Sweet Sin - S01 E64

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Sweet Sin - S01 E64

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 64

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[Living Room]

“Is… Father really a cultist?” Estelle asked when the silence in the room felt too heavy to carry.

“You should focus on your broken wrist, Estelle.” Jude sighed.

“Listen,” Estelle breathed, still holding on to that wrist. “Yeah I had a stupid crush on him, and I was on Ruth’s tail to make sure she wasn’t crushing on him too. She knocked me out in her room and I woke up under her bed, then she threatened me with a gun. That bitch has piercings!”

“Why are you telling me these needles tales?” Jude sighed again.

“I’m saying,” Estelle tightened her grip on her broken wrist. “Now, I only wanna make Ruth regret threatening me, and if this stuff brings me money, then I want in too. I promise my crush on Father is gone. I just wanna live. We’re both from Ohio, you know how hard it is to make a living.”

“I don’t wanna talk to you, Estelle.” Jude threw his face away.

“Jude… Jude please….” Estelle tried standing, but that was when Tobias strolled back into the living room.

She stood down.

“She really got it removed?” Jude asked, staring at his arm.

Tobias looked at the arm too.” “Yeah, she did.”

“I knew she wasn’t retarded,” Yalda commented, coming out with a slow grin. “I mean…it takes some balls to get rid of a body bullet without puking. I might like that bitch.”

“Yeah, she’s good.” Jude shrugged.

“How many more laundering proposals did we get today?” Tobias asked her.

“Three more came in today with the initial fifteen, that’s seventeen. At this rate, the safehouse might not be safe for them anymore. We have to speed up the Empire take-back process and get back in business. Damn, I miss the missions. I miss having enough people to kill alone.” Yalda said.

“You’re nasty,” Tobias smirked proudly, walking to the door.

“That’s the real reason you took me into your Hell, Rose.” Yalda grinned freely again.

Tobias opened the door and went out, leaving them inside.

“Where’s Seraphina by the way?” Jude asked.

“There was a hole in the door when I got inside,” Yalda nodded.

“He didn’t shoot her, did he?” Jude said with concern.

“Nah, he probably just shooed her with the shot. She must have said something triggering.”

“Triggering?” Jude frowned.

“Wrath is sensitive about his childhood shit,” Yalda glared. “I’m sure she touched where she shouldn’t have touched, but it’s all good. She’s not dead, chill.”

Jude nodded.

“And what did you mean by missions?”

“You ask too much questions, Jude.” Yalda walked past him.

“I’m a part of this place already, and I’m just curious.” Jude shrugged.

“We launder money for powerful families, ok?” Yalda nodded. “And at times, when shit gets down, we’ll have to steal evidences from police departments, documents from Whitehouse, or get involved in dangerous shootouts while transporting money to our safehouse.”

“Wait…what!” Jude’s arms dropped.

“Yeah, you’re already in it. Don’t cower, buddy.” Yalda pat his chest.

By the door, Estelle listened attentively, and it piqued her interest, but she kept quiet.

Migos came out with a cloth tied around his left leg. He’s limping obviously, but he still looks as arrogant and bitter as ever.

“Limp looks good on you, bro.” Yalda mocked with a chortle.

“Kick rocks,” Migos answered while shooting unfriendly looks at Jude.

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[Outside]

The reporters all got their shit set, and their noises increased the moment they saw Tobias coming out.

He stood by the door, eyes sweeping across the crowd of info hunters.

He didn’t wait for them to talk. He talked first.

“I know y’all got planted here by someone, and I’m not gonna mention the names cos I want us to have a clear agreement here, alright? I’mma need y’all to get off this property before this gets uglier.”

“Are you threatening us, Father Tobias St. Graves?” The ginger-haired reporter assumed, persistent.

Tobias went closer to her in the middle. She smelled him first, then looked at his eyes.

“You smell nice, though.” She complimented with a sly smile.

“I’ll have to go visit the injured Church members at the hospital. I won’t spend the whole night standing here and letting you inhale me.” Tobias said with a deadpan, his eyes lingering slightly on her hair.

“Yeah….I guess,” the woman nodded. “But I’ll see you soon, cos this interview isn’t over. There’s still a lot of unanswered questions.”

She picked up her camera and strapped it over her shoulder, then looked at Tobias again.

“You smell really nice, once again. Maybe next time you’ll tell me your perfume brand name.”

She gave him a wink and left.

Surprisingly, all the other reporters left too, following her as if she led them here which is already obvious.

The coast cleared in about five minutes, and just when Tobias thought it was all over for now, Uncle Will arrived at the Rectory.

“You’re not in the list of the people I wanna meet tonight, Uncle William.” Tobias gave him a sour face.

“I heard about the massacre at your Church, and I just knew you’ve turned this place to your playground, so I had to come see for myself.” Uncle Will frowned, stern.

“Now don’t give me that look,” Tobias frowned back. “You look the way you looked back then when I sat on the table with you teaching me nouns and pronouns. I hate it.”

“Don’t make me regret ever picking you up, Tobias. I’m warning you. Take your madness far away from the Church! You can’t hurt innocent people in your blood game!”

“The blood game hasn’t even started yet, Uncle. Why are you scared?” Tobias strained his eyes like he was struggling to see him. “And talking about regretting picking me, don’t get me started cos you never fuckin picked me. You only did the tutoring cos your damn son was giving you a hard time, you thought of replacing me with that punk. Don’t mix things up. You never choose me. No one ever choose me!”

“Tobias,” Will came closer fast. “It’s not like that. You’re—”

“Spare me the details.” Tobias cut him off crankily and entered the Rectory, slamming the door.

Uncle Will buried his face in his palm. “Damnit!”

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[Nuns Convent]

At 10, the nuns are still outside the passage.

Lights are still on, chats are still heavy.

The Priest and Nun Ruth.

The gist is still fresh, and while some aren’t surprised cos they smelled the corrupt air from Tobias already, a larger percent are in shock, which brought about questions…

How did he make it into seminary?

How did he pass the exams?

Why is there nothing about him on the internet if he’s still a cultist? Unless he wiped everything clean.

How did he even make it into church when his family is mysteriously wrapped around graveyards?

Such questions became prevalent in the grounds of the convent, but as Nun Ruth entered, there was a pause.

She seemed to disappear after the Priest read her sexual life history earlier, she’s only reappearing now.

Thick-skinned, she walked through the passage shamelessly like she wasn’t the topic of discussion, like her linen hasn’t been spread out in the open.

Not minding the disappointed stares and mutterings, she walked.

But she didn’t get to her room successfully.

Nun Grace blocked her path.

Ruth released a heave, facing her. “What do you want from me?”

“Seriously?” Grace blinked. “You should be packing your bags right now, getting ready to leave the convent, cos obviously you’re not fitt to be here just the way the Priest of hell is not fit to be here! This is a holy place, and tainters like you are highly unwelcome. The Church rejects you! You must leave tonight!”

“Just because I fucked the Priest once?” Ruth scoffed.

“The count he did was more than seven, Ruth. It’s too dirty to the ears I can’t even imagine!” Grace shouted. “And even if it had been one, we’re supposed to stay clean, chaste, virgin before stepping this convent as nuns! I dunno how you and the Priest did it, but we need you both out, starting from you Ruth!”

“Yeah, you should leave.” Another Nun stood.

“Vacate the grounds.”

“Leave the Church.”

“Don’t stain the pureness.”

Different utterances from different mouths.

Ruth nodded. “Y’all know that I’m from the President’s family, right?”

“No one’s afraid of your status, Ruth,” Grace pointed at the door. “Leave the Church, now.”

Ruth gave the passage another look, catching the way everyone looked at her like she’s some can of garbage.

She entered her room angrily and stayed behind the door, going down on a squat.

Her garment pulled away from her lap, revealing her thighs.

Wrath’s Girl.

The tattoo sat there darkly.

She kissed it, rubbing the ink.

“Yeah, since I’m doing this shit fully now, I’ll leave the Church.” She looked up. “That Adulterer has to pay heftily, and Tobias? I know how to play my cards for you, bare and naked. You know I love it dangerous.”

“Time to go home.” She got up and began gathering her things.

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