Sweet Sin - S01 E57

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Sweet Sin - S01 E57

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 57

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[Valhalla Club]

Leader was unavailable when the Redds arrived for confrontation.

They had to wait for his arrival.

It’s been an hour now, and their impatience swelled with each passing minute, growing past bearable stage.

“Now, I can’t take it anymore…where the f+k is Leader?” Genevieve unfolded from her seat fluidly.

“Genevieve!” Marley followed.

“Don’t do that!” Genevieve shouted. “This place exists to satisfy us! We didn’t just become members overnight! We committed sins, broke bones and spilled blood! Now, it’s failing us? I need instant answers!!” Genevieve yelled, losing manners.

“Genevieve, you’re in Leader’s turf,” the Frontman’s voice thundered from the top floor. “Keep quiet!”

“No, I refuse to!” Genevieve laughed. “I refuse to stay cool till I know why exactly Seraphina is still alive and threatening to ruin my family!”

“Gene!” Marley took her to a corner, trying to contain her. “You think I’m not mad too? But I’m keeping calm cos I don’t want this to escalate, so calm down and just wait for—”

His words were cut when Grilled teeth and dyed hair entered the grounds impatiently.

They were practically running.

Leader came out to those two, and they leaned on the metals, breaking sweats and panting as they talked.

“Tino is back, but completely cellotaped and shot on the shoulder. The hospital reported his condition as critical.” They reported.

Leader sat slowly on his throne, calmer than still waters.

“Shot on the shoulder? Cellotaped?” Genevieve asked astonishingly, coming out of the corner with Marley.

“Leader’s son was taken by Wrath, and in exchange, he had us release Seraphina.” Grilled teeth explained.

“What!” Marley’s face contorted, mapped with shock and disbelief under his glasses.

“Her backbone is Wrath,” Leader sighed, calmness deepening. “Seraphina’s backbone, is Wrath.”

“The f+k?” Genevieve gasped.

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[Police Station]

Kelly’s only evidence of being shot is her wound ed shoulder.

There’s no video evidence or single witness from the Church who said they saw her getting shot by Tobias.

The only one she has is Dean, but Dean isn’t here, and without Dean’s statement, they can’t hold Tobias down for long in here.

So, Kelly dialled Dean’s line repeatedly, hoping he’d pick had come here, but Dean’s line is off.

She kept this arrest a secret cos Uncle Will was strongly against it, but now she’s regretting it as she dialled Dean’s line again and again.

Tobias sat on the hallway chair, staring at her with heartlessly concentrated eyes.

They didn’t even put him in a holding cell cos he contacted his lawyer.

The motherfucker has the best lawyer in this city whom he pays shitload of money per minute.

The lawyer made sure he didn’t step any cell, so he was left at the hallway while Kelly tried to call Dean.

For the fifteenth time, Dean didn’t pick his phone.

Kelly nearly smashed her phone.

She looked back, and her gaze crashed into Tobias’s beneath the harsh hallway lights.

Though, the glow of the bright lights seemed to die the moment it touched his unholy face as if darkness is his second favorite skin.

Kelly stared into those frostbitten eyes of his, pale as winter death and twice as merciless.

She hates him.

Who the hell slashes a girl’s head cos she choose his twin brother over him?

Of course it’s Tobias St. Graves.

That bastard.

She was about to dial Dean again when the cop in charge arrived.

“Time up. We can’t hold him any longer without your witness.”

“But I’m still trying Dean! Dean is still coming!” Kelly claimed.

No one listened to her excuse.

Tobias was already getting led out of the station by his lawyer.

But at the end of the hallway, Tobias looked back.

His eyes met with hers, again.

Kelly felt instant chills like she was getting slashed all-over again.

Her phone nearly melted into her palm before he went out of sight.

Jude was waiting for him outside the station building.

The lawyer walked Tobias to the car, but he bowed and moved back immediately Tobias entered the car.

“Where should I go, Father?” Jude asked from the driver’s seat.

“The avenue. House 159.” Tobias replied clearly.

Jude moved the car.

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[Dean’s Estate – 7pm]

Seraphina had just finished packing her first twenty orders.

The deliveries wouldn’t begin until tomorrow as it’s already too late to start anything today.

But she didn’t care.

One by one, she loaded the boxes into the back of Dean’s car, stacking them carefully like trophies earned through blood and sweat.

Since her Lexus has been destroyed by Valhalla people, she’s gonna use one of Dean’s cars for the deliveries.

Not like he’s gonna do a thing.

The land documents she holds over them would seal his energy.

Tomorrow, she’d drive through New York herself, making every delivery no matter how exhausting it’ll be.

The last box landed in the car booth with a heavy thud.

She slammed the trunk shut and leaned against it, breathing out.

Then, she smiled.

A real smile.

For the first time in her life, she won against her family.

She damn won.

The feeling sat in her chest like gold.

She didn’t stammer on the podium—she didn’t break.

But would any of it have been possible without the Dark Priest?

No.

Not a chance.

The very man she’s forbidden to ever want or grow attached to.

The very man who could become her death sentence the moment her feelings crossed a line.

The smile faded, and reality settled over her like cold water.

Of course she knew her place.

And honestly… who falls for a man who uses and discards women without a backward glance?

The names Yalda read aloud still echoed in her head.

They were like fifteen, and she’s sure there are still more.

But then again, the Priest is handsome. Dangerously so. He’s rich too, and he knows how to pleasure her body—a combination that had ruined wiser women than her.

Thinking of the unforgettable mouth job he gave her last night made her clench her thighs.

She had passed out when his mouth was still between her legs.

At this point, he held power everywhere.

But why did Yalda ask her if he fucked her yet?

Does that mean he’s addictive once it arrives at that level?

She clenched her thighs again, fighting the friction that’s trying to pull between her legs.

“Congratulations,” an unexpected voice jolted her out of her dirty, cloudy thoughts.

Seraphina lifted her body from the car, turning to see Dean just arriving.

When did his car even enter the park without her knowing?

She must have been so deep in her thoughts then.

Dean walked over to her, holding a sweet-smelling bouquet of flowers.

“Congratulations on claiming your work back.” He pointed.

Seraphina blinked.

What’s this?

Is he ok?

Dean? Congratulating her?

Feels like a forbidden stuff unfolding right in front of her.

She decided she wasn’t gonna let it matter, so she went inside, abandoning him at the park.

Dean followed right after, but getting inside, he realized she went upstairs already, just that her phone sat on the center table downstairs.

He dropped the flower bouquet beside the phone.

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[The Avenue – House 159]

Jude didn’t expect a gathering.

But the cult was already there when he arrived with Father Tobias.

The Odds had swallowed the property whole.

Some perched on the branches of the surrounding trees. Some occupied neighboring rooftops, sniper rifles resting lazily against their shoulders.

Others crouched atop the house itself, silent shadows on the roofline.

Inside the house stood Tobias, Yalda, Migos, and Jude himself.

The house belonged to an old man confined to a wheelchair.

The old man sat beside the pool, frail with fear, his eyes darting helplessly around the monsters in his home.

Yalda and Migos claimed the entrance.

Jude stayed at the opposite side.

Tobias stood behind the old man’s wheelchair, one hand resting on its handle while his phone remained pressed against his ear.

He’s dialing Kelly, and Kelly answered after a short ring.

“Who’s this?” Her voice came.

“You should’ve made sure you didn’t have a family in this city before trying to arrest me, Kelly.” Tobias smiled. The sound alone felt wrong.

“Tobs?” She gasped.

“Your father looks good on a wheelchair,” Tobias murmured. “But I think he’ll look even better beneath the water.”

His fingers tightened around the wheelchair handles.

The wheelchair rolled forward with a slow metallic creak.

“Wait…” Tobias tilted his head mechanically. “Can he swim?”

“Tobias!” Kelly screamed. “I swear if you touch my father—”

“You’ll do what?” Tobias interrupted softly.

The wheelchair continued its slow march towards the pool.

The old man couldn’t even resist. He couldn’t run, couldn’t talk or even beg. He looks paralyzed.

“You’ll do what, Kelly?” Tobias asked, his voice lowering into graves. “This same father supported your decision to choose Dean over me. Now look at him. Too broken to speak. Down with stroke. Funny how fate works.”

“Tobias… leave my father out of this!” Kelly yelled from the other end, voice shaking with fear.

“You arrested me.” Tobias sighed, a dark laugh vibrating from his chest.

“Tobias please….” Kelly broke completely. “Tobias…. I’ll do anything! Fine, I’ll get back with you! Wait…. I’ll dump Dean and come back to you I swear! In fact, let’s get married. Please don’t….spare my father! Spare my father!!!! Spare my father!!!”

“I don’t spare people,” Tobias muttered. The words landed like a death sentence.

Then he released the wheelchair, and it shot forward.

The wheels shrieked loudly, deafeningly against the tiles.

For one terrible second, the chair seemed to hang on the pool edge before it plunged into the pool.

The old man vanished beneath the surface with a violent crash, sending water erupting into the air.

Bubbles burst across the pool surface.

By the doorway, Yalda and Migos exploded into serious laughter—the kind that sounded like something was rotten inside them.

Jude watched in silence.

At the edge of the pool, Tobias stood motionless. His calm eyes remained fixed on the water.

The old man struggled beneath the water surface for only two minutes.

Two long, tedious minutes.

And Tobias simply watched.

Poor man. Powerless thing.

His movements stopped when he died in the water, and his wheelchair separated from his body.

His body drowned, so is the wheelchair.

Tobias moved first.

He went for the door.

“What are you planning to do with Tino later? You released him not because Saint asked for it, but because you’re on to something. I can feel it.” Migos asked.

“Don’t be too curious, Migos.” Tobias breathed as he walked out of the house, and Jude followed him.

The rest of the Odds waited behind to do a cleanup.

The walk to the car was barely a minute, but throughout, Tobias felt the taste of heaven in his mouth.

Not the normal one, but the one he only started tasting after he ate a particular p+sy last night.

Good p+sy deserves good reminiscing. It’s too good.

Too, Too, Deliciously Good.

He took his bottom lip in his mouth to lick slowly with his tongue as Jude opened his car door for him.

He hopped in and picked his phone, scrolled through the numbers shortly before reaching her number.

He hates calling people, but she’s not people. She’s his curse.

She’s Anathema.

So, he dialled her line.

One ring, and it connected.

“Yeah? Who’s this?” Dean’s voice came from the other end.

Dean? On her phone? That’s new.

Tobias reclined on his seat, letting the darkness coup him in place as Jude started the drive in the front.

“Who is this?” Dean’s voice spoke demandingly again.

Tobias strapped his voice modulator to his wrist, then raised the wrist to his lips, making sure the modulator is intact before talking…

“The heavenly taste of your wife’s p+sy has refused to leave my mouth, Dean St. Graves. What should I do?”