Sweet Sin - S01 E43

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Sweet Sin - S01 E43

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

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[Back At The Seashore]

The bodies have been packed into the truck by the cleaning sector.

The truck is just driving off.

The seashore is clear now.

Clear like nothing happened here tonight. Even the footprints have been wiped off the sand.

Yalda stood with crossed arms, staring into the dark waters with her surfboard below her feet. She’s standing on it again, just not moving.

“Damn, feels good to come out of the shadows after years…” She widened her arms, facing the sky.

“I wonder if that chic is aware of how deep Wrath is. She’s gon be on her tippy toes everyday,” Migos voice boomed behind her.

He hung his parachute straps on his shoulders, looking steely.

“First, let’s hope she doesn’t run mad. That’s the most important.” Yalda replied, eyes focused on the sky.

“I’m hoping she runs mad. She’s a f+kin’ distraction we don’t need. I only want him to f+k her brains out and cast her away.” Migos stated.

“You a p+$sy,” Yalda faced him.

“Well you know!” Migos frowned. “You know what happened with Kelly! Bi+ch, he was starting to grow a very tiny attachment for that whore in Hollow, but look what she did!”

“Yeah I’m not going back on that hill with you, Migos.” Yalda nodded.

They’re enemies in a funny kinda way cos at times like this, they talk, but when they clash, they take it to hell if there’s no one to stop them.

“You’re already on that hill, so listen!” Migos insisted. “After that shit, he picked Ruth up as his next plaything, but that whore fell for him, and she made the mistake of posting him as her boyfriend. You know he took you and eleven other female Odds to go beat her up, she almost died.”

Yalda laughed malevolently, lips curling in an awkward way like the laughter is foreign to her face. “We waterboarded the bitch till she began peeing herself.”

Some other female Odds around them who went with Yalda to beat Ruth that night laughed over it too.

“She was begging us with bible verses like we were angels.” One of ’em said.

“And during the beating, she had the nerves to say her feelings for Wrath were genuine, like come the fû+k on, ain’t nobody in love with Wrath genuinely. They love his face, his có+k, and his young money!” Another one said with a chuckle.

“When she said that, Yalda hung her upside down for that statement, and we left her like that with the wet cloth wrapped over her face and head till daybreak. She barely escaped death.”

“That shit was my best rodeo till now.” Yalda sighed.

“Yeah, so y’all know why I’m saying,” Migos crossed his arms. “I only hope this new one stays on her effing lane and not claim a boyfriend one day, cos if that happens…”

“I’ll be the first one to flame her,” Yalda talked. “But for now, she cool.”

“You seem to like her. That is why you notified Wrath that she was taken.” Migos hissed.

“Man, I won’t take you bitching out on me tonight. I’mma drown you in the sea and myself with you.” Yalda faced him squarely.

“So you like Jude too? You want him as an Odd? Is that why you were complimenting and calling him cool too? I don’t trust that dawg!” Migos probed annoyingly.

“I don’t fû+k men, Migos. I fu+k women like your mother, and yeah I like Jude. He’s smart and cool, not some scarface Atalanta debris like you.” Yalda shrugged.

“You wanna say that again?” Migos came closer, ready to pounce on her.

“What? You want some?” Yalda crossed closer too.

Some Odds got between them, stopping the impending clash.

“It’s too early to piss Wrath off again!” They warned.

Yalda was smirking with her chin resting on her chest.

Migos bulged, pissed.

But their buzzing phones killed the tension in the air.

Their phones buzzed at the same time. All 21 of them.

Texts from Wrath.

• A proper talk happens tomorrow at my Hell. Keep your eyes around for any move from Valhalla.

“Of course, I’m always alert.” Yalda smiled like a bad omen.

Migos grinned.

He loves Odium Hell Building a lot, and he misses it.

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