Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 117
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[Vince’s Crib]
Vince sat on the table again, phone in hand as he read Seraphina’s text over and over again like the text is a ticket to his ultimate undoing.
He looks fascinated—satisfied, inclined to that screen like he wants to vanish in and take out the letters to live inside them.
Little Angel: Let’s meet, tommorow night. You’ll get the location soon.
He brought the screen to his lips and kissed the text passionately, inhaling the screen as though it’s her.
“Wonder if she still smells like pomelo like she did back then. Fûck, I miss that goddamn scent.”
He was literally romancing the phone like it’s her.
Kimmy stood across him at the other side of the table. She hasn’t been able to take her seat since she arrived here. There’s no other chair anyways.
She could only stand, watch and boil as Vince wallowed in his craziness.
She began wondering how she even fell for him in highschool in the first place, but then she can’t exactly call it a love affair, because she planned everything.
She saw how Teacher Vince looked Seraphina differently, and how he spent more time explaining topics to her in her class. The moles she planted in Seraphina’s class reported everything to her, and she decided it was time to take action.
She seduced Vince and made him take Seraphina’s virginity then hurt her by displaying her bloody skirt in school. But now this bastard said it wasn’t her blood, it was tonic.
He played her, and now she’s here asking for protection.
Nothing prepared her for this sick plot twist.
Her legs ache, and her knees nearly crashed to the ground. She began counting the minutes till she couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’ve been standing here for an hour without a word from you, Vince.”
Vince’s delusional romance with the phone ended immediately. She looked up with a side eye before sweeping Kimmy with his glare.
“You interrupted by relishing moment?”
“You told me to come, Vince.” Kimmy applied caution and patience in her words as they came out.
Vince stood from the table, sighing.
“You look pitiful, so I’ll give you an option,” he walked to her, deadpanning. “A bitch has been Seraphina’s best friend for years now, and I don’t like her. I feel like she’s dragging my angel astray, and I want her gone, totally.”
“Are you talking about Allison?” Kimmy asked.
“You’re smart,” Vince smiled.
“You want me to kill Allison?” Kimmy gasped. “Wait…you want me to kill?” Her eyes widened. “You’re powerful, you could get it done easily!”
“If I wanted to get it done myself, I wouldn’t task you with it, Kimora. Get it done, and receive my protection you’re so eagar to get! I’ll give you 62hrs, meaning three days. Get Allison Hart cleared in three days, and I’ll forget everything you did in highschool. You’ll be pushed under my protective canopy where no one can breathe near you.” Vince cleared arrogantly, smirking.
Allison gulped, twice, then forcefully pushed her next words out.
“You better keep to your promise, Vincent.”
She turned around and rushed out the rooftop door.
Vince’s smirk disappeared.
“Are you really going to protect her, Leader?” One of his men asked.
“She has to believe that, and watch her move like a snake. She’d do anything to achieve her aims, typical bitchy woman.”
He breathed out.
“Prepare the best suit alive and arrange otherworldly stylists for me. I’m meeting the love of my life tommorow.” His smile returned.
“Leader!” The last man called with a tone of urgency.
Vince faced him.
“Wrath Investments Empire is currently getting investigated. Full investigation opens tomorrow morning. Evidence of laundering was found in their shredder bin.”
Vince’s smile left him again.
“That dipshit Tobias, I knew he’d find another way. Call our man in the police station.” He ordered.
The call was made, and the phone was handed to him.
“Tell me,” Vince took it. “What are you gonna do to WEI case?”
“The case will be pointless before 8 tommorow morning, sir. It’ll be off the public eyes and will be buried as a investigation mistake.” The cop replied from the other end.
Vince’s smile unfolded.
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[A Hospital]
When Marley and Genevieve rushed inside, the attending doctor was already waiting for them at the reception. No words, they were led to Dora’s private ward.
Dora lay in bed.
Condition? Bad.
Face? Bad.
Body? Bad.
Breathing? Barely.
Genevieve covered her mouth with her palm, screaming.
“Dora!! Dora!!” She ran to her bedside. “Dora!! What’s this? Why is my baby down? Why is she…why is she in bed and badly wounded!!!”
“She was badly beaten my a golf stick, according to what her bodily wounds shapes and analysis said.” The doctor said professionally.
Marley faced him.
“My own daughter? Beaten with a golf stick?”
A female staff at the fashion clan who’s still conscious was taken in by two nurses. Her faces has bruises too cos every staff also got beaten by the golf stick, just that Dora’s is worse.
“All I know is….” She trembled. “SS Graves came in with a golf stick when we were preparing to close for the day, and he began beating us.”
“SS?” Genevieve repeated sourly.
“Saint St. Graves, sir.” The staff trembled again.
“You mean one of the St. Graves brothers did this to my daughter?” Marley grinned, pocketing his hands.
“This war will never end till the death of us,” Genevieve muttered. “They asked for it, and they’ll get exactly what they asked for.”
“Call the Club,” Marley talked. “This will be tabled at tommorow’s special meeting. Vince should start preparing a grave for his brother.”
“There’ll be no grave, Marley.” Genevieve sneered. “His body will never be found.”
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[Next Morning – Police Headquarters]
Estelle arrived at exactly 7am, disguised as a violated lady who came to report a crime.
She was shivering, trying to drag her hoodie to cover her chest as she entered the headquarters with pale lips and slightly bruised body.
Immediately she entered, she received strange looks from the cops coming in and going out of their various offices, but she made sure to keep her face down, keeping the acting a-class till she arrived at their center office where lots of lower officers are gathered.
“Young lady?” One of them met her, and that was when she slowly lifted her face, shedding tears.
“I…I was raped.” She stuttered.
The cop nodded and called a female cop with himself.
Estelle was taken to a desk where she sat facing the female cop.
“Could you repeat what you said earlier?” The male asked.
“I went to club last night, and on my way back with my friends, we were robbed. My friends were knocked unconscious, and I was raped…” Estelle sniffled, wiping her tears.
“Can you give us the area name? Club name? Your name? Your friends identity and the time it was?” The female cop asked.
Estelle nodded.
“But is there a restroom here? I need to take a leak. I’ve been urinating frequently since it happened. I think I got UTI.” She sniffled again.
“Go down that hall, young lady.” The female cop directed, and she slowly walked down there, making sure there’s enough gap between her legs.
She left the cops line of sight before quickening her steps.
Instead of going to the restroom, she went to the other door, and she immediately came across two cops.
She stepped back behind the door, covering herself up till they walked past. She reopened the door and walked through. Studying the map of this headquarters before coming here helped her. She located the office of a top commander and slipped inside.
She got busy with his system, planting evidence of bribery money between Wrath Investments Empire and the cop easily.
It took three dangerous minutes, then she slipped out as stealthily as she had slipped inside.
A second later, Dean and Kelly appeared with the commander who owns the office.
Apparently, they’re discussing how to bury the case already, and it looks pretty intense as they head towards the office.
Dean’s phone cried out, a video call from Saint.
He wanted to swipe red, but mistakenly, he touched green.
Saint’s lawbreaking face popped on screen, mouth chewing gum carelessly and face pulled in a equally careless grin.
“Feels good to be a CEO at GME, Dean. Now I understand why you’re so obsessed with the Empire!”
Dean ended the call with a hiss.
“Clown arse.” Kelly cussed impatiently as she entered the office with Dean and the commander.
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