Sweet Sin - S01 E93

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Sweet Sin - S01 E93

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 93

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“What do you think you’re doing!” Uncle Will appeared from nowhere.

He snatched the paper from Dean and got in the way instead, facing Tobias who’s too calm.

“What do you think you’re doing, Tobias?”

“What’s this?” Tobias muttered, words drier than dry. “You’re not only stalking my people, but also stalking me?”

“You’re my son, Tobias.” Uncle Will stepped closer, and Tobias’s chin sent up slightly as he stared down at him.

“You, Saint, and Dean! Y’all are my sons’! Your mother died while giving birth to her only female baby who was supposed to be her last born, and your father poisoned himself to follow her! Your father left a note, begging me to take care of y’all and never leave y’all, and that’s what I’ve been doing! You’ve decided to keep blossoming in insanity, and I’ve decided to let you, but what you won’t do is burn your brother with that insanity again!”

“Notice how you didn’t mention your real son when you were mentioning and counting your sons’,” Tobias’s eyes rolled down to meet Uncle Will’s. “Your son who’s older than me. When I was in elementary first year, he was in his last year, but still…he formed a gang with Dean and always tried to bully my face.”

Tobias laughed, and Uncle Will went rigid.

“But I’m glad I drove a nail into his fuckin’ knee, and till now, he has a bad knee that can never be ok.” Tobias laughed in clear mockery.

“Tobias!” Uncle Will cautioned.

“He was never ready to learn! Dean who was his junior wrote all his exams for him, and the ones Dean couldn’t write for him, he payed people to write them for him. He didn’t turn out to be the perfect son you wanted, Uncle, and that’s why you tried to replace me with him by tutoring me!” Tobias snarled.

“Stop it!!!” Will yelled, getting severely hit by the plainness and bluntness of the words.

“Stop what?” Tobias muttered, face carrying ruthlessness which drove Uncle Will back.

“Where’s he now?” Tobias added. “Somewhere in Seattle or Texas, squatting with a friend?”

“I said stop!!” Uncle Will raised his hand to Tobias’s face.

Tobias leaned into that hand, expecting the slap, but Uncle Will’s hand went back down.

“I came here to talk to you about your inappropriate frolics with Dean’s wife. You’re not going to push me.”

“I don’t think frolic is the right word for it,” Tobias leaned back. “Call it taking what has always been mine.”

“She’s not your thing!” Dean finally found his voice back, stepping in. “Even if she’s going to be prisoner overnight, she’ll be a prisoner in my house instead of yours!”

“Prisoner?” Tobias frowned slightly, disgusted. “Sera ain’t my prisoner. Ever seen a prisoner who sleeps on the bed of her Master? Who enters her Master’s jet?”

Dean breathed in.

“You see her as a prisoner, I see her as a lady who needs to be seen and heard, and taken care of and spoilt.” Tobias finished and nodded.

“You’re endangering her life, it’s a fact!” Uncle Will talked again. “You ruin everything with your Fear of Abandonment. Whenever you notice a little change, you overthink and take drastic actions! You know it,I know it, we all do!”

Tobias sighed, a little glint of confirmation crossing his eyes before he slipped on his mask of indifference again.

“And?” He said.

“Wait…and?” Will was shocked.

“Stop following my people around, stalking them like a ghost, Uncle. Or you’ll have to answer to their blood-sucking weapons, and I won’t stop them from actually slaughtering you.” Tobias said with a rooted glare.

Uncle Will went quiet.

Tobias faced Dean who’s still shocked where he stood like a drenched hen.

“By now, your estate is getting ransacked. I’m sure my boys already took her belongings out of your mansion. Have a great time with Kelly.” He smiled tightly.

“What!” Dean’s mouth parted.

“Sign the paper, Dean. And put more effort into good perfumes, damn. You smell like fuckin’ doughnuts.” Tobias crossed the reporters and walked into the property majestically.

Dean leaned on his car, seething, trembling, raging… “I am going to kill him. Yeah, I am going to kill Tobias.”

“I told you to come see me about the body of your secretary you dropped, but you didn’t.” Uncle Will said.

Dean looked at him angrily.

“Don’t act like that’s the main reason you want me to come see you. Don’t act like you don’t have another reason, Uncle.” He meaningfully said and got in his car, riding off.

Uncle Will got in his own car too, sighing before getting his phone from his drawer.

He quickly sent a text.

• I successfully did a head count for his cult. They’re 21, plus the new Jude, that’s 22. Also, a Church Nun entered the Oddsion not long ago, she’s not out, and her body wasn’t transported out too. If she’s gonna be a part of their brotherhood, that makes 23—an odd number.

Will threw the phone back to the drawer after sending the text, then he drove off fast.

On the property, Tobias was flanked by the reporters and faced by the cops at his arrival.

“Mr. St. Graves, what are the processes in place to identify the perpetrators of this act?”

“Mr. St. Graves, what should the public expect in this case?”

“How do you intend to console the family of the five dead kids?”

“Now that you left the church, are you venturing into real estate?”

“No..” Tobias replied to that. “I’m venturing into investments.”

“But investments is your twin brother’s business!”

“And that’s because the wanker stole my Empire in my absence,” Tobias shrugged. “I intend to grab it back.”

Gasps tore from the reporters, and their cameras worked faster.

“Is this just for saying sake? Or do you have backup for the statement you just made?” One asked.

“I am Tobias St. Graves Wrath. Everyone knows the meaning of the W in WEI. Now don’t act like slow retards.” Tobias replied.

And that was the last question he answered from reporters.

Now, it’s the cops turn to face him.

“Cocky Tobias St. Graves. The notorious Crime boss of the notorious Crime Cult.”

“You don’t call a cultist a cultist to his face.” Tobias smirked.

“So you’re admitting to being a cultist boss?”

“When did I say that?” Tobias innocently sighed. “I’m a law-abiding citizen of this place.”

“And that’s why five kids died on your land, but since yesterday, you’ve been unavailable, which just makes the suspicions on you stronger.” The cop said confidently.

“What do you have to say to me?” Tobias’s face froze.

“Autopsy shows the kids were poisoned with juice, but whoever gave it to them, is unknown.”

“I hate juice,.” Tobias dryly replied, wanting to get out.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t give it to people.” The cop took a small paper bag and opened it, pouring out dead black butterflies from it.

“The butterflies were found in their stomachs during the autopsy, and according to research, this is the insignia of your Cult, Wrath.”

“I’ll sit down on a table for two and have this conversation with you any day you bring solid proof that I am really a crime boss who controls a Crime Cult.” Tobias said curtly.

He left them with nothing.

“Are we really gonna watch him go?” A second cop said.

“You have a damn evidence?” The first cop snapped. “Fûck, he’s the most wanted criminal in this city, but somehow, he looks cleaner than law-abiding citizens.”

Tobias got in the car with Jude, laughing slightly.

“Anything amusing Firstie?” Jude asked interestedly.

“The Redds and Valhalla altogether, they think they’re smart, and it’s funny as fûck.” Tobias relaxed. “Filling the stomachs of the dead kids with butterflies so their deaths would point back to me?”

“They did that?” Jude chuckled.

“Drive, J. And while at it, call the tenth number on your phone, that’s my Project Manager. Work is gonna start on that land next month.”

“But the land is under confiscation by the government. They said we can’t start nothing on it till the deaths of the kids have been fully investigated.” Jude quickly said.

“J, i don’t give a fûck about the government. If I did, I’d be in jail by now. In a month, if anyone in the government office is still holding a confiscation stamp on that land, I’mma visit him and take his breaths.”

“That’s more like you…” Jude nodded and nearly started the drive, but sudden knocking on the car window stopped him.

He wound down to see saint standing there.

“I need to talk to my brother.” Saint glowered.

“At the back.” Jude answered.

Saint walked to the back window, and Tobias wound down too.

“I need some money.” He demanded.

“You have three loaded accounts in your damn name, Saint.” Tobias lit up a cigar cleanly. “Why needing money when you don’t even work?”

“Why would I work when you and Dean are rich like bastards? I’ll just milk you both for life. I hate working, I’m a slacker.” Saint said.

“You ain’t getting a dime from me,” Tobias had a drag. “Why not start thinking about taking the Memorial Estates from Uncle Will? He has managed it for enough time.”

“Yeah I love dead bodies, but I can’t handle staying in that place all day, being the CEO without moving. I hate staying in a place!” Saint complained.

“That wasn’t a request, Saint.” Tobias looked him in the eye. “Take Graves Memorial Estates from Uncle Will and start running it. You have four days to make the decision.”

“Fine,” Saint nodded. “I’ll never not listen to you, but I still need the cash. C’mon! I have shitload of money in all my accounts cos you and Dean send me allowances weekly, but I wanna buy myself two more bikes, and I don’t want touch my accounts cash. You know these things.”

“Whenever you’re done with the process of taking over the Memorial Estates, come get a black card.” Tobias replied and wound back up.

Jude drove him away.

Saint smiled, getting back on his bike. “Coldass fucker, but I love you!!” He screamed after him.

Grinning, he pulled out his phone, trying Tino’s line again.

He’s still not picking.

“In the end, I might go to his house and break down his door.” He muttered frustratingly.

“Wait…Why would Toby suddenly tell me to take the Graveyards from Uncle Will? Is something up?” He blinked.

His phone buzz made him jerk, checking the screen.

“Bexley?” He muttered, picking.

“You called my phone” he scoffed. “This better be a worthy news.”

“Let’s go shopping in Dora Fashion Clan tonight, and don’t worry, you can touch me however you want during and after the shopping. But you’ll be the one to pay the shopping bills.” Bexley said immediately.

“So we’re playing boyfriend and girlfriend now? In Kora’s face?” Saint stroked his own hair.

“Whatever you call it,” Bexley hummed. “Come pick me up by 8, and please wear something, different from your usual racing singlets.”

“You know how much those singlets cost? The lowest is 500k and—”

“Wear a clothe, Saint. Like a shirt.” She cut in.

Saint smiled with a nod.

“I bet. It’s a deal.”

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