All Chapters of Dooming the mafia devil : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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HELEN's TANTRUM

SERAFINA As soon as my Audi R8 made a screeching halt at the garage, I knew from the doorway that hell had let loose at home. The windshields of seven cars were crushed, some had their tyres pumped out and other parts broken. In that moment, the first thing that came to my mind was my pink Porsche and to my anger, she had smashed the car too. That bitch. She could take whatever issues she has with her son to wherever she wanted, but messing with my things would always drive me mad. Before I could explode, one of the security guards approached me with a blank expression as I handed him the car keys. “Take the stuff in the car, upstairs.” He nodded slightly and began moving. The second guy came to assist him but I cut him off. “Carven.” I called and he rushed to me with a slight bow. “Here.” He took my bag from me and we both headed into the house. “Where's Rapheal?” “The boss is inside.” Came his curt answer. “And his mom?” “I think

CAUGHT?

RAPHEAL It's been two weeks after the incident and subsequently, today was Maximum’s funeral, which my mom wasn't having easy with me. Ever since that day, she hasn't been to the house again and has also refused to talk to me. Luckily, my business had been stabilized and Sera was really playing her part in helping me recover. Although a little too well. Grabbing my tie, I took a final glance at the mirror to be sure I wasn't looking too happy for his death, even if I was. I had decided to settle for a simple black tailored pants and shirt with an long coat to support it. Everything would definitely come together with the tie. I just had to find someone to knot it for me. I was already headed for the door when Sera walked in, leaving my mouth hanging with her short floral patterned gown, Dior pumps and a black jacket. Her hair was secured in a sleek bun and her face was highlighted with minimal makeup. Even without the effort, she looked really gorgeous. “You do real

KASSIA'S TRUTH

SERAFINA What was that again? About men that hit their wives? Fuck whay they said! You’d die by my hands if caught. Smiles…. Rapheal had walked out during the pleasantries and I figured he needed a break from the whole fiasco. For all I knew, he never liked crowded places and people. He just had an impending reputation to keep. When he vanished, I decided to stay behind and comfort the woman who had just been widowed. “So how have you been holding up?” I asked with a plastic concern, taking the empty spot besides her. She nodded with a sardonic smile. “Well, what can I do? Maximum's gone and there's nothing I can do about it.” “I'm really sorry.” My hand carefully grazed hers as an act of consolation. It wasn't deliberate… But I saw certain flickers of her memory to know that she was currently having an affair with another man. Good for you, sis. “Can i ask you something?” I prosed, adjusting my frame to properly meet hers.

THE MURDER

RAPHEAL She flinched as soon as she saw me, before her face scrunched like she had just tasted something nasty. My widened eyes darted from her blood spattered body to the man clutching his abdomen and the fright intensified. “You are here.” she muttered with no hint of chalancy. Jesus fucking Christ! What kind of response is that? “Serafina,” I called with a shaky voice, gathering every resolve with me. “I asked you a question.” “Exactly Rapheal.” She sighed, like I had just interrupted her feast. “What do you think I'm doing?” I gripped her arm wearily. “Are you tryna implicate us? Why are you beating up an innocent man..” my voice trailed and I found it almost immediately. “How did you…” “He deserved it.” Came her plain answer as she hit the man’s already bleeding thigh, earning a screeching wince. My stomach formed a hollow pit, followed by a desperate gulp for air. “Sera…” “No abuser would roam the face of this earth free.” S

Disturbed

RAPHEAL The chilly midnight air kissed my skin as I took needed puffs of my electric cigar to calm my ecstatic insides a bit. I had tossed and turned on the massive bed, yet there was no signs of sleep forthcoming as my mind was heavily draped in thoughts of Serafina. Glancing over my shoulder, i caught her sprawled on the massive bed, almost buried by the dark duvet. Her breathing was slow, almost delicate and rhythmic. Her face was resting on the mushy pillow and her hands beneath them. She looked peaceful– too serene for someone who had murdered a man few hours ago. I sighed deeply, dragging a tired hand down my face, which I regretted instantly as the terror came rushing when I shut my eyes. The blood splattered on her face, a cruel blend with her hysteric laugh. The desparate yelp from the man… “Fuck..” I rasped as my eyes fluttered open again. And suddenly, the air that floated in was no longer sufficient and my breath began to restrict. Tossing th

The other woman

SERAFINA Thanks to my enhanced abilities, I was able to detect unknown circumstances, like the choking fragrance that filled the mansion, as well as the cloud demon roaming around. Cloud demons possessed people who were obsessed with beauty. I noticed it, the second my car revered into the estate. Rapheal had been away for a few days– though he said it was a business trip, I knew he was running from something. No one goes on an unscheduled business trip by 3a.m– giving me charge of supervising the workers. Things were running smoothly, until Helen had showed up this morning unannounced and being her usual self, poured hot coffee on Caroline. She was gone by the time I emerged from my room and I had no choice than take the injured lady for a medical checkup. Pulling into the garage, I parked my new lilac Porsche and waltzed into the building. Whatever the new sprirt was, she had to deal with me first before getting to anyone. Especially Rapheal. Not that I w

Hitting the other woman

SERAFINA.THE NEXT DAY. I could barely catch any sleep last night, thanks to this animated demon, staring back at me from the bar stool where Emilia was seated, sharing what seems more like gossip with Helen. The sound of their laughter grated against my nerves, sharp and persistent. It made my already boiling blood, rise with pressure. The fucking thing on her head had paraded the mansion last night, looking for an innocent soul to feast on– that way, it could enhance her looks. Luckily for the prey and unluckily for me, I caught her just in time. Though I couldn't get rid of it without the owner's permission, I was grateful I had given it a scar that would last for days. It would be enough to hold her off until Rapheal returned. I continued my journey to the kitchen, to grab myself a needed cup of calming tea. Since three bottles of wine couldn't put me to sleep, i might as well resort to tea– which by the way, I despised so very much. By the time I got to the last

Rage

RAPHEAL Three days of trying to calm myself prior to what took place at the funeral that endlessly triggered my nightmares of Yuanita. And the first thing I run into on getting to my house was Serafina exhibiting her madness again. Just great! I tried as much not to blame her for the previous one, knowing she had a crazy valid reason for pouncing on the unfortunate man. But no matter how annoyed she was because my mom had brought in another lady at my absence, beating her… Ohh God! I nearly scoffed at her outrageous reply and the way she resumed to the kitchen to make her self whatever.. so unbothered. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and secured it with its band, then headed to the sink to wash off the blood oozing from her palm. The whole place was a mess, blood stained the white and gold marble floor, a mug was shattered and it's fragments were stuck with the blood. My jaws clenched at the frenzy. “I’m talking to you Serafina.” Her name tasted like sour le

Fall in

RAPHEAL Serafina was calmly settled into the reclining chair, in just a mini asymmetrical skirt, mermaid shirt, pink socks and house Crocs, looking insanely beautiful while taking occasional puffs of her cigarettes and humming a small tone to herself. Emilia running off had made several thoughts run through my mind. And though I was happy it helped confirm my doubts against her, I was worried she might have gone back to the mansion to steal a pound of her flesh…. My thoughts spiralled but whatever it was, whether Serafina was predator of prey, I was glad she was safe. On seeing me, she gave me a casual nod and rose to her feet, trashing the smoky stick in her hand. “You're back soon.” She noted, her back to me as she set the chair in motion. Her skirt lifted upwards, exposing a good portion of her well toned legs that made blood rush to my member, giving me a hard boner in swift seconds. Dog! I swallowed, averting my gaze from her body. “Emilia's missing

Threat

SERAFINA Over the course of time, Raphael had shown me other sides to him than I could have ever imagined. He was kind, appreciative, soothing and sometimes gawked at me like I was a delicious meal and he was savouring the plating, because he couldn't have me. YET. To me, it felt good. It only proved that he was already drawn to me and my plans have a higher rate of succeeding if I succumb to his trivial needs. Only that, I have got a little problem. The craving for him. The deep fear that lounged in my heart for being attracted to him. I missed him when he wasn't here, and enjoyed his banter more than anything. His hands on my body while fanning my neck with his deep minty scent had become my favorite sleeping position. How could I also not mention his food? Rapheal was a great chef. I had never anticipated having my meals until he began to make them. Rapheal was a very fine man, from his hazel eyes that was a divine contrast to his dark hair, his body that could pass f

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