Sweet Sin - S01 E163

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Sweet Sin - S01 E163

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 163

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[A Private Pub]

From the take over event straight to this pub, the Billionaires of Valhalla moved that way.

Now, everyone has their phones on the table, waiting for Vince’s next call cos they mustn’t miss.

It might cost their lives.

They’re all as nervous as they’ve been since they’ve been pronounced slaves a week ago.

Xero is the only absent one who seems immune to Vince’s slavery. He’s Vince’s right-hand man anyways.

“This can’t continue,” one of them said after long minutes of just staring at their phones. “We need a plan. Vince can’t continue riding this Club like this. He killed Shine?”

“I still can’t believe the slave pronouncement,” another said.

“I haven’t been able to sleep since a week, thinking about how my top secret is in the hands of that lunatic.”

“We need a plan,”

“We can’t go on this way.”

Dean couldn’t contribute. All his mind could come up with is the fact that Kelly caught him jerking off to Seraphina’s picture a week ago, and she’s disappeared since then.

She just left, no bye.

Now, he’s stuck in a slavery circle with Vince as the rope holder.

How did he even get here?

He has enough investments to relocate to another country, take Seraphina with him and start a new life with her, but with Vince’s leash on his neck, he’s helpless.

“Anything y’all do is being watched,” Marley spoke up suddenly.

All eyes turned to him.

“Vince has eyes everywhere, drop any idea you have in your heads, or your killing videos and strong evidences will be out in the next minute, and your lives will be ruined.” He continued.

“Marley the strong-headed gecko is telling us to not go against Vince?” Dean scoffed. “New.”

“She died,” Genevieve looked up. “Kimmy is dead…our first daughter.”

“What!” Half of them chorused.

“He died by Wrath’s hands, and nothing happened. We’ve been caught in this crossfire, and there’s no escape. Don’t worsen things.” Genevieve shook her head.

Even Dean looked genuinely nervous now.

Then, their phones made similar buzzes on the table, and their hands picked at the same time.

A message from Vince.

Leader: Tommorow at dusk, move seamlessly to the next plan.

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