Dooming the mafia devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

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

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

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

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

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