Sweet Sin - S01 E122

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Sweet Sin - S01 E122

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 122

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[Allison’s Mansion]

Allison was cackling cheerfully as she escorted Acosta out if the house. Her burgundy hair danced with the air, and her laughter resonated.

“Seriously? You called me Rasheeda! Rasheeda, dude!” She stopped.

“That was because Peach was there, Allison.” He held her hands, but she quickly disengaged from him.

“Peach might look bratty and spoilt and rude, but she fears my separation with Kimmy a lot, and if she sights any hitch, she’d go ahead and report to Kimmy, and she’ll get hurt herself too. I don’t want Peach to get hurt, Allison.”

“You’re stylishly telling me you’re planning to stay in the marriage with Kimmy Redd forever?” Allison crossed her arms.

“No, no way!” He held her hands again. “I’m just saying… I’ll do it with brains if I wanna do it. I’ll run that family to the ground before I’ll take my daughter and leave the country with her and whoever my new woman would be.”

Again, Allison removed her hands from his hold.

“Be careful,” she warned. “My house is in a public street, and anyone could see us.”

“Told you I always switch off my location before coming here, there’s no Kimmy.” He frowned.

“This ain’t about Kimmy, Acosta…” She turned serious. “I still have my dignity, and I wouldn’t fool around with a married man no matter how bad his wife is.”

“Allison….” He sounded weak.

“Rasheeda, I prefer that.” She blinked.

“I’ve said I’m sorry for calling you Rasheeda for like ten times now.” He laughed shortly.

“Well, I gold grudges.” She shrugged.

“I see,” he smiled, eyes catching the new car at the park.

It’s a really chic, classy, blue BMW.

“You got a new whip!”

“Nah, it belongs to Phina. That’s Phina’s new car!” She announced.

“Wow!” He chuckled. “Wow! Congratulations to her, and she deserves it and more. I mean…she’s a celebrity now, and—”

And that was cut short when Seraphina drove back into the mansion in Allison’s sports car.

Acosta quickly got back in his car and drove out.

Seraphina stepped out of her car, and Allison jumped excitedly.

“Babe! Your car is here! The company delivered it themselves and even sent flowers for you! My celebrity girlfriend!” She laughed. “And your new house is ready for you! We can go for a tour around it tommorow before you move in, and guess what? It’s in a new classy estate, and you’ll be the first one to arrive there wh—”

Allison’s talkativeness stopped when Seraphina walked right into her, hugging her tight.

“Babe,…” Allison immediately hugged her back, realizing she’s not ok. “Talk to me, ok? Tell me.”

“He shot at me. He tried to kill me.” Seraphina added.

“What!” Allison broke the hug.

“He found out about my meet with Vince, and I don’t understand if he didn’t witness it all, but he mentioned the hug part and then we bantered in the rain, then he shot at me…” Seraphina pointed at the car window.

The shattered part.

“It’s fuckin real…” Allison muttered, shocked. “When you said you wanted to go make peace with him after we left Vince, I expected it to go smooth, but he… tried to kill you?”

Yalda’s car zoomed inside, her headlights still on as she jumped out of the breathing car.

“If he wanted to kill you, Seraphina, you wouldn’t escape the bullet.” She said. “I’ve been working with him for eight years, and he has never missed a shot no matter how sick and unfocused he was. If he really wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t be here by now. You’d be dead.”

“You’re saying he intentionally missed his shot at her?” Allison scoffed. “But he still shot at her! He still pulled the trigger.”

“He didn’t shoot to kill her.” Yalda insisted coldly.

“Wait, who are you?” Allison asked.

“Did he send you here to say this?” Seraphina talked.

“He wouldn’t send me on errands like this. I handle guns, Seraphina, not relationships, but he’s like a father to me, and I can’t just watch it all fall apart. Migos showed him a half video of you hugging Vince, so he lost control and—”

“Why would he lose control when I mean nothing to him beyond the deal we’re on?” Seraphina asked.

“Don’t be silly,” Yalda tightly said. “Deal? And you entered his room? No one,not Saint his brother, not Migos or me or any of the Odds entered his room before, but you did. You even used his bathroom, Seraphina. You visited his private island, and I swear on my soul, I haven’t entered the island before, I’ve only stood on the dork and waters.”

Seraphina went silent.

Allison went silent too.

Yalda took a step back.

“He killed Migos though.”

“Seraphina moved…”He…did?”

Yalda nodded and drove off as fast as she drove in.

“Who’s she?” Allison asked.

“She’s a top part of his cult.” Seraphina responded.

“Is he suffering from OCD?” Allison asked. “I mean…him?”

“You deducted that from what Yalda said?” Seraphina asked.

“Who else wouldn’t allow people into his bedroom or bathroom or island, Phina. OCD patients set insane boundaries the most.” Allison said.

Seraphina leaned on the car.

“So…what are you gonna do?” Allison asked with concern.

“I don’t know, Lis.” She shook her head.

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[Graves Memorial Estates]

“I wanna race!!!!” Saint’s voice echoed around the estates, reverberating and loud.

In the dark rainy night, he stood on top of a tombstone in the public graveyard for middle-class, raising his two hands high dramatically.

“Fûck…this is punishment. I don’t wanna be a CEO…” He shed fake tears and wiped them immediately. “I’ve been here all day, guiding dead bodies in and out, chilling with the dead when I should be on the road, racing. I didn’t sign up for this.”

He jumped to another tombstone, turning around.

The masked workers around him just kept their professionalism up. Laughing would be disrespectful no matter how funny he acts.

“Ten dead bodies, only today, ten! How frequent do people die in this effing world?” He shouted again.

“No punishment can be greater than this CEO shit, Toby. I hate staying in one place!!” He yelled.

He jumped off the tombstone and sighed. “I even had to call Dean and brag with lies when I’m not even enjoying shit. This is a cage, Toby.”

“You’re very interesting to watch, Saint.” A voice of mockery came to life behind him.

He turned back, and there she was, holding a small package and helmet.

Bexley.

“Vexley?” He blinked.

Paint,” she returned the gesture.

“Bexley!” He went closer, surprised. “How were you even able to enter this property?”

“I merely showed them this?” She raised his bike helmet. “You forgot it at my place, and I was allowed inside this place immediately I showed it to the gate side staffs.”

“Smart,” he smiled.

“You have so many weird habits, so apart from eating raw noodles and carrots and onions, you also talk to yourself?” She smirked.

“Oh, you’re about to find out more,” he smirked back, taking his helmet from her with a snatch. “And what the fûck is in your package?”

“You treated my wounds with your illegal trauma kit, and now I’m better, the wounds don’t hurt that much, so I thought of cooking something for you to appreciate.” She shrugged.

“Look at you being cute!” He laughed as he took the package from her, opening it with a grin.

The grin disappeared immediately he saw what was inside though.

Hotdogs, hamburgers, and sandwiches.

“What’s this? You bought these, poured them in a food warmer and brought them to me, telling me you cooked?” He scoffed.

“I didn’t buy shit, Saint. I made them myself cos I watched some online videos!” She glared.

“They’re snacks, Vexley! Snacks!” He shouted suddenly.

“You expect me to actually cook full meal for you?” She laughed.

“No, you can’t, cos you can’t cook. I get you.” He took one hamburger and took a full-mouthed bite as he marched to his office.

“I can cook, motherfucker. My sister Allison is a really good chef, and I learnt a lot from her. I can cook.”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night…” He shrugged.

Bexley stopped following him. She brought out her phone as it made a sound. It’s the ‘Fun Hour’ notification at the Club, meaning the other Delilahs would be dancing and making money now, but here she is, following a sick boy around.

She clicked camera and quickly snapped a picture of Saint’s back view and another picture of the graveyard. She posted with the caption: In the yard with Saint.

She heard Dora is unconscious, though she has no idea what made her unconscious.

She’s gonna keep posting these type of updates with Saint, so when Dora wakes up and sees them, she can fall unconscious again and go comatose.

She smiled in a conniving mood after posting, and the comments began rushing in fast…

SS TOOK YOU TO HIS FAMILY BUSINESS?

OMG, YOU’RE SO LUCKY!

I’D OFFER FOR HIM TO FÛCK ME ON A GRAVE IF I SERE YOU. HEARD THEY LIKE SICK THINGS IN THAT FAMILY.

Bexley shook her head.

“Sickasses.”

She proceeded to Saint’s office and met him seated, munching the food she brought, but a bundle of dollars sat on the table, prettily.

“You can have it,” he pointed at the bundle. “At least you made an effort to make the hamburgers and shit, so have the money.”

“You’re a spender, I like that.” She sat in front of him, taking the bundle without waiting for another minute.

Saint looked at her,but he said nothing before returning to his food.

Bexley rubbed the money, smiling.

It’s working.

Her money machine is already spitting the dollars, and it’s only the start of her using him.

Meanwhile, outside the gates of the memorial estates, Tino’s car sat on the tar, and Tino sat inside, looking drunk cos he’s actually drunk.

He swung by a bar before coming here, and he saw Bexley going in.

He has been sitting here in his car since then, just staring at the gate.

He picked up his phone, checking the message he received from Xero…

Xero: Son, have you thought about what I told you?

He dropped the phone and decided it was time to leave.

He drove down the road, rolling his car out of that street.

And immediately he did, another car crossed him. Mrs. Hallows jumped out, practically.

“Shit,” Tino murmured, getting out of his own car too.

“Where have you been, Valentino?” The woman queried, close to tears. “You’re never at your place, and you’ve not been picking my calls! You’ve been avoiding me!”

“Cos you lied to me!!” He yelled, pouring his frustrations on her.

“What do you mean?” Her brows knotted.

“My father was never dead, mum. He’s still very much alive, and I know who he is!” He confessed.

Mrs. Hallows gasped.

“Tino, no…”

“Xero, Isn’t he?” He smirked.

Mrs. Hallows froze.

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