{Mature content; Not intense}
Bellatrix came quickly, still dressed in her black funeral attire. She probably fathomed it was no use to getting changed when she would drape in black still.
Black was Cargan's favorite color and his wives, in a bid to impress him never failed to array in it.
"Cargan! Oh, how much I have missed you!" she shrieked the moment she stepped in, and Celio out.
Bellatrix was one of his wives who were as loud as the blows of a hammer. Loudness was the least he needed now, wasn't it?
Yet, Bellatrix was the next on the slot.
He was short of three wives now and that alone was a huge mess on its own.
He would worry about that later. For now, duty needed to be tended to.
He had already gotten undressed before her arrival and was laying in bed as he did when Dylia arrived in the afternoon too.
