Sweet Sin - S01 E69

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Sweet Sin - S01 E69

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 69

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[Atlanta – Beaufort Estate]

The madam of the house—Mrs. Beaufort, was already waiting eagarly near the circular driveway when a Lincoln drove in smoothly, engines dying as smoothly as it entered.

Mrs. Beaufort’s face shone with instant excitement, but it doubled when the car dooe flipped open, letting Ruth down.

“I swear, I thought you were joking when you talked about coming back, daughter!” Mrs. Beaufort gushed.

“I never joke about things like that, Mama.” Ruth smiled shortly, giving her a little hug.

“Gawd, I missed you.” Mrs. Beaufort breathed. “Did something happen at the church convent? I mean, you still called me not long ago, asking me to help save your boyfriend from the police custody, then yesterday, you called about your comeback.”

“Nothing serious happened,” Ruth shrugged. “I’m just here to take some rest before returning to NYC.”

“But I looked into the man you told me to save from the police. Tobias St. Graves? Your university boyfriend? You didn’t tell me you both were still together!” Mrs. Beaufort blinked. “Also, when I made a call for his release, they said he has already been released. Seems he’s powerful on his own, and I like that. You know I’ve always wanted an independent man who weilds power for you.”

“Mama, there’s a lot to talk about on him, and about a worthless Seraphina Redd. I’ll gist you later, but for now, can we enter? Is there food? I’m starving as hell. I missed Atlanta.”

“Food is hot for you, darling,” Mrs. Beaufort led her in as the maids took her bag from the car.

“Is my brother home?” Ruth asked as the elevator opened.

“Him?” Mrs. Beaufort scoffed. “He’s never in Atlanta, you know it.”

“That rascal,” Ruth laughed as the elevator door closed on them.

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[Six Days Later]

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[Club Quit – Nighttime]

The atmosphere is different tonight. It’s not just club goers or strippers and powerful people in the dark corners watching the sins unfolding.

Odds are here.

So many of them. They were in Yalda’s place as usual, but they decided to take the night fun here, outside the house for once.

They blended in with the crowd so easily, one would think they’re easygoing champs just touring the night with their inkless skins.

The bartender is a female, and Yalda has been sitting with her at the bar for a minute now, refusing to leave even after she got her drink.

The bartender kept staring at her.

“You want sum-?” Yalda rested her elbows on the table.

Shyly, the bartender smiled, dropping ice in Yalda’s drink.

“I said,no ice.” Yalda stressed.

“Oh!” The bartender took the glass, so nervous she spilled some. “I’ll return with another cup of this! Ice-free!”

Yalda’s palm snapped around her fingers, pulling her close suddenly.

The cup fell from her, drink pouring away on the table.

“What exactly do you fuckin want?” Yalda blanked, gritting.

The snow-white bartender boldly leaned in and placed a soft but nervous kiss on Yalda’s cheek.

“Just that… you’re fine…as hell.” She mumbled, still shaky.

Yalda let go of her, smiling dangerously with her gums.

“Everyone who said that to me in the past ended up dying by my hands.”

“What!” The bartender let go.

“Yeah, so bounce!” Migos appeared, pushing the bartender off.

Yalda faced him.

“I get that you were pained to the bones when you found out I was into girls cos you’ve always wanted to fûck me, but this bitching out has to stop, dawg. It’s embarrassing.”

“Bitch, I’m not playing with you tonight. Look behind stylishly, 10 O’Clock.” Migos muttered, seriously.

“It better be worth it,” Yalda pretended to sneeze, turning her face away from Migos.

She caught sight of angle 10 o’clock immediately.

Right there, sat Uncle Will.

“Damn, Wrath’s Uncle?” Yalda muttered, facing Migos. “What the fûck is he doing in here?”

“He’s trying to get in our roots, obviously.” Migos frowned.

“Now that’s dangerous.” Yalda turned serious. “We should tell Wrath.”

“Hey, you both.” Estelle appeared unannounced.

“What the fûck are you doing here?” Migos questioned.

“I’m not gonna rot in the Church, and I know y’all can help me talk to Father. Ruth was sent away, and now the workers are all in lockdown in their quarters, refusing to come out. They said they’re never coming out till Father leaves the Church permanently. I need to survive.”

“And what do we look like?” Yalda leaned back. “Charity workers?”

“But I can do anything!” Estelle continued. “I’m desperate, and y’all could use that and—

Jude entered and grabbed her by her blouse, dragging her out of the club.

“Him too? The fûck is everyone here?” Migos faced Yalda, pissed.

“I’mma tell Wrath about his uncle’s presence before you start yapping about Jude.” Yalda picked her phone.

She stepped away from Migos.

Outside, Jude let go of Estelle at the door, and she let out a gasp.

“You didn’t have to be so rude!”

“I followed you from the Church cos I knew you were coming to do something stupid!” Jude hissed. “You aren’t satisfied with your broken wrist?” He pointed at her bandaged wrist. “You want more from them? You boldly entered a club full of Odds? Are you crazy?”

“I told you I’m serious, I wanna be a part of this shit! I know things will get more dangerous soon cos Father will be leaving the church in few days, and I want my spot!”

“Spot in the graveyard?” Jude scoffed. “The only reason I’m cautioning you is because we’re both from Ohio, and I’d hate to send your body back home, so stop now! It’s Horror Night in two days, and if you get too desperate, you’ll be sacrificed.”

“I don’t care!” Estelle insisted, stumping down the place.

“Dry thing,” Jude muttered.