WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 59&60
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Gods of Death Duet-Book One
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Their eyes stuck again as that statement hung in the air between them, floating and drifting across their skins like air.
For the first time , El Crow noticed her eyeballs were just as dark as her hair.
His fingers scratched the sand at the other side again… secretly.
Skylar’s throat tightened again.
This time, it did a little bobbing before she realized it was dry.
Her throat itched with dryness.
That was what pulled her eyes away from him, looking ahead again.
El Crow did the same, clearing his throat and tapping the sand. His fingers held handful of sand now.
The stars reflected on the river surface, carrying across the stillness as if entertaining them. Silence spread in the atmosphere as if someone around was mourning.
El Crow got his earpod out of his pocket, inserting one in his ear. He wanted to insert the other one too, but he looked at her.
When she felt his eyes on herself, she was tempted to look at him too.
“You expect me to share earbuds with you?” She made faces.
“I knew you’d have nothing not stupid to say.” He glared and lifted the second earpod to his ear too.
But she snatched it before he could wear it, and she wore it quick.
Afterwards, she faced the distance once again. El Crow looked at her, smiling a bit before raising his knees up, resting his chin on it.
The song playing is ‘Moth to a Flame’ again. Their music shop song.
The same song they listened for for seven hours that day.
It’s safe to say they both know it word for word, but none of them sang. They just listened to it playing while staring at the still river.
Since their enmity started, this was the first time they actually stayed in the same place for long without bickering too much.
This was the second time they experienced the song together. This was the first time they experienced the Mississippi river breeze together in pure, peaceful silence.
It felt golden.
It felt new.
It felt raw and cold.
But they didn’t complain.
Each had their own thoughts and worries in their minds.
El Crow’s mind is clouded with the news he received from his father earlier about the difference between Apex and Null and ApexPlus. He wondered where Skylar was really taken from.
And he couldn’t wait to find out.
As for Skylar, she wondered where the ApexPlus might be. She wondered when she’d finally be back home. And she wondered what El Crow was thinking at the moment.
This was the second time she’d find herself wanting to know what he’s thinking. Hope it doesn’t become an habit cos she’d hate it.
El Crow stood first. At past 1am, he stood and dusted his pants slightly.
“You can have the riverside to yourself now. It’s all yours,” he said without waiting for a reply.
He walked away.
Skylar stopped herself from looking back. She tried by keeping her eyes on the distance as usual, but she couldn’t do that.
She failed.
She turned around eventually. He’s almost out of sight, but she still saw his back view as he walked.
She has heard her fellow Dread members laughing at his walking style before. Everyone says El Crow walks like he’s heavy—like he’s going to fight someone, always.
Now that she looks at it, it’s true.
And for the first time tonight too, she noticed the tattoo on his leg.
His right leg.
There’s a big dark knot tattoo there, stretching to his ankles.
She shadowed her eyes, cos she has knot tattoos on her back too.
As she watched him disappear into the distance, a pinch of smile touched her lips before she knew it.
And the Bluetooth disconnected. The earbud stopped playing.
She removed it from her ear and then took his blazer that he dropped on her laps.
She hadn’t worn it.
She remained at that riverside and just covered her legs with the blazer.
His blazer.
—
[Jethro’s House]
Jethro was still in his living room when El Crow entered the house.
At first, he wanted to ignore him.
He took few steps across the living room, pretending he didn’t see him.
But Jethro wasn’t one to accept defiance.
“Where I’m from, son-in-laws respect their father-in-laws,” he said. “You habitial bastard. You have nothing except your good-looking face to shove around. I wonder why Bella had to fall for someone like you.”
El Crow stopped, looking back over his shoulder with drunk-like eyes.
“At least, you admitted that I’m good-looking. That’s enough. Goodnight, father-in-law.” He gave him a fake smile and proceeded.
“Are you going to be fighting at the second tournament?” Jethro asked.
El Crow stopped again, obviously stressed by his questions.
“If I don’t enter that ring for my team, who else would enter?”
“You were beaten by my wife at the first tournament. Don’t get cocky to my face.” Jethro chuckled, elbows on his knees.
Under his glasses, his eyes looked like they were spitting flames.
He didn’t even have to try.
“Your wife?” El Crow repeated.
Somehow, that word irritated the fuck out of him. The word wife and Bellatrix’s perfume, she hadn’t decided which was uglier.
His eyes changed.
“She defeated me not because I was weak, but because of something else I won’t stand here and tell you.” He glared. “Go to bed, Jethro.”
With that, he walked inside.
“Yeah, losers will always have stacks of excuses in their hands! Just like you!” Jethro laughed after him.
Jethro’s laughter was still echoing behind as El Crow entered the bedroom, and what he met inside even made him regret coming here tonight more than ever.
Bellatrix.
In bed.
Wearing a flower print lingerie and smiling, thinking she’s some sexy goddess or so.
His stomach turned, and the fragrance of her perfume hit him face-first. She must have bathed with it for it to be this strong.
He plugged his nose with his fingers, staying still. He immediately wished he hadn’t returned from the riverside. He wished he had stayed there. Now, father and daughter are competing on who could get on his nerves more.
But for the sake of his mission in this house, he wouldn’t mess up.
He would pretend to be fine.
“Hey…baby.” Bellatrix’s smile widened as she shifted to the edge of the bed, caressing her laps. “C’mon…I prepared all of this for you…”
El Crow lowered his hand from his nose, holding his breaths for a while to stabilize himself before moving to her, smiling handsomely.
He’s not good at fakery, but he excels at anything he puts his mind on, so he just climbed the bed with her.
She shut her eyes as his mouth landed on her skin, kissing her shoulders, lining her throat with his lips, breathing her in though it made him sick. He still did it.
She took his hand and brought it between her legs. “Touch me here…I’m ready now.”
He lifted his head slowly, cupping her face in his palms…. “Why are you obsessed with flowers?”
“Because they smell good, and they remind me of when I was a kid…Ioved being a kid,” she whispered, wanting to kiss his mouth, but he placed a finger on her lips.
“El….” She whined.
“So…you love kids?” He asked.
“Of course!” She blinked. “In the future, I want to have like ten kids with you so we’d surround the house with them!” She giggled.
El Crow took his finger away from her lips. “I assume you’d hate it if you see a kid getting maltreated.”
Bellatrix gulped at this sentence, and El Crow noticed that.
“Bella?” He called.
“Yes?” She looked up. “Em… ..yes… I can’t stand kids getting maltreated or getting hungry. That’s why I bake cake every week with the help of the maids, and I take them to orphanages to feed the kids. I love giving them cakes. Tommorow night is another cake baking day. You can join me and I’ll introduce you as my husband to the orphanage kids.”
El Crow nodded immediately. Now this is getting more interesting.
This is gradually working.
She gives cakes to kids. Does that mean she also gives it to the kids Jethro is hiding in this house? He’d find that out.
“C’mon…” Bellatrix rubbed his neck affectionately. “Kiss me…”
El Crow got down from the bed and took off his black singlet.
Her chest constricted when she saw him bare for the first time in this house. She instantly wanted to touch, but she couldn’t even move.
The view had her on a chokehold she had to start struggling to breathe, especially his tattoos and waist.
Goddamn. He had the most defined waist she’d ever seen, constructed perfectly by his glistening six packs.
“You’re so sexy…” She blushed cutely.
“I’ll be back.” El Crow blew her a kiss before going for the bathroom.
“You were wearing a blazer earlier. You didn’t come back with it!” She suddenly noticed.
“I forgot it at Enigma House,” he answered before going out of sight.
He entered the bathroom with his mind working faster than a clock.
As he opened the shower on himself, he felt his muscles calming.
Tommorow, the hunt starts. If he can find out the location of the kids in this house through Bellatrix, then Skylaar should be able to find out the location of Jethro’s lab.
At the thought of her name, his cock sprang to life. He quickly increased the flow of the water, pressing the cold button.
But it wasn’t enough to calm his length. He had to start stroking it by himself again, but this time, stroking didn’t work.
It was beyond stroking for the monster.
The hardness was painful he held it so tight, his stomach clenching.
He gritted his teeth as the pains seared through him mercilessly. It was so unbearable he had to lean on the wall, groaning.
Now this is insane than the soul-bond with Roselle. This pain.
He looked down at his poking có+k and held it again. “Skylaar…” He grunted, stroking up and down, giving himself the handjob to test the calmness.
It barely worked,but he kept doing it, kept stroking.
“Skylaar…” He grunted again, still stroking, still pumping.
It got better, surprisingly.
“Skylaar…” “Skylaar….”
He kept chanting as he stroked, and surprisingly, it got better and better till the hardness subsided.
It didn’t go down, but it reduced.
With harsh breaths, he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his taut waist before leaving the bathroom.
Bellatrix was already asleep before he arrived at the bedroom.
Very good.
He picked his phone and entered the closet, dialling a line saved as Anonymous Hospital.
The line connected almost immediately, and a face appeared on screen. It’s a video call.
“Hey, piccola.” He gave a very slanted but genuine smile.
Eden’s nose has pipes running through it, and several tubes on her chest and wrist too like she’s in a very critical condition.
“Bro…ther…” She muttered.
“This won’t take long, I promise you. When you were at your Master’s place, did a girl bring cakes to you and the other kids weekly?”
Eden’s eyes closed weakly, then it opened slightly again.
“Ye…ah…she always wore… clothes with…flowery patterns like…like…”
She coughed softly.
“Easy, piccola…easy…” He encouraged.
“Like a Cinderella…she always wore… beautiful flowery….dresses…”
El Crow inhaled.
“Thank you, Eden.”
The call ended, and El Crow looked up, face zeroing.
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At the living room, Jethro still sat like a king with no plans to even sleep this night. He doesn’t even want to see his bed right now.
Too many things in mind.
The lost lead.
The five minutes lost footage from the cameras of this house.
His limited time in this body.
Being alive for 2000 years isn’t a simple process. It took every ounce of strategy he could conjure.
He’s always jumping from one body to another. This current body of his is the 99th body he’d be using, and this body is getting old. He’d have to jump into another body very soon.
But he made a plan to find the ApexPlus and regain his powers in this body cos this is the body that gave him his daughter Bellatrix.
He got married to her mother in this body and impregnated her in this body too. This body made him become a father to Bellatrix.
He’s not leaving this body without getting those powers back.
A staff entered the room.
“Sir, it has been confirmed that Ayana is in the city. You’re scheduled to go see him tomorrow morning as early as 5AM. The blind staff said she’s the only way to meet the ruler of Aftermoor.” He reported.
Before Jethro could provide an answer, Skylar entered the house, looking drunk and definitely drunk. After leaving the riverside, she had stopped by a bar for a drink, making sure she was drunk before she head back to this place.
“Heyy…it’s my Jet!” She laughed, staggering forward to him.
She fell on his laps.
He quickly held her down, smelling alcohol from her immediately.
“You drank, Love…”
Skylar blinked her eyes, holding his face tightly. “I’m drunk on your love. You won’t understand!”
Jethro grinned.
“You’re interesting normally, but you’re even more interesting when you’re drunk…”
“I’ll be even more more more more interesting when I find my family!” She took her palms off his face. “But what’s your use? Marisa once said you’d help me find my family once I got married to you, but look…. you’re just there. Nothing beneficial.”
She fell back on him, raising her legs to the table. “What’s the use of bearing Mrs. Skylar Ortega if I have nothing to show for it…Jet…”
Jethro turned her around, making her face him again. “You want your family?”
“Yes!” She rolled eyes. “And…I also want the ApexPlus!”
“You do not talk about wanting another man to my face!” Jethro grabbed her by the neck suddenly.
“Aww!” She grinned. “You’re so possessive! I might just faint.”
“Go to bed. Your microscope is ready. By tommorow morning, you’ll start your torture session on Roy…” Jethro said eventually, letting go of her neck.
“When am I gonna start following you to your business meetings as your wife?” She blinked, standing from his laps. “Huh?” She widened her arms. “Your businesses need to know me as your new wife! And I heard it was your former wife who designed this house with the animalistic stuffs. I don’t like animalistic, I like knots and…bonds and moths…you should design this house to my taste too! I have the right to get possessive too!” She blinked.
Jethro stood and carried her in his arms.
She splayed herself, laughing as he began walking inside.
“Seriously..when do you have the lightest schedule this week? I’ll plan us a date for that day. I don’t like you,but you’re my husband, and I wanna spend a day with you before the second tournament.”
Jethro sighed.
“I’ll ask my staffs to check my schedule tomorrow and tell you when I’ll be free to leave the house. Now, go to bed.” He entered the bedroom and lay her down slowly.
He made to start taking off her clothes, but she held his hand. “What?
“You don’t sleep with clothes on,” he reminded her.
“Yeah, but when I get drunk like this…” She pouted. “I have no problem sleeping with clothes on when I’m drunk. Goodnight, hubby…” She waved at him and blew him a kiss before sneaking under her duvet.
Jethro pocketed his hands and laughed wickedly as he walked out of the room, nodding a few times.
Skylar slowly opened her eyes.
She might be drunk, but she’s still sane enough to know the rules of the game she’s playing with a man like him.
Once she choose a date for their couples date and she drags him out of the house, she’d be able to hold him down outside while El Crow searches the house. Hope this plan works.
She dragged herself away from the bed and snuck into the bathroom for a bath.
The moment she stepped under the shower and the water touched her, she remembered the boat. The boat on the river.
Her back on the ground.
His mouth… again.
Her body tensed, and the drunkenness flew away immediately.
She bit into her lip till she bled as the horniness messed with her.
“Fuck…” She squatted. “I’m ovulating…I’m ovu….” She bit her lip deeper, bleeding more. “I need something. Anything at all…”
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[Dawn – Acheron Family Hospital]
Bishop later got stable during the night. Though, he ran a high temperature at some point, but thanks to the doctors and Blade and Kent who stood with him.
He got stable again.
Now, his monitor was beeping softly, following his steady heartbeats as he lay in bed unconscious.
Arturo kept calling throughout the night to ask about his well-being.
Even El Crow called too.
Castle also called once.
But Lovato’s presence was scarce. No calls, no text. No appearance.
When Blade woke up on the other bed, he met Kent up already. Kent stood by the door, quietly.
“Kent?” He sat up.
“Sup, bro?” Kent said.
“You still haven’t told me what’s up with you, bro.” Blade stood. “You know you can talk to me, right?”
Kent nearly opened his mouth to talk, but that was when Lovato and Castle entered the ward.
“Good morning here!” Lovato shouted, beaming.
“How’s he doing?” Castle asked Blade. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come since last night. I was supervising the trainings alongside boss.”
“That’s understandable.” Blade nodded. “We understand you’re genuinely busy, but Lovato, are you serious?” He faced her. “Bishop is literally in this position cos of you, and not even a single call to check on him! You should be the one here, looking after him!” Blade shouted.
“But I’m here now.” Lovato blinked. “Why are you acting like I’m the only who directly shot him? Not like I asked him to pass me his gun!”
“What!” Kent sounded.
“Yes, bestie! Bishop does things without me asking! Everyone in this team knows Bishop has a huge crush on me and he literally tries to force his crush on me!”
And that was replied by a angry slap from Blade to Lovato’s face.
“How dare you mock him with his feelings! How could you say that!”
Lovato returned the slap immediately, breathing hard as her fingers hit Blade’s cheek.
“I know the secret you’re keeping from the whole team, Blade. Stop provoking me and leave me alone if you still value your career!”
Blade’s eyes widened.
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[Jethro’s House]
As early as 5am, Jethro was out of the house as planned.
Ayana is the only witch in this city who has connections with Aftermoor and Inferno, so the drive to her place started early with his staffs.
It was his exit that woke Bellatrix.
She gathered the maids, and they started baking the orphanage giant cake while she just supervised.
At 5:30, the flour was flour mixture was ready, and as the maids prepared to move to the next part, Bellatrix got a juice glass and left the kitchen and went to the living room.
She planned to watch a show, but she came across Skylar instead.
Skylar was on her way to the kitchen too—to get some water.
“Bad girl!” Bellatrix beamed.
“Hey,” Skylar forced a smile. “Morning. I’m just gonna get a cup of water and go back to sleep.”
“I saw my husband’s body for the first time last night!” Bellatrix gushed. “He’s like divinity. He’s so hot. I’ve never seen such sexiness before!”
Skylar stopped, and the irritation flooded across her chest immediately.
“I just hope when you finally decide to date, you’ll find a man as hot as him. He’s unusual and rare!” Bellatrix continued childishly.
“Young Miss! The second part is ready!” The maids announced.
Bellatrix rushed into the kitchen, and Skylar immediately gave up on the water. Anger and something else darker made her eyes turn.
She twisted and returned inside, but not to her own bedroom.
This time, it was to El Crow and Bellatrix’s bedroom.
She literally threw the door open.
El Crow was just returning from the bathroom where he went to brush.
Seeing her, his brows rolled. “Skylaar?”
Her hand shot forward to his chest, giving him a firm push. He didn’t even shake, so she used both hands to give him the hardest push, but as usual, he didn’t fall alone.
He pulled her along, and as he fell on his back to the bed, she straddled him and began pulling down his joggers.
“What happened to hello?” El Crow’s lips bent cruelly.
“I came here to suck your dick, not say a damn hello….” She hissed, dragging his joggers down.
At the same time, El Crow pulled down her short skirt.
“If you’re going to have fun, I won’t be left out…”
She didn’t argue.
They positioned themselves.
He lay flat, and she knelt on his face.
Like that, her pussy was with him, and his có+vk was with her.
A freaking 69 position.
Immediately his mouth captured her pinkish h+rny cû+nt completely, her mouth wrapped around his big cap.
…
Meanwhile….in the kitchen, an unintentional chaos was going on.
Bellatrix was swinging her arm cos she mistakenly got burnt by the hot baker, and the maids all looked deathly terrified. The staffs called Jethro’s line instantly.
“Sir, Young Miss got burnt by the baker!” They reported with urgency.
And almost immediately,…
“Turn the car around!” Jethro shouted at his driver.” Go back home! Turn the car around!”
TBC.
