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“What do you think you’re doing!” Uncle Will appeared from nowhere.
He snatched the paper from Dean and got in the way instead, facing Tobias who’s too calm.
“What do you think you’re doing, Tobias?”
“What’s this?” Tobias muttered, words drier than dry. “You’re not only stalking my people, but also stalking me?”
“You’re my son, Tobias.” Uncle Will stepped closer, and Tobias’s chin sent up slightly as he stared down at him.
“You, Saint, and Dean! Y’all are my sons’! Your mother died while giving birth to her only female baby who was supposed to be her last born, and your father poisoned himself to follow her! Your father left a note, begging me to take care of y’all and never leave y’all, and that’s what I’ve been doing! You’ve decided to keep blossoming in insanity, and I’ve decided to let you, but what you won’t do is burn your brother with that insanity again!”
“Notice how you didn’t mention your real son when you were mentioning and counting your sons’,” Tobias’s eyes rolled down to meet Uncle Will’s. “Your son who’s older than me. When I was in elementary first year, he was in his last year, but still…he formed a gang with Dean and always tried to bully my face.”
Tobias laughed, and Uncle Will went rigid.
“But I’m glad I drove a nail into his fuckin’ knee, and till now, he has a bad knee that can never be ok.” Tobias laughed in clear mockery.
“Tobias!” Uncle Will cautioned.
“He was never ready to learn! Dean who was his junior wrote all his exams for him, and the ones Dean couldn’t write for him, he payed people to write them for him. He didn’t turn out to be the perfect son you wanted, Uncle, and that’s why you tried to replace me with him by tutoring me!” Tobias snarled.
“Stop it!!!” Will yelled, getting severely hit by the plainness and bluntness of the words.
“Stop what?” Tobias muttered, face carrying ruthlessness which drove Uncle Will back.
“Where’s he now?” Tobias added. “Somewhere in Seattle or Texas, squatting with a friend?”
“I said stop!!” Uncle Will raised his hand to Tobias’s face.
Tobias leaned into that hand, expecting the slap, but Uncle Will’s hand went back down.
“I came here to talk to you about your inappropriate frolics with Dean’s wife. You’re not going to push me.”
“I don’t think frolic is the right word for it,” Tobias leaned back. “Call it taking what has always been mine.”
“She’s not your thing!” Dean finally found his voice back, stepping in. “Even if she’s going to be prisoner overnight, she’ll be a prisoner in my house instead of yours!”
“Prisoner?” Tobias frowned slightly, disgusted. “Sera ain’t my prisoner. Ever seen a prisoner who sleeps on the bed of her Master? Who enters her Master’s jet?”
Dean breathed in.
“You see her as a prisoner, I see her as a lady who needs to be seen and heard, and taken care of and spoilt.” Tobias finished and nodded.
“You’re endangering her life, it’s a fact!” Uncle Will talked again. “You ruin everything with your Fear of Abandonment. Whenever you notice a little change, you overthink and take drastic actions! You know it,I know it, we all do!”
Tobias sighed, a little glint of confirmation crossing his eyes before he slipped on his mask of indifference again.
“And?” He said.
“Wait…and?” Will was shocked.
“Stop following my people around, stalking them like a ghost, Uncle. Or you’ll have to answer to their blood-sucking weapons, and I won’t stop them from actually slaughtering you.” Tobias said with a rooted glare.
Uncle Will went quiet.
Tobias faced Dean who’s still shocked where he stood like a drenched hen.
“By now, your estate is getting ransacked. I’m sure my boys already took her belongings out of your mansion. Have a great time with Kelly.” He smiled tightly.
“What!” Dean’s mouth parted.
“Sign the paper, Dean. And put more effort into good perfumes, damn. You smell like fuckin’ doughnuts.” Tobias crossed the reporters and walked into the property majestically.
Dean leaned on his car, seething, trembling, raging… “I am going to kill him. Yeah, I am going to kill Tobias.”
“I told you to come see me about the body of your secretary you dropped, but you didn’t.” Uncle Will said.
Dean looked at him angrily.
“Don’t act like that’s the main reason you want me to come see you. Don’t act like you don’t have another reason, Uncle.” He meaningfully said and got in his car, riding off.
Uncle Will got in his own car too, sighing before getting his phone from his drawer.
He quickly sent a text.
• I successfully did a head count for his cult. They’re 21, plus the new Jude, that’s 22. Also, a Church Nun entered the Oddsion not long ago, she’s not out, and her body wasn’t transported out too. If she’s gonna be a part of their brotherhood, that makes 23—an odd number.
Will threw the phone back to the drawer after sending the text, then he drove off fast.
On the property, Tobias was flanked by the reporters and faced by the cops at his arrival.
“Mr. St. Graves, what are the processes in place to identify the perpetrators of this act?”
“Mr. St. Graves, what should the public expect in this case?”
“How do you intend to console the family of the five dead kids?”
“Now that you left the church, are you venturing into real estate?”
“No..” Tobias replied to that. “I’m venturing into investments.”
“But investments is your twin brother’s business!”
“And that’s because the wanker stole my Empire in my absence,” Tobias shrugged. “I intend to grab it back.”
Gasps tore from the reporters, and their cameras worked faster.
“Is this just for saying sake? Or do you have backup for the statement you just made?” One asked.
“I am Tobias St. Graves Wrath. Everyone knows the meaning of the W in WEI. Now don’t act like slow retards.” Tobias replied.
And that was the last question he answered from reporters.
Now, it’s the cops turn to face him.
“Cocky Tobias St. Graves. The notorious Crime boss of the notorious Crime Cult.”
“You don’t call a cultist a cultist to his face.” Tobias smirked.
“So you’re admitting to being a cultist boss?”
“When did I say that?” Tobias innocently sighed. “I’m a law-abiding citizen of this place.”
“And that’s why five kids died on your land, but since yesterday, you’ve been unavailable, which just makes the suspicions on you stronger.” The cop said confidently.
“What do you have to say to me?” Tobias’s face froze.
“Autopsy shows the kids were poisoned with juice, but whoever gave it to them, is unknown.”
“I hate juice,.” Tobias dryly replied, wanting to get out.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t give it to people.” The cop took a small paper bag and opened it, pouring out dead black butterflies from it.
“The butterflies were found in their stomachs during the autopsy, and according to research, this is the insignia of your Cult, Wrath.”
“I’ll sit down on a table for two and have this conversation with you any day you bring solid proof that I am really a crime boss who controls a Crime Cult.” Tobias said curtly.
He left them with nothing.
“Are we really gonna watch him go?” A second cop said.
“You have a damn evidence?” The first cop snapped. “F+k, he’s the most wanted criminal in this city, but somehow, he looks cleaner than law-abiding citizens.”
Tobias got in the car with Jude, laughing slightly.
“Anything amusing Firstie?” Jude asked interestedly.
“The Redds and Valhalla altogether, they think they’re smart, and it’s funny as f+k.” Tobias relaxed. “Filling the stomachs of the dead kids with butterflies so their deaths would point back to me?”
“They did that?” Jude chuckled.
“Drive, J. And while at it, call the tenth number on your phone, that’s my Project Manager. Work is gonna start on that land next month.”
“But the land is under confiscation by the government. They said we can’t start nothing on it till the deaths of the kids have been fully investigated.” Jude quickly said.
“J, i don’t give a f+k about the government. If I did, I’d be in jail by now. In a month, if anyone in the government office is still holding a confiscation stamp on that land, I’mma visit him and take his breaths.”
“That’s more like you…” Jude nodded and nearly started the drive, but sudden knocking on the car window stopped him.
He wound down to see saint standing there.
“I need to talk to my brother.” Saint glowered.
“At the back.” Jude answered.
Saint walked to the back window, and Tobias wound down too.
“I need some money.” He demanded.
“You have three loaded accounts in your damn name, Saint.” Tobias lit up a cigar cleanly. “Why needing money when you don’t even work?”
“Why would I work when you and Dean are rich like bastards? I’ll just milk you both for life. I hate working, I’m a slacker.” Saint said.
“You ain’t getting a dime from me,” Tobias had a drag. “Why not start thinking about taking the Memorial Estates from Uncle Will? He has managed it for enough time.”
“Yeah I love dead bodies, but I can’t handle staying in that place all day, being the CEO without moving. I hate staying in a place!” Saint complained.
“That wasn’t a request, Saint.” Tobias looked him in the eye. “Take Graves Memorial Estates from Uncle Will and start running it. You have four days to make the decision.”
“Fine,” Saint nodded. “I’ll never not listen to you, but I still need the cash. C’mon! I have shitload of money in all my accounts cos you and Dean send me allowances weekly, but I wanna buy myself two more bikes, and I don’t want touch my accounts cash. You know these things.”
“Whenever you’re done with the process of taking over the Memorial Estates, come get a black card.” Tobias replied and wound back up.
Jude drove him away.
Saint smiled, getting back on his bike. “Coldass f+ker, but I love you!!” He screamed after him.
Grinning, he pulled out his phone, trying Tino’s line again.
He’s still not picking.
“In the end, I might go to his house and break down his door.” He muttered frustratingly.
“Wait…Why would Toby suddenly tell me to take the Graveyards from Uncle Will? Is something up?” He blinked.
His phone buzz made him jerk, checking the screen.
“Bexley?” He muttered, picking.
“You called my phone” he scoffed. “This better be a worthy news.”
“Let’s go shopping in Dora Fashion Clan tonight, and don’t worry, you can touch me however you want during and after the shopping. But you’ll be the one to pay the shopping bills.” Bexley said immediately.
“So we’re playing boyfriend and girlfriend now? In Kora’s face?” Saint stroked his own hair.
“Whatever you call it,” Bexley hummed. “Come pick me up by 8, and please wear something, different from your usual racing singlets.”
“You know how much those singlets cost? The lowest is 500k and—”
“Wear a clothe, Saint. Like a shirt.” She cut in.
Saint smiled with a nod.
“I bet. It’s a deal.”
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[Dean’s Estate]
Dean pulled off his suit immediately he got back home.
Tobias wasn’t bluffing when he mentioned taking all of Seraphina’s belongings.
He came home to an empty room. Not even a single Seraphina’s thing is here. Not even a strand of her hair. It’s like the room was vacuumed cos it’s squeaky clean.
Dean’s suit fell from his hand as he further walked in, looking lifeless.
“I told her to play with you…”
Tobias’s words replayed in his skull.
He raised his hand to that skull, caressing like he’s looking for his brains.
Then, with a sudden burst, he yelled out… “Aggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!”
She was working according to Tobias’s orders? His first suspicions were right after all.
He was right.
Never in his life did he ever expect to fall in this type of trap.
He’s the brilliant Dean.
The parents favorite Dean.
The all-smart Dean.
What’s going on?
“Boss?” A guard entered the room, holding a box. “Sent from the Mealhouse sir. They said they found it behind the shelves.” He reported.
Dean took the box, opened it. It turned out to be the necklace he gifted Seraphina that night.
Meaning: Tobias was in the Mealhouse that night too, and that’s why this necklace is behind the shelves.
He probably replaced it with another one of the same type, reason he didn’t notice it.
Dean threw the box away angrily, panting, nearly tearing up.
Why the hell is it always like this?
Even as kids, no matter how much he tried to make Tobias feel less important or seen, Tobias never cried or cowered or felt defeated.
So why is he feeling like crying right now? Why is he feeling defeated?
He flipped the vanity table upside down and kicked the bed, screaming out again.
“You have a package, sir.” Another guard entered with a envelope.
The V on it made Dean snatch it quickly.
He sent the guards out before opening the envelope.
• Lust cancelled. Stop going after Seraphina. Your initiation is tonight. You’ll be picked u.
Dean scoffed, lowering his hand.
“I see everyone is playing their own games. Someone in the Valhalla club wants her too?” He muttered. “Well since we all want to be gamers, let’s all grab our remotes then.”
He’s never signing the divorce papers, and he’s never leaving her.
The door opened suddenly, and he nearly shot whoever came in down, thinking it’s a guard, but instead, it was Kelly.
He lowered his gun.
“Dean!” She gasped.
Dean threw the gun to the bed, walked swiftly to her and caught her lips in a unexpected kiss which left her shocked.
She quickly pulled away.
“Dean?” She looked at him weirdly.
“My Lust sin has been cancelled. I can enter the Club without it.” He confessed.
“Wait, you didn’t f+k that sl+t?” She blinked.
“I didn’t.” He nodded. “Tried to lure her by acting all sweet like a real husband and going to her rescue when she was in danger, but she remained a bitch who wouldn’t open her legs. Just now, I received a note, saying the lust is out of the list.”
“Thank f+ck!” Kelly laughed, overjoyed. “You’re back to me?”
“Yeah. As a matter of fact, let’s get married as soon as possible.” He nodded repetitively.
“What!” Kelly jumped.
He stroked her ear. “Haven’t you always wanted to be the First Lady of WIE? I’m giving you what you want. Let’s get married before the end of this week, and become my wife officially, Kelly.”
“Yesssssss!!!!” She screamed.
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[Tobias’s Oddsion]
Yalda entered Migos’s treatment room with folded arms, and the scarface sat up, giving her unfriendly looks as she leaned on the wall.
“What are you here to say to provoke me? That the Mea—Seraphina, that she’s here? I already know, so f+k off.” He glared.
“You already heard?” Yalda blinked. “Well, that’s disappointing. I wanted to see your eyes changing color again.”
“I don’t care about her presence here. The only thing I’m awaiting is her messing up, cos I knew she will.” Migos shifted to the bed edge.
Yalda scoffed. “Hoping she stays good, cos I like her, and her crochets is about to receive global attention. Wrath payed news outlets and billboards across fifteen countries to advertise her. I’m gonna be making her advert videos tonight at midnight.”
Migos grunted. “Whatever.”
“And…He’s planning to enter Dean by becoming a shell investment agency.” Yalda continued.
“Is that so?” Migos stood.
“Yes,” Yalda nodded. “Wrath Investments Empire statistics is really strong in the NYC market, and to bring it down, we have to become their major competitor first.”
“He’s planning on bringing his own company down?” Migos said.
“Isn’t that why he’s Wrath?” Yalda smiled. “Besides, the company is still in the hands of Dean now, so whatever damage Wrath does to it now would go with Dean when Dean finally leaves the company.”
“That’s some intense shit right there, I’m interested!” Migos flexed.
“Knew you’d be.” Yalda grinned.
“So what’s the plan?” Migos asked.
“In four days, Estelle is gonna be sent into the Empire on disguise. She’s gonna plant evidence of money laundering on their HR devices, and before she even gets out of the company, the laundering would be anonymously reported by us. Once the police investigation starts on it, Dean will of course try to buy his way out. Estelle will have to enter the police station in disguise and plant the evidence of Dean bribing the police to drop the case in their files. Then we anonymously tip off the FBI to go investigate the cops too.”
“Then the entire police department will be implicated.” Migos laughed. “F+k, sometimes, I wish I live in Rose’s head. How does he think of these things.” He laughed again.
“When the investigation gets heated, the President would get involved.” Yalda finished.
“Yo, isn’t Ruth related to the President?” Migos blinked. “That’s where it gets knotted.”
“But we always get through it, and I’m sure we’ll get through this too no matter how hard. My concern is Estelle. She better do a good job, or the guillotine will be on her too.” Yalda sighed.
“She has no other choice but do a good job, bro.” Migos sighed too. “Now get out of here.”
“I don’t wanna be here, bitch.” Yalda rolled eyes and walked out.
Migos looked at his bandaged chest and chuckled silently.
“I love when he gets violent on me.” He mumbled.
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[Oddsion Pool]
Seraphina looked like a koi fish as she glittered in the pool, swimming her way around and using the facilities to her satisfaction.
When she opened the box and saw a custom-made bikini, she didn’t know what it meant at first, but after she wore the set, Grimm led her here, and the dog left her like it knew not to cross it’s boundaries by watching her swim.
Seraphina took her time.
She has been swimming for sometime now.
She never had a good memory of swimming. In highschool, Kimmy poisoned the mind of the school management and told everyone Seraphina had body odor, so she wasn’t allowed to swim in the pool.
The only time she sneaked into the pool room to swim at prep, Kimmy caught her and called the whole school on her. She was disgraced.
Since then, she dared not enter a pool again, but she felt safe here.
That’s the keyword with him.
SAFE.
No one’s gonna come here to disgrace her, and she’s aware she has the most amazing body scent ever. Kimmy only lied about body odor to embarrass her.
She surfaced in the water and saw a glass of wine sitting by the pool.
She took it freely and drank without waiting to ask who.
She won’t get poisoned here.
As she drank, she heard silent footsteps, and she looked up fast, catching his eyes.
He went down on a silent squat, took the wine glass from her and drank the rest.
He dropped the glass.
Seraphina was tongue-tied for a minute, not knowing what to say or how to start a conversation.
Every moment with him feels newer than the last one.
He feels brand new everytime, especially now that his eyes are staring at her intensely again.
He wore white, for the first time.
Loose white slacks, and bloodred shirt which moulded his body and sharpened his gaze.
She couldn’t even look at him for long. She made to break the stare,but his palm grabbed her chin, making her maintain the stare.
“I didn’t say you could look away.”
“Did you…carry me from the jet?” She asked slowly, but firm.
“Who else has the energy to do that?” He responded. “You’re heavy, and you know what I mean…” He stared at her chest for a second.
The bikini bra is barely a bra. The only place it covered are are nipples and the blackness around the areolas. Other than that, she’s bare.
Same with the panty. It’s ropes which hooked between her arse and cl+t. No covering at all.
He returned his gaze to her eyes.
“I like how you look in white slacks…” She whispered.
“And I like how you look in that bikini, Sera.” He whispered back.
The water rippled around her, creating a little bubble pop sound.
“Will you swim with me? Please?” she raised her hand to his arm. “Please.”
He allowed her to touch. He didn’t tell her not to touch like he does.
“Tommorow?” He replied.
“What about right now?” She asked.
And that was when he when he went from squatting to going on a knee.
From there, he leaned down.
Seraphina saw it coming, and she snapped her eyes shut fast.
She smelled him deeply first, then he felt his fresh clean breaths.
Then his lips on hers, hard and grippy.
She slightly opened her eyes to see if his eyes are closed.
They’re closed, as they should be.
She closed her eyes back, gripping his second arm too as she responded to his demands, opening her mouth.
He came in deep, kissing her with raw hunger which she felt in the way his lips tore hers apart, the way his tongue rubbed against hers, the way his harsh breaths mingled with hers, and the way their salivas mixed with like forbidden fluids.
Her hands crawled from the edge of the pool, up to his legs, till they reached his face.
She even had to stand on her toes in the pool to do that. She held his ruthless face and caressed the side of his jaw as the kiss roughened, stealing her mind.
His arm encircled her waist, bringing her out of the water with liquid drips which spread around the poolside.
He stood, and her legs went wrapped around his waist, head moving right and left as they kissed like savages. Her back met the swimming hall wall, and she gasped into the kiss, lashes webbing as her toes clipped.
He didn’t give her a breathing chance. Whenever he releases her lips a little, he waits till it’ll remain a little bit for her lips to slip out of his mouth, then he’ll reclaim her lips again with a fresh appetite.
Fine, she misjudged yesterday.
He kisses so good she wants to disappear into his mouth. She wants to be his breakfast, brunch, lunch and dinner.
F+k.
He lowered his height, went down on her lower lip, then captured it up with her upper one, guiding both into his mouth before straightening.
Damn.
He used his tongue to f+k her throat, then sucked hard on her tongue before groaning, harder kiss.
Oh shit.
Her bikini rope p+nt and sorry excuse of a br+@ left her skin very fast. He took off things from her body by himself for the first time.
Usually, she took them off herself.
Now he did, and she heard his slacks belt opening, going down, and that good nourishing có+k slid into her hungry p+sy till the hilt.
“Tobias….” She moaned into his mouth, feeling overfilled.
“Keep your lips on mine…I want to f+k you and kiss you at the same time…” He whispered into the kiss, crashing their lips together again.
He began bouncing her—between him and the wall. Her p+sy received and vomited his c+k in repeat, br+sts bouncing, jumping.
He thrusted up, and she rotated her a+s, meeting him in the middle.
P+ssy collected again.
“F+k!!!” She cried like a needy f+k, her wrapped arms on his shoulder screwed down. “F+k….yes….. Tobias, yes….”
“I’m so wet for you….so f+kin’ wet and hungry and….”
He raised her ass, then slammed her back down on his c+k.
She broke completely.
“Ohhhh!!!!!”
Hard thrust.
“Tobias! You’re so fuckin….”
“Ahhh!!”
“Agghhhh!!!”
“Ohh…..f+k!!!!!!”
Her p+sy reached the peak, and her lips went sore in his mouth as her knees and hips buckled.
He dropped her, and she dropped down on her knees. Tobias held his c+k and slammed it hard on her lips.
She jerked.
“You like what this c+k does to you?” He rasped, arrogantly dark.
“Yes, Daddy.” She bit that lip.
“You like the veins? The filthy piercing? The cold sensations it sends to your greedy walls?” He slammed it on her lips again, harder.
“Yes, Daddy. The piercing, especially.” She m+ned, eyes half-lidded.
Her p+sy leaked down her laps.
For the third time, his c+k slammed her lips, harder than the first two slams. The warmth and heaviness and coldness of the ring on the crown made her lips part in ecstasy.
“Say it then…declare it as your God… your savior…your redemption and damn salvation.” He groaned.
“My God…” He kissed the crown. “My savior…” She kissed the balls. “My salvation…” She licked the shaft. “My redemption.” She moaned.
Tobias’s chest blew.
“F+k… Anathema.” He pulled her up with a breathy grunt, pushing his c+k back into her p+sy.
“Tobiassssss!!!” She screamed, biting so deep into his chest as her wet p$ssy swallowed him, throwing her in the feels so deep she cried.
Not cos it hurts, but because the sweetness is too consuming.
And it scared her.
How addictively sweet is he?
Hope this isn’t ending soon?
Hope it’s not fuckin ending soon.
Even if he won’t end up growing a heart for her.
—
[Fontana Kiddies]
It was an hour before closing time when Acosta arrived at the school. The pupils are still inside their classes, taking their last subject for the day. Acosta had to wait.
He went to the amusement park of the school and sat on the swing chair, dropping the bag of goodies he brought beside him.
He quickly punched a text to Allison.
Acosta: In Peach’s school.
Allison’s call entered immediately, and he slid green fast.
It’s a video.
“Wait… video?” Allison blinked on screen. “I swear I didn’t know!”
“It’s fine, and maybe I like it…” He smiled warmly.
Allison calmed… “Hm, you’re really there. I see the amusement park.”
“Yeah, you?” He asked. “You’re at an event? Meeting with a client?”
“Wait… you’re actually reading me?” She frowned playfully.
Acosta laughed.
“You’re very easy to read, Allison. If you’re not at work, you’re with Seraphina. Seraphina seems like she’s with her helper, so you’re definitely at work.” He said.
“I love my work and Phina, and it’s not a crime….” She shrugged.
“Of course, and your sis?” Acosta asked.
“Please don’t remind me of that money eater. She knows how to call me when she needs money, but she dislikes when I ask the slightest thing about her life. I mean… we’re sisters but she barely lets me see her. And she hates Phina too, like who does that? She also went to Miami with a school friend without even telling me, Acosta. That girl is crazy.”
Acosta bursted into laughter, loud and genuine.
Allison blinked, wondering why.
“I asked about Bexley, but you said like ten lines. You’re a talkative, Allison. Do you know?” He said.
“But Phina likes my talkativeness, so get used to it too!” She chirped.
“Of course, Miss Hart. “He stopped laughing. “How about you try to spend more time with your sis too. Try to make her see that Seraphina is a cool lady.”
“You think I haven’t tried?” Allison scoffed.
“Try again. Keep trying.” He nodded.
“Pops!!” Peach’s loud voice made his head turn back.
He saw her running towards him.
“I’ll leave you to your daughter now.” Allison cut the video.
Acosta stood and crouched so Peach could hug him.
“My teacher said he saw you here, so I ran here!” She gushed. “Why did you come when we still have an hour before closing time?”
Acosta broke the hug and gestured at the bag of goodies.
Peach lunged for it and tore it open.
“Ice cream! Cake!!” She jumped excitedly, but her excitement immediately died. “Mum said I shouldn’t —”
“She’s not here, and I won’t tell.” Acosta assured.
“You won’t?” She looked up.
“Pinky promise,” he gave her his pinky finger, and she linked hers.
She sat on the swing chair, and Acosta sat beside her, watching her devour the goodies.
She stroked her hair.
“How’s classes these days?”
“Not so good,” she licked her lips. “You know the girl I stabbed has been transferred to another school, but another scholarship girl is here to take her place. She’s brilliant too, and now she’s leading the class again. I feel like stabbing her too.”
“No, Peach.” Acosta quickly knelt in front of her. “You don’t have to hurt others before winning. You’re brilliant too. You have to believe me. You can even try to make friends with the new girl.”
“Mum said none of my classmates are my level. Can’t make friends.”
“No, Peach. We’re all humans, that binds us together, not the level of wealth. Peach,…”
“I’ll try if you promise to bring ice cream and cake again this time Tomorrow.” She said.
“Deal.” He kissed her hair.
They spent their remaining minutes there till closing time arrived, and Acosta drove them out of the school.
They’ve barely drove for three minutes when Kimmy’s car double-crossed his car.
Acosta had to stop.
Kimmy jumped down from her car, and Acosta stepped down too.
Kimmy’s hand hooked around his neck without warning, pushing him against his car. His front mirror broke, fell and shattered.
He didn’t touch her nor made a move.
Peach came down from the car too.
“Mum!!” She screamed.
“Where have you been since yesterday with your location off? Are you cheating on me???” Kimmy demanded, eyes slashing.
Acosta stayed quiet, folding his hands and cautioning himself as usual.
“Mum!!” Peach yelled again. “Dad has been sleeping in his car since yesterday, scared to come home cos he thought you’d get mad and grandma and granddad would talk down on him again!!” She lied.
“What!” Kimmy’s hand left Acosta’s neck immediately. “Costa? You’ve been sleeping in your car?”
Acosta straightened, secretly giving Peach a thumb up.
—
[Kiss Fashion Clan – 7PM]
Dora’s head has been ringing all day.
Not with headache, but with throbs she can’t even understand.
All cos of Bexley.
She thought of various ways to end Bexley’s life, and they all seem too appealing she doesn’t even know which one to pick.
She’s going to kill Bexley with her own hands and send her body over to Graves Memorial Estates for Saint.
She fired her staffs like crackers before, but today, she has been overdoing it.
She can’t stop.
At 7, she hasn’t cleared half of her workload. She hasn’t reviewed the new designs. She has been by her desk, boiling and firing.
“Prepare to close the store! I’m going home… I’ve had enough!” She suddenly yelled.
“But…one of our regular customer is at the second floor, shopping excessively with her boyfriend.” A staff said.
Dora looked up.
“Regular?” Dora frowned.
“Yeah, she came with the popular biker boy of Asphalt Kings.”
“Did you just say Asphalt Kings?” Dora stood slowly.
She pushed the staff out of the way and rushed into the elevator, riding to the second floor.
Coming out of the elevator, she was face-slapped by the ongoing show.
Saint and Bexley!
They’ve filled two carts with things for Bexley, and now they’re on the third. Bexley isn’t walking, she’s on Saint’s piggyback, screaming and eating lollipop as she pointed at what she wants from the designer glasses.
She wore black long-sleeve top that’s turtlenecked, and long baggy denim pants, covering her up.
“That one… Saint! That one!” She pointed at another glass.
“This?” Saint brought out the jimmy choo shoes in that glass.
“Yeah…I want that..” she kissed his head on the top.
“Anything for Bex.” Saint laughed, adjusting her on his back before dropping the shoes in their cart.
He wore a shirt for the first time in many months—a yellow shirt. He even matched with her baggy jean.
“Yeah, anything for Bexley…” Bexley laughed behind him.
“That one!” She pointed at another glass wish has designer shades.
“You want shades?” Saint stopped. “The only person I know who wears shades in this city is tasteless.”
“But I’m not tasteless, mi carino.” Bexley came down from his back. “I’m different, no shades.”
“No shades, mi vida.” Saint laughed.
He picked two black shades, wore one for himself and wore her the second one.
Before he knew it, Bexley pecked him on the lips, shortly.
Saint turned her around and touched her butt, pressing.
Dora by the door of the elevator got blurry eyes immediately.
She got back into the elevator and began hitting her head on the wall.
Till her face became bloody.
—
[Valhalla Club – 10PM]
When Dean was picked up at his estate by new Valhalla Serpents and the Frontman, he knew he had taken the second important step.
When he was led into Valhalla Club grounds after a thirty minutes drive, he knew he took the second important step, and when he was ushered into the core room where he saw the Billionaires, he knew he made it.
Nearly all rich people in this city are here, and a lot from other countries. Even those who’re still millionaires, yet to become billionaires are here.
So far you’re here, it’s guaranteed that you’ll be a billionaire.
That’s the lore.
He knew all the faces, and they all held hostility against him which he understands.
He didn’t commit all sins, but they committed all. It’s normal to be mad at the preferential treatment.
But he doesn’t care.
He saw Genevieve and Marley glaring like they want to mangle him.
He took off his shirt and climbed the middle table where Xero stood.
Xero is masked now, and he held a wireless tattoo needle.
Dean went down in front of him, and Xero got to work on the tattoo.
He turned on the noiseless tattoo machine and began drawing the legendary V on Dean’s back.
There are camera lenses in his eyeballs as he did the tattoo, and he’s sure the real Leader is watching now.
Dean hardened his bones, mouth clenching on nothing.
He already succeeded in making everyone think he let go of Seraphina by announcing his wedding to Kelly.
Now he’s getting initiated.
His next step won’t be expected at all.
He’s so back.
—
[Three Days Later – Atlanta – A Gravesite]
The site is silent except for the chirping of small birds on top of tombstones and the leafless trees.
The breeze barely touched Ruth on her wheelchair where she sat.
She wasn’t discharged from the hospital cos her leg had to go through serious surgery which required her to stay bedridden for months, but she refused to stay that way.
She was once bedridden for months after Tobias sent Odds to waterboard her years ago. She’s not gonna get bedridden again, ever.
So she came here, to her mum’s burial.
She refused to let anyone else attend with her. It’s just her on her wheelchair.
Mrs. Beaufort’s body was found two days ago cos Vince probably made a report, and the cause of her death was reported to be intense forceful hits to her face and throat.
Now, cops are investigating her death, as if they’re going to find anything. It’s Tobias St. Graves anyways. He has never been caught.
But not this time.
The cops mightn’t catch him, but her brother will.
She picked up her ringing phone, sliding the green when she saw it’s her brother Vince.
“Hello?” She picked.
“I’ll be with you soon, had to visit the Whitehouse first to discuss few things with the President.” Vince informed. “And I also had to go somewhere else.”
Ruth wiped her tears.
“I understand, just be fast.”
“Bet.” Vince crooked.
—
[NYC – A Hotel Hall]
Seraphina looked at herself in the mirror for the tenth time, wondering if she looks ok enough.
It’s her big day, she can’t make any mistake even with her looks.
Her dress didn’t hug her figure. It’s a free shiny black dress but short with Alexandria chains in front of it, pushing her br+sts up.
She rubbed oil on the cleavage to increase the shine, and she checked the mirror again, confident.
“I’m good to go.”
She only told Tobias about her interest in auctioning her next one-of-it’s-kind crochet, and he didn’t waste time three days ago.
After that insane f+k by the pool wall, he got to work immediately.
He made sure the auction announcement reached wherever it could reach, and even places it couldn’t reach, he forced it in.
He invited people.
Not just people.
Important, Important people.
Allison handled the auction event planning of course, and everything fell in place so fast she still can’t believe this is happening.
Allison entered, all smiles.
“Baby!!” She screamed.
“Mamacita!” Seraphina drew her in a tight sisterly hug.
Allison’s height covered hers since she’s much taller, and the heels.
“Congratulations on your first auction, first born. The first crocheter to auction! I’m so proud of you!”
“Stop calling me your first born!” Seraphina broke the hug with a grin, taking the flowers Allison brought.
“Tobias is definitely the best D in town right now. He doesn’t just f+k, but he spoils too. You should see the wealthy f+kin’ people in the hall outside, they’re all foreigners, waiting to see your auction.” Allison said.
“Seriously?” Seraphina blinked.
“You’d be shocked! And thank you for getting me to plan this event, it polished my portfolio.” Allison added.
“Who else would do?” Seraphina rolled eyes playfully.
“So…when is your first date with him?” Allison asked.
“Told you he just wants to f+k and…”
“Just wants to f+k and he took you to his house?” Allison scoffed.
Seraphina bit her lip. Same person who has never f+ked her in a bed? It’s always corny places like altar, club VVIP room, shelf, pool hall.
It’s like he’s maintaining the boundaries strictly.
“C’mon!” It’s time!” Allison pulled her out of her thoughts.
Seraphina gathered herself together and stepped out.
Getting outside, she was beyond shocked, gobsmacked.
The hall is a sea of wealthy foreigners she hasn’t seen before!
—
Outside, Tobias is just entering through the side door.
Jude and Migos and several other Odds lined behind him.
His earbud is intact his ear as he talked to Yalda who’s at home, tutoring Estelle about tomorrow.
“How’s it going?” He asked.
“She’s a tough bi+ch, I’m honestly impressed. I think she’ll easily enter the Empire to bug Tomorrow.” Yalda replied actively. “Since tomorrow is Dean’s wedding with Kelly, it should be easier too. The Empire will be scanty with staffs.”
“Good, and the crocheting ads?” Tobias asked tightly.
“All ready to go online. You only have to give me the order.” Yalda said.
“Go on and blow it online after this auction.” Tobias rasped.
“Got you, Wrath.”
He removed his earbud and threw it. Jude caught it.
Migos opened the side door that led to the balcony of the hotel hall.
Tobias entered.
—
The grand auction hall is occupied by billionaires, monarchs, collectors, fashion houses, and private museum curators who had crossed continents for this single evening.
At the center of the stage stood a circular pedestal concealed beneath cascading silk curtain. Four attendants in immaculate white gloves took their positions.
A single spotlight descended, and with synchronized moves, the attendants drew the curtain away, revealing the crochet dress.
It floated upon its mannequin like woven moonlight, every thread catching the light with an almost supernatural glow.
The lacework flowed in impossible harmony, as though thousands of butterflies had frozen mid-flight to become fabric.
The motifs melted seamlessly into the next without a single visible transition.
A murmur rippled through the audience.
Someone quietly stood.
Another lowered his bidding paddle, simply to stare.
Camera shutters erupted throughout the hall.
A spotlight descended on a narrator who paused before finding his voice in the center.
“Ladies and gentlemen… presenting Ethereal Genesis—the world’s only hand-crocheted couture masterpiece of its kind.” He began.
The guests began murmuring among themselves, whispering bids.
“It has been entirely handcrafted using Grade-AA Himalayan Mulberry Silk yarn spun with microscopic strands of white gold, reinforced with Japanese lotus-fiber silk and threads harvested from naturally golden sea silk—an impossibly rare marine fiber once reserved for royalty.”
“The embroidery is adorned with untreated Colombian emerald micro-beads, moonlit Australian South Sea seed pearls, Paraíba tourmaline crystal droplets, and hand-polished Ethiopian opals.”
“Every floral constellation is anchored with Argyle pink diamond dust sealed beneath transparent crystal resin, while the neckline and backline bloom with natural alexandrite gemstones that shift from emerald green to royal crimson beneath changing light.”
“The final finish was delicately infused with mother-of-pearl, granting the dress its celestial radiance without the use of synthetic shimmer. There are no machines involved. No replicated patterns. No duplicated stitch sequence.”
“There exists only one, and there will never be another.”
Silence reclaimed the hall. Not because there was nothing to say, but because language had failed them.
Then, from the front row, came the first applause, spreading like wildfire. Within seconds, the entire hall was standing. The ovation thundered.
Only then did the spotlight drift from the gown.
It settled on its creator.
Seraphina.
She rose with lethal poise which made the brilliance of her work shine even brighter.
The applause only grew louder. The guests didn’t even wait for the bidding to be pronounced to start officially before they began bidding.
“50 Million Dollars!”
Seraphina nearly screamed.
50 what?
The first bid??
“60!” The second bidder raised her paddle from a fashion brand.
“80!”
“100!”
“150!”
“250!”
Seraphina swallowed.
This is a crochet.
Her work.
It’s a crochet, not gold.
Why are they bidding so high?
Are they high?
She began turning around on the center, wondering what’s going on
“300!”
“370!”
At the velvet-draped balcony, Tobias stood with his army of Odds flanking him like royalties.
He smoked his cigarette with quiet grace, just staring at the ongoing.
“You’re not going to bid?” Jude asked suddenly.
“Tonight is for her to know her work worth, and they’re already doing that.” Tobias smoked.
“You mean you didn’t bribe these people to bid that high?” Migos asked.
“I didn’t bribe no fuckin body, Migos. Look at the fuckin crochet, and tell me if it’s worth lower than billions.” Tobias’s eyes rolled.
Migos went still.
“500!”
“650!”
“710!”
“900!”
“What the f(k!” Allison gasped, standing from her seat. “Why are they jumping? Geez! Money!”
“A Billion!”
“1.9B!”
“2.5!!”
And that was bid by a monarch from Cambodia.
“2.5!” He repeated.
That seems to be the highest bidder, and no one talked again.
Seraphina held her chest.
2.5 on her work? Gawddd…
But just when she thought everything was over, a voice broke the hall from the second balcony.
“9.9 Billion! I didn’t make it ten cos I’m the only one for Seraphina.”
The hall held it’s breaths.
Tobias was about to take another puff when he heard that, but his hand immediately stopped in front of his lips, eyes darkening.
Seraphina went still in the center of the hall too, cos she recognizes that damn unmistakable voice.
She does.
And she had a really quick remembrance of herself with this person in highschool, in his room.
He pricked her thumb with a pin, and he pricked his own thumb with a pin, too. Blood shot out of both thumbs.
Then she licked his blood from his thumb, and he licked hers too.
“It’s a covenant, that no matter what happens, we’ll always be together. You’ll always be mine.” He said.
“I’ll always be, no matter what. No matter how much you make me mad, so far you say you love me, I’ll be yours again. It’s a covenant.”
Then they hugged.
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The memory made Seraphina’s head snap in that center.
She looked up at the second balcony, meeting his green eyes.
“Vince….” She muttered.
TBC.
