Wicked God - S01 E20

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Wicked God - S01 E20

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

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[Jethro Ortega’s House]

It was breakfast time.

It came late as Jethro would be home all day today with his daughter.

The maids set the table with the intercontinental meals, and Jethro was led in with his guards.

They stayed back though, so he sat alone and looked up.

“Where’s Bella?”

Bellatrix came down, beaming as usual in her shorts and cropped shirt. She gave Jethro a cheek kiss.

“Good morning, Dad.”

“You get prettier everyday, bambolina.” Jethro said fondly.

“You know I love you too, Dad,” She smiled widely as they both dug into the food at the same time.

“The banquet went as smoothly as you expected,” she mentioned smoothly. “As you suspected, she asked questions. I twisted the story like you wanted and told her Apex were the slaves,” She narrated.

“Good.” Jethro nodded.

“But why?” Bellatrix frowned. “Why are we lying? I actually like the girl. After El Crow, she’s my second favorite fighter in this city.”

“Hmm,” Jethro glanced suspiciously at her. “Last time I checked, she was your favorite fighter, but now it’s El Crow?”

Bellatrix dropped her cutleries.

“I saw him in person for the first time last night, and…he’s interesting. He’s handsome and…he’s a psycho, and…I think I fell for him at first sight.”

“This is the first time you liked a guy, Bella. It’s very sensitive for me.” Jethro dropped his fork.

“I don’t need you to step in though,” she quickly added. “I’ll do this my own way, trust me.”

“You sure?” Jethro’s mouth tightened.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “As a matter of fact, I’m going to visit Enigma House later today just to see him.”

“Take enough guards with you,” Jethro instructed, standing.

“Of course,” she smiled. “So why did you tell me to lie to my favorite girl about her Apex blood?”

“That’s not a topic for now, bambolina,” Jethro responded, stroking her hair gently before leaving the dinning.

His guards followed him, and one of them handed a tab to him.

On it, the city news floated.

El Crow killed three men from the piercers association an hour ago, and the city is ready to chew him and his team up at the next match.

“He had to go kill before the next important match?” Jethro sighed. “Seems Team Dread will be winning the next match after all. Send my bet money to Dread House right now. Make it half a billion on Rosita.”

“Yes, sir.” A guard rushed off.

Another guard opened the door to a different dimension in the house, and Jethro stepped inside.

Here, the walls were lower, roof also low, and the floors weren’t marble, they were cemented.

The cries of little kids echoed distantly through the concrete.

“One of the kids messed up today, sir. Not only did she fail to sell her maltesers and chocolates. She also came back late. She has been gummed to the wall. We’re awaiting your order to know if we’ll wear her the shock collar,” The guard said.

Jethro didn’t respond. His eyes and mouth stayed clutched till the door closed after them.

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[Marisa Cesar’s Manor]

The new piano arrived already at some minutes ago.

Marisa had been standing in front of it, running her fingers over the black keys without pressing them.

Her lashes covered her eyes completely, and her surroundings were as cold her her own skin.

It was like she’s currently baptizing the piano with her presence.

“Ma!” The male steward rushed in.

Marisa turned fluidly.

“News on the streets is that El Crow killed three men, and the streets is pissed. Team Enigma is undergoing public disapproval for the first time!”

Marisa turned back to the piano blankly, finally pressing a key.

The sound rang around the manor like a warning.

“I haven’t even started my own revenge, and Arturo’s team is already on fire? What’s gonna happen when I start mine?” She whispered.

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[Dread House – Satan’s Office]

The caged bird in the office was chirping and flying around it’s small cage happily, the sounds low.

Roselle sat on a chair, legs crossed. A doctor just finished working on her mouth, so she felt better.

Satan stood by the walls, staring deeply at the hung pictures while caressing her bird-shaped wristwatch.

Midnight stood by the door.

Skylar came in, looking ready for whatever would come, and Roselle’s face twisted with malice.

“What did you come back with at Marisa’s banquet?” Satan asked.

“El Crow ruined the banquet, so it ended abruptly. I didn’t get to speak one-on-one with Ma,” Skylar said.

“But Roselle said you talked with Marisa for nearly an hour, and you even poisoned the other girls mind against her, so they ignored her,” Satan said, already walking to her.

“If you know you’re going to believe your daughter’s lies over my words everytime, why bother call me?” Skylar sneered at the woman.

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Midnight crossed over, aiming to hit her in the face, but Skylar raised Marisa’s manor card up fast.

“I got this from her when we talked, and she told me to report every mistreatment from y’all to her. If you’re still interested in getting connected to Ma, then drop that hand, Midnight.”

Roselle spranged up.

“How is this possible?!”

Midnight’s hand went down, and Skylar left the office.

“You’re really gonna let her go?” Midnight asked, displeased.

Satan took her seat, slowly.

“Have you forgotten she’s the bargaining chip between Marisa and us?” She looked up. “For now, we let her feel like she’s in control.”

Midnight exhaled, and Satan faced Roselle. “What exactly happened to your mouth?”

“I probably ate something bad at the banquet!” Roselle shrugged.

Satan reclined, and a Dread Army entered breathlessly.

“Boss! Words on the street is that El Crow killed three men in the open, and now the streets is against them!”

“Another good news,” Satan smiled briefly, looking at the wall.

“The winner of the next match is obvious,” Midnight said.

Roselle’s palms folded.

El Crow is in trouble.

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Skylar came across Quincy and Renee immediately she stepped out of the office. They’d been waiting for her.

She walked past, and they followed.

“What lies did Roselle tell this time?” Quincy asked.

“First!” Skylar faced him swiftly. “Stop calling me Long Legs, or I’ll really, really kill you.”

“Who are you killing?!” Renee got in her face protectively.

Quincy laughed, taking Renee’s hand and interlocking their fingers.

Skylar snickered, and they continued their walk in the hallway.

“I haven’t seen Roy’s face around, it’s such a blessing!” Renee grinned.

“You expect him to show his face after barking like a dog?” Quincy grinned with her.

Rosita walked past them in her training gear and braided hair, obviously going for additional trainings at the training lab in preparation for the next match.

“I can’t wait for the next match. We’re beating Team Enigma,” Quincy said.

“And what’s the source of your confidence?” Skylar grimaced.

“You didn’t hear?” Renee blinked. “El Crow killed in public, and now the streets is mad at his team.”

Skylar paused.

“Wait…. seriously???”

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[Enigma House – Arturo Office]

Fuming wouldn’t start to narrate what Arturo was presently feeling.

He was boiling, parading his office with his hand in his hair. All windows were open, but even the fresh outside air didn’t sooth him.

He looked disarrayed and restless all alone, till El Crow entered the office.

“What did you do? B….”

He nearly called his name, but he restrained himself and took a deep breath before trying again.

“El, Why would you publicly kill three people!”

“Correction, they were two…” El Crow sat on the desk as he talked. “I burnt one for touching a kid, and the other one….how did I kill him again?” He caressed his lips with his thumb.

“Oh I remember. I cut his fingers and ate one. It was bitter so I spat it away and stabbed his ears five times.”

“I didn’t ask for details you wanker!!” Arturo yelled. “And you killed three people, don’t lie to me. The third one was shot on his butt and his neck was crushed with something!”

“I killed two people,” El Crow insisted. “The third one? I really shot his arse but I didn’t press his neck.”

“But he still died!!” Arturo yelled again. “And the rest of them? You broke their bones and hospitalized them! You had to go do this when the next match is in three days?”

El Crow got down from the desk, face pulled darkly.

“Now you’re making me regret not killing all of them. One of them touched a kid and the rest supported him! I lost my damn shit!”

“You could have controlled your temper, or you could have ignored them! When did you become a human rights activist you psycho! Are you trying to ruin me? What’s going to happen to my businesses when my associates find out my son kills people in broad daylight!!”

“A kid …” El Crow threw his head back. “Was touched…” He threw his head forward, stroking his jaw. “INAPPROPRIATELY!!!!” He yelled at Arturo’s face like a bomb.

Arturo went still.

“And you stand here, telling me I should have ignored?” He laughed shortly, seizing it fast and snapping back to his blank look. “Of course you’d say that. You’re the same person who ignored your wife’s brain sickness completely till she tried to kill me that night! Fuck you!”

“El!” Arturo tried to catch him, but he was already out of the office.

“El!!” Arturo shouted, falling back to his chair with fallen arms.

“God,” he banged his fist on the desk.

Outside, immediately El Crow came out of the office, none of the guys bothered to talk to him.

His mood was terrible, so they just let him go. He got in his car at the park and drove off speedily.

“Yet, another father-son clash.” Kent leaned on the front pillar.

“He gets angry too easily I don’t blame Boss Arturo for losing his shit with him sometimes.” Blade said.

“Heard the men were trying to rape a young girl. They deserved death.” Lovato hissed.

“They do, but the streets don’t care about that,” Bishop answered, trying to take a little tissue away from her hair, but Castle was faster.

Castle took it away, and Lovato smiled at him, holding his arm.

“I’m going to see Boss Arturo and try to calm him down,” Castle said.

“I’ll follow you!” She offered.

“No,” Castle sternly replied, plucking her grip away.

He left for the office, and Lovato pouted childishly.

“You better get into trainings, Blade.” Kent faced him. “The streets isn’t with us this time, we have to win on our own. You have to win for us.”

“For real,” Bishop added.

“I know,” Blade pocketed his phone and rushed down.

Bishop and Kent followed him, but Lovato stayed still on that pavement, touching her hair and reminiscing about how Castle touched it earlier.

She was blushing.

When Bishop looked back to see her like that, his heart sank.

“Vato!” Kent called after her.

Lovato rushed down to join them eventually, still blushing.

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[Deep Woods]

Apart from Fighting, Camping, Horse riding, El Crow loved Hunting too.

Hunting alone in the wild.

That was what he opted for after leaving his father’s office in anger.

Thankfully, his hunting gun was in the car, so it was all settled.

Hunting calmed him.

Chasing after huge games and shooting down animals.

He wasn’t a poacher. He obtained his hunting license since young.

An obsessed hunter.

He has been roaming the woods for few minutes now, gun strapped over his shoulder as he searched.

He only hunted in the mornings, and this was nearly dusk. Not a good time for hunting cos he’d surely not get any animal to bullet down.

But maybe he just wanted to walk.

And at the same time, he pondered about the third dead man.

He shot his butt, but he’s sure he didn’t die.

Must have been Skylar who pressed his neck with something.

That shitface sure knew how to buy his rage, and now her punishment just piled up. He’ll be endlessly cruel with his revenge on her.

His head stung in many places when his thoughts suddenly got punctured by a face he didn’t want to see.

Roselle’s.

Roselle’s face appeared in his head without his permission, and he just knew the damn soul bond was about to play tricks on him again.

But it was stronger this time.

Initially, it came in waves—the next wave came stronger than the last, but this time, it all descended on him at once, and his body reacted rawly.

He never got hard without his own permission all his life.

But it happened right there. His curvy co”k stretched inside his pants, and fireworks exploded in his head.

He saw Roselle again, and the worse? She was in this same woods.

Roselle was inside!

She stepped out from behind the shrubs she was hiding in, and she looked just as affected as him.

After leaving her mother’s office earlier, she actually watched for any sign of him at Enigma House.

When she saw him driving off, she had followed, and here she was.

Merely seeing her, El Crow’s condition worsened. Sweat covered him, and his horniness grew.

.

It was like a wolf in rut.

A cat in heat.

He lost control totally.

His eyes gleamed, and he lunged for her. Roselle did the same.

When they got to grab each other, the results was crazy.

Their lips crashed into each other, kissing deep into their souls.

So open-mouthed and violent.

Roselle’s chest pounded harder.

“Please…. please let’s have sex. Please fûck me.” She whispered in his mouth, hungrily as he devoured her like she was made for eating.

Her palms entered his skin, caressing, touching the planes and bulges.

“Please…. please take my virginity. Please….I love you, I…. I’m so madly in love with you….”

El Crow’s hands tore off her top front, and her bra followed. He tore it too.

He threw the bra off, and it went hung on top of a tree.

His palms gathered her small bre”sts, pressing, squeezing torturously.

She got so wet it leaked down her thighs to the side of her knees.

“Yes…” She moaned needily…. “Press them… they’re all yours… Please, touch me. I haven’t been touched before. I haven’t been…”

He slammed her notoriously on a tree, and her moans choked when their eyes shared the same glimmer.

He ran madder.

The strings pulling their heads pulled harder, and their lips collided again.

Roselle melted, running her tongue over his mouth stitch as her breasts disappeared between his palms again. “You’re so sweet….I belong to you. I….hmmm…plea…se… don’t stop kissing me. Take me…fûck my virginity….I love you.”

Her rants and confessions between the kiss were so hot.

So desperate and needful.

She began undoing his belt.

El Crow’s temperature grew, and his hand went under her skirt, but before he could tear off her panty, someone got between them.

El Crow was peeled away from Roselle, and their eyes snapped.

Sanity returned to El Crow.

Bellatrix’s wild eyes came to view. She stood between them, livid.

Roselle quickly covered her br”asts with her palms.

“Who the hell are you!!?” She yelled.

Bellatrix’s guards surrounded the forest completely.

El Crow couldn’t believe his eyes.

What the fuck did he just do?

Bellatrix actually came to Enigma House to see El Crow like she planned, but when she arrived, she saw him leaving in his car.

So she followed him here.

But there was someone else around in that woods.

On a tree…

Skylar.

She sat there, holding a pack of maltesers and watching.

She saw when Bellatrix arrived at Enigma House, and she saw when she followed El Crow’s car.

So she followed Bellatrix here too.

She had been on this tree, watching everything from the start.

She ate another ball from her maltesers pack, exhaling.

“This Bellatrix had to ruin the porn I was planning to watch.”

TBC.