Chương 8: Chapter 7
What happened earlier was a terrifying ordeal, it was baleful as death. The crux of the matter is Celestine; I was fine and dandy but when she came, I reached my wits' end.
I've avoided the streets of the past but she pushed me back the pedway, causing me to fill the guilt I've set aside; this marriage is a catch-22. I want to confront her, take revenge and file divorce but I can't. I am in dire straits and grasping at straws but my last resort to save myself is by dying.
"Can we talk?" Lumingon ako sa pinto. Pumasok si Celestine, malungkot, balot ng pagsisisi, at pangamba ang mukha.
Umayos ako ng higa. I can't even look at her. Her presence stokes the anger running through my veins making my blood heat in a wildfire.
"I'm sorry about what happened to you and your friend. I'll take charges." She's sincere but there's something within me that doesn't want to accept her apology.
It's only been hours since we tied the knot but I'm already feeling hell. Hindi ako kumibo. I let her make up her own story; none of it will matter to me anyway.
"It was my biological father." Her voice cracked. My forehead creased whith confusion. Wasn't Howell Brocoña her father?
"I'm adopted." Then that explains everything.
Even so, she doesn't have to do it, they don't need to involve me in their dilemmas and other private issues. She's dangerous, they are dangerous. They need to be jailed. Guns aren't toys so as people that they could play with and shoot anytime they want.
"I don't want to see you in my condo nor anywhere near me. This marriage is over."
Tumayo ako, hinablot ang swero mula sa kamay at kinuha ang damit sa side table. I removed the hospital dress and wore my shirt. Wala na akong pakialam kung magalit si Amang.
"Not now that Don Manuel is after you and your family." I stopped dressing, craning my neck to my right and giving her questioning stares.
Tumitig s'ya sa akin. She said that her father wants to put an end to our legacy. Don Manuel wants to obliterate the Javiers. It's because dad betrayed him and knowing her father, he's merciless and greedy.
Don Manuel will destroy who tries destroying him and he will, for sure, manipulate and outwit Amang and my father to whatever proposal he will offer to them. Amang is tired with all the bloodshed from our family, from my uncles down to my sanity, I see why they're eager to turn him down.
"This marriage will be a death knell that will put shame on Don Manuel's name and destroy him. Also for your security." Nakunot noo ko sa sinabi niya.
"I know what happened to you, you killed your brother and you're in a mental breakdown..." I cut her short.
How did she know about my brother?
"Who are you?" May diin sa bawat salitang binitawan.
Nag-tiim ang aking mga panga. Kumuyom ang kamao. Walang may alam ng pagkamatay ni Rhys. My parents know he dropped the army dream and living his life on his own accord in Canada: fishing at Lake Ontario, doing woodcraft and making lasagna.
That's how I made it and they easily believed my lies. Nobody knows the exact details why I killed him... nobody except me.
Lumapit ako sa kan'ya, humawak sa leeg at tinitigan ang mga mata. She's emotionless, wala kahit takot ang mababakas. She could barely breathe but I'm losing my vision and sanity.
"Let go, I can't breathe." I didn't hear her. My ears were clogged and I am losing control.
Everything's coming back. Everything. In a blink of an eye, I saw the encored cataclysm and the fiasco that brought me to a pandemonium distress.
It was Saturday then when Rhys planned to celebrate his birthday before leaving for the army. The gang and I were organizing the party at Central Pub. It was supposed to be a fun night. Everything's fine... lock, stock, and barrel were gilt-edged but not until I went back to our flat and saw him fucking her.
Nawala ako sa sarili nang gabing 'yon. Naging puntulan ng galit ang mga baril na pagmamayari at pinaulanan ng putok si Rhys nang masigurong naka alis si Ashlynn.
I'm not of sound mind, I'm cuckoo, and astrayed by my acrimony and fury towards my brother. It's comical when people who brought you back to your refurbished state will fragment your soul like a shattered ceramic. That's what Rhys did to me and I can't let the dead bury the dead. I will continue fueding my brother.
Celestine held my hand, trying to remove it from her neck.
"Did the devil cut your tongue? Who are you!"
I'm infuriated by these cans of worms and countless pickles. Kinagat ni Celestine ang pangibabang labi at marahang umiling.
She was petrified and breaking. Lumihis ang mga mata niya bago nagsalita.
"I am your wife and you're killing me." Her voice sounded frightened. I exhaled exasperated and let her go. She's choking and running after air.
An applause disturbed the harsh predicament raising inside the ward. He entered the room with a bright devilish grin on his mouth and his teeth were gleaming with Schadenfreude involved.
Celestine abruptly searched for her gun and aimed it towards him, leering and sneering while waiting to deliver the killing strike.
He can never delude anybody.
"You are making me want to play this game." He was oblivious.
Celestine fired the gun, wounding Paxton on his left thigh. Nag-igting ang bagang nito sa sakit.
"Don't make me feel an outcast." Ignoring the pain, he neared Celestine. Sinakal n'ya to.
"I was your father's gift to you the other day, my apology for what happened to Venice." Hindi ako nakapagpigil at nasuntok ko siya. He completely lost his balance.
"Ill-tempered as always. Need not to batten down the hatches, I'm here for a truce." Tumayo siya, lumabas ng ward at pagbalik may hatak nang isang lalake.
"Remour," May takot sa mga mata ni Remour at nangingig, ang anak ng presidente.
Isang suwail na laman ng drug den ng Columbus Sanctum, pangatlo sa kilalang drug dealer sa buong mundo ngunit tumigil nang makilala ni Columbus Covetto ang Diyos.
"You want to destroy your father? Keep this bastard safe." Tumuwid ng tayo si Paxton, nilabas ang sigarilyo at sinindihan. Hinihingal.
Nagtago si Remour sa likod ni Celestine ngunit hinatak ito, pinwesto sa harap at pinaluhod.
"You're not here for nothing."
"There is no cow on the ice, and I bet you know the rule, reciprocity. I want half of the dough when you got all of Manuel's copious amount of money and properties. Besides, it'll be Eliot's tribute to my father and my daughter's death." Ngumisi ito.
He got the upper hand in everything, he was and will always be one step ahead of me. Paxton is imprisoned because of illegal possession of firearms, perjury, estafa, and murder: The Alonte Massacre. Though we weren't the closest among the nine of us, we did awful things together, killed people and studied the art of massacre at Duce Melbern. The university we attended was a little different from the usual schools we have around the area.
They practice different killing techniques: torture, massacre, and experimentation. DMU has a yearly event, The Blood Hunting where they cast hunting people or families to kill; it could be a stranger or your family. Whoever you get, you will kill or you'll be the one to die if you missed performing the task given to you and I got his father's name at do'n nasira ang pagkakaibigan.
"Any assurance that I could trust you?" He got a small gold bar out of his pocket.
Gulat si Celestine nang inabot ito.
"Cognito's security pin." That's all that she said, taking the piece of gold with trembling hands.
"Howl at the moon, you're done with Damon." Her breath was hitching; shaking his head and returning to the bar, she raised the gun and pointed it back at him.
"I have druther, and that is killing you!"
Celestine pulled the trigger, the bullet landing ang sinking on his skin down to his flesh. Ngunit, mabilis nakagalaw si Paxton at binaril si Remour taking one of her cards in destroying his father and saving us.
"No!"
She dropped her gun, humarang siya kay Remour, sinalo ang bala na tumama sa balikat. She landed on the floor, teeth gnashing in pain. Biglang pumasok si Caleb at agad rumehistro ang takot, galit at kaba nang makita si Celestine.
"Caleb, do something." Caleb rushed his way towards her, hands trembling in fear of losing her for life.
"Take it, it'll save him... us." Umiling si Celestine.
He hugged my wife and kissed her on her temple. Nag-tiim bagang ako. I don't take possessions especially of someone but my legality as her husband will be tarnished by the way he acts towards her.
Why would I be affected anyway? It was just a paper, nothing more and nothing less.
"Damn it! Buzz the fucking emergency button and call for help!"
Lumabas akong ward nang dumating ang mga nurse, leaving the burned ashes for them to clean. I'm on my way to the parking lot when a familiar voice snapped me out of my train of thoughts. I look over to my shoulder and saw Felicity standing near the receptionist area.
"Eliot," she called. I went near her but she kissed me on my lips. "What are you doing here? What happened to you?"
"Just a hitch,"
"Are you sure you're fine?" I bob my head, bid her goodbye and motioned myself out the hospital.
"Baby, wait! Come with me." Sumunod sit a saka hinila ako at sumakay sa kotse. "I'll drive your car, both you and your Bugatti."
She seductively and authoritatively said. My breath hitch, nipping in the bud. My groin is bulging, it is fuming and wants it to be unleashed. We reached the Arrigon Hotel in less than an hour. Nang makapasok sa elevator, she hurriedly undressed. After, she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. Instantly, I felt the sudden urge to fuck her right here, now. Her hand found its way to my shaft and she aggressively caressed it.
"Shit." I moaned as I felt the warmth and the softness of her lips at the tip of my hood.
Her tongue was forming circular motion around the head of my buddy and her hand was playing with my balls.
"Damn it, Felicity!" Groaning, I held her head and pushed it hard towards my shaft. I heard her giggled, choking after reaching the ends of her throat. She stood up and wiped her mouth.
"Not too fast, Javier. Come, I've prepared something."
We rushed our way to her hotel room half-naked hoping that nobody will see us. As we entered her hotel room, she drapes her hand around my neck and kissed me torridly on my lips. Her room was dark, candles are flickering and petals of black roses are scattered all over the place. Handcuffs were hanged alongside the black drapery around the poster bed and there were leather ties lying on top of a roundtable.
"You're back at this again?" I ask, my brow raised.
She gave me a stern look.
"It's fun. Pain is fun and ecstatic, honey." She smiles, placing her index on my lips then grabbing me by my shirt.
"Now that you are in my world, I am your master and everything I say, you shall follow."
She pushed me down on the bed; my back facing her as she grabs one of the candles and drips the molten wax on my back. I shut my eyes tight as the heat burns my skin.
"Say my name, Eliot. I want to hear your voice. Fuck me with it. Wake me. Beg for me." She drips a couple of droplets of the molten wax, napapangitngit akong bahagya sa bawat patak
"Felicity--" I whispered but I felt the stinging pain biting my skin as she whipped the tie on my back.
"Say it!"
"M-master, please t-take me."
"Good boy. Stand, darling, and please me." Tumayo ako, pinaupo sa kama, sumandal sa headboard, at tinali niya ang mga kamay sa magkabilaang dulo ng kama.
She spread my thighs then suck my length. While sucking it, she took a small knife and started cutting my sides. The pain and pleasure were exquisitely mindfucking. She stops sucking my shaft and licked the blood shedding out of my wounds.
"Mmm. The alluring metallic scent --I've missed this." She flashed a devilish grin as she crawls up then seat astride on my lap. She rubs her behind on me. She was already wet and I can feel that my manhood is poking her clit.
Her eyes went perpendicular as she reaches her climax. Her dark orbs were flaring. She positioned the tip of my manhood at the nub of her flower. She inserted it and thrusts slowly. Again, she drew lines on my chest using her knife though avoiding my wound.
"Felicity..." She whipped the tie on my chest causing for my cuts to bleed even more.
Felicity thrusts deeper and deeper until I felt the tightening of her walls indicating she reached her climax. I groaned as I felt my withdrawal squirting inside her. I saw a sly smile forming on her lips.
"You're still my sweetest doctor, Eliot." aniya at hinalikan sa mga labi.
She undoes the cables, wipes my chest with a clean cloth swamp in a warm water. She kisses my wounds and hugged me tightly before drifting off to sleep.
Sex is good when it's dirtier.
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