Sweet Sin - S01 E101

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Sweet Sin - S01 E101

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 101

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[Allison’s Mansion]

It was past 10 when Bexley strolled in nonchalantly, swinging the door close behind her before resting her hands lazily on her hips.

Allison who was working on her laptop in the living room looked up, but seeing Bexley, she returned her face to the laptop, resuming what she was doing—chatting with Acosta about Seraphina’s upcoming building.

Sensing Allison’s anger, Bexley peeled off her nonchalance, grunting as she went behind Allison’s couch, leaned on it and curled her arms around her sister’s shoulders pleadingly.

“It’s just Miami, and besides, I’ve returned in one piece. You don’t have to stay angry.” She mumbled.

“Get away from me, Bexley, and further get away from my house.” Allison kept her face to the laptop screen, intentionally tapping fast.

“Allis….” Bexley drawled.

“Can I be left alone, please?” Allison stood. “Like, please!”

“I’m sure you’ve been seeing Seraphina since I left, but now that I came back to see you after so many days, you’re not ready to talk to me?

Sometimes, I wonder who’s your sister between Seraphina and I.” Bexley’s voice rose with each word.

Allison dropped her laptop with a pissed slam, springing up to meet Bexley’s demanding eyes.

“What you won’t do, Bexley, is drag Phina into this shit again, ok? I tried, made efforts to spend more time with you than I did with Phina, but you always told me to choose between Phina and you, claiming you won’t share me with her. You avoid me for days anytime I mention her, and whenever I come visiting in your school hostel or your off-campus apartment to spend time with you, you’re never available!”

Bexley rolled eyes.

“Ok?” Allison hissed. “Yes? Why the fûck aren’t you saying anything? Cat’s got your fucking tongue?”

“Fine, I’m sorry…” Bexley surrendered. “But I missed you.”

“Cut the crap,” Allison sat back, hissing out again before taking her business laptop.

“I might be starting something with Saint St. Graves.” Bexley craftily announced. “He even took me on a shopping spree yesterday and nearly bought the whole store.”

Allison went still, slowly looking up, unable to resist the gist.

She dropped her laptop and folded her legs up to the couch.

“Spill, everything!” She said.

Bexley laughed out, plopping herself down beside her gist-loving sister to tell the whole story of how it began.

“You began feeling him from that charity dinner night?” Allison looked unimpressed. “You’re unbelievable.”

“But he’s just as hot as his brothers, can’t blame my ovaries.” Bexley pointed out to thicken her lies.

“And he’s already spoiling you?” Allison suspiciously said.

“Why do you sound suspicious?” Bexley blinked. “Of course he does, he’s got two rich brothers, so he’s loaded with dollars too.”

“No, you don’t feel him, it’s the money.” Allison gave up.

“How could you say that!” Bexley stood defensively.

“Cos you’re my sister, and I know you, bitch.” Allison stood too. “If you hate someone, you show it like hell, and if you love someone, you depict it too without caring about their financial status. You’re more about your own reasons than their qualities cos you’re a narcissist, Bexley.”

“Are you psychoanalyzing me right now?” Bexley rolled eyes. “You’re ruining my mood.”

“Why do you like Saint St. Graves then?” Allison asked.

Bexley opened her mouth to talk, but she closed it back cos she found no excuse to spit out.

“Exactly.” Allison rolled eyes. “So you’re planning to take his money? Are you trying to say I don’t give you enough allowance? Bexley, I split my monthly savings to two every month for you. I didn’t raise you to take money from men and dump them.”

“This is why I hate coming to your place!” Bexley stalked for the door, mad. “I’mma be on my way.”

“Bex!” Allison’s scream followed her, but Bexley’s back remained the only seen thing till she went out the door.

“Bitch, I’mma keep an eye on you and watch your every move with him, trust me!” Allison shouted.

She had a sip of water and returned to her laptop, but someone else entered, pulling her face up.

“Acosta?” She got up.

“We were chatting, and you suddenly stopped replying. I thought something came up again.” Acosta explained worriedly.

“So…you came here to check on me?” Allison blinked.

“Call me over-reactive, but yeah.” Acosta admitted.

“I over-talk, you trip and tweak, so we cool. Finally a similarity.” Allison gave him a playful squint.

“So, what’s up?” Acosta sat with her.

“My sister came to visit, and we had a little argument. Wait…” She frowned. “You didn’t come here from your house, did you?”

“I did,” he shrugged. “Kimmy and her parents have been restless since the auction yesterday, so they don’t even see me. I put Peach to bed and came.”

“Now that you remind me of my baby’s auction, I have something to smile about,” Allison said. “But too bad that bastard nearly ruined it.”

“What bastard?” Acosta shifted closer to her intentionally. “You mean the one who went 9.9 bid?”

“I hate how much you catch on fast.” Allison looked at him, lifting her hand to remove a thread from his hair. “Must be from your clothes.”

She dropped her hand after blowing the thread away, but Acosta took the hand and began rubbing it.

Allison let him, surprisingly.

“Are you aware that your wife once payed a teacher to get intimate with Phina? Then he gave her her stained skirt to humiliate her.” She said.

“What!” Acosta’s eyes thinned.

“Yeah, sadly…” Allison sighed.

“I know they did bunch of wicked things to that girl in that family, but I didn’t hear of this one.” Acosta said. “If Seraphina didn’t slightly resemble Genevieve, I’d have said she’s not a daughter that family.”

“You know that paid teacher is the 9.9 bastard at the auction.” Allison broke the chunky ice.

“What?? This is too much shock for my night,” Acosta stated. “Why would he do that? Why is he even back?”

“Everything is still a woven mystery, ok?” Allison waved. “Phina should be somewhere celebrating her win right now. She became popular, but she’s just sad and moody. Her phone is even dead, her line has been off.”

“I think her parents hatred for her stems from their involvement in Valhalla Club.” Acosta chirped.

Allison jerked, gasping.

“Genevieve and Marley are a part of Valhalla Club?!!”

“According to the rumours I heard at the estate, Dean has been initiated too.” Acosta further revealed.

“What!” Allison rose.

“No!” Acosta quickly placed a finger on her lips. “Don’t say it anywhere. Don’t tell anyone, they’re evil. They’ll find you, and kill you.”

Allison nodded, and he took his finger away from her lips. The finger is already stained with her lip gloss, but he eagarly folded it, rubbing the gloss on the other fingers too.

“Did you eat yet?” Allison asked after their eye contact broke.

“Nope. Would you be kind enough to get my mouth busy?” He smiled.

“Will be right back!” She winked and rushed into the kitchen.

Acosta’s smile deepened as he stared at his glossy fingers, blushing.

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[Bexley’s Place]

Bexley met Saint inside when she arrived back home. He sat comfortably at her dinning, stuffing his face with raw food like his habit.

“Your audacity is something I’ll never get used to.” She shook her head, pulling off her shoes.

“You better get used to it,” he pointed his fork at her, chuckling. “Might move in with you soon, and you need to scrap this coldass attitude of yours. You’re only smiley whenever we’re making Dora jealous, but inside like this? You behave like a stone.”

“You don’t dictate how I behave, Saint.” Bexley sighed, going past him behind his dinner chair. “Look, I’ve had a rough night already.”

“Why did you only insist on buying turtlenecked clothes during the shopping spree yesterday?” Saint threw the question. “I’ve also noticed you’ve been wearing only turtlenecked tops since you reappeared. Hiding something?”

“Not your smoke of week, Saint.” Bexley cut him away again.

“Fine,” he dropped the fork back into his half-done steak. “By Monday, I’ll become the CEO of GME.”

“GME?” She frowned, turning to face him immediately.

“Graves Memorial Estates, deadhead.” He scoffed.

“Wait…” Bexley sat with him, instantly interested. “For real? The luxury graveyards? Does that mean more money for you?”

“You bet,” he grinned, but her lively mood went bad suddenly when she remembered how Allison condemned her plans earlier.

She got up, groaning. “Fûck, I hate you Allis.”

She made her way inside without looking back, oblivious of when Saint got behind her and pulled her top up from her waist to her belly.

“The hell!” She turned so fast, pulling the top down to cover up, but Saint already saw the bodily marks.

“Who did this to you?” He pointed tightly, looking up at her.

Instead of providing an answer, Bexley’s hand flew to his face, landing a dizzying slap.

Saint didn’t stagger, neither did he shake. But he talked.

“Dora Redd? Did she do this?”

“I told you to get off my business!!” She yelled at his face.

She gave him fire, but he responded with thunder.

Saint suddenly picked her up, easily, lifting her up like a abductor.

“Saint! Saint let me go! Sa—”

He dropped her on the dinning table, pinning her down there with his hands on her laps, tight.

He held the flesh.

“You’re crazy? Well I am mad too. Me always smiling like an idiotic cat around you was just me trying to create a balance, but now I don’t effing care anymore. You will tell me the details of what happened during your disappearance. Everything!”

Bexley threw her face away, keeping up silence for nearly three minutes.

Saint waited.

He didn’t ask anymore. He waited till she decided it was time.

“After you bombed by car, I was captured by her hitmen, taken to a ghetto hideout where I was burnt with rods repeatedly.”

Saint nodded twice, letting the information sink in.

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[Saint’s House]

Dora knew Saint wasn’t home.

That was why she came back.

She slipped into the house as effortlessly as she had the first time, and the silence welcomed her like an old accomplice.

No alarms, cameras or witnesses.

She walked straight to the bedroom, crouched beside the bed, and pulled a pair of heavy scissors from her bag.

On her way here, she had imagined forcing Saint to his knees and clipping out a handful of his teeth, one after another, until every smile became pain for his being.

She imagined finding Bexley too, pinning her down and carving her nipples apart, leaving wounds that would never truly heal.

But somewhere between those violent fantasies, another craving had swallowed her whole.

She craved Saint’s presence, so she came here instead.

The scissors slipped from her fingers onto the floor with a clink.

She opened Saint’s closet, and his scent hit her first.

A slow, shuddering breath escaped her as she reached for his neatly folded boxers, gathering armfuls of them against her chest.

They’re all freshly washed, yet they smell like him.

She pressed one to her face and inhaled.

Her eyelids fluttered shut.

She pressed another boxer to her nose, inhaling again.

Then another.

She discarded each one after stealing its scent, only to snatch up the next with trembling hands, chasing the fading high like an addict desperate for another hit.

The ritual never changed.

Breathe it in. Shiver. Discard. Repeat.

But unknown to her, she has company in the house.

Hidden behind the closet door, Tino watched without making a sound.

He had arrived before Dora, but he was forced into the narrow space the moment Dora entered the room.

One of Saint’s boxers hung loosely from his own hand too.

As he watched Dora drown herself in Saint’s scent, his grip tightened around the fabric until his knuckles blanched, and the cotton twisted.

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[Graves Memorial Estates]

After receiving the sudden news from Saint, Uncle Will clocked out at the Foster Home and made his way here.

He’s gonna start tidying up his desk from tonight.

Saint wants this place? He’ll get it.

It’s his parents property anyways. He’s not going to hold it.

When the masked workers by the door noticed he’s tidying, they got curious and uneasy.

“Are you leaving, Boss?”

“Saint will takeover on Monday. All incoming bodies will be put on hold till Monday. My time here is over.” Uncle Will replied simply.

He threw another file in his box, but he paused when his phone began ringing. It’s ‘Son’ calling.

The name flashed glaringly on the screen, pulling him to swipe.

“Vincent,” he brought the phone to his ear slowly.

“I heard you’re giving up GME for Saint. Please, say no.” Vince asked with scary collectedness.

“Your information network works fast, I must say.” Will sat down.

“I asked a question, Daddy. I expect an answer!” Vince shouted.

“Why are you do worked up? Their parents owned this place, it’s only normal for them to have it!”

“It’s been more than sixteen years since their parents passed, Daddy. Calculate it! You’ve been managing that place and making them money, but now that the Estates became fruitful, they suddenly want it back?” Vince grinned. “Funny.”

“What do you want?” Uncle Will snapped. “You wanted a round of how many members are in Odium, I did it for you. You said you wanted me to order Dean to marry Seraphina for your sake, I did too. What exactly do you want again, my life?”

“You disowned me once cos you felt I wasn’t good enough, and I proved you wrong that even outlaws can be successful! Look at me, I’m rich as fûck! The littlest thing you can do to appease me is to never let the St. Graves brothers have it all. Wrath Investments Empire? Graves Memorial Estates? Even Saint’s biker gang, I want it all destroyed!”

“And why would you want such thing, Vincent?” Will panted.

“I saw it all, father. I saw how their late parents treated you. You were their father’s older brother, but that bastard always talked down on you and even once called you unfortunate. There was a time their mother called me useless who’ll never make it too. I never forgot, and I’ll never forget. They don’t deserve good or fortunes, so I’ll rob them of everything and use them as grease.”

“I have the Foster Home in my name, Vince,” Will pressed. “I own a Foster Home, and I’m getting enough salary from the Mayor. You don’t have to hold on to the past grievances.”

“I will, and you will too. That’s why I worked hard and earned my place!” Vince spat resentfully. “By the way, your ex-wife died.” He added.

“I know,” Will said.

“That was an unexpected nonchalant reply,” Vince laughed.

“She left you for me, and we went our separate ways before she went to marry Ruth’s father. Why should I mourn her?” Will stated.

“She was murdered by Tobias, the bastard you once tried to replace me with.” Vince said.

“Vince—”

“You didn’t tutored him and tried to replace me with him. I can never and will never not want him dead. The game is only just beginning, Daddy.”

Will heard three beeps afterwards, indicating the end of the call.

Just when he thought he’d ruminate a bit, Dean entered the office immediately he dropped the phone.

“What are you doing here, Dean?” He queried. “Tommorow is your second wedding this year, why aren’t you at your bachelor’s eve?”

“Days ago, you were disturbing me with texts on how I needed to come see you, and now that I actually came, you’re uncomfortable?” Dean smiled, sitting on his desk.

“There’s nothing more to talk about,” Will sliced him off.

“No we have so much to talk about,” Dean snarled. “You came to me at the beginning of this year, told me if I stuck a deal with the Redds, I must include getting married to their second daughter in the agreement which I actually did cos I respected you. And since the marriage, you called me differently as Uncle Will, and you called me differently as my client with your two lines. You even came to see me at nights multiple times just to remind me to not fuck the deal up, but now you’re suddenly not interested anymore?”

“That’s right,” Will gritted. “You let Seraphina leave your grasp anyways, so there’s nothing to talk about.”

“Yes there’s a lot to talk about!” Dean spat. “Where the hell is the son you ordered me to marry Seraphina for? Where’s he? Uncle, where’s Vince!”

“What do you want Vince for, Dean.” Will heaved. “You sound drunk.”

“Tell Vince that the deal is off, now that I’m getting married to Kelly tommorow. But Seraphina? The only way Vince will get a hold of her is if Seraphina becomes dead!”

Uncle Will nodded.

“Great, now leave this office.”

“You have no right to tell me to leave!!” Dean threw a stapler at his face, but Uncle Will avoided it.

“This place belonged to my late parents, and you’re just a loser who took charge cos you were jobless. Didn’t you build your Foster Home with money from this place? You and your son have always been moochers! Feeding off us!”

Uncle Will said nothing, but his fists are tight under the table.

Dean pointed a finger at him.

“Watch how i play.” He said before leaving the office, slamming the door.

Uncle Will unfolded his fists, blinking back his tears.

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