Sweet Sin - S01 E09

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Sweet Sin - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

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[Savior’s Alive Church]

Communion ended few minutes ago, and the Church entrance crawled with people coming out with smiles of newness on their faces as if they had just swallowed forever.

Brothers and Sisters, Nuns and Monks, chatting about the Bible and how different tommorow’s service would be cos of the new Priest.

But Nun Estelle seems more excited than the rest.

“Gosh, those blue eyes. I can’t wait for everyone in Church to see him.”

“You seem to be more interested in his face than what he actually has to offer,” the gossiper—Nun Ruth glared sternly at Estelle.

“Why do you seem to hate Father Tobias so much?” Estelle mirrored her glare, stopping suddenly.

The other Nuns filed past them. Everyone knows Estelle and Ruth don’t like each other.

By the look of things, they’d probably exchange words soon.

“He was a cultist!” Nun Ruth glared harder. “Search for the cruellest cult who terrorized Hollow University and New York as a whole years ago. They’re called Odium Cult, their members rank go up by the number of people they kill! There’s no assurance that he’s not part of the cult anymore. He’s dangerous!”

“Stop lying, Ruth!” Estelle pointed a finger. “Stop already! What silly cult? Just say you fell for the Priest at first sight, but knowing you’re forbidden from developing romantic feelings, you’re making up fake lores!”

“What did you just say?” Ruth’s eyes widened, unable to believe Estelle’s dirty words.

“Nuns!” Grace got in their middle,, but then, an uninvited, unwanted visitor entered the Church.

Running. Jumping. Barking.

A giant black dog with it’s tongue out and expensive black diamond chain around it’s neck.

“Holy Mary! How did it get in?” Nun Grace shouted.

“It’s a demonic one!” Nun Ruth added.

The Sisters and Brothers around shifted aside, but when they saw the dog’s run wasn’t gonna stop, they knew shifting wouldn’t do it.

They ran.

The three Nuns were the last, and they were the ones who unluckily got caught by the dog’s insanity.

Grimm caught Nun Grave and Ruth by the hem of their dresses, pulling them down and tearing off the lowest parts of their dresses, rolling them with the ground and pushing them to the walls, causing great ruckus.

Thank God for their underskirts, they’d have been naked.

Screams and cries followed their fall.

Nun Estelle who was close to escaping was eventually caught by Grimm. The dog’s teeth met her by the knee, pulling her down.

Blood. More screams.

“Help!!! Help!!! It’s a demonic dog!!!”

Jude rushed out of the Church first, and his eyes stretched madly when he saw what was going on.

He stopped by the door, shocked.

Then, Tobias stepped out in his vestments.

Seeing the wounded people on the ground and the shapes of their wounds, he didn’t need anyone to tell him it was Grimm’s teeth.

By now, Jude already moved forward to help the wounded nuns, but Tobias didn’t move, like his shoes have been gummed to the Church entrance.

He stayed still by that door. The faint hint of a odd smile tainted his lips like the one villains have on their face after killing a loved hero.

Jude was once bitten by Grimm, so he knew not to go close to the dog.

The other Church Brothers gathered to capture it, but the dog literally jumped over their heads and ran all the way to Tobias by thay door.

Tobias hand went to it’s head—like a father petting his child.

Grimm calmed, wagging it’s tail happily, obediently.

Tobias nose caught the strong smell of marijuana from it, and he just knew Saint did this.

Saint probably fed weed to it.

That bratty fûck.

His hand stayed on Grimm’s head as he looked up to see everyone around staring at him in bewilderment.

A Priest touching a dog?

Jude shouldn’t be shocked cos he saw him do this once, but he’s still shocked. More reason to grow suspicious of this man.

Nun Estelle who’s still on the ground with bleeding knee opened her mouth, crying out…

“It hurts!!!”

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[Dean Estate]

It’s 8:30. Seraphina isn’t back.

None of the waiters left the living room. They’re all still there, waiting.

Kimmy is almost done with her cucumber now. Dora is almost done with her apple too.

Dean kept looking at the time.

“8:31,” Dora sighed, standing and ragingly throwing off her remaining apple. “Are you sure your wife didn’t run away?” She faced Dean.

Dean didn’t look up.

“Or maybe she’s f+ckin another man, who knows?” Kimmy stood, too. “You know she’s not a virgin, right? She knows how a d+ck tastes cos I payed a boy to date her for fun when she was in highschool. He dated her for a month and fucked her in a private cinema, we saw the videos. Maybe she’s hungry for D again and went in search of it.” Kimmy laughed.

“You had to remind me of that memory.” Dora laughed, sounding as annoying as stones in a can.

“I don’t give a f+ck whoever she f+cks.” Dean muttered.

“Wait….” Kimmy sat beside him. “This is serious than I thought. Why exactly did you marry her then?”

“It’s none of your business, Kimmy Redd.” Dean faced her, nose flaring as he sneered. “What are you even doing in my house?”

“It’s like that now?” Dora scoffed.

A car drove into the estate. Dean noticed in the park alert. All talks paused as he rushed to the wide intercom to check the park footage.

The car is a boattail, so it’s definitely not Seraphina’s.

A man’s shadow alighted from the car like a phantom, and Dean’s eyes flashed with instant recognition.

“Out!” He faced the sisters.

“What!” Kimmy frowned.

“Out! I said, out!” Dean chased, picking their bags from the couches and throwing them at the door.

He shoved them out and threw the door shut.

Outside, Kimmy and Dora boiled as they head to their cars.

“Can’t believe it! Can’t believe shit! He threw us out?” Dora cussed loudly above her breaths.

“He’s paying for it, trust me.” Kimmy glared daggers at the mansion before they both got in their cars.

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[Exclusive Spa]

Seraphina didn’t even notice her bag straps had fallen to her elbows as she rushed out of the spa, chest echoing.

The spa treatment and massage felt too heavenly she had fallen asleep, and Allison didn’t even wake her.

“Phina! Sweetheart you aren’t leaving me here, are you? Phina!” Allison ran after her, struggling on her heels.

“You should have woken me!” Seraphina said without stopping.

“Girl, you were deeply asleep in there you didn’t even hear when the relax piano began playing! It’d be inconsiderate to wake you up cos I knew you needed that sleep!” Allison responded, catching up eventually.

Seraphina stopped, facing her.

“I know, but….”

“But what?” Allison interrupted with a raised brow. “Why the f+ck are you in a breathless hurry?”

“I’m married, Lis. Dean’s dinner,” Seraphina lied, opening her car door.

“Dinner? There are maids in your mansion, aren’t there?” Allison blinked in surprise.

“Lis,” Seraphina stressed. “I promised him my meal, ok?”

“Fine, Dean’s Wifey!” Allison raised her hands in surrender. “Call me when you get home.” She pecked her.

“Will do,” Seraphina breathed, getting in her car.

Allison watched her drive off before she hopped in her own car.

Instantly, she received a call from Bexley.

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[Redd Estate]

Acosta was surprised to meet the estate lights off when he arrived.

Dora will still be out clubbing, so no hope on that one.

Genevieve is probably still on her movie set, too.

Marley is with associates.

But Kimmy hould be home. Even if she’s not, Peach is home.

Peach was left home, so why are the lights off like she’s not here?

Acosta closed the door of his car softly, keeping his stare on the dark house as he entered suspiciously.

He hit the lights, and every big and tiny lights sprawled on. Chandeliers showered the walls with beauty.

He elevated to his floor, expecting to meet Peach in her room, reading, but she ain’t here.

His chest split.

“Peach!”

No answer.

Another split to his chest.

“Peach!!”

He ran inside, searching the whole floor in a ransack like he’s looking for a threadless needle.

No Peach.

His mind told him to check the next floor, and he listened.

He jumped on the elevator with shakiness and fear.

Coming out of the elevator on Dora’s floor, he met her where he didn’t expect.

Peach lay in front of Dora’s room, obviously unconscious.

Acosta’s mind stopped splitting. It shattered to dust, blowing off to abyss. He felt his mind drop.

“Peach!!!!” He screamed, doing a slide on his knees to her.

He scooped her easily into his arms. Luckily, he could still hear her faint breathing on himself.

“Peach!” He stood, running out with her, into the elevator.

“Peach, don’t worry, daddy will save you. Daddy will make sure you’re fine!” He sniffled, shaking her body, talking into her ears till the elevator got down, and he dashed to the family underground park.

At the same time, Genevieve and Marley drove in. Right behind them, Kimmy arrived too.

“Shit, what’s going on?” Marley frowned as Acosta tucked Peach’s body into his car.

“What’s going on with my grandbaby!” Genevieve queried.

“I have no idea!” Acosta shouted.

“Oh my God!” Kimmy jumped out of her car, eyes wide. “Baby! Peach! What happened to Peach? Peach!!!”

Acosta had no time to reply.

He drove out with Peach, headlights brighter than the park lights.

“Peach! Oh my baby!” Kimmy got back in her car, chasing after him, her hair nearly curling with her red long nails.

“Call the hospital, Marley.” Genevieve said calmly, shifting her hair behind her hair with care.

“Right on it.” Marley picked his phone and dialled the family hospital.

“My only grandbaby must be fine, or you all in that hospital will lose your fineness.” He said smoothly, then hung up smoother.

“Dinner should be ready now, darling. I told the penthouse maids to make steak and prepare our best wine.” Genevieve raised her chin.

“Shall we?” Marley smiled tightly, hand going around her waist.

Genevieve returned the smile, walking in with him.

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[A Bar n’ Grill]

After tonight’s race, Saint crashed here for a fun time with Tino.

This bar is mostly patronized by racers cos it’s a stone-throw from their racing road.

It’s less-crowded though, cos most racers prefer loud clubbing. Saint and Tino club frequently too, but they chose solo fun here tonight.

On their table, the beef cooked tenderly on the electric grill while bottles of rum surrounded it like eagar onlookers.

Appetizing smokes rose from the grill, communicating hungrily with their stomachs as they prepared to chew with rum glasses to their lips.

They poured themselves the fifth glasses, clinked and drank.

Saint drank with his left hand though. His phone is in his right hand, his thumb scrolling through a particular page on Instagram.

“You released your brother’s dog to the Church?” Tino talked, turning the beef with the metal clips.

“I wanted to spice things up. I want my wicked cultist brother back.” Saint shrugged.

“Cultist?” Tino asked, shocked.

“Oh you have no idea,” Saint’s eyes thinned into a meaningful gaze.

“I’m thinking of visiting that Church tommorow. It’s hightime I saw your brother in person.” Tino nodded.

“The Church door is open,” Saint hummed, returning to his phone.

“You ain’t following?” Tino looked at him, precisely scissoring the beef.

“I already stepped Church on Dean’s wedding, and that’s gon’ be the last time. I’m not a religious fool.” Saint groaned, still on his phone.

“What the f+ck you been staring at?” Tino inched closer to check it out.

Saint is actually on Bexley Hart Instagram page.

Bexley—Allison’s sister.

“You’re still stalking her?” Tino grinned, sitting back.

“She’s interesting,” Saint groaned, relaxing as he picked a beef cut.

“We both know what happens once you find something or someone interesting.” Tino said.

“I can’t wait to witness it, too.” Saint drank slowly.

“Valhalla Club is the top search topic today again in the country.” Tino mentioned, checking his phone too.

“It has been topping the search for months now. Even Dean has been sourcing for connections to enter, but he has been failing. Those peeps are interestingly dark.” Saint drank.

“Dean your brother?” Tino blinked. “Bro, he’s insanely rich. I could have sworn he’s in the club.”

“He’s not,” Saint dropped his glass, looking at some group of tattoed guys at a corner in that bar.

They have drinks and beef on their table too, but they’re not drinking nor eating. They’re staring resentfully at Saint and Tino. It’s so intense.

“The rival racer gang?” Tino stated when he noticed them too.

“They’ve been there, watching us since an hour ago. If their balls are full enough, they’d have come to us.” Saint sneered in ridicule.

“They’ve been watching us since an hour ago? And you knew?” Tino said surprisingly, staring at him.

“Toby taught me to be vigilant at all times. Foolish enemies are always around.” Saint replied, standing and getting himself a weed blunt from his wallet “I’m full, let’s get the f+ck out.”

He led the way out, trying to light up his weed. Tino followed.

By the door, Saint stopped, having a feeling that apart from the rival racer gang, someone else is watching him.

But he didn’t look back.

He stepped away with Tino.

As they made their exit, a bleak light touched the second corner of the bar where Dora sat like a witch, legs crossed, eyes predatory.

She ditched club tonight just to come here and watch him.

Saint.

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