Sweet Sin - S01 E89

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Sweet Sin - S01 E89

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 89

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[Allison’s Mansion]

Allison jumped out of her car and shut the door with a slam.

She had followed the cops car earlier after they took Seraphina, but she lost sight of the car at a point. It’s like the car disappeared on the road after a truck drove past her.

She went to the area stations and beyond, but none of them attested to Seraphina’s arrest. The record of her arrest isn’t anywhere.

And that scared her so much she went to Dean’s office, but she was told Dean rushed off earlier.

Now she’s back home to get the mails of some of her clients so she can ask for help, but she met Acosta waiting in front of the house the moment she came down. He flew to her.

“I’m sorry I came late, Allison. I was given an additional job in….”

“It’s not important anymore now, Acosta. Phina got arrested.” She interrupted his sentence.

“What!” Acosta’s eyes widened. “No, not possible. If her parents made any move to get her arrested, I’d know.”

“It’s not her parents,” Allison gulped. “They called themselves Atlanta police with their arrest warrant, accusing her of attempted murder in Hollow University five years ago.”

“Atlanta?” Acosta repeated. “She didn’t even attend Hollow!”

“I know, and I followed the car, but I lost them, Acosta. I don’t think they’re cops. Maybe they’re disguised? Everyone saw the news of how some illegal transporters disguised as cops to make their transport last night. What if they also disguised as cops to get Phina? I can’t believe this is happening when we called you to help her manage her new building construction…I…I’m not thinking straight I swear. What if they…what…

“Heyyy!” Acosta held her shoulders.

“You know she went through a lot, and now she’s only supposed to calm and enjoy her shine, but it’s not…”

“Allison!” Acosta called.

“I need to go contact some of my clients maybe they can help…”

“She’s connected to Tobias St. Graves, isn’t he?” Acosta said.

Allison blinked back.

“Wait….”

“Yeah, and I believe he’ll fix this.” Acosta assured.

“But I’m still worried…she’s my…”

“I know, and I understand, but bet on Tobias. That motherfucker can get anything done in few secs. He’s freaking rich, I just know it.”

Allison nodded.

“C’mon,” Acosta stroked her shoulders to calm her.

Allison nodded again.

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[Heart of NYC Land]

When Jude and Yalda stopped the car right in front of the property, they met more than chaos.

It was insane…the number of reporters and cops present.

The land has been surrounded with the stupid police tape like snakes, making the place as crime scene.

Even civilians are there, wanting to get a glimpse of the dead bodies.

“This is…” Jude muttered.

“Well planned,” Yalda added.

“I’m telling you…” Jude scoffed.

Yalda made to come down, but Jude pulled her back.

“No! Your face…”

“I wore a brown wig and a darker foundation during the transportation last night, so don’t worry… I’ll never be recognized. Odds are always in light disguises during missions.”

“Oh…” Jude released her.

They came out of the car and had to force their way closer, but they weren’t allowed to go beyond the rope. Cops stopped them.

“We need to be in there.” Yalda said.

“This is a marked crime scene, and who are you?” A cop queried.

“Workers for the owner of this land,” Yalda brought out Tobias’s business stamp out of her pocket.

“Now?” She rolled eyes at the cop.

They were allowed to go past the rope, and truly, five dead bodies lay cold in the middle of the land.

They’re already smelling, full of motis. They had to plug their noses.

“Shit..” Jude muttered, seeing the faces of the bodies. They’re kids, maybe below sixteen.

All of them.

“Did they have to use kids?” Jude continued, raging.

“Valhalla?” Yalda scoffed. “They’d use themselves if need calls for it.”

“What’s to be done now?” Jude asked.

“This land is to be confiscated by the government till this investigation has a strong evidence stating that the owner of this land is not involved in the killing of these kids.” The female cop said behind.

They both turned.

“And where is the evidence that he was involved in the first place?” Jude confronted, angry.

“This is his land, in his name!” The cop glared. “Of course he’s the prime suspect. Tobias St. Graves, isn’t he?”

“I assume he has fucked you before,” Yalda stepped in. “You say his name like you know how his dick feels.”

“Oh dear, everyone in this city knows the name of that criminal and the havoc he wrecks. And the transportation that happened last night? He’s the prime suspect.”

“Where is the evidence to support your claims?” Yalda pushed the chest of the cop intentionally. “Your breàsts feel soggy, not something I’d wanna put my mouth on to suck!"

“You’ll be arrested for obstruction of investigation!” The cop threatened.

“Yeah I’d like to know how the cell walls feel…wank!” Yalda shot.

“Yalda!” Jude pulled her back.

“Just you wait…” The cop smiled. “Evidences are coming, and once we find just a tiny bit to nail your First Man? He’ll be gone for life.”

“You sound retarded!” Yalda shouted.

“Yalda!” Jude pulled again. “Someone’s watching us.”

Hearing that, Yalda calmed, looking sidewards briefly.

In the middle of the crowd, Uncle Will stood, weird.

“That man gives me a bad gut feeling,” Yalda muttered. “Why the fûck is he everywhere, watching?”

By the far back, at the roadside, a limousine sat on the tar. Inside it, sat Genevieve, Marley and Kimmy.

They watched what’s going on satisfactorily.

“Knew this would go as planned…” Marley laughed.

“Doublecross-ing us should be in his list of never-to-do’s.” Genevieve said as she retouched her lipstick.

“I was starting to think your Valhalla is useless, they proved me wrong….” Kimmy chuckled from the back.

“There’s an official meeting tonight, and I can’t wait for Leader’s new horizon.” Marley mentioned.

“You think he’ll be initiating Dean?” Genevieve looked up from her mirror

“It took us months to complete our sins, Genevieve…” Marley scoffed. “You had to lust after your driver, had him inside you and killed him. I had to lust over the maid too and killed her after tasting her. We had to greedily take contracts that weren’t ours and hate our family friends, and of course we both had to kill people we loved in this family. It took us months, but Dean received his invite last week, and you’re talking about initiation? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Try to understand my eagerness,” Genevieve scoffed. “If we could have Wrath Investments Empire under the club wing, Dean will be easy to control. Imagine a grownup man receiving order from someone to get married to the Frump.”

“I still wonder who he got the order from till now. That simp.” Marley grinned, relaxing.

Noticing Kimmy’s silence, Genevieve looked back to see Kimmy’s face in her phone, texting relentlessly.

“You look troubled.” She chirped.

“Acosta was reported to have left the office since an hour ago, and I’ve been trying to reach him. He’s neither returning my calls nor replying my text messages.” Kimmy said.

“Just get his arse divorced and stop training headache in form of a husband!” Marley snapped.

“His parents asked for help, and they agreed to give their son as leverage. You decided to marry the son, and I kindly agreed. Now that he’s depreciating, just let him go.”

“You both can’t deny he’s the best Project Manager ever in Redd Holdings. He does his work well and you both even forbade him from working for others.” Kimmy hissed.

“Did you just defend him?” Marley looked back too.

“Just stating the obvious.” Kimmy dropped her phone.

“I’ll grill him if he’s cheating on you.” Genevieve promised.

“And where is Dora? Is she married to her Fashion Clan these days? She’s never at home.” Marley complained.

Genevieve’s phone buzzed.

“Talk of the devil..” she smiled when she saw it’s Dora’s text.

Dora: I need your help, mum. I need you to get rid of Bexley Hart for me.

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