Sweet Sin - S01 E87

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Sweet Sin - S01 E87

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 87

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[Wrath Investments Empire]

Dean rushed out of his office, pocketing his phone.

His Manager ran after him.

“Sir! The paperwork needs finishing before noon! Sir!”

“My wife needs me, now!” Dean snarled at the Manager.

“Seriously?” Kelly appeared from the Analyst’s office, blocking him.

Dean’s phone buzzed with a text, from Uncle Will.

Uncle: Come see me!

“Your wife?” Kelly repeated.

“Everyone needs to leave me alone right now!!” Dean yelled, angry.

Kelly shifted.

“I’ll be right back,” Dean uttered before stepping away.

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[Tobias’s Oddsion]

Estelle is out of the slaughterhouse. She came out alive, surprisingly.

First of her kind.

Now, she’s inside the Oddsion, looking sick with her bruises.

She badly needs a bath, cos she smells. She’s at one of the balconies, on the floor, surrounded by Odds which includes Jude.

The entry of Tobias made everyone shift back so he could enter the circle.

Estelle coughed once, and blood escaped her lips.

“Don’t fuckin stain my floor with blood,” Tobias warned. “I love blood only when I shed it myself.”

Estelle quickly covered her mouth, stopping the blood from dropping.

Tobias sat in front of her, and Jude passed him his already lit cigar.

He had a drag and rested his elbow on the armrest, so the cigar burned away above his ears.

“So,what can you do?” He questioned suddenly, and Estelle looked up.

Scared to meet the villainous eyes of Tobias, she looked at Jude.

“Talk!” Jude snapped.

“I…” She faced Tobias.

“Yes?” He took another puff.

“I can kill,” she finished.

“Anybody can kill, that’s nothing to wow about, Es….”

“Estelle, that’s my name.” She sniffled.

“What can you do for me, Estelle?” He repeated, darker.

“I can transport drugs..”

“Bitch, I don’t do drugs business!” He picked his gun, pissed. “I’m not some fuckin cartel or shit! I challenge the government and play Gawd!”

“I can be your rat and gather information!!!!” She shouted in front of the gun. “I’ll die for you without hesitation!! I just want to live good!!!”

Tobias lowered his arm, nodding. “See? Now we have an understanding. I have enough rats around, but let’s see what an additional rat can do.”

He faced a female Odd.

“Get her cleaned up, and prepare her for her first mission in three days.”

“Copied,” the female dragged Estelle up and took her away.

Migos came in.

“Your heart of NYC land has been sabotaged, Rose. Five bodies were found on it this morning, and reporters are flanking it as we speak.” He reported aptly.

“Hmm,” Tobias sounded. “The Redd family are smart at times.

I’m impressed.” He smiled.

Yalda came in with a bandaged arm next, looking mad.

“Wrath, a case was filed against Seraphina. Ruth is behind it, and Seraphina has been arrested by the Atlantic police force.”

Tobias dropped his cigar immediately.

“Ruth…” He tipped his head back, closing his eyes as he cracked his neck. “Ruth…. Ruth!”

“You need me to storm her house in Atlanta and push her off the skyscraper?” Yalda asked.

“Not yet,” Tobias responded. “For now, call my attorney.”

“Of course,” Yalda left to do that.

“And fuel the jet, Migos.” Tobias faced the angry bird. “I need to be in Atlanta in few minutes.

“You’ll be taking the jet to the Atlanta police station for the sake of a Meat? Rose, your land was sabotaged!”

“I heard you, and the sabotaged land is still under my control cos I expected the Redds to play dirty. Now, go fuel the fuckin’ jet.”

“She’s…she’s just a golddigger anyways. Seraphina wouldn’t come to you if you weren’t rich!” Migos claimed. “Her and her dull head.”

Tobias dropped his cigar for Jude, and Jude took it, respectfully.

“I didn’t quite catch that,” He faced Migos again. “Talk to me, dull what?”

“She’s dull!” Migos stubbornly repeated to Tobias’s face.

Tobias pulled a knife—not the wasp knife. A normal combat knife.

He pulled it from under his jacket and sank the blade into Migos’s muscled chest, laughing crazily as it went all the way in.

“Rose….” Migos’s veins stretched on his forehead, eyes reddening to the corners as his blood spread. “Rose….”

“Dull what?” Tobias demanded insanely, laughter dying. He pushed the blade into Migos’s chest again like he wants the handle to go in too.

“You want me to fuel the jet with your blood? Huh!!!!???”

TBC