RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

More than ever, my eyes closely watched Martha, her every reaction registered, and it was an additional relief to see caution flood her eyes whenever they fell on the shotgun pressing against her cheek.

I could also spot a bit of incredulousness, and it satisfied me to know she was in ignorance and even possibly awe at some of my capabilities.

After my words, a silence was established between the two of us, and the fingers on my right hand resumed working.

Releasing my neck, Martha took my hand off her chest, crossed her arms, and fixed me with a stare.

With her new height, she tried to be more intimidating, but in the end, I remained calm.

"Any questions?" I asked, realising the milf had her throat hooked with pride.

Seconds ago, Martha had been trying to burn a hole through my head with her eyes, but after I spoke, her eyes became dodgy.

The woman could no longer meet my gaze, and I chuckled.

"It's mind-blowing how easily I can solve this major problem of yours, right?"

"Why should I marry?"

"Why should you not?" I turned and walked to Nadia's side.

"Because I don't trust you."

Bending down, I picked up my collapsed PA and slung her over my shoulder. Then I walked past Martha, heading for her daughter.

"That's a lie. If you didn't trust me, I'd be dead by now.

It's not that you don't trust me; rather, you don't trust yourself and are scared.

You can't control your fear and hence can't see the truth."

Martha did not follow me as I moved towards Valera.

Placing the roughed-up girl on my right shoulder, I turned to Martha, who was conflicted and internally swallowing.

You would think that because the atmosphere was calm between us, things had been settled and the energy rushing within Martha would slow down, but that was too early a wish.

Yes, Martha did not want to kill me, but that did not mean that earlier, and even now, my life was not on the line.

People underestimate how far fear can push a soul, especially when it concerns a loved one.

Martha might love, but it went without saying that what she felt for her daughter was on a whole different level.

So since we got closer and knew each other, I had given the woman no reason to doubt me, but — "What if?"

What if I were a great actor?

What if I was just a patient butcher fattening her up for the slaughterhouse.

What if her observation skills had gotten rusty, and she was being played by me.

In the right circumstances, fear could push one to corners they never thought they could find themselves.

"I'll take the girls to the apartment.

You get rid of the jeep, make sure no one is following us, calm down, and come over. Okay?"

"No, I'm coming with you."

I shrugged at Martha's rejection of my plans and then pointed at the car.

"How will you handle that? Also, the area — we can't leave it like this. It tells a very clear story."

"Why do you expect me to know how to handle the car and clean up our battlefield?"

"I might not look it, but I'm much of a novice in this supernatural world. I don't even know what the light coming out of your body is."

"What about the fallen knight?" Martha sneered, her body slightly tensing.

"That is a very complicated matter."

"I want to study the knight."

"Why?"

"Because I'm curious," Martha replied, annoyed. Then I killed the tension building.

"Okay."

My words caught the woman off-guard, and the bountiful confusion she had been hiding since we started talking was revealed.

Martha looked down, her face tight, and then her gaze snapped towards me.

"How are you going to make me your wife? I don't have any documents."

"We'll claim you're from one of the nomadic tribes, a Native American, and that you snuck into Los Angeles to experience the city and give your daughter a life.

You've been a good and hardworking girl throughout your stay in the city, so finding you witnesses and recommendations won't be a problem.

No one will suspect you're a criminal or think of Valera as a victim."

Martha listened to me, and then wordlessly, a thick black pen appeared in her hand.

She began waving it in the air, long thin black symbols appearing and floating before her.

Though I kept my mouth shut, my eyes bulged.

Through mind vision, I tried to get an understanding of what Martha was doing, my mind registering thick amounts of Ichor in the strokes she was making, my mind blown at how tamed the clearly powerful energy was.

I was contemplating whether the wonder before me were thanks to Martha's skills or a function of the brush in her hand when she spoke.

"I killed a lot of people, many of them innocent. What do you make of that?"

"I could turn you in to the police, but that won't bring back the lives already lost.

I'll just be making a girl an orphan and myself short of an amazing pussy."

"So no justice for the families and loved ones of the bereaved?"

"I advocate for the existence of justice and its perpetuation in society, but I don't believe in it.

My desires and benefits are what matter most."

"That's a dangerous mindset."

"Can it be compared to yours?"

"You speak like you know mine."

"I'm pretty sure I do. It starts with Valera."

"I'll literally slaughter your planet for her."

My eyes widened at this statement, but before I could say a word, Martha began shrinking in size.

The brush in her hands disappeared, and the thick layered symbols she had drawn dropped to the ground, sinking into it more smoothly than water poured on desert ground.

The earth beneath us immediately began trembling, and before my eyes, a sinkhole opened and swallowed up the jeep some distance away.

Like a worm was moving through it, ripples began appearing on the ground around us, and before I knew it, ripples were everywhere.

"What did you....."

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