Wicked God - S01 E59

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 59

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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.

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[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 cóvk 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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