Hollow University when he slashed both of us, what happened?” Dean scoffed. “There was no evidence he did it! The cutlass is still nowhere to be found till now, and his brilliant lawyer won in court as usual! So far he has that witchy lawyer and his cult, you better stay off him and let me handle him.” Dean stated clear.
Kelly broke down again, going on a crouch as she cried.
“You know how much I love my father….you know how much he strived to take care of me after my mother left him. You know….Dean….Dean it hurts….”
She cried like a child, and Dean had to crouch with her, pulling her teary face to his chest.
“I’m right here, always here. I’ll be your dad and fiance altogether. I won’t ever leave.” He stroked her.
As the stretcher containing Mr. Price’s body was wheeled out, Kelly’s tears accompanied it.
—
[Redd Family Hospital]
Peach has been inside with the doctor for thirty minutes now, while Acosta sat in the hallway, waiting for her.
He held her jacket and bag. He lied with constipation check, but he actually brought her here to see a child therapist.
In his sitting position, his eyes strained when he saw Allison coming out of the opposite office with a female doctor.
Allison bade bye to the doctor and nearly turned the other way, but she saw him and came back.
“Heyy, Acosta Simpson!” She cheerfully smiled.
“Hey,” he stood. “Didn’t know you used this hospital too.”
“I had stomach bug, and it was the closest to my last event, so I had to just come for checkup.” She sighed.
“You’re always on events,” he chuckled.
“Of course!” Allison blinked. “Gotta make this money, duh. What are you doing here though? Your wife beat you?” She blinked again.
“Nah, stop.” He waved. “I brought Peach for a checkup too.”
“Great!” She nodded.
“You look happier,” he noticed.
“Phina can finally start her crocheting brand, you have no idea how fuckin glad I am, Acosta.” Allison grinned widely.
“You’re a good friend, Allison.” He nodded frankly.
“Yeah, Phina is my big baby.” She laughed jovially, checking the time. “I have to go! I still have one last client to meet before going home.”
“Sure! Go on!” He quickly replied, waving her as she rushed off.
Peach came out of the office with the doctor immediately, and he handed her her jacket and small fancy bag.
“She took so long I was getting irritated!” She complained.
“Sorry about that, princess,” Acosta stroked her hair.
“Can I talk to you, Acosta?” The doctor asked.
“You have just two minutes, dad, cos I still wanna go get ice cream with you before going home.” Peach rolled eyes at the doctor.
“Sure, go wait for me at the entrance.” Acosta sent her off.
“Acosta,” the doctor started. “Your daughter needs serious attention, like first class package. I asked you for a list of her likes and dislikes before I started the session with her, but when I asked questions about her likes and dislikes, none of the things she said was in the list you gave me.”
“What are the things she said?” Acosta asked, disturbed.
The doctor handed get the note containing the list.
Acosta stared at it surprisingly, looking up at the doctor.
“All of these are her mum’s favorites,” He said in shock.
“She might suffer from a chronic identity crisis if you fail to be attentive to her, Acosta. She badly wants to be her mother.” The doctor nodded professionally.
“Shit,” Acosta muttered.
—
[Tino’s Hospital]
Mrs. Hallows wasn’t in the ward when Saint arrived, surprisingly.
For an overprotective mother like her, Saint expected her to gum herself to the bed or something, but Tino was alone in bed.
His eyes are open.
“Saint,” Tino sounded. He tried to tilt up, but his hurting shoulder sent him back.
“Fûck!” He went down.
“Stay the fûck down, Valentino.” Saint frowned, sitting beside him. “Where the fûck is your mum?”
“She went to talk with the doctors.” Tino smiled with dry pale lips.
“I just knew she’d be somewhere around,” Saint scoffed. “Meaning I got few minutes here before she’s gonna come scream at me.”
“Are there races?” Tino asked, breaths low.
“No, the fûck?” Saint made faces. “You know Asphalt Kings would never race if anything happens to any of us. They wanted to follow me here, but they backed down when I told them your mama was jezebel.”
“Don’t say it like that,” Tino rolled eyes. “So you got trapped by Rednecks?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Saint shut it down.
“Heard Bexley handed you over to them.” Tino said.
“I just said I didn’t want to talk about it. I have plans for Bexley though.” Saint sighed, giving a knowing side-eye.
“So… you’re still interested in Bexley?” Tino got serious.
“Dude, I’m not interested in Bexley or Dora,I just wanna fuck…why can’t you understand my friggin ways?” Saint rolled eyes.
Tino smiled like that news benefitted him the most.
“You aren’t gonna ask about my brother? He captured you, and I had to beg like a goat before he could let you go.” Saint got serious.
“They said my father is some powerful man who offended your brother, is all I know.” Tino talked, unsure.
“Bruh, your dad is dead. Your mum always said it.” Saint’s shoulders rose.
“I don’t wanna talk about it…” Tino smiled, looking too happy about Saint’s presence. “Just glad that you’re finally here.”
“You want anything? I’ll get you a girl for fûck. You know fuckin heals people too.” Saint suggested.
Tino laughed it off.
By the door, Valhalla Leader stood with the two Serpents behind him. They both wore hoodies, and their heads are covered with the hoods to conceal their identities.
Hearing Saint and Tino’s conversation, Leader turned around, giving up on entering the ward.
He left with the Serpents.
Almost immediately, Mrs. Hallows appeared. Her eyes caught the back view of Leader by the hallway exit.
“Xero?” She mumbled, unsure.
—
[Next Day – 5pm – A Motel]
Seraphina literally bounced out of the building in her sneakers and leggings, topped with a body-con armless blouse.
She just finished delivering the last of the twenty orders for the last customer, and though her tiredness is immense, but nothing can weigh down the money in her account now.
Twenty orders.
Just twenty, and she has more than a million from it.
And that’s because she’s just starting. By the time she grows bigger and gets a brand name and building, she’s going to make more.
She’s salivating for that moment already.
She has another batch or orders which she’s gonna start working on from tommorow already.
But firstly, she’s eagar about what her Church Father has to send.
She got in her car and checked her mail, but nothing is there from him which is strange cos he never fails to follow his words.
What’s happening?
She nearly dialled his line, but what he saw online made her halt.
She clicked on the news, and there on her screen, sat a new press-con where Marley and Genevieve are apologizing to the public.
Seraphina didn’t watch. She threw her phone to the second seat angrily, hissing.
“The public can’t see through their fakery? So dumb.” She hissed again, driving out of the motel.
—
[Savior’s Alive Church]
General prayers starts by 6pm, and now it’s thirty minutes before then.
Church members are already arriving, and workers could be seen trooping out of their buildings, heading for the Church.
Nun Estelle was literally crawling, and when Nun Ruth went past her, she froze for a minute.
Ruth looked at her, smirking. “Say a word of it, and I’ll drink your blood for the next communion.”
Estelle turned another way and left fast.
Ruth entered the Church.
Jude appeared at the entrance, but out of nowhere, Nun Grace blocked him.
He stopped.
“What’s going on around here?” She asked suspiciously.
“What do you mean?” Jude asked innocently.
“I feel like I’m behind. Ruth was usually the one who hated Father Tobias, but now she’s always one of the first to get to his programs. Estelle was enthusiastic about him, but now she’s barely around, and you? The most prayerful Brother. The other Brothers said it’s been long you stepped the prayer hall. What’s going on?” Grace chatted.
Jude didn’t plan to reply, and luckily for him, Tobias arrived.
They departed, and Grace quickly entered the church while Jude entered right beside Tobias.
But that was the last moment of peace for the evening.
The moment they entered the Church, gunshots punctured through the evening like rain thrums.
It came from most of the church members (Valhalla Serpents in disguise) guns of different brands, different weights.
Some stood on the Church chairs, some on the desks, some by the walls and from the numerous doors.
But they didn’t enjoy the madness alone.
Odds are present, too, also disguised as church members.
They lifted their golden Glock guns out of their hidden hostlers, returning the gunshots.
It became a battle of bullets.
Yalda yanked away her scarf and rolled down from her aisle. She lay on the floor, back resting her nape on the leg of a chair as she returned the shots with two guns at a time.
Migos is at the back—by the door of the confession room.
He leaned on the frame, actively returning as much as the Valhalla Serpents gave.
Even more than it.
Some Church members got hit, but the rest of them were wise enough to go down flat to avoid stray bullets.
The ones who got hit cried out painfully, bleeding in the middle of their rows.
Jude nearly pulled his gun to join the shootout, but Tobias stopped him.
“Father!” Jude panted.
“Do not move, Jude.” Tobias stood on his words. “I need them to think they got me by surprise.” He muttered.
Then, intentionally, he stepped forward, getting in front of the gun of one of the Serpents.
The bullet came straight for him—on the left arm.
“Father!” Jude shouted.
Nun Ruth stood from where she lay, eyes wide.
“Toby!”
Yalda and Migos turned, too.”
“Wrath!”
—
[Dean’s Estate]
Seraphina’s worry grew by the seconds. Her mind kept telling her something went wrong.
If things were right, then he’d have sent the email as promised.
She checked her mail close to thirty times already. Nothing to look at.
Now, she’s sitting in bed, staring at her phone screen as if her stare would form the mail.
She dialled his line, but didn’t pick his call, too.
Five times.
He didn’t pick.
Her phone buzzed to life in her palm, and she jerked, raising it, thinking it’s him calling back.
But it’s Allison instead.
“Hey, girl.” She picked.
“Girl, did you see the news!” Allison said urgently.
“News?” Seraphina blinked.
“The Savior’s Church you got married at, it got attacked by gunmen at large! It’s all-over the news just two minutes ago!” Allison rushed.
“What!” Seraphina’s mind flew.
“Yeah, I heard so many members got really, really injured, including the Priest—Dean’s brother!”
“Wait…what!” Seraphina’s eyes popped. “How? How did…why…”
“You’re stammering. Calm down!” Allison cautioned.
Seraphina ended the call and slipped her feet back into her sneakers, rushing out of the room.
In ten minutes, she should arrive at the church. She’s gonna drive really fast and see what’s going on there. She needs to see for herself.
How could he get hurt?
Isn’t he powerful?
She was throwing different thoughts around in her mind as she rushed down the stairs.
But getting downstairs, Dean entered the house, and shut the door.
He locked it and inserted the all-purpose keycard in his pocket.
“I need to go out, Dean.” She breathed impatiently, staring at the door.
“My trackers are still trying to trace your fucker, and while that’s going on, I’ll try to be as gentle as I can with you….” Dean nodded.
“I need to go out, Dean.” She repeated, impatience widening.
“I sent my guards on a night off, so it’s just me and you. And you’re going to enter the kitchen, make a delicious dinner for the two of us, and—”
“Dean, give me the keycard!” She spread her palm forward.
Dean took the palm, pulled her to himself with it.
He aimed to hold her by her hips, but she aimed for the flower vase sitting on top of the door mantle.
She didn’t think.
She swung the vase to the side of his head, crashing it hard.
With a loud destructive sound, the vase shattered.
“Damnit!!!” Dean groaned, loud and pained and charged.
Seraphina didn’t wait.
She snatch the keycard from his weak hand and went for the door, but when she placed the keycard on the door and saw her own hands, she was shocked. There’s blood.
Blood on her pinky and thumb.
She gasped, turning back to see Dean going down with blood gushing out of his head, staining his face and neck and the clothes.
Her eyes cleared.
“Oh Gawd…” She gasped.
Dean collapsed on the floor, bleeding and groaning.
Seraphina stood still by the door.
But the TV is on, and her eyes caught the news again exactly how Allison said it was happening.
Cops covered the church compound, and so many ambulances.
She saw Tobias!
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Him, shot on the arm, walking out of the Church with Jude and Ruth by each of his sides, and doctors…
Seraphina gasped, again.
She looked at Dean on the floor, shaking her head.
“God be with you, Dean.” She muttered, opening the door.
She ran out.
TBC.
