Sweet Sin - S01 E18

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Sweet Sin - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

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[Allison’s Mansion]

Allison nearly threw her phone at the wall after she lost her last hope on Seraphina’s whereabouts.

She likes the fact that it’s unknown to cops, but she wants to know it.

She wants to be sure she’s ok.

She dropped her cup of watermelon juice that now tastes sour.

She left her room and dragged her legs moodily to the living room.

The front door instantly barged open, letting Dean and Kelly inside.

They came with a flood of guards who came for Allison.

“The f+ck?” She backed up. “How did you enter? What the f+ck are y’all doing in my house!”

The guards yanked her by the arms, and her knees flew up to attack, but those knees were slammed down with the head of a gun.

She went down with a yelp, landing painfully on the floor.

Kelly came close and kicked her in the face. Allison’s mouth spat warm blood to the floor.

“Told you, you ain’t shit, bî+ch. I am the shit. I am the future First Lady of Wrath Investments Empire!” Kelly claimed, rounding Allison’s body.

Now, Dean is seated like an Emperor, relaxed and calm with the guards behind him like bouncers.

He leaned forward, grinning at Allison’s face. “I planned to jail your shithead for infringement, but I had a second thought,”

“You sent the invites of the Charity dinner, and you have the emails of all the guests. Baron West was at the dinner, and he’s in possession of the hottest property in this city right now. I mean…the abandoned burnt supermarket.” He explained.

“There are already so many eyes on that property, but Redd Holdings must be the one who gets to buy the property. You know why?” Kelly squatted beside Allison.

“The supermarket will be demolished, and a vast estate will be built on the land by Redd Holdings. Wrath Investments Empire will invest on it for Redd Holdings, and we get our sweet returns effortlessly.”

“Now,” Dean placed his shoe on Allison’s mouth. “Go get your laptop, send the mail and set up a meeting with Baron West tomorrow at noon.” He ordered.

“In your damn dreams!” Allison spat through her bloody mouth.

“Too bad, your pretty little sister Bexley would have to die young.” Kelly smiled tragically.

Allison’s eyes widened.

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Ten minutes later, Kelly and Dean came out of the house.

They were able to force Allison to send the mail. Now they get to meet Baron tommorow at noon and make plans with him before the official land sale in the evening.

They got in their car, and leaned close at the same time, lips meeting in a deep, nasty kiss.

“Did you alert the hitmen yet?” Kelly asked through the kiss.

“Yeah. By tomorrow, the Rectory would be robbed.” Dean smiled.

“Calls for celebration!” Kelly winked. “Let’s f+ck in front of her house.”

Dean didn’t argue.

He never does.

He received Kelly’s hole on his d+ck as she sat on his laps, skirt folded.

The car bounced back and forth as their f+cking went intense, all in front of Allison’s house.

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[Hotel Hennessy – Seraphina’s Suite]

Music is on.

Loud, blasting music.

On the table, there’s wine, peppered chicken br+ast, and a cigar box.

Seraphina’s hair moved with her body as she danced around the room, trying to get herself happy.

A cigar stick is stuck between her lips, she smoked slowly.

She had the best bath of her life in the fancy tub and ate first-class pasta at the expensive dining.

She used the massaging chair, but she couldn’t sleep, so she resorted to this.

She wore only a lace panty and a lace bra. The only two clothing on her skin as she danced around, twirling, trying to whine. She’s not a good dancer. She doesn’t even know how to dance, but any move is a move.

She used her waist, throwing her hair around and blowing smokes— not in excess. She smokes moderately.

She grabbed the wine bottle to drink, but it reminded her of the wasted wine in the Church—the one she pushed away from the communion table.

She gave her upper lip a bite.

Such a bloody sinner.

But she did it for herself, and the guilt isn’t drowning her.

That’s progress.

She quickly grabbed her burner phone when it buzzed on the table.

It’s a text from Wrath.

• Tommorow, 7pm. Get dressed, and I don’t mean a stupid suit. Wear a dress, and not fuckin black or bloody white. Wear another damn colour, you’ll find tasteful choices in the closet. A private car will come pick you up to your first mission. Check your mail for the mission details.

Seraphina sat immediately, clicking on her mailbox.

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[Next Day – Redd Estate]

“Dean is making sure we get Baron West contract?” Acosta said as he ate breakfast with Kimmy.

“Him marrying that Frump isn’t his end of deeds with us. I think he wants long-term cos working with our Redd Holdings is insanely profitable. He’ll secure the contract for us, and he’ll also invest in it. He knows his returns would be huge like the ongoing giant hotel contract.” Kimmy explained.

“It’s not surprising that he’s the richest CEO in the city,” Acosta shrugged. “Other investors wait for deals to come find them, but Dean looks for surest deals himself to invest on. He’s good.”

“You can say that again,” Kimmy smiled, facing him.

Acosta knew what she wanted immediately. He kissed her.

“Mm! You’ve been real sweet since I returned from the hospital.” She smiled widely.

“I just hope we really get Baron West property. Your parents look happy these days, and if we lose that property, then they’ll crash out. If they crash out, you know they’ll take it all out on me.” Acosta replied.

“Chill,” Kimmy blinked. “Dean used Allison to set a meeting with Baron West. He’ll meet Baron at noon, and by 7pm, we get the land at the sales event. Trust me.”

“And i’ll make sure dad never makes you wash his car again.” She added.

“If only you could stop guiding Peach the wrong way too.” Acosta muttered between veggies in his mouth.

“Get off that topic, nigga.” Kimmy gave him a instant glare.

“Stop calling me the N word, Kimmy!” Acosta snapped.

“Mum? Dad?” Peach joined them, ready for school in her uniform.

Her maid dressed her up elegantly.

“Sweetheart, your favorite butter is on the table with the toast bread.” Kimmy told her with a smile.

Acosta pulled a chair out, and Peach settled on it, picking a toasted slice with sliced tomatoes in the middle.

“When the f+ck will the Talentless Frump be arrested? I’m getting impatient.” She suddenly said.

Acosta gasped. “The hell? You’re saying the F word now?”

Kimmy raised her palm, and Peach stuck her own palm with it.

“That’s my girl,” Kimmy encouraged.

Acosta lost appetite, dropped his fork on the tomatoes and left the dinning.

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[Savior’s Alive Church – 7PM]

Workers counseling is ongoing, right inside the Church.

They’re all gathered listening to Tobias who’s talking so eloquently in the front, voice s+ductive.

Jude is one of the front seaters on the Brothers seat, and while half his mind is on what Tobias is saying, the other half is deep in thoughts.

Thoughts about himself.

Isn’t he sinning now?

He could feel his faith slipping into the mud, all cos of Father Tobias.

He’s the one who dropped Seraphina in his Rectory. Seraphina spent the night in that Rectory, and he’s still the one who drove her back to the city the next morning.

Also, he drove her to a high-end hotel last night.

All on Father Tobias orders.

Tobias even used his name to book the hotel room.

Several sins Tobias made him commit, and now he doesn’t trust himself anymore.

He’s scared.

On the Nuns seat, Nun Ruth is part of the front seaters, too.

She tried, hard.

She tried very hard to not stare at Tobias, but there’s no stopping it cos he’s right in front of hers anyways.

He’s talking, giving holy counselling like he’s not a God of Ruin.

Like he’s not the most unhinged man existing in this world.

Like he’s not a sinner.

Like he’s not Satan himself—Satan on the alter.

She wrapped her palms on her garment, knotting hard.

She planned to stay off the sins of the world, that’s why she came here, but now the sin she ran from is in here to torment her again.

Him.

Her sin.

Her torture.

The picture of his veiny c+vk and the dimples on his back appeared briefly in her head. She gasped.

Where did that come from?

She rushed out of the Church.

That didn’t affect Tobias preaching. He didn’t even halt.

Standing on the altar where he thrusted a p+ssy last night is a new sick fantasy—a newly unlocked kink.

He’s getting off on it.

Nun Estelle is the most serious listener here. She’s even jotting points down from his counsel.

So sweet to her ears.

Meanwhile, outside the Church, Dean’s hitmen jumped in through the fence after professionally offing barbed wires from it.

There are five of them, masked with facecloths and armed with pistols as they clawed under the shadows of the compound gardens and trees.

Locating the Rectory was easy.

Dean already told them where it was located. They broke the door lock and entered too easily.

“The f+ck?” They muttered under their masks when they witnessed the black walls like jail wall.

“Who the hell paints their house interior black?”

“Dean already said he’s a sick-head, so shut the f+ck up. Let’s get the money and get the hell out.”

They concentrated solely on finding the money, following the three hints Dean gave them.

Below the bed. Behind the cellar. Behind the bookshelf.

They split themselves as they searched the three spots under the weak lights of the Rectory.

Grimm sat on top of the ceiling, watching them silently.

It’s like the dog has been told to not act on it, so it just watched them without their knowledge.

The hitmen punched open the weak bookshelf wall, and the money poured out in wads.

Dollars!

Friggin’ dollars!

Bundles of it!

They threw more punches at the wall, and more dollars poured.

They exchanged happy glances.

“Holy m+therf+ckin’….shit!”

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[Sales Event]

It’s 7:10PM, but the event started at 7 prompt with the arrival of the interested buyers of the property.

There are like thirty company representatives in the hall, awaiting the arrival of the seller—Baron West.

Everyone wants the property as there’s an undeniably huge profit for any building rebuilt on that land.

Dean isn’t here.

Kelly isn’t here too.

They only met with Baron West at noon and finalized the deal with him at 10B, so it’s sure Redd Holdings will be getting the land tonight.

Kimmy came with Marley as Redd Holdings representatives.

The mere sight of them made the other companies wary.

Redd Holdings never lose contract to others. It has never happened.

The sales grounds opened, and price proposals began coming in.

Kimmy and Marley sat cockily at the end of the hall, waiting for the others to haggle for nothing while they get the land effortlessly.

The other companies didn’t offer more than 9B. Everyone of them stopped at that same amount.

“Broke-ass companies,” Kimmy grinned. “What are they even doing here if all they can spit is 9? Don’t you find it funny too, dad?” She faced Marley for answer.

“The game of power is never
Interesting if there aren’t fools at the base of the table.” Marley responded, glasses looking bony on his eyes.

“10B!” Kimmy shouted, ending the haggling as all eyes turned to them.

“I knew it! Redd Holdings never lose…f+ck it!” Another company representative complained.

Baron West stood, smiling, “And the land is sold for 10 Bil—”

“12 Billion!” A new buyer announced, interrupting the room with her presence and voice.

The voice sounded familiar, so Marley and Kimmy stood.

The other representatives turned their necks, taking a look at the woman in blue dress who just entered the hall.

Fitted blue dress that gave her perfect curves a hug, black jacket hung over her shoulders, wide black hat over her head, ankle-strap heels, and her silky hair fell to her lower back.

She held a suitcase.

In the exact middle of the front row, she stopped walking, slightly lifting her hat with her right hand.

Seeing the face, Kimmy and Marley stretched their eyes, shock hitting.

Seraphina lifted her hat slightly again, revealing more of her face.

The order she received was to dress up, come here in the private car with a check of 12B and buy the land.

And she’s doing just that.

“I said,” she faced Baron West. “12 Billion Dollars, m+therf+cker.”

“Sold for 12 Billion Dollars!” Baron West announced.

Seraphina smiled, venomously.

“Seraphina?” Marley sounded, removing his glasses.

“This ain’t real!” Kimmy shouted, rushing to the front.

TBC.