Sweet Sin - S01 E82

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Sweet Sin - S01 E82

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 82

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[Tobias’s Oddsion]

At 8pm, the first police car with Yalda and Migos inside it drove out of the large compound.

The money truck went next. Inside, there’s Tobias. He’s acting like the driver whose car was confiscated.

Another police car is behind him with two other Odds in uniform.

Few minutes after they exited, the other cars containing the backup Odds followed them smoothly.

Sensing they’re few in the house, Jude found his way to the slaughterhouse which wasn’t very hard to locate cos of the metal door and the tiny ventilating holes on it.

He opened it slowly, met with drowning darkness. He had to turn on his phone screen to help him locate the light switch.

He punched it on, and the thin strip of light poured in the house, showing Estelle on floor, bleeding and battered. Her face is as swollen as a beaten animal’s, and her cheeks are the worse. It looked like she hid eggs there. Her clothes are all tattered and bloody. She’s barely covered.

Even the shoes are gone, and her hair? She might be suffering from hair loss cos it’s shredding. Her eyes are cocooned in the middle of her facial swells. It’s debatable if she can even see right now.

“I warned you… Estelle…” Jude crouched beside her.

Her swollen mouth opened slightly. “I…I just…” She started, crying cos even talking hurts. “I just wanted to survive, Jude….I…”

“Well, you should have been cautious about it, cos look where your plan got you to.” Jude sighed.

“The lady….she beat me like a pig… she’s…she’s heartless. She wouldn’t listen when I pleaded.” Estelle sniffled, eyes still closed.

“Yeah, Yalda is heartless, but what would you say if Migos handled you? That bastard is insufferable.” Jude scoffed, shrugging off his jacket.

“Where’s… where’s Father?” Estelle’s eyes opened a tiny bit.

“If he handled you, you’d be dead right now. He only tortures when he’s bored. He’s more interested in spilling blood and killing people straight. You should be glad his boredom didn’t reach you.” Jude covered her with the jacket.

“Can you help me convince them that I only wanna survive?” Estelle’s eyes closed back. “I swear, I have no ill-intensions. I’m plain.”

Jude stood, sighing.

“I’ll try my best.”

And with that, he stepped away. He returned to the park and pulled out the one remaining truck.

He got in the truck and drove out of the compound too.

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The road felt like the playgrounds of Odium tonight. No halts, no stops, no hitch or stumps.

The drive from the Oddsion to the safehouse is roughly an hour, and they’ve been on it for forty minutes now. Twenty more minutes, they’ll arrive and win against the government again.

Migos drove the first car, hands rolling on the wheel like his precious toy. The second car that’s driven by Tobias looks like a jet on tar.

He rarely drives, but when he does, he flies like a bird.

The third car was handled by a female Odd, and she’s just as mad as her leaders, leaping.

No police checkpoints. No unnecessary stops, and it almost feels like a blessing, but Tobias knew better. When things are silent,it means something bad is coming.

He hates the sound of silence.

He strapped his black balaclava on and rolled up his glass, swerving the car into the last avenue they’d cross before they’ll get to the safehouse.

This avenue is long with unending streetlights and no roadsigns.

And his expectations finally came to pass when uniformed FBI agents spilled on the road upfront.

There are so many of them like they were pre-informed.

Migos’s hand tightened on the wheel, and Yalda cussed loudly.

“Fûck!”

“Are you surprised?” Migos sighed. “This was bound to happen, considering the fact that the Valhalla rats Leader would do anything to fûck this transportation up.”

He stopped the car and stepped out with Yalda, both looking smart in their uniforms. Migos covered his scar with a perfect foundation, so he’s scarless right now.

The suspicious FBI agents asked for their duty IDs, and they immediately provided the fake ones they have in their pockets. Forged IDs of real police officers in the region.

“And this?” One of them pointed at the truck in the middle.

Tobias’s truck.

“A cocaine transporter, caught over-speeding on the tar. We’re on our way to the crime division.” Yalda responded as cool as possible.

From the second police car behind the truck, the two other Odds disguised as cops stepped down too.

This fake IDs were also checked, and it marked as real, but they look more interested in the middle truck.

“Get the criminal out.” They ordered.

“I don’t think you have the right to jump into this arrest, with all due respect.” Yalda told the agent.

“I said,” the agent glared. “Get the criminal out, now.”

Migos wanted to say something offensive, but he was secretly held back by Yalda.

One of the other Odds opened the truck door, and Tobias jumped out, taller than everyone of the agents.

He looks like a real cocaine criminal in his black clothes and the balaclava which only let his lips and eyes show.

He wore lenses, so his eyes aren’t blue now. They’re grey.

“And why the fûck would a criminal drive after he got caught? The logical logic is to get him handcuffed and have one of y’all cops handle his truck.” The agent retorted.

“Shit, you’re as ugly as your questions.” Migos said when he lost his patience.

“You said?” The agent came closer, his ears catching the insult.

“Here! A new info from the region division!!” Another agent yelled from the back, and that agent rushed behind to check.