WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 29&30
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The careful look on Skylar’s face slipped away, replaced by a disdainful one as she stepped back.
“An a$$hole would of course always be an asshole.”
El Crow’s hand went down. The bearings of his surrounding flooded back to him naturally.
He saw the stabbed woman first. She sat on the ground, clutching her stabbed bleeding arm while crying.
He shifted his gaze to Skylar who was glaring resentfully at him.
Then…next, his eyes shifted to his car. His f+king cherished car.
The headlights have been crushed into the bonnet by the pole, and his nameplate was now unrecognizable.
“Damn!” He rushed over to the car which was still spitting smokes like hell. “Of course Jethro’s business mixer night would be as ugly as his face. Damn!” He cussed again, resting his palms on the car.
“I’ve been cheated!!!!” The crying women’s voice penetrated the air sharply. “I did nothing wrong! I was only on my way to the grocery store when you attacked me!!!”
El Crow’s head turned almost robotically. His eyes were pitiless when he sighted her again.
He stepped closer to her.
“You’re the same person who killed at the piercers not long ago, and now you attacked me unjustly? What do you think the streets would say if they heard about this?” She paused her tears to look at her bleeding arm. “Because you’re rich, because your father is rich, you think you have the right to eliminate people anyhow?”
“Yes,” El Crow replied to her last statement darkly.
The woman went silent. And the way El Crow was looking at her like he wanted to gobble her up?
It scared her again.
He pulled out his wallet and dug out dollar notes and his business card, throwing them on the ground.
“Take the business card to any hospital in this city or any witch. You’d get treated for free. And the cash? Do whatever you want with it.”
The woman looked at him again, sniffling painfully before letting go of her bleeding arm.
She scrambled to gather the money. It was a lot of money.
She got up and walked over to Skylar who still stood wordlessly.
“Thanks for saving my life, Skylar.”
“It’s weird how everyone knows my name in this city.” She rolled eyes.
The woman stepped back, rushing down that road.
Without saying another word, Skylar began walking back to her bike.
“I didn’t know the cumslut had humane emotions. Saving a woman from my scissors death is new,”
Skylar stopped and turned on her boots, eyes flamed.
“The only reason I stopped you was because she wasn’t Marisa. You probably sniffed cocaine before driving, and that’s why you were hallucinating like a bitch.”
Not minding the smokes coming from his car body, he rested on it, legs and arms crossed as he gave her a stare.
She wore a cropped top again. KISS MY CUNT TO THE PINK PARK was written on the top this time.
And half of her tummy was left open, flaunting her navel ring.
“Nose ring. Navel ring. Where else has a ring on you? Your p-ssy?” He intentionally mentioned.
“I’d let you find out yourself, but, I don’t welcome mouths with stitches between my legs, cocaineboy.” She rolled eyes and got on her bike.
The smokes from his car had already parched her outfit. She got her perfume and sprayed herself to get rid of smokes before riding off.
The taunting smirk on El Crow’s lips cleared immediately, replaced by a cold look of realization.
He lifted his shoe to the car tyre, kicking it twice before driving his punch to the window.
It shattered, and fog formed on the car body as hot breaths escaped his nostrils to it.
Marisa.
She was the one he definitely saw.
She intentionally wore that dress, knowing it’d trigger him.
She intentionally did it.
To think that this witch is the same reason he can’t sleep on a bed that’s not elevated, and she’s still trying this hard to drive him crazier?
This won’t end well.
He opened the car door and picked his phone, a bottled water, and his pocket perfume bottle.
He stepped away from the car and sprayed himself to remove the smell of smoke. He nearly used all the perfume on his hair.
He washed the woman’s blood away from his palms, and then he dialled a Enigma Army.
He was already walking away from the road as the line connected.
“You have fifteen minutes.” He breathed in. “Get me another car and meet me at the road—ten minutes drive away from Enigma House.”
“I’ll be there sir,” The Army’s voice replied instantly.
—
[Mixer Hall]
The presence of everyone pressed the hall so deep the groans of the walls could almost be heard.
Every invited guests is present except Skylar and El Crow.
Marisa entered few minutes ago with her stewards, and she looked like the star of the mixer as the wealthy bankers and tycoon CEOs tried to get her special attention.
But her stewards did their jobs of not letting anyone get too close. Marisa stood elegantly at her table, smiling that usual soft, innocent smile as she exchanged few words with the men.
Satan didn’t come with Midnight. The invite mentioned strictly that she could only come with her daughters.
She stayed proudly at her table. No chance to even get close to Marisa since the woman was currently surrounded by men.
“Congratulations on your team win, Satan.” A CEO smiled at Satan.
“Thank you,” She offered.
“The city is looking forward to the first tournament, including me,” Another man said.
In no time, important people flanked Satan too, but still not as much as Marisa’s crowd.
Rosita and Roselle sat on the same table. While Rosita sipped her wine nonchalantly, Roselle wouldn’t stop hissing. While Rosita wore palazzo pants and blazer, Roselle wore a very tight condom dress.
Roselle hissed again.
“I swear if you hiss one more time…” Rosita faced her frostily.
“Why can’t I hiss?” Roselle bit out. “I can’t stand the way men are flanking Marisa. Look at them acting thirsty for her. You’d think she’s the one one in this stupid mixer!”
“Did we really sleep in the same womb?” Rosita shook her head. “You disgust the fuck out of me.”
“Well you disgust me too!” Roselle shot back bitterly.
At Arturo’s table, he was alone since he couldn’t come with Castle. His secret business people will never be found in this kind of mixer, so no one came to say hi genuinely.
All attention was on Marisa and sparsely on Satan.
He kept checking the time for when El Crow would arrive.
By Satan’s table, she kept checking the time too. When is Skylar going to really arrive here? She’s the one who’d introduce her to Marisa.
Why’s that bitch still absent?
At the second floor rails, stood Bellatrix. She watched the mixer Hall from there, getting impatient.
Why was El Crow not here?
She wore a blue Cinderella dress which dragged the floors like a bride’s, and her hair was perfectly curled, shaping her round face which had the cleanest makeup ever.
She craned her neck, getting impatient for his arrival.
And that was when Skylar entered.
Bellatrix blinked, taken by surprise. Fine, she knew Skylar would definitely come, but…
Her dress sense.
Everyone dresses corporately to business mixers, but not Skylar.
Is it her cropped top? Loose knee-level leather pants? Or the hairstyling and makeup.
She looked like abnormality in the middle of normals, and the fact that she wore tall boots plus her attractive tallness, she could pass for the hottest woman living right now.
Bellatrix smiled before knowing it.
Besides Skylar’s mean girl attitude and the rare beauty, the main thing that pulled her to Skylar was the way Skylar carried herself.
No competition.
No finesse to it.
She was always stunning.
Bellatrix rushed downstairs, and maids quickly held the tail of her gown so she wouldn’t fall.
She caught Skylar by the entrance.
“Hey, Girl!”
Skylar turned. “Oh, it’s the stitchmouth’s bride-to-be.”
“I swear to gawd, you’re so hot. I wish I could dress as freely as you and be an i-don’t-give-a-damn person like you,” Bellatrix gushed immediately.
“You’re cute and fluffy and all, but don’t catch feelings. I won’t f+k a girl,” Skylar said with a frown.
“Stop.” Bellatrix laughed.
“You really look like a bride in this dress of yours.” Skylar checked her out thoroughly again. “Maybe business mixer is just a lie. Maybe you’re getting married tonight.”
“This is really a business mixer, but…” Bellatrix smiled. “Dad is announcing my relationship with El tonight too.”
“Please tell me it’s real!” Skylar’s eyes brightened.
“I’m real!” Bellatrix blinked.
Skylar’s eyes scanned the hall, falling on the twins table.
They were already looking at her, and when her eyes caught Roselle, she imagined how she would burn tonight when the relationship announcement gets out.
“Someone’s dying tonight…” Skylar laughed evilly.
“What are you talking about?” Bellatrix blinked cutely again.
“Nevermind.” Skylar gave her a villainous squint. ” By the way, your boyfriend got into a little accident.”
“What!” Bellatrix gasped, horror filling her eyes. “No no! Not my…”
“Chill.” Skylar frowned. “Hell. You’re easy to get to. The asshole was in an accident, but he didn’t get hurt. Pretty sure he’s on his way here right now, lover girl.” She scoffed.
Bellatrix took a deep breath.
She followed her maids back upstairs, and Skylar took a turn to proceed walking inside.
Rosita walked up to her with two cups of champagne.
She offered one to Skylar.
Skylar took it, brought it to her lips like she’d drink, but she lowered it at the last minute and poured it on the floor while holding eyes with Rosita.
“You’d be daft if you think I’d take anything to my mouth from any of you Satan’s twins.” She glared.
“Guess what, bitch?” Rosita returned the acidic smile. “I never expected you to drink it, but the floor would thank you for quenching it’s thirst. By the way, thank you for telling me to spin during the match. That last move made me win, and you’re behind it.” She came closer.
“I don’t want your thanks either.” Skylar kept up the evil glare.
Rosita’s eyes went down to her body, checking her out.
“Cool outfit, and… I’m guessing you’re not wearing a bra, considering the fact that your nipples are poking your crop top right now.”
“So many cocaines in the world, but you still choose to sniff on my business.” Skylar’s glare sliced across as she walked away from Rosita.
Rosita turned to look at her again.
Skylar’s leather pants was low waist, showcasing the three bullets tattoo at her lower back—below her waist.
“She’s maddeningly hot. Her arrogance makes sense. I’d be unstoppable too if I had that body.” She muttered intentionally, knowing Roselle was close to her.
“Did you just admire that wench?” Roselle said beside her.
Of course she heard.
“You hate that I admire her?” Rosita faced Roselle. “There’s the wall. Go hit your head, hard.”
With that, she left her.
Roselle’s mouth became bitter. Not because of anything else, but because of Skylar’s presence in here.
Skylar’s stroll was straight and poised. She made it to Marisa’s table, and Marisa stood in recognition.
The men surrounding her took their gazes away from her, landing their eyes on Skylar too.
The lust in their expressions was undeniable. They stared darkly like they’d wanna f+k her there.
“Allow me the pleasure of introducing my other half to you. In person of Skylar Vox, the star fighter of Team Dread.” Marisa smiled.
Skylar smiled delightedly, looking at Marisa with more admiration as the wealthy men all raised a toast.
“To Skylar.”
They drank to her, and Marisa gave Skylar a warm motherly hug.
“Welcome, Tall Doll. You look insanely s+xy.”
“Thank you, Risa.” Skylar smiled wider, eyes thinning.
Marisa stroked her hair.
“Meet my Boss.” Skylar turned around to Satan’s table.
Satan came closer.
“Satan Osborne?” Marisa said with little to no regard.
“Great meeting you, and I hope we get to know each other better.” Satan stretched a welcoming hand.
Marisa took it slowly in a handshake.
Roselle boiled more.
Did Marisa just introduce Skylar as the best Dread Fighter?
Did the rich men just raise a toast to her? Did they all just stare at her?
At the top of the stairs, Bellatrix wasn’t alone anymore.
Jethro now stood beside her, but he looked distracted as he stared at just one thing in the hall.
Skylar.
He stared at her so hard. If staring could kill, Skylar would be dead now.
He didn’t stare with hate.
He stared like he was looking at something that already belonged to him. Like something he owned.
He saw her many times in the ring, but she didn’t look this hot.
Bellatrix kept panicking, hoping that El Crow would just come in.
Hoping he’s fine.
Hoping he won’t disappoint.
She bit her lip nervously, but a gasp left her when she saw him.
El Crow.
He was just arriving. Not in his suit anymore. Now he wore one of his loose jean pants and a white singlet plus the rugged-looking shoes.
He changed his mind in the last minute. After the Enigma Army brought another car for him, he requested for this new fit too cos he suddenly got tired of the suit.
He looked his usual carefree self as he entered the hall last.
“He’s here!” Bellatrix began rushing downstairs in joy.
As El Crow made his entry, his eyes found Marisa’s table.
Their eyes met.
She already changed clothes too.
She wasn’t wearing the turtlenecked dress anymore.
Their eyes spat venom at each other before she looked away from him with a silent smirk.
El Crow went to his father’s table.
“You came late!” Arturo scolded.
“So?” El Crow frowned. “Are they killing people who came late?”
Arturo hissed, and instantly, their table began getting filled too.
“El Crow?”
“I look forward to seeing you in the ring at the tournament!”
“You have no idea how impatient I am for the tournament cos of you.”
“Are you available to train me?”
El Crow couldn’t even answer any as the questions kept coming.
Arturo smiled proudly.
Look at these men, ignoring him since the start of this mixer, only for them to show up when his handsome son arrived. Bunch of idiots.
El Crow turned in the middle of the crowd, and for the first time since he entered the hall, he saw Skylar.
She sat on the same table as Marisa, drinking with the witch.
When their eyes clashed, Skylar gave him a sour face which he didn’t return cos of the irritation he felt.
This slut will never not make him hate her more.
Now she wasn’t just Marisa’s buttlicker. She’s also her puppet?
“El!” Bellatrix arrived at the ground floor, smiling large as she advanced with her maids carrying her dress.
El Crow’s brain switched.
Wait. He was supposed to be Bellatrix’s fake boyfriend.
He nearly forgot.
He snapped into boyfriend mood immediately, forcing a smile.
“Cutie!” He took her small hands, flashing her a grin.
“Are you ok?” She touched his neck, his face, his chest. “Skylar said you got into a little accident and—”
“I’m still complete.” He nodded, hoping she’d just stop touching him.
He was trying his best to not frown or shout at her or shove her.
“I’m glad.” Bellatrix stood on her toes despite her heels.
She kissed his cheek.
“What the!” Roselle gasped.
“Attention, everyone!” Jethro’s voice hit from the staircase.
Everyone looked up.
“As from tonight, El Crow, son of Arturo Acheron, belongs to my daughter Bellatrix Ortega. The Acheron family and my family are now bound by the mutual romantic relationship.” Jethro announced.
“And so shall it be!” Arturo added with a satisfied chuckle.
“No!!!!!” Roselle screamed crazily before she could stop herself.
—
[Montgomery Nurseries]
A small truck drove into the serene Nursery environment, drifting to a halt at the small park.
A caregiver climbed out first, then she lifted Eden out of the car too.
She didn’t drop her.
Instead, she carried her towards the dinning room of the nursery.
The appointment with the dentist took long today, reason why they were only just returning.
“You’ll go for your dinner first, then I’ll prepare your third bath.” The caregiver told her.
The little girl nodded.
She was taken into the busy dinning room where the other kids were.
The caregiver set her on a different chair, and her table was filled with sweet delicacies in swift minute.
Her teeth was still too delicate to eat real solid food cos of the ongoing dentist appointments, so most of the food was mashed but delicious.
Mashed potatoes. Slightly mashed pasta. Shredded soft chicken. Soft rice and veggies.
The caregiver left to go prepare her bathing water.
Eden tried to help herself with the food, but she couldn’t at all. She didn’t know the use of fork or spoons.
All her life at her Master’s cell, they made them eat on the ground, and they only used their hands.
She helplessly looked around the dinning, trying to study how the other kids used their spoons.
She held the spoon, but it fell from her, and she nearly began crying.
She got down from the chair and picked the spoon, but by the time she looked back up, her food was gone.
Every dish was gone.
Some kids stood in front of the table, looking at her like a rabied dog.
Eden didn’t need anyone to tell her they took her food.
They weren’t her age mates. They were seven to eight years of age.
“I don’t get why you get to eat varieties like a rich kid while all we get to eat daily is bland noodles!” One of them said accusingly.
“Anyways, the food is ours now.” They waved at her and rushed of the dinning with her good trays.
Eden held back her tears as pangs of hunger dealt with her stomach.
The worms sang
She wrapped her palm on the tiny pocket flute El Crow gave her.
Should she blow?
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[Dread House]
Whenever tournaments drew near, the houses were majorly empty at nights like this cos everyone visits the training lab for workouts.
The tournament wasn’t a one day thing. It takes three full days.
The first two days allows many scheduled fighters from both teams to enter the ring.
But the third day which is the last day would be the main deal where the best fighters would clash.
So… everyone practices in case they get picked for the first two days.
Renee peeped out of her room to make sure no one’s in the corridor before she stepped out.
But even with her sureness, she was still cautious, looking around like a thief till she arrived at the bathrooms.
Quincy said he needed a bath. She knew he’d be inside.
She opened the only bathroom with a running shower and squeezed herself inside like a rat.
Quincy was naked under the shower, but he didn’t look even the least shocked to see her.
“You don’t mind if I bath with you, right?” She began stripping.
“The water is cold though. I don’t bath with warm water like you.” Quincy shrugged sharply.
She didn’t say more.
She stripped the last of her clothes—the p+nties, then she stepped under the shower with him.
She faced him, and their hands did nothing but stayed by their sides as the water flowed on them.
“Can I bath with you more often from now?” She asked teasingly.
“Do whatever you like, Renee.” He poked her forehead.
“And can I return the favor?” She hushed seductively. “I mean…my ubderb👀b soreness is gone now, thanks to you. I could suck your d-+ck to appreciate. What are siblings for?”
“I don’t have a sore under d+k though.” His eyes turned twisted.
“Doesn’t matter, big brother.” She went on her knees, so easily.
Seeing the massiveness, she licked her lips, looking up at him.
“If any other girl got to handle this instead of me, I’d just die.”
She stuck out her tongue, licking the veins on the c-+k body till the crown.
She caressed her lips with the cap.
“Renee!” Quincy grunted, water from the shower entering his mouth.
“Our family gene is so good, giving you this size… You’re really my BIG, BIG brother.” She kissed the tip before shoving the whole length down her throat, at once.
Quincy held the walls, body freezing as his sister’s mouth honeyed him.
“Urg! Renee! F+k! Renee…”
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[Enigma House]
It’s the same here just like Dread House. First tournament was approaching, and everyone’s busy using the training lab to their advantage, but right now there’s a little ruckus in the balcony.
Enigmas surrounded a male and female who’re shouting at each other, disturbing the peace of the house.
“I declined! But what did you do? You went ahead and forced yourself!” The girl shouted at the guy’s face.
“I’m your boyfriend!” The guy pointed glaringly at himself. “Why would you even say no to me!”
“Because I was sick last night! I wasn’t in the f+kin mood!” The girl roared.
“Liar!” The guy accused, and the ruckus intensified again.
The other Enigmas had to start trying ending it, but nothing worked.
Lovato, Castle, Bishop and Kent appeared, just coming from the TL.
They broke into the middle.
“What’s going on?” Castle queried.
“Senior Castle, he forcefully penetrated me!” The girl cried, pointing at the boyfriend.
“Isn’t he your boyfriend?” Lovato chirped immediately.
“Boyfriend, yes, but I was tired, and I said no!” The girl sniffled.
“Why would you even say no to your boyfriend? He literally owns your body,” Lovato muttered.
Bishop and Castle immediately gave her shocked looks.
Even Kent looked at her somehow.
“I wasn’t expecting anything beneficial from you Lovato!” The girl shouted at her face. “I don’t care if you’re middle tier and I’m low tier. Do whatever you want to me but everyone knows you’re a very stupid male-centered bi+ch! A big pick-me!”
“What did you just….” Lovato gasped, eyes widening.
The girl left the balcony, and Lovato was fuming as she faced her guys.
“I’m killing that girl. I’m killing her, I swear to me!” She snapped.
“She wasn’t wrong though,” Castle muttered disappointedly and went in.
“What!” She swallowed.
“I don’t support you on this one, bestie.” Kent shook his head at her and went in too.
“Bishop.” Lovato faced him. “You’re on my side, right?”
“I’m convinced your frontal lobe has not even grown, Lovato,” Bishop muttered and left too.
Lovato’s arms dropped.
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[Dread House – Cleaners Crib]
Skylar had texted Quincy to come here for trainings tonight.
After c+mming in her sister’s throat twice in the bathroom, he dressed up with her too and led her here.
They held hands again.
“Why would that hot-tempered bi+ch tell you to come here for trainings?” Renee asked confusedly.
Before Quincy could reply, the blind cleaning woman emerged.
The siblings stopped.
“The cleaner?” Quincy sounded.
“Are y’all ready for tonight’s trainings?” The woman asked, her unblinking blind eyes so ominous.
“You’re training us?” Renee scoffed. “You?” She scoffed again.
The woman grabbed a long sparring stick lying on the floor.
“When I began training, you both were still unborn. Skylar specifically told me to train you first before she’d take over by heest. It’s advisable to keep shut and get ready.”
“What exactly is your connection with Skylar?” Quincy asked.
Instead of replying, the woman came for them with her stick.
Renee and Quincy exchanged glances, deciding to give her a chance.
They went for her too, and the trainings began extensively.
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[Mixer Hall – Washroom]
Roselle dabbed her face with water for the third time.
She had been partially paralyzed since the news of Bellatrix and El Crow’s relationship.
She had to come here to get a grip of herself, but it wasn’t working.
Bellatrix? Same girl she was planning to kill… she’s in a relationship with her soulmate El Crow?
All shades of unacceptable.
This can’t happen.
Satan barged into the washroom, and Roselle raised her back.
“What was that?” Satan’s scorching glare met her. “Why did you react like that after the announcement?”
“Because Jethro is our biggest team supporter!” Roselle lied. “Her daughter with El Crow means all his support would go to Team Enigma! Of course I’m pained!”
“I’m the boss of this team, and I’ll know how to handle it after this mixer. What I need you to do is gather yourself together and get back into that hall!” Satan order.
She left the room and slammed the door. Roselle slammed her own forehead crazily on the mirror.
—
In the main hall, it was getting darker, eerie, weird.
The guests were still mingling, exchanging info, secret intels, business cards and cracking jokes.
Jethro stayed where he stayed on top, watching everything.
Well…he was watching Skylar.
Her aura was enough to make his eyes glue to her, but at the same time, he needed to confirm the reports of his men about her and El Crow.
“Get Bella out of the hall stylishly, and set off the explosives. Especially the ones around Skylar and El Crow. While everyone escapes, let them get stuck inside somehow. I’d like to see how they get out,” He ordered.
“Yes sir!”
His men left to do what they were told, and Jethro let out a sigh.
He saw how they took Bellatrix away from El Crow, and he saw how his men surrounding the hall were signalling to each other secretly.
Two minutes later, Jethro left the railings and head out.
At the same time, the explosives went off. The sound was loud enough to deafen people. It started from the outside hall, and before it could get inside, the hall scattered.
Guests trying to get out.
Guards guarding their bosses.
Maids covering their madams.
The next one went off inside that hall, throwing people out of the hall and stealing the consciousness of some including Skylar and El Crow.
They both landed on the ground in the middle of the ruins with slight wounds to their elbows.
When they both got up, the fire was burning around them. It was taller than then, but somehow, the heat wasn’t even reaching them.
“Why would this even happen?” Skylar muttered, slowly.
“I’ve always known this Jethro guy would be my enemy. Why would an explosion happen at his mixer?” El Crow commented with a hiss.
But when they both noticed the fire wasn’t hurting them, they knew it meant only one thing…
“Inferno?” Skylar sounded.
Instantly, the entity walked out of the fire, wearing a black dragging cape which didn’t cover his head. His face was disfigured with scalds as if he has been burning all his life.
He had a large scorpion tail which was dragging the ground as he advanced. Fire burned aggressively on his shoulders.
“Now you appear even if we don’t set the fire?” Skylar snickered.
“Ew. Your face is highly disgusting,” El Crow spat out.
“Do me a favor and take my heartache away on the tournament day,” Skylar said.
“Why would I do that?” Inferno’s voice made the fire brighter.
“I’ll pay any price!” Skylar spat. “Just take it away during the match alone!”
“You’ll pay any price?” Inferno stopped in the middle of both.
“Why are you looking at me?” El Crow glared. “I’m not the one who asked you for a favor.”
“You both will have to pay the price together,” Inferno said.
“You must be drunk.” El Crow gave him a long unnerving grimace, sitting on a chair. “The heartache removal on the tournament day is to her advantage. Why should I contribute?”
“Cos your aliveness is the cause of her heartache, so your consent is needed too if I’m going to do her a favor,” Inferno cleared.
“You know we need this!” Skylar faced El Crow. “Our last time in the ring was pure cheating and boring cos we didn’t even spend five minutes in the ring before you defeated me cos of my heartache. Don’t you want a long fight where we get to ruin each other like motherfuckers and spend hours in the ring?” She breathed.
El Crow looked up.
“So what’s the deal?” He asked Inferno grimly.
“I have so many best foods, and your enemy is part of my foods. I mean…the hate between you both, and it has been fueling your heartache, you just didn’t notice.” Inferno faced Skylar.
“When you were saving the kid together, there was no heartache cos you weren’t thinking about your hate for him. You were thinking about saving the kid only.”
“When you were waiting for the blind woman to come and take the kid, there was no heartache cos you weren’t thinking of your hate too. You were thinking of when the blind woman would come.”
“When you trailed Bellatrix to the woods and saw him getting intimate with Roselle, you didn’t get the heartache cos you weren’t thinking of your hate. You were focused on seeing their sexual activity.”
“You mean we have to create a distraction in the ring that day that’d take our minds away from the hate?” Skylar caught on fast.
“There’s no better distraction than scents….” Inferno turned his back and merged with the fire again.
“I gave you the favor you asked. I’ll return to collect the price when it’s time.” His voice echoed against the fire till he became invisible.
“Scents?” El Crow wondered.
“He’s talking about getting used to each other’s scents so that when we enter the ring, we’ll focus on the scents instead of hate,” Skylar said. “There’s no better way to inhale body scents than a hug.”
El Crow laughed shortly, sounding highly amused and insane, his pearly whites glinting. “What gave you the assurance that I want to learn how you scent or even hug you? You’re the same slut who’s a puppet for Marisa!”
“You think I wanna hug or learn your scent too?” Skylar snarled. “I’d rather jump in a ocean than do those two, but I have no choice cos I want a fair match at the tournament!”
The fire still burned bright around them. The other guests outside must be trying to put out the fire to get them out right now.
“I’m. Not. Hugging. You.” He declared.
“Fine!” She smirked. “Then we’ll have our five minutes boring match where you’d defeat me cos of my heartache again! Cowering a+shole!”
With that, she faced the door.
Though, the door was currently burning down, but her healing ability won’t make the fire hurt her.
She angrily went for the door.
But she didn’t even get halfway when she was stopped by arms.
Large, veiny arms around her.
The arms curled around her from behind in a sudden back hug.
El Crow.
His fingers pressed against her naked tummy. His thumb grazed her navel ring unintentionally.
His head rested on her shoulder. He pressed his nose against her neck, sniffing her in deeply.
While he did that, Skylar inhaled his own scent from his hair.
Both their eyes went closed at the same time, and they maintained that position in the middle of the fire.
He smelled like rainfall—earthy, clean and freezing cold.
She smelled like black cherry—dark, smoky and hot.
Such contrast was rare. They kept inhaling, sniffling each other like blooming pheromones while their eyes remained closed.
The silence crackled with the fire, and their stomachs clenched around the fragrance of their scents.
“Hate to admit,” El Crow’s raspy voice came in a sudden whisper. “You smell insanely good, Skylaar Vox.”
TBC.
