Sweet Sin - S01 E85

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Sweet Sin - S01 E85

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 85

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[Asphalt Kings Road]

Weirdly, tonight is wrong.

Everything felt wrong.

The race is on, but no one’s chanting Saint’s name as usual, and that’s because he’s not leading.

Tino is leading despite his wounded arm, and Saint isn’t even number two. One of the Rednecks is number two, then Saint came after.

“Tino Hallows!!!”

“Valentino!!!!!”

The scream of Tino’s name took over the road, shocking Saint’s supporters.

Even the Redneck who’s at number two, his gang rented the road with his name, and that drowned out Saint’s name completely. No one talked.

Dora who’s in the crowd removed her shades, focusing with a gasp.

“What the fûck is up with him?”

Saint got down from his bike even before he arrived at the finishing spot. He took off his helmet and didn’t bother to take bottled water to wash his face like he does.

What’s there to wash?

He didn’t sweat.

The Rednecks yelled mockingly at his face, glad that he lost his spark for tonight, but girls who came to the road just to watch saint are silent.

Saint went to the back of the crowd, breathing softly till Tino met him.

“Dude, what was that?”

“What was what?” Saint frowned.

“You on the road! You didn’t race! You simply just drove through!”

“I don’t have the energy to engage in shit tonight, Tino. Where the hell is Bexley?” Saint came clean.

Tino blinked.

“This is about Bexley? This is really, really about Bexley?”

“What?” Saint scoffed.

“She’s a wench who handed you over to the Rednecks! She dislikes you!”

“I like that she dislikes me.” Saint cleared.

“No you don’t,” Tino’s eyes changed.

“Yes, I do…” Saint argued.

“I said no, you don’t!!” Tino grabbed Saint by the chin, suddenly.

“What the fûck, Valentino!” Saint pushed him off, peeved.

Tino got back to his senses, roughing his hair. “Look, I’m sorry, but—”

“The only night I decided to come watch you race, you ruined my experience.” Bexley’s voice said behind, and Saint has never turned as fast as he turned.

When he saw her behind, his satisfaction was obvious.

Bexley stood there in her turtleneck sweater and leggings and beanie cap, all to cover up her scars.

She left Valhalla infirmary this afternoon, and she planned to start her revenge immediately.

She wasn’t going after Saint, but Dora did her dirty. Why not just go after him and drive Dora insane?

That’ll be the start.

“Vexley,” Saint intentionally called the wrong name.

“Paint.” She returned the energy, staying frank as Saint came closer.

“Where did you disappear to? Mercury?”

“Saturn,” she crossed her arms. “Maybe because it shares the same first letter with your name.”

Saint frowned.

“You sound new. Did something happen to share?”

“Share over a cup of alcohol?” She suggested.

“Yeah… right…” He nodded, going for his bike. He brought it closer, giving his helmet to Bexley.

Bexley wore it over her beanie cap, then she climbed behind Saint.

“Be right back, Valentino.” Saint told Tino who looked stupid.

Saint moved the bike, and Bexley intentionally tightened her arms around him, her eyes meeting with Dora in the crowd.

The bike drove past Dora, and Bexley winked at her under the helmet.

Dora’s shades fell.

Tino’s jaws hardened.

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[Next Day – Dean’s Estate]

Seraphina stood in front of her newly finished piece of crochet, looking like a proud CEO of her brand.

She kissed the crochet in the body of the life-size doll and even hugged it.

This is gonna go for auctioning as a one-of-it’s-kind crochet. The only piece in the world.

She hasn’t heard about crocheting companies doing auction before or one piece stuff. She’ll be the first, and she just hopes this idea works.

She needs funds to start her company building on the land Sugar Daddy gave to her. She wants to work for the money, hard by herself.

She has enough money to start the building project though. She has enough money to lay foundation and bring it up few inches.

But she needs a Project Manager before she’d venture into it.

And Allison is needed. Allison knows people. She’ll need to contact Allison.

She covered the crochet with a muslin fabric curtain and stepped back into her bedroom.

The first thing she noticed was the box of jewelry on her vanity, and the necklace sitting in a box on top of it.

The necklace Tobias gifted her.

It’s the first time she received such expensive jewelry piece, and now it’s becoming an habit cos her most expensive gifts have been coming from him.

First, the land.

Second, her confidence and spark.

Now this exquisite jewelry.

Yeah, confidence and spark is part of it. She talked on the podium at the press-con without stuttering. She faced cameras without panicking, and now she’s wearing things she was scared to wear before, also putting the rarest irresistible touches into her crochets. She grew, a lot.

She touched the necklace, her ass throbbing from yesterday’s sex.

“Jerk…” She muttered, again.

Her eyes crossed to the gold color gun inside the drawer, and she picked it up. She picked a drawer too and went to the room wall to draw a circle.

She stepped to the other end of the room, and from there, she aimed for the center of the circle.

Balanced breaths, balanced arms, stable finger, stable eyes.

She imagined the hole as her parents, and she released the bullet.

It travelled straight into the wall, hitting the center of the circle.

Her hand went down with a gasp from her throat.

Her eyes came wide, too.

She actually hit it!

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