Sweet Sin - S01 E32

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Sweet Sin - S01 E32

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

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[Next Morning – Dean’s Estate]

Seraphina didn’t sleep last night.

On her way back from club, she had a detour at the last open yarn store to get new bags of threads and needles, beads and hundreds other types of rare design materials.

And after the offload and Allison’s departure, she didn’t sleep. How could sleep come when she has a very tall work waiting.

She received more than three hundred orders last night despite the high price she set.

She selected the ones in this NYC first, and she started making their pieces since last night.

Thanks to her supernaturally-like fastness. She moved too fast.

She crocheted throughout the night, and this morning, she continued.

Gawd knows she doesn’t know when morning broke. She wouldn’t stop.

She doesn’t even know if Dean came home or now. She’s too deep into her work it’s not sure she has breaths.

By 8am, she made more than she expected, but she didn’t stop.

She sweated, got headache, fingers aching, but they’re signs she’s doing well. She likes them.

Unknown to her, Dean is by her door, watching her through the space between.

She didn’t close it completely.

He came home without Kelly last night after they heard the news about the missing Rednecks.

Kelly was too mad to follow him home cos they both know who’s behind it.

Who else has the ability to make people disappear without a trace in this city?

Tobias doesn’t leave the trail of his dead bodies behind. He takes care of them.

That’s why no one has ever found the littlest evidence on him.

Dean pondered throughout last night, and he concluded on going to Tobias Church to hit him this morning.

But passing by this room, he couldn’t not stare at her.

After the picture of her sent by Saint last night, he has been strange.

Strange in a kinda way that’s not understandable.

The buzz of his phone made him leave the door.

It’s Kelly calling.

“Come on out, Dean. I’m waiting. We gotta go to that f+ker’s Church!” Kelly shouted from the other end.

Dean rushed out.

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[Redd Estate]

“You’re saying there’s no particular date for when Seraphina would be captured?” Dora demanded, her impatience roaming the Penthouse.

They’re all present excluding Acosta who’s still not back.

A family meeting is ongoing.

“When Valhalla Leader says he’s gonna send Serpents to take care of something, then he’s gonna send them. Why not calm down with a deep f+kin’ breath!” Genevieve glared at Dora.

“Look into my eyes, mother. Do I look like I have calms to wear? I’ve got none! I want her gone as soon as fuckin possible!” Dora spat.

“Sit back down and stop yelling at your mother’s face!” Marley cut in from his end.

“No I support Dora’s anger,” Kimmy stood, fuming. “This isn’t only about the land documents in her possession, but her crochet is getting underserved attention! That can’t happen! Y’all know this shit!”

“A press conference will happen at noon, today.” Genevieve sighed.

“And what’s gonna happen?” Dora asked curiously.

“There’s gonna be an allegation against her,” Marley adjusted his glasses. “An allegation that she’s stealing her crocheting ideas from Dora’s hidden fashion catalogue which she stole before leaving the house.” He nodded.

“Bang!” Kimmy laughed.

“The icing on top will be that,” Genevieve continued, looking at Peach who’s eating a Peach at the other side of the table. “Peach will be the one to talk at the press conference. The public believes little children don’t lie.”

“Why haven’t I thought it this?” Dora laughed loudly.

“Nobody’s using my daughter for public lies!” Acosta’s voice rang in the penthouse as he entered.

He stood by the entrance with all shades of disagreement on his face.

Slowly, everyone stood, facing him.

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[Allison’s Mansion]

Bexley came in to an empty house. She has an extra key card, so her entry was allowed by the scanner, but Allison isn’t home.

“The hell?” Bexley checked her wristwatch. “At 8:30? What event required her leaving the house this f+kin early?” She hissed out, throwing her bag on the couch.

She entered the kitchen to get herself something to hit, and her phone rang out. She was scooping ice cream from the freezer as she picked the call.

“Yes?”

“This time, you’re gonna have to pay extra, Bexley.”

“Extra for what? Dude, you’ve been doing this shit for me for more than a year, and now you suddenly demand for a raise?”

“The drying process is taking longer this time, Bexley. The cash you brought in is more than a million.” The loud voice replied.

The money she makes during the naked dance at the club is always wet cos it’s mostly poured in the pool. After clubbing, she gives it to her dealer to dry up.

“You know this is something I could have done with my hairdryer,” Bexley scoffed. “But I don’t have the time to waste sitting and drying the notes one by f+kin one, so I gave you, a job that won’t even take you an hour, but you’re suddenly asking for—”

“You’re stingy, Bexley.” The dealer grunted and hung up.

“Pig,” Bexley rolled eyes, getting her ice cream and returning to the living room where she crashed on the couch again.

She had a scoop from her ice cream, and her mind did a swing to the pervert she met at the charity dinner.

Saint St. Graves.

Since she’s free today, should she dedicate her time to making him regret what he did?

Bexley got her phone and dialled a friend, relaxing.

“Hey, girl. Mind going with me to fûck the biker boy up today?”

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[Savior’s Alive Church]

Saint succeeded in dragging Tino with himself to this place, and as they both got down from their bikes in front of the Church gate, Tino pulled back for a bit.

“Wait…why aren’t we driving our bikes into the Church?” He asked, feeling very uneasy.

“Cos I don’t wanna introduce my bike to Church, d+k. C’mon, need to talk to Toby.” Saint responded and led the way to the Church compound.

Tino looked around before following him behind.

Immediately he entered, Dean and Kelly’s car stopped with a rough zoom. They both came out without talking to each other.

They entered the compound too.

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Inside the compound, Jude is on his way back to the Brothers Quarters.

He didn’t leave the mountain last night after leashing the naked Loaner Boss to a metal machine on the rock.

He stayed with him in the rain and watched how the rain beat him mercilessly. How the thrums dealt with every hole in his skin.

Though, he had an umbrella over his own head.

He had so much fun watching, and he had more fun hearing him beg for freedom throughout the night.

The rain was so heavy that it came with few ice cubes, and series of them fell on the punk.

He cried like a baby, shaking palely like his bones got pulled out from under his flesh and crushed.

He passed out this morning, and Jude decided to come down the mountain and go clean himself up.

But he suddenly changed direction to the Rectory.

He needs to see Father Tobias first.

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[Rectory]

It’s the full morning prayer time, and Tobias looked all ready in his vestments as he emerged from his Rectory, planning to go to Church.

Stepping out, a gust of wind whistled past his head—missing his ear by an inch. It slammed into the wall and stayed there, shaking.

Tobias eyes followed the wall, meeting the message in it’s glory.

It’s an arrow, and on the tip, there’s a tiny painting of a black butterfly with it’s wings clipped.

It doesn’t take a genius to know what this means; an insult to Odium.

Black butterfly is their sign.

Sending a black butterfly painting with clipped wings is disrespect.

Tobias plucked the arrow, staring at the message with a lip tilt.

He dropped the hand like he saw nothing and moving away from the Rectory steps.

“Yo, Toby!” Saint’s over-energetic voice seeped in, head slanted as he appeared with Tino.

Tobias went past them too fast. He didn’t even show recognition.

Saint’s hand dropped.

Apparently, Tobias ain’t in talk-mood.

But it was only the beginning of the morning cos Dean and Kelly are at the back too.

Just like Tobias did Saint, he slashed past him, but Dean wasn’t even gonna take being ignored.

He held Tobias by the the elbow, hurling him back, but Tobias?

He wouldn’t take being touched.

Especially not by Dean.

Especially not this morning when his mood is already off.

He pulled out his short gun from nowhere, pressing the nozzle at Dean’s throat.

“Get your hand off me, Dean,” he snarled, danger curling with every breath. A muscle jumped in his cheek, and irritation radiated from him like heat from a furnace, thick enough to choke on.

Dean was taken aback for sure, but he didn’t digest that before Kelly made a move behind Tobias.

She pulled a pistol, too, digging it at Tobias head from the back.

“Get your gun away from my man, right f+kin now!” She snorted, loud.

And she received her karma instantly, cos another pistol was jammed to her head from behind too.

Jude stood behind her, rigid.

“Shoot once, I’ll shoot thrice, Kelly.” Jude warned, threateningly.