Sweet Sin - S01 E67

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Sweet Sin - S01 E67

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 67

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“Sweet Father?” Dean repeated the words right after Seraphina, like his ears didn’t believe it.

But the scene is right in front of him.

Tobias, standing tall on the staircase, looking down at Seraphina with eyes that makes her look like the last drop of water beneath a river for a parched man who found himself in a dead dessert.

And her? She’s giving him looks that should only be given to a god. Looks that befits a creator—a owner whom she’s not gonna hesitate before falling on her knees in front of.

She looked at Tobias like her only salvation. He didn’t miss that.

It was clear as day, and that little smile on her face plus Tobias’s dirty smirk? The combination is just too much for something that’s happening right under his nose—in his house.

Like a impatient tsunami, he tore between them, wanting to drive a blow into Tobias’s face.

But that plan died as fast as he conjured it. Tobias foresaw his coming. The moment Dean reached between them, he pivoted with a slight notch, to the left.

Dean’s blow met blank space, but Dean was caught instead—by his neck, so damn tight he choked on his own blood circulation and bled straight from the nose.

Behind, Seraphina broke out of her mesmerized haze already. Now, she stared at the playing scene with a stunned expression.

The way Tobias’s hands locked easily around Dean’s neck. Just one hand, and his other hand is in his pocket as if holding Dean in a chokehold is the lightest thing he has ever done.

Under his grip, Dean looks like a servant who angered his master, and now he has to face the music.

Seraphina didn’t know when she grabbed the banister.

She felt her breaths going wild.

What’s going on?

Kelly is still below the staircase, not knowing what to think.

About how Dean stood with Seraphina instead of her?

About how Seraphina and Tobias called each other names?

Or about how Tobias is currently holding Dean in a chokehold.

She’s in a chokehold too, just that there’s no hand on her own throat. But she could feel the pressure.

Dean’s grunts leaked out of his throat as another drop of blood left his nostrils, falling on Tobias’s wrist.

His body has been placed on the railings while Tobias’s face stayed above his own—not glaring, just staring at him with a suffocating gaze which communicated everything he wanted to get across to Dean.

Dean tried, struggled to break free from the trap, but his trials weren’t worth it. He still stayed below.

The third drop of blood landed on Tobias’s wrist from his nose.

“Stop struggling, Dean. We both know you’re not shit without your guards, and even if they were here, bitch, you know I’d end those motherfuckers before they locate their guns.” Tobias spoke, so venomous like his halo.

Dean went still, but his face is all red and burning like coals from the pressure he’s suffering under.

“First, I remember allotting minutes to you when I told you to go get Saint from the Rednecks, but you got there late, and he ended up getting saved by Dora Redd. I can forgive you for that, given that he was saved anyways, but listen…Sugar baby here said you tried to get her towel off her skin in her bedroom. What were you aiming to see? A Bible?”

Behind, Seraphina let out a shaky breaths. So, it’s this?

The reason he was so hellbent on knowing what Dean did to her after he picked her phone? This is it?

He didn’t forget.

Damn, he didn’t.

She calmed herself with a breath, looking forward at the scene with newfound calmness.

And she began enjoying it, too.

She began enjoying the brutality and bloody violence Tobias dished.

“She lives in your house, Dean. Yeah I know that, but who says you could touch her fuckin towel? Her body is off-limits, motherfucker.”

He let go of Dean’s throat, but Dean wasn’t just gonna lay down.

He leapt up—off the railings, and lifted that blow to Tobias’s face again.

This time, Tobias caught the blow, brought it down to the railings, smashed it on the sparkling metals and broke some of his knuckle bones with a dull crack.

Dean fell back on those rails, but not over, cos Tobias’s fist met his throat.

Throat. Exactly on his Adam’s apple.

Dean lost balance totally, falling back on the staircase. Not only his nostrils bled. His mouth spat a copious amount of blood too.

Tobias was swift to move out of the way before the blood could stain him.

He never fights, and this is the reason. Whenever he does, he ends up losing control and killing more people than planned.

There’s never a Killswitch for him the moment he enters hand fight. His fights are a path to massacre.

One hit is fatal.

So he opts for his guns most of the time. He still knows how to stop himself while shooting.

But Dean here deserved it. Dean would always deserve whatever he does to him. Dean deserves to crawl, beg, eat bones and bark.

Another look at Dean, he wants to punch him again, but Kelly got her voice back and screamed.

“Noo!!”

She ran up, widening her arms. She covered Dean from him, facing him with labored breathings.

“Do not touch him again, or I’ll call the cops on your arse!”

“You never fuckin learn, Kelita Price, do you?” Tobias smiled darkly, amused by her threat.

“You’ve wrecked enough havoc! You’ve caused enough damage! You’ve never been a bundle of joy for nobody, and that’s why no one ever choose you! Not your parents, not your brothers, not any of the girls you fucked! Even your cult members are only with you cos they make money, not because they actually like you! Don’t you get it? You’re a neglected piece!” Kelly read extensively, panting high.

“Aren’t we like the same thing now?” Tobias laughed slowly, chest ticking. “In college when you choose Dean, I killed your mother by hanging her under the city bridge. Days ago when you arrested me, I pushed your father in the pool, and he wasn’t interesting to watch. I mean, he didn’t even struggle. Now, Dean is starting to deviate from you too. Kelita, I don’t think you know how far this runs.”

Kelly covered her mouth with her palm, staggering back. She fell on the staircase, sitting right beside Dean, shivering and dying as she stared up at Tobias’s depraved eyes.

“Y…ouuu….my mother…you….did…”

“Wait,” Tobias blinked. “You really thought your mother’s dementia drove her to hang herself like the cops said? Don’t be stupid, Kelita. No one would pull that clean shit off better than me. You betray me, I end everyone who has your DNA. It works that fuckin way.”

“How could you!!!!!” Kelly shot up, tears streaming out of her shocked eyes. “How could you be so…cruel.”

“Bitch, I won’t be the only one who suffers from the ALONE virus. You get it if you fuck me up. Learn the algorithm, and you’ll be surprised.” Tobias threw an hanky at her.

“Wipe your tears, Kelly. You look like a damn scarecrow.” He whispered before turning around.

Seraphina was in shocked mode when he grabbed her by the wrist, taking her out of the house with him.

She couldn’t ask questions till they got to his car where Jude was waiting in the driver’s seat.

Jude got down from the car though, so they have their privacy.

“You… dated Kelly?” Seraphina whispered, low but still audible enough for his ears.

“I don’t date people, Seraphina.” He faced her. “Hold hands under the moonlight? Spend quality boring time? Tell people about yourself? Kiss in the mouth? I’d rather shoot down every inhabitant of this state.”

Seraphina secretly pulled her palm across the leather of her seat, and it left imprints cos it’s sweaty.

“But…she talked about how she choose Dean over you…”

“She did.” He replied, flatly.

Seraphina was again left in the dark, but she doesn’t wanna ask further for the risk of getting a bullet-hole in her head from him.

“You killed her parents,” she muttered, lower than the first.

“I did.” He was flat as he replied again. “Her father supported her dumb decision.”

“And her mother?” She asked.

“She was demented, Seraphina. She ain’t gonna miss her.” His lips curled.

“But it was—”

“Cruel? Uncalled? I know, and that’s exactly why I did.” He cut in.

Seraphina nodded, deciding to get off the topic for now.

“I’ve been reading what you sent. Harder than I expected, but I’m getting it, ‘specially the weapon part.”

“Have you?” He faced her again, a little undetected smile tugging lazily at his wicked lips.

“Yeah,” she smiled back. “And…” She lifted a finger to his chest, poking it. “Maybe the next time you shoot, I’ll be interested in shooting back.”

“Like the sound of that,” he gave her a strange look which made her bite her lip from the inside.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked, slowly.

“You’re beautiful, even without the glam up.” He uttered.

Her smile widened. “Then, why haven’t you ever told me?”

“I don’t compliment people, Seraphina. I hate telling people the obvious. There are mirrors.”

“But you still told me,” she poked his chest with that finger again.

“Cos I wanted to. We have a deal, and till the end of it, I’mma do whatever the hell I want with you.” He cleared.

“Me too,” she quickly added, shifting closer to slip her hand beneath his shirt, crossing over to his body.

His plane of taut muscles and well-set packs, the lines of V on his waist.

When her hand got to that part, she looked up to see him looking down silently at her like a player.

“And I wanted to say I liked what you did to Dean. I could watch that forever, and I wanna see you fight someday. I’mma like it.” She winked.

“You know what?” He roughly grabbed her by the chin, hurling her closer with a brutal pull.

“Father!” She breathed hard.

“Scratch the ‘after the mail assignment’ deal. Come to church in six days at 8.” He ordered.

“And if I don’t?” She teased.

“You will.” He let go of her calmly.

The absence of his fingers on her chin made it feel like a part of it is gone—like his fingers were always there to begin with.

She got down from the car, and Jude got back in, driving out of the estate.

Seraphina watched the car exit till it disappeared out of sight.

Her stomach dipped, reminding her of the Kelly stuff.

Obviously, it’s deeper this.

But if she wants to know anything else at all, she’ll have to find out on her own, or make him spend more time with her till he tells her.

But how?

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