Sweet Sin - S01 E62

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Sweet Sin - S01 E62

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 62

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“Sera…Phina!!” Dean managed to push out the yell through his weak mouth as his head throbbed.

He got a door slam as an answer.

She really left him on the floor like this after making him bleed with a flower vase crash?

His phone cried to life in his pocket, vibrating on his skin.

He let out another grunt, inserting his hand in his pocket after tossing around gently on the floor.

He pulled the phone out of his pocket, dragging himself to sit up. He rested his back on the wall, staring at the screen with barely open eyes.

It’s Kell.

His bloody thumb slipped across the screen twice, missing the green before he was finally able to swipe.

“Baby,” Kelly’s low voice came, still grieve-stricken. “I’m coming to your house to spend the night instead. Scratch the initial plan of you coming to my place. I don’t care about that bitch at your estate, I just want to be with you. As a matter of fact, I’m already on my way, driving to—”

“Urgg!” Dean released a deep howl.

“Dean?” Kelly’s voice went high, suspicious. “Wait….are you ok? What the hell’s going on..babe!”

“Get here quick….” Dean pulled a needed breath inside. “I’m bleeding.”

“What!”

He heard Kelly’s car tyres screeching rough after that word.

“I’m pulling up in your garage already.” She rushed. “I’ll be right there with you soon!”

The call remained on.

Dean kept his eyes open till Kelly opened the front door.

Seeing his state, she couldn’t contain her scream as she flew to him.

“Dean!!”

“I’m…I’m good.” He talked through shallow groans. “It’s only a scratch.”

“That bitch did this?” Kelly threw away her bag, helping him up quickly. “She did this to you?”

“Just get me to the hospital, Kelly!” Dean groaned crankily. “Get me out of this place to a healthcare!”

“Easy…” She held his tummy, picking her bag with the second hand.

Like that, they stepped over his drops of blood, out of the mansion.

—

[Redd Estate – Penthouse]

Genevieve stood at the edge of the top rails, elbows leaned on the banister as she stared at the TV.

Marley is down in the living room, standing behind a couch with an hand pocketed, and a sleazy smile which refused to leave his face.

He stared at the TV too.

The news of the attack at Savior’s Alive Church filled the news—every screen. Mouths chewed it.

Easily, it became the most trending news of the week.

“If Leader had said this was his plan, I’d have called him clueless and rash. I mean…that Church ain’t even on the list of top Churches in the city. Why would people feed on the news of it’s attack?” Marley sighed.

He rested his palms on the edge of the backrest he’s behind.

“Most people don’t know the Priest is a son of the St. Graves family.” Genevieve responded from the top. “I mean…. Dean has always been the known golden one, and Tobias the lowdown unknown animal. How about we stir the waters further and make people more curious about him? Give reporters anonymous tidbits of how he was a notorious student of Hollow University?”

“Then,” Marley looked up. “Reporters won’t leave the Church, they always want fresh news like dogs want freshly extracted bones.”

“Exactly,” Genevieve smiled. “I can’t believe it’s contained this early. Tommorow, Dora can reopen her Clan, and at the end, we’re still the good people to the public.”

“And if the cursed thing comes to demand for the shoe lick from Dora, it’ll be her end.” Marley laughed.

“Fûck, things are balanced again…” Genevieve flaunted her hair, descending. “The giant hotel construction is still consciously and smoothly ongoing, and we got our eyes on another land too!”

“We’re a match made in abyss, Gene,” Marley smiled.

Her hands went hung on his shoulders, red lips spreading.

“I know, right?”

In sync, they leaned in, connecting their lips.

—

[Third Floor]

Kimmy was putting work together on the newly-sighted land for the company on her laptop when Acosta arrived with Peach, finally.

Acosta held a bag of ice cream cake, but he handed to Peach immediately they walked in.

“You’re not eating with me?” Peach squeezed her face.

“It’s all yours, princess.” Acosta leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“All hers?” Kimmy stood, walking over to them. “Wait, ice cream?” She frowned at the bag Peach held.

Before Peach could say a word of defense, Kimmy snatched the bag.

“Ice cream? Cake? Seriously? At past 8? What the fûck is wrong with you, Acosta? This is the moment she needs her books! You said you wanted to take her to the hospital for her check, but you spent hours, and now you return holding junks?”

“What’s so wrong with her eating some ice cream and cake? It’s been a while since she had them!” Acosta spoke to Peach’s defence.

“Oh, now you know better?” Kimmy flared. “You don’t know shit, Acosta, and that’s why she still couldn’t top her class. There’s still another girl toping her class! Peach is always second, and it doesn’t speak well!”

“What’s so wrong in being second place in her class?” Acosta exhaled. “Peach is studious and serious, the second place is her limit!”

“No! Do not tell me shit, Acosta!” Kimmy raised her hand. “Second place is not entertained in this family, and you know it. Even if you have to kill for the first place, do it!”

“I don’t want you both to start fighting again!” Peach interrupted, getting in their middle.

“Then,” Kimmy faced her. “Go in your room, get your books and read till your eyes blur! I’ll tell the maids to get you coffee and vitamin c.”

“Yes, mummy.” Peach mumbled, giving the ice cream and cake another look before leaving.

“Kimmy,” Acosta inhaled. “You’re not helping matters. She told me she hurt the top girl in her class with a hairpin, and I’m guessing we’ll be getting a summon note from her school soon. Is this what you want?”

“Hurt who with an hairpin?’ Kimmy blinked twice, recoiling.

Deciding he wasn’t gonna get fully into the bullshit tonight, Acosta entered his bedroom.

Kimmy followed up, but he shut the door on her face.

“Costa, open this damn door!” She hit the door with her palms. “Costa, It’s been days since you touched me! I’m so fuckin horny, and you’re gonna be like this? Huh? Nigga!”

Acosta wore his headphones and increased the playing laid-back music volume to the highest.

He sat in bed, got his laptop and settled to check out the new land Redd Holdings got their eyes on.

This new one is situated in one of the busiest hearts of NYC, and if the company gets to buy it, they’re planning to build the largest supermarket in the world right there.

“It’s really big,” Acosta commented, zooming in on the land. “But the owner of the land is unknown?”

He went to the company forum to check the details.

The owner of the land is really unknown. But he specifically told the company that if they want to meet and negotiate over the land price, they should contact Allison Hart, get her help to set a meeting.

“Strange,” Acosta muttered, relaxing on his pillow.

He clicked on Allison’s name, and it took him straight to her business page where she posts interactions with her clients and whatnot.

“Never seen a chic as hardworking.” Acosta chuckled slowly.

But his time was slashed off by the loud, forced entry of Kimmy.

She got an extra key, but she still kicked her way in.

Acosta set his laptop aside.

“What the fuck?” He got down from the bed, but she was already with him. Palms on his chest, and he went back down on the mattress.

She climbed him.

“Now listen,” she pulled his beards hard. “You’re going to drill me, and you’re going to make me shake!”

“I am not in the mood, Kimmy!” He shoved her away.

Unexpectedly, she pulled a knife out from under her blouse, placing the glinting blade below his jugular.

“Kimmy!” His eyes dilated.

“Yes? You feel me? Huh?” She nodded. “Feel my blade?”

She ripped off his pants, and the shirt followed right after. Down it went.

She lifted herself and sat positioned on his dick, facing him with the knife still intact on his jugular, cutting through a little skin.

“Now, you gonna make me scream, or you bleed.” She threatened.

—

[Savior’s Alive Church]

The nighttime of the attack didn’t weight down the amount of reporters and cops that appeared right after.

Feels like they were on standby before the attack happened, and after the Serpents retreated, they just jumped out of their hiding places.

The Church premises is full of their crowd, stretching to the gate.

Reporters, cops, even civilians and the church people who originally didn’t come for the program.

They came upon hearing what had happened, and they’re also hunting for information.

The injured Church members are nine. Three of them are critical, but none died.

They’ve all been sent to the hospital by the Boulevard, and now cops are examining the scene while also interrogating the Priest.

Tobias wouldn’t go for treatment despite Jude’s persuasion.

He only tied his arm with a black piece of clothe to take the bleeding.

He stood in front of the Church with Jude solid beside him as he answered the boring questions.

“Who do you think did this?”

“Enemies, obviously. No idea what might birth the hate. I’m very easygoing.” Tobias replied easily.

“Are you sure about the easygoing part? Words on the street is that you attended Hollow University.” Another question hit the air.

“Right,” Tobias looked up, brow glitching subtly.

“And you’re a twin to Dean St. Graves, which automatically makes you the second child of the mysterious St. Graves family.” A cop said.

Tobias paused, thinking whoever planned all of these shit really planned well. Look how his life info is all-over the streets for picking.

“That’s a no-brainer,” he responded without flavor. “I’m a St. Graves.”

“And you have a gunshot wound to your arm right now, but it seems like you’re not even feeling it,” a ginger-haired reporter said. “Does that mean the rumours that you were a cultist in school are all true?”

Tobias angled his head, giving that reporter a eerie stare.

“That’s offensive, with all due respect.” Jude told the reporter.

“But rumours sometimes make the truest news!” The reporter adamantly pressed forward, determined. “We heard he was, and is still a dangerous cultist, and now his Church got attacked by maybe a rival cult gang. He got shot, but he’s here answering questions painlessly like it’s not his first gunshot to his body!”

“Have you been shot before?” Another reporter asked.

“Are you really a cultist while still being a Priest?”

“How do you feel about the shot Church members?”

“Do you promise a monitored recovery for them and protection for the Church at large?”

The questions went from twos to threes to fours to uncontrollable.

More reporters poured into the church, carrying their prying cameras around, looking for where to capture Tobias’s voice and face.

But he wasn’t gonna wait for that.

Jude covered him with Yalda and some Odds who’re still posing as church members.

As he was leaving the scene, the reporters followed him, rushing.

In the middle of the chaotic reporters, stood Seraphina. She couldn’t even move with their energy.

She could only stand there, making sure she doesn’t fall with their push.

She stared at Tobias’s tied arm.

She got here few minutes ago to meet this chaos, leaving her overwhelmed.

Now she doesn’t even know what to do, but she’s sure worried.

Worried about his arm.

He doesn’t seem like he’s affected by it. He doesn’t even look like he’s bleeding, but she’s still worried.

Her phone buzzed in her palm, and she lifted the screen to see she just received the mail.

Mail from him.

It’s just coming in now.

“Look who we have here,” a voice her ears doesn’t recognize reached her ears, and that moved her head up.

Ruth stood beside her, arms crossed and eyes carrying dirty hatred that could burn generations down.

A look at her garment, Seraphina knew she was a Nun. A look at her eyes, she knew she doesn’t like her.

Why would a stranger hate her?

“What can I do for you?” Seraphina asked, still confused.

“You can make this atmosphere more livable by vacating this place, adultery-drunk bitch!” Ruth stepped into her face, saying it loud.

“What!” Seraphina’s eyes dimmed.

“Now don’t act like you weren’t in his Rectory, getting sucked like an escort that you are. You got married to the other twin brother, but you’re still going after this one like a worm? You should be ashamed, chic!” Ruth laughed, pointing fingers at her.

Seraphina’s shock was obvious in the way her brows knit together.

Now, the reporters are gone, chasing after Tobias, but the church workers are gathering around to watch.

They encircled Seraphina and Ruth in the middle, wondering what’s on.

“Nun Ruth?” Grace hollered.

“No don’t holler at me right now,” Ruth snapped jealously. “Someone’s here, getting the manhood of two brothers inside herself at the same damn time! Seraphina motherfuckin’ Adulterer! One St. Graves isn’t enough for you, you had to come after the other one too? Low!”

“Ruth!” Grace hollered again.

Seraphina decided to walk away. This can be handled later.

She needs to first find out how Ruth got to know about her moment in Tobias’s Rectory bedroom.

But the moment she tried to step out of the circle, Ruth pulled her back.

“Now don’t run away from your shame, Adulterer!”

Seraphina pushed back too, spooked by her hands on her.

“What the fuck are you on? Don’t touch me!”

“I wouldn’t wanna touch a fuckin bitch too!” Ruth fired. “But I only need you to swear that you weren’t naked in his Rectory days ago, and his mouth wasn’t around your n1pple, motherfucker. Don’t be lying to my face! You were there!”

Seraphina’s jaws dropped.

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