Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 154
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[Hospital – Saint’s Ward]
The guards by the corridor made way immediately Tobias showed up with Jude behind him.
They cleared off the walls and bowed. Even the staffs from the Memorial Estates recognized him and took their bows respectfully.
The ward door was opened for him, and he stepped in carefully, meeting Saint awake, surprisingly.
“Toby!” Saint tried to sit up, but pains from his chest sent him back to bed. “Ahhhhhh!” He grabbed the chest.
“Wanna try again?” Tobias asked sarcastically as he sat beside him.
“You’re incapable of saying anything nice,” Saint groaned.
“Remember this pain for the rest of your life, Saint,” Tobias said harshly. “That’s what you get for not listening and deciding to move with my enemy’s son.”
Saint nodded.
“I’m sorry, I should have listened to you. I should have really listened…” He muttered weakly. “If anyone told me Tino would pull the trigger at anyone innocent, I’d have doubted it.”
Tobias’s phone buzzed alive, and he checked it out quick.
Baby: I’m currently sketching, can’t come over to your place, and you don’t have to come over cos I’ll be busy at night too.
Tobias read the text over, smirking deeper as he read each word. His palm moulded hotly around the phone. His body lost it’s calm.
He had texted her to come to his place for the night or him coming to hers, and this was her reply.
She’s busy sketching?
“Is that SarahNina?” Saint talked, bringing his head up.
“I know you know the right pronunciation, but of course your twisted mouth won’t say,” Tobias gave him a sharp glare.
“It’s really her?” Saint smiled. “You’ve been staring at your phone for minutes now. You? Gawd, I really need to meet this SarahNina.”
Tobias stood.
“You’ll be moved from this hospital to my place. You’ll receive whatever treatment over there.”
“Seriously?” Saint shouted. “You’ll let me stay at your sacred Oddsion? Gawd, I’m thankful for this gunshot.” He dramatically winced.
“Bexley Hart is outside, sir.” A guard announced by the door.
“Let her in!” Saint snapped, and instantly, the door bursted open.
Bexley and Dora came in at the same time, and Saint instantly cringed.
“I said Bexley!”
“Oh, you don’t wanna see me?” Dora smirked. “After you nearly killed me with the golf stick, you don’t wanna see me?”
Before she could cross over to Saint’s side, Tobias grabbed the metal drip stand, took the drip away and swung the stand at Dora’s tummy.
The force threw Dora’s body to the door, swinging her to the frame.
The glass cracked and shattered as she fell on the entrance, and the pieces rained on her.
She bled out, groaning with twisted elbow and three dislocated fingers.
Bexley’s eyes widened, and she slid beside Saint’s bed fearfully.
Tobias dropped the drip stand and remounted the drip on it, then he adjusted his coat on his shoulder before facing Dora who’s on the floor.
“Toby! She’s the one who was sneaking into my mansion!” Saint quickly said, adding fuel to the fire. “She’s the Redd family lunatic!”
Dora bled bubbles of blood from the mouth and nose, unable to speak as she wriggled on the floor.
“You’re not on the list of people I wanna kill in your family yet, but if you’re caught anywhere around Saint from now on, then you’ll secure your place on top of the list.” Tobias said, kicking Dora’s body out.
He walked over the body too as he left the ward, carrying his aura.
As the ward door closed, Bexley released her breaths.
“Fûck! He’s brutal!” She muttered, looking at Dora’s blood on the floor.
“Of course he is,” Saint smiled. “I’m my brother’s pet, so it’s normal to be brutal to my stalkers.”
“Don’t even start,” Bexley folded her arms. “What the fûck is wrong with the guards? They didn’t even let me enter! I spent a full day standing in the hallway!” She complained.
“I was shot, Bexley. Of course they have to be cautious…” He frowned.
She sighed…
“How’re you doing, by the way? You good? It must be painful.”
“It still hurts, but at least I’m not dead,” he smiled.
“So what’s gonna happen to Tino? He can’t do this and go scot-free.” She said.
“I guess I’ll have to wait for what Toby has in store for him,” Saint leaned back. “At this point, I don’t care about it.”
“I still can’t believe I’m the one who should he shot, but you took it….” She sat.
“Don’t overthink it, Bexley…” He nodded. “It happened in my turf, it was my responsibility to protect you, so I did.”
“Of course,” she gave him a lopsided smile.
“You?” He asked. “How’s your wounds doing?”
She stood, lifted her top from her belly and showed him.
Minimal spots and scars now.
“It’s clearing fast, thanks to your illegal trauma kit.” She said.
“Thanks to me,” he winked.
“You arrogant fûck!” She laughed, and he joined in shortly, pulling her to sit beside himself.
She did, and he rested his head on her chest while she stroked.
Outside, Tobias hopped back into the car with Jude, still staring at the last message from Seraphina. His eyes refused to leave the screen as if the message is the only thing tethering him to staying in one piece.
Now he’s the one pinning for attention, and she’s making it scarce.
He’d invade her space and make her talk to him forcefully, but he doesn’t wanna force her to do anything.
Freewill is a gift he wants her to have abundantly like a queen that she is, but she has no right to shut him out.
At all.
“You want me to do anything, Firstie?” Jude asked.
“Tomorrow at dusk…” Tobias said.
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