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Jude’s voice made Migos and Yalda’s head twist back from where they stood. Others might not hear it cos of the pounding choreographers music, but they’re more sensitive.
They rushed over, concern etched in their eyes.
“Wrath, you good?” Yalda asked respectfully, taking away the intestine hanging around her shoulder.
“Rose, is everything ok?” Migos added, expecting a reply.
Instead, Tobias stood there, staring at the broken laptop pieces on the floor, eyes seeming to get darker than his dark brows. He’s writhing.
“Wrath!” Yalda repeated.
Tobias stormed out of the room, leaving them more confused.
Tobias would never get mad to the point of smashing things. When he gets mad, he kills people and soaks his hands with blood to calm.
This is a new side.
“What happened?” Yalda faced Jude.
“I can’t say,” Jude drew a breath.
“What the f+k do you mean you can’t say!” Migos went for him, knotting his hand around his collar swiftly. “You were right here with him! You saw everything, bastard!”
“Your hotheaded nature is interesting, Migos. Did anyone tell you that before? You look uglier.” Jude muttered with intentional meanness which met Migos cold.
But not cold enough to hold him down, cos in a breathe, his fist flew to Jude’s jaw, crashing there.
“Damn, Migos!” Yalda got between them fast, pushing Migos on the arm. “Calm the eff down, damn!”
Jude wiped his bloody lips, glaring hatefully at Migos.
“Junkboy,” Migos husked. “I’ll kill you, and shower with your blood.”
He left the room too, going through the same door Tobias left through.
“You ok?” Yalda asked Jude.
Jude wiped his bloody lips again, tasting thick metal.
“Yeah…” He drawled.
“You really need to stay off Migos’s way,” Yalda advised. “He doesn’t like anyone who’s not Wrath. You don’t notice that none of the Odds talk to him? That’s because they know his temper. He can only bicker with me cos he knows I don’t give a f+k.”
“Well, I don’t give a f+k too.” Jude claimed. “I wanna stay off his business, but you saw how he grabbed me collar first.”
“Understandable,” Yalda nodded. “Just hope Wrath is fine.”
“He saw Seraphina and Dean cozying up on the laptop.” Jude confessed.
“Wait…” Yalda blinked twice, then she looked forward and grinned. “This is new. Very new. I mean…he dislikes when his bi+çhes get close to another male, but none of them drove him to ruin a laptop before. Damn, that laptop is new and exclusive.”
“Isn’t everything about him luxurious and exclusive?” Jude chuckled. “But why butterflies?” He asked. “Why is the insignia of the cult butterflies?”
“Because,” Yalda started. “those were his companions before he established this cult.” She sighed. “As a youngster with zero attention, he used to play with butterflies and spiders.”
“Of course,” Jude nodded. “Nothing about him is coincidental.”
“Yup,” Yalda shrugged, looking around the still-active room of Odds. “We haven’t even gotten to the most interesting part of the night, and Wrath is already pissed?”
“Killing a Valhalla Serpent brutally isn’t the most interesting part? There’s still more?” Jude’s brow rose.
“You’d be surprised,” Yalda smiled.
—
[Dean’s Estate]
Seraphina dug into the plate of pasta, forking it up and bringing the portion to Dean’s waiting lips.
Dean who has been staring at her refused to open his mouth.
“Any problem?” Seraphina asked with a slight lip bite.
Dean’s attention went to her lips immediately as if under a mojo. He stared deeply at how her bottom lip got trapped between her teeth, and the way she slowly released it wet.
“Dean?” Seraphina called.
His hand wrapped on the table knife handle, taking it. He pushed Seraphina off his laps, trapped her body with the table before placing the knife precisely on her throat.
Seraphina’s breaths didn’t even hitch. She kept herself steady on that table, looking at him eyeball to eyeball.
Also, a little seductive smile is on her lips, and she took the opportunity to push out her chest and separate her thighs, tilting her head.
“Now, you’re reminding me of our wedding night. You hurt me with a knife that night, remember?” She used a low voice intentionally.
“Did he send you? My brother?” Dean pressed the knife closer to her skin, nearly cutting in. “Did he send you to get to me? Cos tell me why just yesterday, you were all Sweet Father and shit with his bodily kisses. He threatened and hurt me in my own house, but today you’re suddenly interested in stabilizing our marriage? What are you after?”
“You abused me on the night of our marriage, so I ran to your brother for help, and he agreed…” Seraphina leaned closer to the knife, but before it could cut her, Dean reduced his pressure on the handle.
“He agreed to help if I gave him my body after everything, but just this morning, he snatched the land in my ownership away without a reason. He ended our deal after he found out that I wasn’t a v+rgin. He wanted a v+rgin, no idea why.” She added.
“So why did he tell me on the phone the other night that he was between your legs, eating you!” Dean demanded, lowering the knife.
“He’s your brother, goddamn!” Seraphina straightened, pissed. “You don’t know how tricky and corny he can be just to see you lose your cool? I’ve never been eaten out.”
“But—” Dean opened his mouth again, ready for another statement.
“No no no!” Seraphina raised her finger at his face. “You’re obviously not interested, keep it up with Kelly.”
She pushed the chair out of her way and left the dinning.
Dean dropped the knife on the floor and hastened over to her, catching up with two wide steps.
From behind, he hugged her tight, making her stop.
“He influences everyone who gets close to him, so you can’t blame me for being skeptical.” He mumbled.
Seraphina released a soundless sigh before turning around to face him. She held his face in the middle of her palms, looking into his eyes.
He looks nothing like Tobias. The blue eyes might be striking, and the hair might be sleek, but that’s where it ends. Tobias’s face mogs this one.
“We can start by going on the dates we never went for.” She said.
“Seraphina,” Dean’s face fell. “Sorry for what I did on our wedding night. I’m sorry about Kelly, sorry about not speaking out for you in public or supporting your craft. I’m f+kin—”
“Shhh,” She placed a finger on his lips, smiling a bit. “Baby steps. Bit by bit. Take it slow, ok?”
“Ok.” He smiled back, taking her hand. “Back to dinner?”
“Of course,” she jumped. Her chest bounce.
Dean peeked at the two pretties as they walked back to the dinning.
They sat face-to-face, resuming the dinner with smiles.
—
[Tobias’s Oddsion]
Exterior lights are off, but the interior lights are all on in their golden glory. The single lights, clustered bulbs, and chandeliers. They’re all in the gold shade, no fluorescent or other colors.
The golden splash of lights created a mysterious hue on the black walls as they grinded the floor-to-ceiling.
The Oddsion is so big it takes minutes to walk from one part to another.
When Saint entered at 10pm, he looked entranced again. He has only entered this house twice cos Tobias was rarely here, and those two times happened several years ago.
Now, it feels like he’s just entering for the first time again.
He stood under the entrance chandelier for a whole three minutes with his eyes closed, basking in the glory of the golden black.
“F+k, how much I missed this place!” He breathed it in like a lovesick puppy before proceeding.
He walked around for close to half an hour, going over wide staircases and glass lifts, resting over the railings and touching the details of the decor.
“No one has ever designed a house this hard in the world, I’mma die on this hill.” He smiled to himself when he arrived at the resting mantle which is built like a grave.
He slept on it and pressed the relax button. The mantle rolled down, and a cover came over it, sealing him in like a real grave while pore-calming fog filled the insides, making him feel alive and relaxed.
This is his best feature in this house.
He was in there for five minutes before getting out, visiting few other rooms before he arrived at the kitchen where he opened everything he saw, but nothing is in.
“Can he ever change? Nothing in the kitchen? What did he even build the kitchen for? Darn, I’m hungry.” He complained, opening the freezer.
It’s stacked with butterflies.
He quickly closed it before any of them could get out.
“He’s too weird…” He turned to leave the kitchen, only to find an Odd rooted behind him.
“What the hell is on your face?” He held his chest, staring at the painted face of the cultist.
The Odd said nothing.
“Fine,” Saint sighed. “Where the hell is my brother?”
“He’s in Halazia.” The Odd replied, and Saint went for the door.
“You’re aware he’s not to be disturbed when he’s in there,” the Odd said.
Saint looked back, scowling.
“Dude, I don’t care about shit.”
With that, he left the kitchen and made his way to the Halazia.
Halazia is one of the top rooms, he had to use the lift.
Getting to the cobblestoned soundproof corridor that led to the room, he met more Odds by the door, including Migos and Yalda.
Saint didn’t talk to any of them. He went for the Halazia door straight.
Migos was the first to step in and block him. “Rose doesn’t like anyone interrupting his alone time.”
“Now I have to repeat myself that I don’t care about that? I wanna see him.” Saint glared.
“We were given strict orders, Saint.” Yalda said behind. “Not even a fly is allowed inside right now.”
“Yo, you know my name.” Saint went closer with a chuckle.
“Of course I do.” Yalda smiled.
“So…I need to go in. I have too much to discuss with him!” Saint yelled.
“Order is order,” Migos replied from the front. “You’re not allowed inside.”
“Stop talking!” Saint snapped. “I already don’t like your face or your damn voice!” He rolled eyes.
“I—”
Migos wanted to say something offensive too, but Yalda quickly nudged him cautiously.
“He’s Wrath’s little brother, stop. You want a spot at Graves Memorial Estates?” She gritted.
Migos scoffed, dissatisfied that he can’t say what’s on his mind.
Yalda got the wall telephone in front of the room and called the inside.
“Sorry to interrupt your AT, but Saint is here.” She reported.
She nodded when she got her answer, then she dropped the telephone.
“You’re to go wait at the dinning.” She told Saint.
“Dinning without food?” Saint made faces. “Are you shitting me?”
“I’ll send an Odd to fix something for you.” Yalda promised.
“Good. Make it garnished noodles but with raw carrots and onions.” Saint threw his hand around before leaving with one of the Odds.
“Raw carrots and onions like a damn rat.” Migos hissed out.
“Now don’t act like it’s the first time you heard about his weird eating habits and food choices.” Yalda glared at him before repositioning her gun on her waist. “And by the way, Wrath crashed the laptop cos he saw Seraphina cozying up with Dean.”
“Tell me another lie,” Migos scoffed.
“I knew you wouldn’t believe, c+ckface.” Yalda turned her back.
—
[Inside the Halazia]
This place is Tobias’s favorite place to spend his alone time whenever he wants that quiet in his head.
Built specially for his breaths.
It’s the only room he allows himself to disappear into whenever rage threatens to consume him.
A shallow black granite pool that’s his calves-level stretched across the chamber, it’s water is kept pleasantly warm always. The smooth river stones embedded into the pool’s floor gently massaged the soles of his feet with every slow step he took.
Discreet hydrotherapy jets created soft currents around his ankles, easing the tension from his body without disturbing the room’s silence.
Thin streams of cool mist drifted from concealed vents within the walls, carrying the earthy scent of smoked oud, and a faint trace of rain-soaked stone.
Cradling a glass of whiskey in his hand, Tobias has been pacing through the water for long, measured minutes, the rippling reflections dancing across the obsidian walls.
Pacing here in the shallow waters has a way of calming him whenever he doesn’t feel like smearing someone’s blood. He might be a sucker for blood, but that shit is only beautiful when it’s still fresh on his hands, and that’s why he wipes his hands after some minutes when it gets sticky.
He drank from his whiskey again, reading through his phone texts.
Coast is clear.
They can move the first batch to the safehouse tommorow, but he’s not the type who believes silly horoscopes, so he’s putting his mind on the possibility of a burst.
He’s sure something will happen on the way. Something always happens.
He pocketed his phone and drank from the whiskey again.
“Saint is here to see you!” The voice intercom on the wall announced for the fifth time.
He dropped his whiskey glass on the room mantle and imagined Seraphina’s finger on the red icon again, swiping and ignoring him.
He laughed lowly with his chest as he stepped out of the room.
The Odds at the entrance stepped aside quickly.
“What can I do to make you feel better, Rose?” Migos asked instantly. “I can go into the city, kill a few people and bring their blood to soak your feet in. That alone is therapy.”
“Migos,” Tobias sighed. “I’m fine. Don’t tempt my bloodthirst.”
“Or should I make the scapegoat at the park regret it?” Yalda asked.
Tobias faced her, interested. “Now that you mentioned it, go ahead. You can’t stop till she passes out, and make sure you make it kinky.”
“Trust me,” Yalda smiled.
Tobias pulled off his suit jacket and handed it to Migos, then he left the corridor shirtless.
—
[Oddsion Park]
The park alone is wide enough to build a decent house, stacked with cars of different range and sizes, warm moody lightning and glass environment like the Oddsion itself.
Estelle has been hiding in this park since yesterday when she traced Tobias’s car from the church, thanks to the tracker she planted on his car.
She sneaked into this place easily, and it was so difficult to walk under the shadows of the sprawling Oddsion before she got here.
All that’s left is an opportunity for her to go in and introduce herself and her interest, but she can’t seem to stop staring at all. She has been staring at the Oddsion and counting the cars since yesterday.
It’s otherworldly.
This kinda place exists in America? And it’s not in the news?
She saw the Whitehouse a number of times in the news, and this place dwarfs the Whitehouse.
Staying in the middle of the cars makes her feel like she’s getting choked by the invisible hands of money. She can’t breathe.
“Fû+k, if I can just get into their circle. If I can just get…”
The lights in the park went off suddenly, and she fearfully got up from her squatting position when darkness sucked up her environment.
“What the hell is—”
Her words got cut when unseen hands gripped her by the shoulders, dragging her backwards.
“Who’s….where are you…. leave me alone!!! Where are you taking me? Leave me alone!!! Help!!!! Father! Father, help!!!!!”
Her shoes left her feet, and her foot began dragging the ground, peeling, bleeding, adding to her tribulations as she got taken further into a darkness deeper than the park.
She was thrown down, and a dim light was put on, hitting her face.
She’s in a small room with different torture equipments hung on the wall, surrounding her like ghosts.
It looks like a slaughterhouse.
Estelle’s heart exploded.
Towering above her is a tall lady who looks brusque and mean even as she gave her a gummy smile.
“Y…you…. you’re a part of them!”
“Of course…” Yalda smiled wider. “And I was ordered to make your session kinky and… interesting.”
“What are you gonna do to me?” Estelle shook her head. “I did nothing wrong! I did nothing wrong!!”
“Attaching a tracker to Wrath’s car was what? Something rewardable?” Yalda batted her lids.
“I…I was—”
“Sneaking into this place and hiding like a thief in the park was something great?” Yalda laughed. “You really thought you’d come in here and we wouldn’t know? Every car in here detects tracker, and every inch of the Oddsion detects strangers entry and sends pictures to the walls.”
Yalda pressed a black button by the wall, and like hundred of Estelle’s pictures showed up on the walls, capturing the moment she entered the compound till she got to the park.
Estelle’s eyes widened.
“I…” She swallowed. “I just wanted to be a part of the circle!! Please…. please don’t kill me.”
Yalda ignored her and dialled Jude’s line, quickly on video.
“Video?” Jude connected.
“Here, look at her…” Yalda turned the camera to Estelle.
“Estelle?” Jude frowned.
“She sneaked in here, and I have orders to…break few bones in her body. I’m so eagar.” Yalda said.
“No…Yalda…” Jude started, worried. “I know she sinned, but don’t kill her. Please, don’t take her life…”
“Jude!!” Estelle shouted. “Jude, please…. please save me! Please!!!”
“Yalda,…” Jude repeated.
“Don’t worry, she’ll only pass out.” Yalda sighed and ended the call.
She picked a bat from one of the wall shelves and swung it once, twice….
“No no no no!!!!” Estelle cried even before the bat met her.
Yalda brought the bat down to her rib—hard and merciless.
“Noooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Estelle’s screams began.
—
[Oddsion Dinning]
Spacious and quiet with long dining table made from polished black marble at the center beneath soft pendant lights, the dinning is surrounded by black leather chairs with clean, modern lines.
The table was set with matte black porcelain plates, smoked crystal glasses, polished black stainless steel cutlery, and neatly folded charcoal napkins. Everything looks expensive and perfectly arranged, in it’s place.
Saint sat with his half-eaten meal of noodles and his phone as he chatted extensively with Tino. They’ve been on it for few minutes now.
Saint: Why the hell are you asking when I’ll be returning? You choose not to follow me there.
Tino: Follow you to the house of your brother who almost killed me?
Saint: But you’re still alive, dawg.
Tino: But he still almost killed me. I was wrapped with cellotapes like a gift of doom and was shot!
Saint: But you’ll love it here, trust me. It’s a dark paradise, especially the grave fog skin treatment.
Tino: Grave fog…. You know what? Just return early and let’s practice for tommorow’s race.
“You’re still hooked up on your friendship with that boy?” Tobias’s voice made Saint look up.
Tobias sat on the chair across him in that dinning room, deadly as ever.
Migos stood behind him.
“Toby!” Saint dropped his phone, smiling deep. “Now I have to book appointments before seeing you? I should have visited often when you were still in church.”
“What do you want?” Tobias leaned on the table, taking a mug.
Migos filled it with Earl grey tea, and Tobias had a little sip.
“Someone was in my apartment earlier today when I wasn’t around.”
“The cameras said?” Tobias dropped the mug.
“No cameras,” Saint responded. “And before you scold me, I hate cameras around me and you know it.”
“Then why the fû+k are you telling me when you’re not ready for a damn solution?” Tobias leaned back.
“Maybe because I just wanna see you?” Saint blinked.
Tobias stood immediately, wanting to return inside.
“Now don’t be like this!” Saint stood. “I’m not Dean the liar, don’t be cold to me too!” He protested.
Tobias halted, eyes stilling.
[Tobias’s Age 9]
The twins celebrated their ninth birthday just yesterday, and one of the gifts the parents gave them was exclusive bicycles from a auction.
Tobias was preparing to go for a test ride with the bicycle in the graveyard behind the compound, alone.
He spends most of his time here, gathering butterflies and spiders since he has no playmates.
He balanced his plastic helmet on his head and strapped it beneath his chin. The strapping made his face sting, there are too many bruises on that face, bruises from his fights.
He has no friends, but at school, Dean’s friends are all against him. They target him always, and they always get beaten, but they never learn, cos they come back.
Two of them got broken knees, and one got a large gash on his head just last week, all from Tobias.
Tobias got on his bicycle, but before he could move it, Dean appeared, blocking the bicycle and pulling the ends of the handlebars.
“Give it to me!” He demanded.
“Why would you have my damn bicycle?” Tobias retorted, calm.
“Cos I deserve it!” Dean claimed. “I don’t know why our parents would even think you deserve one when you’ve never topped our class! I got tired of my bicycle, and I want this!”
“Stop it!” Saint appeared, looking frail and sickly and weak. He pointed at Dean. “Stop it already! You and your friends always try to bully him at school, I’m glad he broke their knees and head. Now you want his bicycle?”
“Stay away from this, Saint. Even you have better grades than him. If anyone deserves this bicycle, it’s you!” Dean insisted.
He went for Tobias’s bicycle handlebars again, trying to wriggle it out of his hands.
Tobias moved the bicycle, and it pushed Dean away, landing him to the ground with a cut on his palm and a bruise on his forehead.
“Mummy!!! Daddy!!!!” He cried loudly, tears crawling out of his eyes. “My…my head….”
The St. Graves couple who’re just arriving from a burial in their black outfits appeared, and their attention fell on Dean on the ground.
“Dean?” The father crouched.
“Dean!” The mother did the same.
Seeing the blood on Dean, their faces went up at once, accusingly.
“Tobias?”
“I was only saying I want us to exchange bicycles, but he pushed me, and now I’m wounded…” Dean cried.
“Tobias!” The mother scolded sternly, black lips flaring like a wi+ch’s. “Just last week, we payed half a million fine cos you broke a classmate’s head, now it’s your brother?”
“Toby never starts it!” Saint defended quickly. “They’re always the starter, then they play victims, and Dean is their ringleader! He was trying to take the bicycle! He was…was….”
He lost his breaths, gasping, panting.
“Saint!” The mother ran over to him, splitting attention.
He was already unconscious before she arrived, so she lifted him.
The father lifted Dean, and a guard was called to the site.
“Take his bicycle to the storeroom.” He ordered, flat.
But Tobias refused to come down from the bicycle. The guard had to forcefully take him down, and he gave that guard a tough bite on the arm which made the guard’s blood stain his teeth and lips and chin.
The guard let out a pained, loud and charged cry, causing more guards to rush to the graveyard.
They took Tobias down.
“Fuckin’ idiot!” Tobias cussed at the bleeding guard while wriggling and struggling with the ones who held him down. They’re five, but it still feels like they can’t hold him.
Dean and Saint were taken away by the parents, but Dean looked back at the yard exit, smiling evilly at Tobias before he went away completely.
The guards left the graveyard too with the bicycle, leaving Tobias alone, again.
He sat on top of a grave and rested his back on the tombstone, catching a butterfly which flew past him.
He was admiring it in his palm when blood dripped from his chin to the palm—blood of the guard.
Tobias’s eyes twitched so many times as his attention shifted to the blood.
The way it’s turning slightly black. The way it looks magically beautiful.
Slowly, he brought the palm to his nose, inhaling the blood scent.
He likes it.
No. He loves it.
[Present Time]
Tobias turned around and faced Saint who’s still standing by the table expectancy, looking serious.
“I know you’re not a liar, and that’s why you’re still allowed in this place till now. Don’t wish for more.” Tobias said, tone clipped. “And your little friend Tino? I see you’re still friends, and now I know you wanna cry, cos he can never escape death.”
“What!” Saint rushed to him. “But Tino is innocent!”
“The son of my mortal enemy is not innocent!” Tobias thundered, breaths harsh. “The greatest sin in this world is being a relative to the people I can’t stand, and the day I’ll finally kill him? Even if you eat sand to beg with a bleeding mouth, I won’t listen.”
Tobias left after that statement, and Saint’s arms dropped.
He looked at the lift that’s taking Tobias up. “No matter how cold you are to me, you’re still my brother!”
His words echoed in the air, cos Tobias never looked back.
—
[Simpsons Residence]
Acosta had brought Peach to see his parents since noon, and now they’re just leaving with Mr and Mrs Simpson accompanying them to the car. The black Americans look radiant to have their son around, but Acosta looks the opposite.
He made Peach enter the car before facing his parents.
“We’ll be on our way.”
“And do not forget what I said, Acosta.” Mr. Simpson mentioned.
“Can we not?” Acosta frowned.
“No,” Mrs. Simpson added. “We have to ring it in your ears so you won’t forget. You can’t get divorced. You think our family will survive it if you leave Kimmy Redd?”
“Do you even care about how I feel?” Acosta expressed. “F+k, Kimmy is an animal, and her parents? Worse. Her sister Dora is a racist, and Peach?” Acosta nearly broke down. “Peach is losing herself. She might be suffering from identity crisis and—”
“Where is your endurance?” Mr. Simpson cut in.
“What!” Acosta sounded.
“Our culinary school is fully funded by the Redd family, you have no right to complain, Acosta.” Mr. Simpson continued.
“You know what?” Acosta nodded. “I’ve heard enough.”
He got in his car with Peach and drove off rough.
“Are you thinking of divorcing my mum?” Peach asked beside him.
“I’m not in the mood to chat with you, Peach.” He sniffled.
“But I heard your parents telling you to not divorce her,” Peach scoffed. “Even your parents are more protective of our family than you.”
“Peach!” Acosta stopped the car.
“You can’t divorce my mum!” She shouted rudely. “Oh, so everyone in school will make fun of me that I come from a broken home? I can’t believe mum is doing everything to keep us as one, but you, you’re evil!”
“I’m not divorcing your mum, Peach.” Acosta conjured a little gentility.
“You better keep to your words,” Peach crossed her legs and picked a magazine to stare at.
Acosta continued the drive with a heavy mind. After half an hour, they arrived at Redd Estate.
Peach went in before Acosta.
Getting in, they met the whole family in the first floor, including Dora.
“Where the fû+k are you coming from, Costa?” Kimmy asked, crossed.
“Dad took me to hello his parents.” Peach chirped sharply.
“You did what?” Kimmy gasped. “I warned you against that dusty house! Last time she went, she got catarrh!”
“Whenever the family is going through one crisis or the other, isn’t is weird that you’re never around? Huh? Mindless monkey?” Dora said.
“Watch your mouth, Dora!” Kimmy snarled. “Monkey where?”
“You’re badluck, and it’s so fucking obvious.” Marley sneered.
By now, Peach is already in the kitchen, ordering a maid to get her an apple for appetizer.
“Go out, till we quench this fire.” Genevieve ordered. “Go!”
Acosta left the house, and Kimmy took a stressed breath.
“Geez, how’s it going?” He asked.
“The bodies are ready.” Marley responded, checking his phone.
Outside, Acosta sat beside a pillar and got his phone out.
When he saw a message from Allison on IG, he was surprised.
Allison: Now, why would Kimmy’s husband follow me.
Acosta’s reply was instant.
Acosta: You don’t like black people?
Allison: No, f+ck, I’m not racist like your wife’s family! Besides, I have something else to think about.
Acosta: Care to share?
Allison: My best friend has been hiding a secret, and now I found out, and I’m hurt, and I’m mad at her.
Acosta: the fact that she has been getting help from Tobias St. Graves?
Allison: Whoa! Everyone knows but me? Seriously???
Acosta smiled before typing again…
—
[Tino’s Place – Next Day]
“Dude! Why the fû+k aren’t you downstairs yet?” Saint hollered immediately he bounced inside.
He didn’t have to wait longer, Mrs. Hallows came downstairs to him.
“Not the face I was expecting to see, oops.” Saint muttered.
“Why are you even friends with Tino?” The woman crossed her arms.
“Cos he’s cute, and I like his tattoo?” Saint blinked once.
“Yo, I like that confession.” Tino laughed, coming downstairs.
“I warned you against your friendship with this boy!” Mrs. Hallows faced him.
“Maybe I’ll start considering it when you tell me who my father really is, cos I’m sure he ain’t dead.” Tino said to her face and picked his helmet.
“Let’s go,” he smiled at Saint.
“Might have a way to catch the sneak who entered my house. Will tell you after the race.” Saint said.
Tino hung his arm on Saint’s shoulder, and they left together.
Mrs. Hallows leaned on the railings, mixed feelings battling in her.
“Xero isn’t someone I’ll be proud to introduce to you as your father, Valentino.” She muttered.
—
[Valhalla Club – Leader’s Office]
The anonymous Intel is everywhere. Xero made sure it reached the FBI, NYC police departments, and even private road securities.
He has been distributing the news around since Tobias left the Church cos he’s sure Tobias came out of the church for business, and his job is to disrupt and destroy the business.
Any of these days, Tobias will make a transportation move, and he’ll get hooked by either cops or FBI.
Xera relaxed on his chair after sending the last Intel, and Dyed hair came in, looking disturbed.
“The bodies have been sent to Wrath’s land. They should be on the land before midnight.” He said.
“How many dead bodies?”
“Five.” Dyed hair nodded uneasily.
“Good, but what’s up?” Xero noticed.
“Teeth, he has been unreachable. This ain’t like him. He’s not even at his crib when I checked.” Dyed hair worriedly narrated.
Before Xero could respond, Frontman came in with Bexley whose bodily wounds are reducing.
Frontman dropped a box on Xero’s desk, gently.
“Found in front of your mansion. The maids sent it here.” He said.
Xero gave him a suspicious look, then he carefully flipped the box open.
Right inside, sat Grilled Teeth’s ears penis, lips and nose. The only recognizable thing about it is his necklace that’s also inside.
“Teeth!” Dyed hair yelled.
“What the fû+k?” Bexley gasped, horrified.
—
[Dean’s Estate – 6pm]
Dean promised to come back early from work today, and he did.
He planned to eat out with his wife today, he wouldn’t miss it.
Seraphina was already dressed when he arrived. All he had to do was get in the shower, freshen up and dress too.
He was knotting his tie when he received a call from Kelly.
“Hey, Kell.” He picked up.
“Look, do you really have to use her for lust? Do you really have to fû+k her to lust?” Kelly sounded drunk.
“I wouldn’t fû+k you to mark lust, Kell. I love you, so it has to be her. This will be over soon.” He assured.
“F+k, this is weird…” Kelly groaned. “How do I sanctify your có+vk after you put it in her?”
“Anyhow you like, but for now, I gotta do what I gotta do.” Dean finished knotting his tie.
The call ended, and he received a text from Uncle Will.
Uncle: You can’t just bring a body for sudden burial without giving me proper talk about it, Dean. We need to talk. Come see me tomorrow.
Dean pocketed the phone and went downstairs to meet Seraphina at the edge of the stairs, about to descend.
She faced him in her cool green backless dress, flawless with the way it cupped her curves and told a detailed story with the rare green opal studs on the V backline.
She grew fond of backless dresses these days, maybe because of how it wraps around her body.
“Hey, you look breathtaking…” Dean complimented sweetly, taking her hand to kiss the knuckles.
Tonight, she wore her wedding ring.
“Thank you,” she smiled with the same amount of sweetness. “And you look dashing too.”
“Am I?” He chuckled, leading her downstairs gently, softly like a queen.
He opened the car door for her at the park, and she stepped in.
She got her phone out and quickly shot a text across to Sugar Father.
Seraphina: Work in progress.
She threw the phone back in her purse, and Dean joined her in the car.
The drive began.
—
[Tobias’s Oddsion – 6:40]
The Odds are ready to move in an hour and twenty minutes.
Just five of them are going for the illegal money transportation with Tobias himself, and those five are wearing police uniforms.
The rest of them will be in muftis and back them up in different discreet cars in case of bursting.
Jude isn’t going with them on this since Tobias didn’t allow him in missions yet, but he’s at the park, watching the preparations.
The first batch of money filled a standby police car, black.
Their trustable informant from the police informed that the roads are clear for movement tonight.
Tobias came out wearing slacks and black dress-shirt, relaxed.
“How many minutes before the movement?” He asked, scouting.
“About eighty minutes.” Yalda said.
“I have somewhere to be with the eighty minutes. Wait for me.” Tobias informed and got in his car.
Migos almost got in with him.
“Jude will drive me. Wait with the others.” Tobias told him strictly.
“Rose—”
“What did I just say?” Tobias glowered, more strict.
Migos stepped back, and Jude got on the driver’s seat.
He drove Tobias.
—
[A Exclusive Mealhouse-7pm]
Dean bought out the floor he stayed at with Seraphina.
That’s why she’s not hearing anything except the soft sound of their clattering cutleries as they ate on the polished table of full meals.
The lights are warm, and the ambience is embracing, then the soft music from unseen sound players.
“I didn’t know you liked tamales,” Dean noticed how she ate good.
“I’ve only had it once when Allison made it for me, and I fell in love with it. But it’s stressful to make, I don’t plan on ever making it myself.” She explained gently.
“Maybe I can watch few videos and make homemade ones someday, for you.” Dean promised warmly.
“That’s…sweet?” She laughed.
Dean joined in immediately, both chuckling till they drank wine.
They returned to their meals, but Seraphina barely ate one more forkful when Dean got up and revealed a rectangular velvet box.
He walked out of his seat.
Seraphina looked up as he walked over to her side of the table.
He dropped the box, opening it right in front of her.
There in the box, sat an exquisite blue Paraíba tourmaline necklace definitely worth a fortune, hooked with glittering Alexandrites and rare blue diamonds.
The beauty made Seraphina hold her chest, gasping. “Dean, this is….so fuckin’ ethereal.”
“There’s only one piece in the world, and it’s for you. To mark our reunion and comeback.” He smiled.
“I love it,” she smiled wider, eyes full of genuine-looking gratitude as Dean removed her slim necklace.
Then he lifted the new necklace to her neck, fixing it easily.
“Thank you, Dean.” She stood to give him a cheek kiss.
Before her lips could touch his cheek, Dean received a call.
He picked his phone and step back when he saw the caller ID. “This is important, i’ll be back in a minute.”
“Sure,” she nodded at him.
Dean stepped out, fast like it’s really as important as he said.
Seraphina looked at her new necklace again, rubbing the chunk of money-reeking jewelry.
“Fuck, it’s heavy.” She muttered, standing up to look around.
She noticed a small library is at the other side of the room.
In no time, she strolled there, finding out the shelves only have romance quotes books.
She picked up a book from the shelf and read it with a straight face before deciding to return it.
But immediately she positioned the book back in the space, a clean, calculative force snapped her new necklace away from her neck.
With a gasp, she turned, but the gasp morphed to a smirk when she saw the blue eyes and fine lips.
He flung the necklace to the back of the shelf before meeting her eyes.
“You found your way in, Sugar Daddy.” She kept up the smirk. “Migos said you’re no longer a Father, so I choose Daddy now.”
“I’ll always find my way,” Tobias caged her possessively to that shelf, making sure his body proportion covered hers. “And I kept tabs on Dean. I know when he was ordering the cheap necklace last night.”
“Cheap?” She rolled eyes. “It’s close to a billion.”
“You know what’s more than a billion?” His eyes darkened as his hand went to the shelf top. “This.”
He brought a black rectangular box, opening it with finessed confidence.
It contained the same necklace, except the Alexandrites are far more numerous, and the Paraíba tourmalines are more vivid. Even the blue diamond is darker.
He fixed it around her neck, and it felt light—like a necklace should be.
“The necklace was supposed to be the only piece existing.” She looked up at him as she rubbed it.
“The only thing with no higher version is me, Anathema.” He caged her with his second hand too.
“Cocky like I remember,” she raised her lids. “How was the dance with the two naked choreographers?”
“And how was the dinner with your husband last night?” His voice dropped lower, hushy.
“I was simply doing what you asked, and I think I’m doing a good job so far.” She smiled intentionally.
“Is that why his hand was on your waist? Is that why…you pressed RED?” His expression is acidic now.
Seraphina opened her mouth for a burning response, but what she felt down her legs stopped her.
His hands… they’re pulling up her dress, and it’s not slow.
The moment he pulled the dress up to her waist, he twisted her and made her face the shelf.
“Is that why?” He repeated.
“I don’t care who you touch, Sugar Daddy, and we shouldn’t be doing this. Dean is right outside.” Seraphina’s voice dropped as low.
“You think i give a f+k about Dean now?” His tone went rigid.
She could hear the sound of his belt coming apart, metal on leather.
Seraphina looked back at him over her shoulder, witnessing how his eyes resembles a starving animal’s.
“You’re cute when you act like this,”
And that was followed by his first thrust. Not in her p$ssy, but her arsehole. It went all the way in and filled her up so much she had to clutch her palm on her lips to keep her moan trapped in her throat.
“You better hold the shelf tight, Sera. I’m not stopping till every damn book on it falls off.” He groaned.
Seraphina’s eyes nearly widened, but she couldn’t even control that as his longness began unravelling her.
Her head went blank like it does whenever he’s doing something sexual, and somewhere in her inner ears, she could imagine Dean talking over the phone outside, but it’s highly irrelevant beside the big fat c+k inside her right now.
When she remembered this room is soundproof, she let her palm fall away from her lips, letting out the m+ans as strangled as they formed.
“Daddy… You’re so f+kin brutal….”
“F+k…. Daddy….”
“Gawd…. Daddy…. Ohhh….”
He’s f+kin her arsehole, but it felt like her p+ssy, cos it’s like he filled both holes at the same time.
He’s unimaginable.
She held the shelf tight, fingers grabbing wood and hooking around the curved corners.
The force of how he’s giving it to her from behind knocked her against the shelf everytime, causing the wood to shift continually, screeching on the marbled floor, drawing lines.
“Yess!!! Daddy….” She bit the wood, tasting her own derailment.
As the books fell off the shelves, they fell on her, fell on him, fell on the floor, thudded loud.
But he wasn’t feeling them. He held her by her hips, thrusting mercilessly.
All he wants to do is make her hang on the edge till she’s spiraling, take her till she won’t be able to sit.
Juices rolled down her thighs from her p$ssy in slow drags, indicating how wet she became already.
He brought an hand to the front, rubbing her tender cl+t and stimulating the raining drips as he drove in and behind her.
That was a whole new level, cos he didn’t only rub the c+t.
He pulled them apart and teased her entrance too, slowly.
Fuckin slow. Back and forth, then center, and then back and forth.
Why the f+k is he so fuckin good? How can a man be this understanding about a woman’s damn body?
What the hell is he doing to her?
“Oh my fuckin Gawd!” She screamed, climbing a dark climax which spread her soul on the cloud of pleasure which nearly killed her.
It was scratching at her brain.
“Yeah… right there… right there…”
“Right there Daddy… Right there…”
Her arse clapped around his cock, legs shaking, thighs writhing, eyes blurring again as she sweated from her backline and under br+sts.
He used his four fingers, rubbing her p+sy back and forth again. Another book fell on her, slipping down.
He split her soft ass apart with his hands and drove his có+k inside again, sliding easily like it was his home, and it welcomed him with warm juices and heat.
“Yes yes…yes!!!” She screamed, throwing her head back.
His palm smacked her arse, giving it a light shade of red.
The sting, plus hot fingers massaging her cl+t, plus his di+k in her a+s. The trinity threw her off, making her lose her chest for a second.
She thought her heart would fall.
She could feel him deep.
Not the normal kind of deep.
DEEP. DEEP. DEEP INSIDE OF HER.
“Gawd….this is another level…”
“Yeah…f+k that ass…f+k it up…”
“Daddy….more…more…I want more..”
And just when she was about to c+m, the last book fell.
Seraphina felt his absence immediately, cos he pulled out and brought her to her knees.
He came in her mouth while denying her of her own release.
“You have no right to c+m, Sera. Not even a chance.” He declared with a tight-lipped sinister smile as he rubbed his cum on her lips. “Go kiss your husband with my cum on your mouth. Make him taste me too.”
She stood, and her dress fell back over her red ass, covering her up.
She stepped closer like a challenge, a breathing war, a intentional crime.
She pulled him by the front of his shirt, bringing him close. Her lips went to his ear to whisper…
“Kiss my husband? Swear to hell that you’ll be able to take it, Tobias.” She called his name, biting his ear.
TBC.
