Sweet Sin - S01 E68

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Sweet Sin - S01 E68

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 68

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[Inside the Mansion]

Dean is awake now.

He had coughed back to life after Kelly gave him a cupful of water, but he’s still on that staircase, sitting with his head lulled back.

Kelly stood in front of him—two steps away though, arms crossed as she stared at him, expecting him to break, fall and tell her what she wants to hear, but that time doesn’t seem like it’s approaching.

“You’re gonna have to talk to me, Dean. Say something and decrease the fire burning in me!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Kelly.” Dean massaged himself slowly on the throat.

Bloodstains painted his nose, down to his lips and chin.

“You came in here when I was obvious in need of help, but you went straight to your wife to—”

“That’s because I need her for my Valhalla shit!” He interrupted.

“I can’t hear you!” She gasped.

“Lust!” He stood suddenly. “I have to lust over someone and win their heart over with lust disguised as love. That was the fourth sin in the envelope. I must commit, and I choose her as the way to do it!”

Kelly went silent for a heartbeat, then continued. “You could have told me, Dean.”

“I planned to tell you after I win her over. Fûck!”

“Well you aren’t winning shit cos she’s obviously fuckin’ your brother! The moment I saw her all glammed up and shit, I knew it!” She laughed. “The same brother who got you in a chokehold and also punched you once, and you went weak!”

“Of course he did!” Dean glared. “cos he’s trained and I’m not, Kell. As youngsters, i went from school to home tutorials everyday just to stay in line in my academics and continue getting our parents care, but him? He barely stayed in school. It was from one fighting ring to another!”

“So what now?” Kelly laughed. “Now he can bring you down with one punch? When he slashed us both in university, your excuse was that he caught you off-guard, so you couldn’t retaliate, but that was a lie cos you ain’t doing nothing! If I knew you were this weak, I’d never chose you!”

“What!” Dean’s mind spun.

“Yeah, you heard me!” Kelly snapped. “If I stayed with him, my parents would still be alive, I wouldn’t have a fuckin slash scar on my scalp, and I’d be the girlfriend of a powerful, rich capable Wrath instead of getting stuck here with you who can’t do shit to nobody without your guards!”

Dean’s slap crowned her statement for her. The hit met her face with a unexpected slam which made her hair scatter, webbing her face.

Kelly parted the hair from her face, slowly. She slid the bunched locks to the back of her ear, revealing her hot-red streaked cheek.

She said nothing.

She only picked her bag and walked out. Her thugs wanted to follow her out, but Dean stopped them.

“Take Seraphina’s things back into her room, or no one is stepping out alive.” He pulled his gun.

Seeing his seriousness and the loaded gun, the thugs didn’t get obstinate.

They began packing the bags back up one by one while Dean stood there.

He got his answer.

The answer he has been looking for is now right in front of him.

The strange caller, it’s Tobias.

Tobias is the one who has been going down between his wife’s legs.

Why?

That bastard never ate pussy.

Not Kelly, not Ruth’s, not anybody’s.

The rumour was popular in Hollow University among the girls he fucked. No matter how far he went with his fantasies, he’d never kiss anyone, and he’d never go down on anyone.

So why the fûck…did he go down on Seraphina—his wife.

The thought of Tobias’s head between those legs made him swell again with rage he didn’t know was within him.

He shouldn’t be feeling this way.

Not about Seraphina.

But it’s not even something he can struggle about. And lust? Bullshit.

Lust doesn’t feel like this.

Lust would make him want her body only, not make him buy her congratulatory flowers or forgive her for crashing a vase on his head.

What’s going on?

By now, the thugs have finished packing, and they’ve left.

He dipped his hand in his pocket and brought out the invite envelope.

With bloody mouth and nose, he stared at it, sniffling.

He has to speedup commiting these sins and be a part of Valhalla soon. He needs their urgent protection.

And Wrath Investments Empire? That place is already embedded under his flesh. If Tobias decides to take it by force, then the moment it happens, that Empire falls to pieces.

He made sure of that.

It means for the Empire to function, he has to stay fine and alive.

He’s sure even Tobias would be shocked when he finds out what he did in secret too.

He lowered the letter back in his pocket, and Seraphina came back inside, looking satisfied when she saw her things have been cleared.

She climbed up, walking past him on that staircase. He caught a whiff of oud from her skin.

Tobias’s perfume.

She must have entered the car with him. Did he eat her in the car too?

But even if he did, he can’t do a thing—for now.

Initially, he was working towards making Tobias stay down, but now, the plans have changed.

Now, he’ll be working towards making Tobias drop dead.

He turned around, watching Seraphina as she strode to her room.

That ass. That body.

She entered her room, shutting the door loudly.

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[A Boulevard Meet]

Allison looked as intentional as ever as she entered, brown leather coat swirling with the gentle breeze.

This place is a business spot where clients meet, so it ain’t busy. Just few people sipping wine and talking with suitcases and papers over tables.

Allison located the people she came to see very fast—the Redds.

Kimmy and Marley sat at the most ridiculously obvious spot in the Meet, just like they always did.

Allison took her seat in front of them. She positioned her purse on the table before throwing them a bitter glance.

“You’re ten minutes late, Allison Hart.” Marley gave her a glare.

“I was planning to be an hour late and make you wait like peasants, be glad I’m here earlier.” Allison sighed.

Marley chuckled, lethal over his thin mouth like toxin. “You’re interesting, like your sister Bexley.”

“What do you know about my sister?” Allison leaned forward, mean.

“We’re not here to talk about your sister, and you know your lateness and your unneeded bites can cause deduction from your pay, right?” Kimmy stated like a threat.

“Oh, my client mentioned I must charge as high as I want for this networking shit, and deduction only means y’all aren’t ready. I’ll get two million dollars in my account before we start talking.” Allison smiled.

“You aren’t connecting us to meet the President, bitch!” Marley shot.

“Yeah, but I’m connecting you to meet a man you need, bastard. The owner of the land you need for your next big project, and without it, you’ll have to start scrambling for lands outside NYC which is unadvisable for now cos of the hike outside.”

“You’re a real wench,” Kimmy cussed. “But I never expected less from someone who rolls with the Frump.”

“My client….” Allison sighed, bringing out a picture from her purse.

She dropped it on the table.

Marley picked it up.

It turned out to be the majestic back view of a man in suit.

Just the back view alone commanded a kind of unbeatable aura even Marley couldn’t deny on his seat.

“What’s the name?” He asked curiously. “And who the hell is he?”

“He’s a foreigner, and the name? It’ll be hidden till you meet him and see for yourself.” Allison said, careful. “He wants to meet and negotiate next week, but you wanna get the venue and time? I need that credit alert.”

Marley exchanged glances with Kimmy. Now, they can’t escape paying this bitch in front of them.

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