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“Sweet Father?” Dean repeated the words right after Seraphina, like his ears didn’t believe it.
But the scene is right in front of him.
Tobias, standing tall on the staircase, looking down at Seraphina with eyes that makes her look like the last drop of water beneath a river for a parched man who found himself in a dead dessert.
And her? She’s giving him looks that should only be given to a god. Looks that befits a creator—a owner whom she’s not gonna hesitate before falling on her knees in front of.
She looked at Tobias like her only salvation. He didn’t miss that.
It was clear as day, and that little smile on her face plus Tobias’s dirty smirk? The combination is just too much for something that’s happening right under his nose—in his house.
Like a impatient tsunami, he tore between them, wanting to drive a blow into Tobias’s face.
But that plan died as fast as he conjured it. Tobias foresaw his coming. The moment Dean reached between them, he pivoted with a slight notch, to the left.
Dean’s blow met blank space, but Dean was caught instead—by his neck, so damn tight he choked on his own blood circulation and bled straight from the nose.
Behind, Seraphina broke out of her mesmerized haze already. Now, she stared at the playing scene with a stunned expression.
The way Tobias’s hands locked easily around Dean’s neck. Just one hand, and his other hand is in his pocket as if holding Dean in a chokehold is the lightest thing he has ever done.
Under his grip, Dean looks like a servant who angered his master, and now he has to face the music.
Seraphina didn’t know when she grabbed the banister.
She felt her breaths going wild.
What’s going on?
Kelly is still below the staircase, not knowing what to think.
About how Dean stood with Seraphina instead of her?
About how Seraphina and Tobias called each other names?
Or about how Tobias is currently holding Dean in a chokehold.
She’s in a chokehold too, just that there’s no hand on her own throat. But she could feel the pressure.
Dean’s grunts leaked out of his throat as another drop of blood left his nostrils, falling on Tobias’s wrist.
His body has been placed on the railings while Tobias’s face stayed above his own—not glaring, just staring at him with a suffocating gaze which communicated everything he wanted to get across to Dean.
Dean tried, struggled to break free from the trap, but his trials weren’t worth it. He still stayed below.
The third drop of blood landed on Tobias’s wrist from his nose.
“Stop struggling, Dean. We both know you’re not shit without your guards, and even if they were here, bitch, you know I’d end those motherfuckers before they locate their guns.” Tobias spoke, so venomous like his halo.
Dean went still, but his face is all red and burning like coals from the pressure he’s suffering under.
“First, I remember allotting minutes to you when I told you to go get Saint from the Rednecks, but you got there late, and he ended up getting saved by Dora Redd. I can forgive you for that, given that he was saved anyways, but listen…Sugar baby here said you tried to get her towel off her skin in her bedroom. What were you aiming to see? A Bible?”
Behind, Seraphina let out a shaky breaths. So, it’s this?
The reason he was so hellbent on knowing what Dean did to her after he picked her phone? This is it?
He didn’t forget.
Damn, he didn’t.
She calmed herself with a breath, looking forward at the scene with newfound calmness.
And she began enjoying it, too.
She began enjoying the brutality and bloody violence Tobias dished.
“She lives in your house, Dean. Yeah I know that, but who says you could touch her fuckin towel? Her body is off-limits, motherfucker.”
He let go of Dean’s throat, but Dean wasn’t just gonna lay down.
He leapt up—off the railings, and lifted that blow to Tobias’s face again.
This time, Tobias caught the blow, brought it down to the railings, smashed it on the sparkling metals and broke some of his knuckle bones with a dull crack.
Dean fell back on those rails, but not over, cos Tobias’s fist met his throat.
Throat. Exactly on his Adam’s apple.
Dean lost balance totally, falling back on the staircase. Not only his nostrils bled. His mouth spat a copious amount of blood too.
Tobias was swift to move out of the way before the blood could stain him.
He never fights, and this is the reason. Whenever he does, he ends up losing control and killing more people than planned.
There’s never a Killswitch for him the moment he enters hand fight. His fights are a path to massacre.
One hit is fatal.
So he opts for his guns most of the time. He still knows how to stop himself while shooting.
But Dean here deserved it. Dean would always deserve whatever he does to him. Dean deserves to crawl, beg, eat bones and bark.
Another look at Dean, he wants to punch him again, but Kelly got her voice back and screamed.
“Noo!!”
She ran up, widening her arms. She covered Dean from him, facing him with labored breathings.
“Do not touch him again, or I’ll call the cops on your arse!”
“You never fuckin learn, Kelita Price, do you?” Tobias smiled darkly, amused by her threat.
“You’ve wrecked enough havoc! You’ve caused enough damage! You’ve never been a bundle of joy for nobody, and that’s why no one ever choose you! Not your parents, not your brothers, not any of the girls you fucked! Even your cult members are only with you cos they make money, not because they actually like you! Don’t you get it? You’re a neglected piece!” Kelly read extensively, panting high.
“Aren’t we like the same thing now?” Tobias laughed slowly, chest ticking. “In college when you choose Dean, I killed your mother by hanging her under the city bridge. Days ago when you arrested me, I pushed your father in the pool, and he wasn’t interesting to watch. I mean, he didn’t even struggle. Now, Dean is starting to deviate from you too. Kelita, I don’t think you know how far this runs.”
Kelly covered her mouth with her palm, staggering back. She fell on the staircase, sitting right beside Dean, shivering and dying as she stared up at Tobias’s depraved eyes.
“Y…ouuu….my mother…you….did…”
“Wait,” Tobias blinked. “You really thought your mother’s dementia drove her to hang herself like the cops said? Don’t be stupid, Kelita. No one would pull that clean shit off better than me. You betray me, I end everyone who has your DNA. It works that fuckin way.”
“How could you!!!!!” Kelly shot up, tears streaming out of her shocked eyes. “How could you be so…cruel.”
“Bitch, I won’t be the only one who suffers from the ALONE virus. You get it if you fuck me up. Learn the algorithm, and you’ll be surprised.” Tobias threw an hanky at her.
“Wipe your tears, Kelly. You look like a damn scarecrow.” He whispered before turning around.
Seraphina was in shocked mode when he grabbed her by the wrist, taking her out of the house with him.
She couldn’t ask questions till they got to his car where Jude was waiting in the driver’s seat.
Jude got down from the car though, so they have their privacy.
“You… dated Kelly?” Seraphina whispered, low but still audible enough for his ears.
“I don’t date people, Seraphina.” He faced her. “Hold hands under the moonlight? Spend quality boring time? Tell people about yourself? Kiss in the mouth? I’d rather shoot down every inhabitant of this state.”
Seraphina secretly pulled her palm across the leather of her seat, and it left imprints cos it’s sweaty.
“But…she talked about how she choose Dean over you…”
“She did.” He replied, flatly.
Seraphina was again left in the dark, but she doesn’t wanna ask further for the risk of getting a bullet-hole in her head from him.
“You killed her parents,” she muttered, lower than the first.
“I did.” He was flat as he replied again. “Her father supported her dumb decision.”
“And her mother?” She asked.
“She was demented, Seraphina. She ain’t gonna miss her.” His lips curled.
“But it was—”
“Cruel? Uncalled? I know, and that’s exactly why I did.” He cut in.
Seraphina nodded, deciding to get off the topic for now.
“I’ve been reading what you sent. Harder than I expected, but I’m getting it, ‘specially the weapon part.”
“Have you?” He faced her again, a little undetected smile tugging lazily at his wicked lips.
“Yeah,” she smiled back. “And…” She lifted a finger to his chest, poking it. “Maybe the next time you shoot, I’ll be interested in shooting back.”
“Like the sound of that,” he gave her a strange look which made her bite her lip from the inside.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked, slowly.
“You’re beautiful, even without the glam up.” He uttered.
Her smile widened. “Then, why haven’t you ever told me?”
“I don’t compliment people, Seraphina. I hate telling people the obvious. There are mirrors.”
“But you still told me,” she poked his chest with that finger again.
“Cos I wanted to. We have a deal, and till the end of it, I’mma do whatever the hell I want with you.” He cleared.
“Me too,” she quickly added, shifting closer to slip her hand beneath his shirt, crossing over to his body.
His plane of taut muscles and well-set packs, the lines of V on his waist.
When her hand got to that part, she looked up to see him looking down silently at her like a player.
“And I wanted to say I liked what you did to Dean. I could watch that forever, and I wanna see you fight someday. I’mma like it.” She winked.
“You know what?” He roughly grabbed her by the chin, hurling her closer with a brutal pull.
“Father!” She breathed hard.
“Scratch the ‘after the mail assignment’ deal. Come to church in six days at 8.” He ordered.
“And if I don’t?” She teased.
“You will.” He let go of her calmly.
The absence of his fingers on her chin made it feel like a part of it is gone—like his fingers were always there to begin with.
She got down from the car, and Jude got back in, driving out of the estate.
Seraphina watched the car exit till it disappeared out of sight.
Her stomach dipped, reminding her of the Kelly stuff.
Obviously, it’s deeper this.
But if she wants to know anything else at all, she’ll have to find out on her own, or make him spend more time with her till he tells her.
But how?
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[Inside the Mansion]
Dean is awake now.
He had coughed back to life after Kelly gave him a cupful of water, but he’s still on that staircase, sitting with his head lulled back.
Kelly stood in front of him—two steps away though, arms crossed as she stared at him, expecting him to break, fall and tell her what she wants to hear, but that time doesn’t seem like it’s approaching.
“You’re gonna have to talk to me, Dean. Say something and decrease the fire burning in me!”
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Kelly.” Dean massaged himself slowly on the throat.
Bloodstains painted his nose, down to his lips and chin.
“You came in here when I was obvious in need of help, but you went straight to your wife to—”
“That’s because I need her for my Valhalla shit!” He interrupted.
“I can’t hear you!” She gasped.
“Lust!” He stood suddenly. “I have to lust over someone and win their heart over with lust disguised as love. That was the fourth sin in the envelope. I must commit, and I choose her as the way to do it!”
Kelly went silent for a heartbeat, then continued. “You could have told me, Dean.”
“I planned to tell you after I win her over. F+k!”
“Well you aren’t winning shit cos she’s obviously f+kin’ your brother! The moment I saw her all glammed up and shit, I knew it!” She laughed. “The same brother who got you in a chokehold and also punched you once, and you went weak!”
“Of course he did!” Dean glared. “cos he’s trained and I’m not, Kell. As youngsters, i went from school to home tutorials everyday just to stay in line in my academics and continue getting our parents care, but him? He barely stayed in school. It was from one fighting ring to another!”
“So what now?” Kelly laughed. “Now he can bring you down with one punch? When he slashed us both in university, your excuse was that he caught you off-guard, so you couldn’t retaliate, but that was a lie cos you ain’t doing nothing! If I knew you were this weak, I’d never chose you!”
“What!” Dean’s mind spun.
“Yeah, you heard me!” Kelly snapped. “If I stayed with him, my parents would still be alive, I wouldn’t have a f+kin slash scar on my scalp, and I’d be the girlfriend of a powerful, rich capable Wrath instead of getting stuck here with you who can’t do shit to nobody without your guards!”
Dean’s slap crowned her statement for her. The hit met her face with a unexpected slam which made her hair scatter, webbing her face.
Kelly parted the hair from her face, slowly. She slid the bunched locks to the back of her ear, revealing her hot-red streaked cheek.
She said nothing.
She only picked her bag and walked out. Her thugs wanted to follow her out, but Dean stopped them.
“Take Seraphina’s things back into her room, or no one is stepping out alive.” He pulled his gun.
Seeing his seriousness and the loaded gun, the thugs didn’t get obstinate.
They began packing the bags back up one by one while Dean stood there.
He got his answer.
The answer he has been looking for is now right in front of him.
The strange caller, it’s Tobias.
Tobias is the one who has been going down between his wife’s legs.
Why?
That bastard never ate p+sy.
Not Kelly, not Ruth’s, not anybody’s.
The rumour was popular in Hollow University among the girls he f+ked. No matter how far he went with his fantasies, he’d never kiss anyone, and he’d never go down on anyone.
So why the f+k…did he go down on Seraphina—his wife.
The thought of Tobias’s head between those legs made him swell again with rage he didn’t know was within him.
He shouldn’t be feeling this way.
Not about Seraphina.
But it’s not even something he can struggle about. And lust? Bullshit.
Lust doesn’t feel like this.
Lust would make him want her body only, not make him buy her congratulatory flowers or forgive her for crashing a vase on his head.
What’s going on?
By now, the thugs have finished packing, and they’ve left.
He dipped his hand in his pocket and brought out the invite envelope.
With bloody mouth and nose, he stared at it, sniffling.
He has to speedup commiting these sins and be a part of Valhalla soon. He needs their urgent protection.
And Wrath Investments Empire? That place is already embedded under his flesh. If Tobias decides to take it by force, then the moment it happens, that Empire falls to pieces.
He made sure of that.
It means for the Empire to function, he has to stay fine and alive.
He’s sure even Tobias would be shocked when he finds out what he did in secret too.
He lowered the letter back in his pocket, and Seraphina came back inside, looking satisfied when she saw her things have been cleared.
She climbed up, walking past him on that staircase. He caught a whiff of oud from her skin.
Tobias’s perfume.
She must have entered the car with him. Did he eat her in the car too?
But even if he did, he can’t do a thing—for now.
Initially, he was working towards making Tobias stay down, but now, the plans have changed.
Now, he’ll be working towards making Tobias drop dead.
He turned around, watching Seraphina as she strode to her room.
That ass. That body.
She entered her room, shutting the door loudly.
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[A Boulevard Meet]
Allison looked as intentional as ever as she entered, brown leather coat swirling with the gentle breeze.
This place is a business spot where clients meet, so it ain’t busy. Just few people sipping wine and talking with suitcases and papers over tables.
Allison located the people she came to see very fast—the Redds.
Kimmy and Marley sat at the most ridiculously obvious spot in the Meet, just like they always did.
Allison took her seat in front of them. She positioned her purse on the table before throwing them a bitter glance.
“You’re ten minutes late, Allison Hart.” Marley gave her a glare.
“I was planning to be an hour late and make you wait like peasants, be glad I’m here earlier.” Allison sighed.
Marley chuckled, lethal over his thin mouth like toxin. “You’re interesting, like your sister Bexley.”
“What do you know about my sister?” Allison leaned forward, mean.
“We’re not here to talk about your sister, and you know your lateness and your unneeded bites can cause deduction from your pay, right?” Kimmy stated like a threat.
“Oh, my client mentioned I must charge as high as I want for this networking shit, and deduction only means y’all aren’t ready. I’ll get two million dollars in my account before we start talking.” Allison smiled.
“You aren’t connecting us to meet the President, bitch!” Marley shot.
“Yeah, but I’m connecting you to meet a man you need, bastard. The owner of the land you need for your next big project, and without it, you’ll have to start scrambling for lands outside NYC which is unadvisable for now cos of the hike outside.”
“You’re a real wench,” Kimmy cussed. “But I never expected less from someone who rolls with the Frump.”
“My client….” Allison sighed, bringing out a picture from her purse.
She dropped it on the table.
Marley picked it up.
It turned out to be the majestic back view of a man in suit.
Just the back view alone commanded a kind of unbeatable aura even Marley couldn’t deny on his seat.
“What’s the name?” He asked curiously. “And who the hell is he?”
“He’s a foreigner, and the name? It’ll be hidden till you meet him and see for yourself.” Allison said, careful. “He wants to meet and negotiate next week, but you wanna get the venue and time? I need that credit alert.”
Marley exchanged glances with Kimmy. Now, they can’t escape paying this bitch in front of them.
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[Atlanta – Beaufort Estate]
The madam of the house—Mrs. Beaufort, was already waiting eagarly near the circular driveway when a Lincoln drove in smoothly, engines dying as smoothly as it entered.
Mrs. Beaufort’s face shone with instant excitement, but it doubled when the car dooe flipped open, letting Ruth down.
“I swear, I thought you were joking when you talked about coming back, daughter!” Mrs. Beaufort gushed.
“I never joke about things like that, Mama.” Ruth smiled shortly, giving her a little hug.
“Gawd, I missed you.” Mrs. Beaufort breathed. “Did something happen at the church convent? I mean, you still called me not long ago, asking me to help save your boyfriend from the police custody, then yesterday, you called about your comeback.”
“Nothing serious happened,” Ruth shrugged. “I’m just here to take some rest before returning to NYC.”
“But I looked into the man you told me to save from the police. Tobias St. Graves? Your university boyfriend? You didn’t tell me you both were still together!” Mrs. Beaufort blinked. “Also, when I made a call for his release, they said he has already been released. Seems he’s powerful on his own, and I like that. You know I’ve always wanted an independent man who weilds power for you.”
“Mama, there’s a lot to talk about on him, and about a worthless Seraphina Redd. I’ll gist you later, but for now, can we enter? Is there food? I’m starving as hell. I missed Atlanta.”
“Food is hot for you, darling,” Mrs. Beaufort led her in as the maids took her bag from the car.
“Is my brother home?” Ruth asked as the elevator opened.
“Him?” Mrs. Beaufort scoffed. “He’s never in Atlanta, you know it.”
“That rascal,” Ruth laughed as the elevator door closed on them.
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[Six Days Later]
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[Club Quit – Nighttime]
The atmosphere is different tonight. It’s not just club goers or strippers and powerful people in the dark corners watching the sins unfolding.
Odds are here.
So many of them. They were in Yalda’s place as usual, but they decided to take the night fun here, outside the house for once.
They blended in with the crowd so easily, one would think they’re easygoing champs just touring the night with their inkless skins.
The bartender is a female, and Yalda has been sitting with her at the bar for a minute now, refusing to leave even after she got her drink.
The bartender kept staring at her.
“You want sum-?” Yalda rested her elbows on the table.
Shyly, the bartender smiled, dropping ice in Yalda’s drink.
“I said,no ice.” Yalda stressed.
“Oh!” The bartender took the glass, so nervous she spilled some. “I’ll return with another cup of this! Ice-free!”
Yalda’s palm snapped around her fingers, pulling her close suddenly.
The cup fell from her, drink pouring away on the table.
“What exactly do you fuckin want?” Yalda blanked, gritting.
The snow-white bartender boldly leaned in and placed a soft but nervous kiss on Yalda’s cheek.
“Just that… you’re fine…as hell.” She mumbled, still shaky.
Yalda let go of her, smiling dangerously with her gums.
“Everyone who said that to me in the past ended up dying by my hands.”
“What!” The bartender let go.
“Yeah, so bounce!” Migos appeared, pushing the bartender off.
Yalda faced him.
“I get that you were pained to the bones when you found out I was into girls cos you’ve always wanted to f+k me, but this bitching out has to stop, dawg. It’s embarrassing.”
“Bitch, I’m not playing with you tonight. Look behind stylishly, 10 O’Clock.” Migos muttered, seriously.
“It better be worth it,” Yalda pretended to sneeze, turning her face away from Migos.
She caught sight of angle 10 o’clock immediately.
Right there, sat Uncle Will.
“Damn, Wrath’s Uncle?” Yalda muttered, facing Migos. “What the f+k is he doing in here?”
“He’s trying to get in our roots, obviously.” Migos frowned.
“Now that’s dangerous.” Yalda turned serious. “We should tell Wrath.”
“Hey, you both.” Estelle appeared unannounced.
“What the f+k are you doing here?” Migos questioned.
“I’m not gonna rot in the Church, and I know y’all can help me talk to Father. Ruth was sent away, and now the workers are all in lockdown in their quarters, refusing to come out. They said they’re never coming out till Father leaves the Church permanently. I need to survive.”
“And what do we look like?” Yalda leaned back. “Charity workers?”
“But I can do anything!” Estelle continued. “I’m desperate, and y’all could use that and—
Jude entered and grabbed her by her blouse, dragging her out of the club.
“Him too? The fû+k is everyone here?” Migos faced Yalda, pissed.
“I’mma tell Wrath about his uncle’s presence before you start yapping about Jude.” Yalda picked her phone.
She stepped away from Migos.
Outside, Jude let go of Estelle at the door, and she let out a gasp.
“You didn’t have to be so rude!”
“I followed you from the Church cos I knew you were coming to do something stupid!” Jude hissed. “You aren’t satisfied with your broken wrist?” He pointed at her bandaged wrist. “You want more from them? You boldly entered a club full of Odds? Are you crazy?”
“I told you I’m serious, I wanna be a part of this shit! I know things will get more dangerous soon cos Father will be leaving the church in few days, and I want my spot!”
“Spot in the graveyard?” Jude scoffed. “The only reason I’m cautioning you is because we’re both from Ohio, and I’d hate to send your body back home, so stop now! It’s Horror Night in two days, and if you get too desperate, you’ll be sacrificed.”
“I don’t care!” Estelle insisted, stumping down the place.
“Dry thing,” Jude muttered.
—
[Saint’s Place]
Saint sauntered downstairs, chewing raw cornflakes—a habit he can’t get rid of no matter his attempts.
Just the way he chews raw onions and noodles too.
He carried his helmet under his arm while pressing his phone with the other hand, going through his night schedule. He’s gonna go see Tobias, he’s gonna go see Tino in the hospital. Also, he’s gonna find Bexley.
He’s aware that Dora got her, but he didn’t give a fû+k about whatever Dora might do to her.
But it’s been days, Bexley has been nowhere around his eyes.
His stalking tools aren’t even reaching her, and he just knew Dora probably went extreme on her.
That idiot.
He pocketed his phone and opened the door to step out, but he was surprised to meet Tino by the door.
“Yo, bro!” Saint sounded.
Tino enwrapped his arms on him, seizing Saint in a tight hug which seized Saint’s breaths along with it.
“Hey….” He patted Tino’s back. “You’re supposed to still be at the hospital.”
“I insisted on discharge, got bored. I won’t be able to race with my arm yet, but I can watch you race.” Tino broke the hug with a cute smile.
“You didn’t eat bad at the hospital, did you?” Saint frowned. “You’re talking weird. Watch me race?”
“C’mon! Races resume tonight. Asphalt Kings will go hard again.” Tino’s gaze continued lifting.
“Yeah, but I gotta look for Bexley first. Dora got her bad, and to get Bexley, I need to visit Dora.”
“Wait…” Tino’s expression fell. “You’re… you’re worried about Bex….
“It’s late, Tino. I need to move before Dora leaves her stupid Fashion Clan.” Saint cut in sleekly.
He led the way to his bike.
Tino stood there for a while before deciding fo follow.
—
[Valhalla Club]
Xero worked in his office tonight. A nude-painted large room somewhere in the club grounds with round desk and chairs that don’t swivel.
Swivels are for the world, and the world isn’t here. Here is the underworld where rules are wrung—not even twisted.
He was trying to lit up a cigar when Dyed hair came in with a pile of classified documents which he dropped on the desk.
“They’re the compiled names of families Wrath will be laundering money for once he leaves the Church. I haven’t been able to guess the days he’ll be moving money to his safe houses, but one thing’s for sure; the money will need to be moved to his safehouse cos his Empire is still in the hands of Dean. He won’t be able to use it as his laundering establishment for now.” He explained.
“And that’s why he must never get that Empire back. That’s why Dean has to come here. With Dean here, we have a hold on that Empire too.” Xero claimed. “How’s Dean doing?”
“He’s having a hard time choosing his killing sin between his brother Saint, and his fiancee Kelly,” Dyed hair responded instantly.
Xero reclined, finally firing up his cigar. “Of course, that’s the hardest part for everyone. Isn’t that part the reason Genevieve and Marley hate their second daughter till now?”
“But Dean is different. We need him here as soon as possible.” Dyed hair remarked, serious.
“I know. He’s gonna be receiving an ultimatum. He has one week to commit the sins and get his ar+e here. Prepare a letter.” Xero ordered.
Dyed hair stepped back.
“And where the hell is Teeth? Haven’t seen him since a minute.” Xero suddenly asked.
Dyed hair paused, looking back.
Knowing Teeth, that wanker obviously went to the hospital to off some of the recovering church members like he promised, but he’s not gonna snitch on him.
“He got some business to take care of, probably.” He responded.
And Frontman barged in, looking slightly disturbed.
“Yes?” Xero lifted his brows.
“You need to see this, Leader.” Frontman said, seriously.
Xero followed him out.
Getting to the backdoor, they met Bexley crawling in, looking like she fell from hell with the scattered burn marks on her skin.
Marks from rods extracted from fire. Deep, painful marks. They look fresh as they’re still bleeding. Some are bleeding clear liquid instead of blood.
“A Delilah?” Xero pointed his cigar at her. “It’s the best one.”
“Yeah, that’s Bexley.” Frontman said.
“Well, shit, this is f+ked up.” Dyed hair muttered.
“It’s Dora,” Bexley managed to speak, tears accompanying her words. “Dora Redd. Daughter of Billionaire Genevieve and Billionaire Marley. She did this to me.” She sniffled.
“Get a call through to the Billionaires for a meeting tonight. Genevieve and Marley are to arrive earlier, and meet in my office.” Xero commanded.
“I got you, Leader.” Frontman said.
—
[Savior’s Alive – 8:30PM]
Seraphina arrived thirty minutes late. Not because of the rain, but because she wants to tease him.
She parked her car at the dry park, wondering why it’s so silent. Every other building door is closed except the Church. Are the workers fasting again tonight? No one’s out.
She held her umbrella over her head, then picked a knitted bracelet out of her car drawer and pocketed it.
She had made it for him. Not sure if he’d take it though.
The rain thrummed hard over her umbrella as she walked towards the Church with her phone in her other hand. On the phone, she stared at the last part of the mail he sent her.
For the last six days, she got herself busy with the notes at every chance she got. In the bathroom, washroom, dinning, kitchen, car, outside.
Everywhere.
She reads everywhere, and she’d have been done with it by now, but her crochets took her time too.
She packed her second and third orders and delivered them already. Now, she’s working on the fourth orders, and the orders kept expanding beyond her capacity.
Now, she’s going to be needing a crocheting machine soon. One she would be able to program according to how she wants it to crochet her patterns and designs.
Also, she needs a rest badly. She needs something to take her mind of working and reading for a moment.
Maybe him would be the right answer, cos in-between her crocheting and reading, he hit her mind a number of times.
It’s been a whole six days since she last saw him, and that should push her to at least arrive before time and see him, but she likes this teasing.
For arriving thirty minutes late, he’s definitely gonna do something.
It’s not weird if that anticipation is making her wet, right?
Or is it the rain? Must be the rain.
The rain is so heavy, and it’s winding too she had to hold her umbrella tight. Even her fur heels are wet.
The wind already threw the Church door close slightly, so she pushed it open and set her wet umbrella down. She threw her wet heels off too.
Facing forward, she saw what she wasn’t expecting.
Black candles.
A black candle path from the middle of the aisle to the alter.
She looked around the Church. No other light is on except the burning candles—the angry yellow flames,
She got on the path, fearlessly. She walked, step by each slow step.
The water on her foot left footprints on the black marble, and the heat from the candles reached her skin, a contrast to the devouring cold from the rain pouring outside.
She might be in a Church, but she felt darkness swallowing her deeper, sucking her into carnage the further she walked. She let herself go.
She let herself drown.
Beside the eighth candle, she saw a word written boldly on the marble floor with the thick candle wax.
SKIRT.
It was so clear, and hell, she understood immediately.
Her soul is too far tainted.
She pulled off her short jean skirt, slowly, tugging at the denim till the material fell to her ankles.
She stepped out of it.
Now, left in her net panty and her tie-up top, she moved again, proceeding in the candle path of destruction, laid for her.
Her laps rubbed each time she took every step, creating friction she couldn’t even fight as she anticipated what would come next.
The rain is heavier now, but the wind is calmer. It’s breezy, and colder.
She met the second word beside the eleventh candle.
TOP.
She yanked away her top easily, flipping it to the floor.
In her bra and panty, she moved, like a sinner hungry for more sin.
A hellion thirsty for hell-rot.
She felt cold, but at the same time warm from the burn of the candles. From the heat of the flames.
The marbles are cold, sending tingles to her brain, and her chest, hardening her n1+ples and navel.
Yeah, her navel hardened, too. Even her lips went cold.
And that’s when she knew whatever was coming, it’ll be darker than midnight.
When she got to BR@, she didn’t take off her br@ by unhooking or boring unclasping.
She pulled off the straps, tossed them apart, then tore the net cups off.
The material want flying over the flames, leaving her br+@sts to bounce free, n1+ple so darkly pointed on top of the motherfuckers.
So tempting. A devilish device.
They streamed on her chest as she took the steps to P@NTIES.
She slid the net down her arse, and it got hooked in the middle of her fat a+s, prompting her to shred it.
She shredded the p+nty, too, throwing it back to meet the pieces of the bra where it lay.
Her own dampness scared her.
How?
She only just walked in the middle of black candles and took off her clothes one by one. How did that get her wet? Unless she’s a darkling herself who loves being dominated.
Who loves being corrupted.
As she walked the remaining steps to the altar, she could feel the stickiness between her thighs.
She felt the gumming.
The soaked sensations.
The drips down there.
It wasn’t just raining outside, it’s raining under her, too.
She didn’t only wax her bodily hair, she also personally waxed her p$ssy too, leaving it clean-shaven again.
She could feel the way her cl+t opened and closed. The way the pink flesh kissed, the way the heat and warmth communicated, the way her arse clapped behind, the way her juices leaked, the way her stomach clenched, and her p+sy tightened, craving, hungry, starving for something,
For food,
For penetration.
The rain beating the roof didn’t help matters. She felt hypothermic, but also a bit crazy like someone who wants to die on the sickness.
She felt feverish, too, but madness joined the play when she saw him.
He stood there, on the alter, unclad.
Yeah, n+ked, too, as the day he was born. He’s beautifully naked.
As she’s seeing it for the first time, she halted before she knew it.
Jesus f+kin…. Christ.
He’s….he’s perfect.
That body, it’s too perfect.
How could he…. cover that up.
She felt thirsty in her throat, trying to count the length of his V line and wrap her head around the smoothness of his packs and body.
He’s madly intoxicating. That body should be illegal, and it’s unfair.
“Yeah, like that…” His voice broke through her stare. “Look at me with rever like I’m your Gawd, cos I am.”
Seraphina’s eating eyes snapped up, meeting his on that alter like a fucking undeserving entity.
“Go down like the filthy sinner that you are, and beg your Gawd for lateness….with your mouth.” He continued, laying on the marble for her, baring himself more than before, upping her crazie.
Seraphina went down, coming over his body. She didn’t wait for more orders. She knew she wanted this too, and she went straight for it.
With her lips.
She kissed his shoulders, starting from there, down his body, placing her lips on every space available.
She closed her mouth around his n1+ples, sucking them before going down. She didn’t only kiss with her hips, she rubbed his skin with her hair too, and caressed with her small soft palms. Every strip of skin, every bulge of muscle, every slice of packs, every swell of abs and flesh.
Tobias let her do her worshiping till her waistline before flipping them, then he started his part.
He didn’t kiss. He licked.
He licked her, n1+ples, whole br+asts, tummy, hips, navel, waist. Every slope, every bulge, every inch of her skin, down to her toes.
He licked her toes, too.
Her damn wet toes.
“Damn…Father. Father…” She chanted, unable to contain the feelings, the sensations, the way her body responded, the way her pussy watered, the way her head blanked, the way her eyes blurred, the way her skin warmed up despite the rain pouring ruthlessly outside.
The moment his mouth touched her toes, she went lost.
She doesn’t even know how to feel. How to contain what’s threatening to break inside of her.
“Fû+k….” She slipped his arms around him, touching his back dimples.
Her second hand wrapped around his rosary, twisting it and choking his throat with it. Tobias chuckled, slowing down on her body.
“Pull harder,” he ordered.
And she did.
She twisted the rosary more, interlocking the black beads, intensifying the choking. His neck reddened in lines, but his insanity heightened, brimming.
“Harder, and spit in my mouth,” he opened his mouth slightly.
Seraphina tilted, bringing her lips closer, but it never met his vile lips till she spat in his mouth.
He kissed her bre+sts with the spit, nastily, vulgarly.
She pulled the rosary again, tight around his airway.
His throat throbbed.
He went insane, getting high on this unrestrained, dirty fetish.
“Now, Sera….” He rasped. “With your second hand, take my c+k, and insert it into your crying p+sy.”
TBC.
