Sweet Sin - S01 E74

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Sweet Sin - S01 E74

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 74

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[Atlanta – Beaufort Mansion]

“You really meant it when you said you’re still gonna go back to New York City?” Mrs. Beaufort sat across Ruth who’s chewing caviar and watching a Nat Geo wild show on TV.

“I never play about my plans, Mama. Need to return to NYC and get what I deserve, also give a bitch what she actually deserves.” Ruth hummed, lazily.

“The Seraphina Redd?” Mrs. Beaufort got interested.

“What if I told you this girl is the reason I got bedridden five years ago?” Ruth got serious.

“Are you saying?” Mrs. Beaufort blinked rapidly.

“Yeah. She’s a bloody illiterate who’s obsessed with Toby. When she saw how deep my relationship with him ran, she sent people to attack me in my hostel and waterboard me.”

“What!” The mother got up, face squeezing. “And you didn’t tell me since then? You know I’d have made sure she stayed jailed! Why the fûck would you keep this!”

“I knew she’d get jailed, exactly why I didn’t tell, mum. I’m God-fearing, and you know it. I don’t want someone in jail because of me.” Ruth shrugged.

“I’m saying this softhearted nature of yours will be the end of you! You know your brother will wanna burn the whole family of that girl if he hears about this, right?” Mrs. Beaufort raged.

“Speaking of him, he hasn’t been picking calls nor replying messages. Is he planning on touring the world forever? Even dad is always on his business trips” Ruth rolled eyes.

“Your brother will come back whenever he sees fit, but this one you just told me? I’ll handle it first. I need to call the NYC police department.” Mrs. Beaufort rushed upstairs.

Ruth lay back on the couch, smiling. “Seraphina…” She sounded like she knew exactly what she just did. “He’ll not be able to save you from this sea you’re about to fall in.”

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[NYC – Saint’s Mansion]

Dora has been standing in front of the house for ten minutes now, staring and smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Her broken nose has a slim plaster on it, and her shades are intact.

She wore her brand hoodie and the joggers, hood over her head. She didn’t have to break doors or tamper with locks. She has an extra keycard to this place, so her entry was easy.

She slid into the house, hanging her shades behind her ears and letting it rest on top of her head.

She inhaled the air, deeply.

The show he came to pull at her Fashion Clan? It only made her love him more. Yeah, he destroyed like seven expensive designers before the securities were able to drag him out, but her adequate fashionistas are always available to replace his damages. By tomorrow, the designers will be back in new glasses.

If anything, she got to see his dick when he brought it out to pee. She saw his balls before, but she has seen his dick now.

It’s a complete sight.

Bexley can die wherever she is, she doesn’t care. She’s here, right in his house. His first race this week is tommorow, and she can’t wait to go cheer him up again.

She hugged everything holdable in the house. Even the ones that aren’t holdable.

She ate cornflakes and raw noodles from his kitchen, then milk from his freezer. Upstairs, she used his bathroom and dried her body with his towel, making sure she wiped her p$ssy excessively with it.

She used his cream, stole his boxers to wear before she got dressed again. She fell in his bed and had a really long sleep for an hour.

She left after she woke up.

And a few minutes after, Saint came in with Tino rushing after him.

“Saint! SS!!”

“What!!” Saint turned angrily.

“I’m not trying to get your angry, man. I was only saying peeing on her store wasn’t necessary! Bro, you revealed your dick and all.”

“Why would me revealing my dick be an issue when the dick is with me? I can do whatever the fûck I want with it, and by the way, I haven’t even seen Bexley!” Saint shouted.

“Bexley handed you over to Rednecks!” Tino argued, getting angry. “Why the fûck are you worried about that bitch!”

“Cos she’s my bitch! I blew up her car, revenge served! Now, I want her to come kidnap me again.” Saint cleared.

“You’re insane!” Tino breathed.

“Thank you!” Saint rushed upstairs.

Tino rushed after him, expecting their bicker to continue.

Getting to the room, he met Saint standing still by the door.

“This isn’t the way I left my shit.” Saint muttered. “My pillows are always at both ends of my bed, but now, they’re in the middle.”

“Could be you forgot the usual placement, don’t sweat over it.” Tino blew it off quickly.

“I never forget shit!” Saint faced him. “Someone was in here.”

“What!” Tino scowled.

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[Redd Family Hospital]

Marley was saved by the doctors, luckily. He was loaded with flushers immediately she was taken into the ward, and now, he’s regaining strength, palm heavily bandaged.

Kimmy is inside with him, but they’re not saying anything to each other.

The guards inside the ward are much, but outside? It’s worse. One would think it’s the President inside.

No words were said till Genevieve rushed inside, gasping.

“Marley!”

“Told you it was fatal,” Kimmy said.

“Oh my!” Genevieve threw her purse. “I was on my movie set, and my manager didn’t give me my phone early! What the fûck!”

“Exactly like I told you on phone.” Kimmy sat.

“That cursed child again?” Genevieve sneered. “And now, Wrath is really out of the Church, and he’s with her? She should have died along with the others back then. Should have killed her!”

“And why is your husband Acosta not here? Where’s Dora?” Marley glared.

“You know Dora closes late from work.” Genevieve quickly defended.

“And Acosta…took Peach out… according to the maids.” A guard reported.

“He has no use! Absolutely no use!” Marley got up, blind with rage. “You might have to file him a divorce one of these days.”

“Can we focus on this issue at hand first?” Kimmy said.

“Wrath knows I’m never the one to back down fast,” Market sat back. “We’ve been on this war since he was in University, and it’s not getting over anytime soon. Call Xero, Gene. Call him.”

Genevieve pulled out her phone and dialled Xero’s line.

One ring, and it connected.

“This ain’t the time to bug me with calls. We suspect Wrath might be making his first transport to his safehouse in two days, and I’m busy giving anonymous Intel to the FBI.” Xero said with impatience.

“I don’t care how you do it, Leader, I want like ten bodies on Wrath’s land.” Marley huffed.

“The land is Wrath’s?” Xero didn’t sound surprised.

“Obviously it is,” Marley gritted. “Get blood on the land and make sure the value depreciates.”

“You can look forward to it.” Xero grunted into the speakers.

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