Sweet Sin - S01 E105

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Sweet Sin - S01 E105

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 105

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Outside the hall, Kimmy sat in her car, nails in her mouth, shaking as she tried Vince’s line again.

It kept disconnecting her, but she kept retrying like a desperate nutjob till he allowed connection.

“Vince!” She gasped.

“Let’s meet up.” He croaked.

Kimmy’s mind calmed.

“When? Where?”

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[Kiss Fashion Clan]

Dora stood by the window of her office, right hand pocketed and left hand cradling her phone to her ear as she spoke to her hitmen.

“Get me Bexley’s home address. I finally came to a conclusion, and I need her home address before dusk.”

“Done, Miss.” Instant assurance came from the other end.

From the door, struggling sounds drowned the entire building.

Dora ended the call and moved away from the window, quickening her steps as she marched to the door.

Before she could open the door, it was thrown open.

Saint stood by the door, and her hallway guards are all on the floor, wounded and groaning.

Saint held a golf stick, stained with blood of the guards who look like they’ve been beaten to a pulp.

“Saint?” Dora murmured with wide, unbelieving eyes, but it ended in a more chaotic event.

Saint ran inside, came raging for her, and swung the golf stick at her face, smashing her jaws into the tongue and knocking out a teeth.

He swung it at her stomach too, and her back, and two arms, and the legs, then her neck and elbows and knees.

Each hit brought Dora closer and closer to passing out, and each one took blood from her body as she spat them out or bled them out.

By the time the stick hit her in the face again, she crashed to her knees, but even those knees are painful cos she received hits there too.

She crumbled to her face.

With berated breaths, Saint pulled his phone and showed her the screen as she lay powerless on the floor.

On the phone, there’s a video of Dora entering his apartment to sniff out his boxers last night, captured by his hidden cameras.

He hated cameras, but he had to install some for this reason.

“You didn’t only wound Bexley like an animal, but you were also stalking my place?” He voiced, mad. “If you want cóvk so bad, visit the rehab and go fuck your mates, bitch, I’m not for you. Yeah I enjoyed toying with you and watching you obsess over me, but now it’s over. Stay off me, and get the hell away from Bexley!”

He kicked her bloody face on that floor, but she couldn’t even move as she went unconscious.

He left the office and walked out of the clan with the bloody golf stick.

He hopped in his car, raving as he drove off the property.

Tino’s car sat on that clan road too, but he didn’t follow Saint this time.

He only watched him drive away while thick obsession made his eyes look predatory and lustful.

Thankfully, he saw the cameras in Saint’s place after Dora left last night, and he deleted his own footage.

“He’s fighting for Bexley now?” He adjusted on his seat, resting back. “That’s not what I wanna see.”

His phone rang with his mother’s call, but he didn’t pick.

He has been avoiding Mrs. Hallows and her calls since Xero came to visit him, and he won’t stop avoiding her anytime soon.

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Saint swung by a illegal alley pharmacy and got a trauma kit and drugs. Bexley mentioned she was never going to the hospital.

He took the bought items to her house and met the door open. She’s on the floor of her living room, writhing with pains, half-naked.

She wore her underwear only. Clothes are all-over the floor, and truly, the wounds are bleeding water.

“I hate being a damn doctor, but what can I do? You called, and I don’t ignore my people.” He sighed.

“Punk…” Bexley talked weakly, voice sounding hoarse like she had cried before he arrived.

He sat with her on that floor, gave her a dose of painkillers and placed her head on a pillow for comfortability.

Then, he opened the box and began loading injections.

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