Sweet Sin - S01 E173

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Sweet Sin - S01 E173

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 173

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[Redd Family Hospital]

Peach is back to unconsciousness now. After Dora’s ruckus, her weakness overtook her strongwill, and now she lay in bed, back to square one of her sickness.

As the doctors attended to her, Acosta stood at the other end of the ward at their instructions.

His phone is to his ear, dialling Allison’s line.

It kept dropping.

Allison had left earlier after Peach went unconscious again.

Her excuse was that her sister was coming to visit, but she was gonna spend few minutes with her and then come back.

It’s been hours now, Allison isn’t back. Her line isn’t connecting.

Acosta is worried as hell.

“Peach is stable than before,” the doctor told him. “But you should spend more time with her in her unconscious state. It’ll jolt her consciousness, Mr. Simpson.”

“Mr. Simpson?” Acosta was surprised.

“I called you Mr. Redd to the face of that lady, and she corrected me immediately,” The doctor smiled.

“Allison?” Acosta brightened up.

“Yeah,” the doctor nodded, looking around. “Where’s she though?”

“She’ll be here soon,” Acosta excused.

“And I’m sorry about the Redd family sudden misfortune…” The doctor said. “I mean…they literally own this hospital, and now they’re in a mess.”

“They deserve every mess they get into,” Acosta scoffed, dialling Allison’s line again as he went out.

His worry grew.

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[A Private Tarmac]

The private runway looked abandoned by God and humans.

A gentle shower had just stopped minutes ago, leaving the concrete soaked black beneath rows of white runway lights.

A sleek private jet waited with its turbines already whining to life, the sound swallowing the night, and it’s open staircase waited.

Several SUV zoomed into the runway, and the doors burst open.

Serpents poured out of the cars, and Seraphina and Saint were dragged out first.

Their feet scraped against wet asphalt as the remnants of the poisonous knockout gas left their systems.

Their consciousness returned in painful waves.

Seraphina’s knees nearly buckled and dropped her, but she held herself.

Saint panted high, exhausted.

“My love?” A bitter voice came from across suddenly.

Seraphina blinked twice against the floodlights, then she saw him.

Vince.

He’s perfectly dressed in black, one hand tucked into his pocket like he’s here for a business flight.

He smiled hauntingly, moving closer like an athlete coming to claim his trophy. “My beautiful girl.”

“Fûck you!!” Seraphina yelled disgustedly, and that just made his smile widen like he just heard the most beautiful thing ever.

A wheelchair rolled forward behind him, and it’s occupant looked like hatred given flesh.

Ruth.

Her bitter eyes devoured Seraphina, and the disgust on Seraphina’s face increased.

“So,” She laughed bitterly. “The little nobody finally is here.”

“The wheelchair suits you,” Seraphim spat tauntingly.

Ruth smiled….a frightening, broken smile.

“You stole everything. My future, my place, my Tobs!”

“You were never his anything!” Seraphina snarled immediately like Ruth had just said the abominable.

“He shot my knee because of you!” Ruth screamed.

“You earned that bullet foolish bitch!” Seraphina yelled. “He should have killed you like he killed your fuckin stupid mother!”

Unable to take it, Ruth shoved herself forward, trembling with fury.

“I’ll rip your face apart—”

She barely reached Seraphina before Vince caught her wrist tight, stopping her from forwarding.

Vince’s expression never changed as he talked…..

“Touch anyone else, but not her.”

“You’re defending her?” Ruth scoffed, trying to wring her wrist off him.

“I said,” Vince squeezed her wrist harder. “Don’t touch my woman!”

Ruth’s breathing became uneven before he released her.

She rolled backward, shaking with humiliation.

Saint snorted in the middle of everything. “Damn, so that’s what being second choice looks like.”

Another figure stepped from beside the aircraft, joining the rest.

Xero.

His face twisted into something ugly as he walked straight toward Saint.

“I’ve waited for this,”

Saint rolled his shoulders despite the ropes binding him.

“Is your son awake yet? Heard Yalda was sent to him. Or is his gay-ass dead?” He mocked.

Xero’s jaw clenched, and Saint grinned.

“He should’ve obsessed over somebody else.” He muttered, and Xero grabbed him by the collar.

“I’m going to break every fucking…

“Funny,” Saint interrupted him. “Your son’s taste is still better than yours. I mean…look at me. I understand his queer obsession.”

The insult landed exactly where Saint intended for it to land.

Angrily, Xero reached for the knife at his belt to thrust at Saint’s neck.

“Enough!” Seraphina’s steady voice cut through the air, and everyone looked at her.

She met Vince’s eyes.

“You know what your loyal dog here did?” She smirked.

Vince frowne..

“He put his hands on me the day I was kidnapped and taken to Valhalla grounds! He touched me!”

Silence followed that statement, but Xero looked over immediately.

“She’s lying!”

Seraphina never looked away from Vince as if holding eyes with him would pin her words as true.

Vince asked only one question as he faced Xero.

“Did you?”

Xero swallowed, panicking.

“Did….you?” Vince repeated, dragging each word intentionally.

Xero swallowed again.

“I wasn’t…”

A gunshot sounded across the tarmac, cutting Xero off immediately.

The bullet bored a hole on his forehead, and he collapsed lifelessly before the sentence finished.

The back of his head struck the wet concrete.

Vince lowered the pistol without a flicker of emotion.

“No one,” He looked at Seraphina. “Touches what’s mine.”

Even Ruth stared in disbelief, then the loudspeaker echoed across the runway.

“Final clearance granted! Departure authorized!”

Vince gestured toward the aircraft, facing Seraphina. “Let’s go home.”

Seraphina planted her feet like weed on the concrete despite her tied arms.

“I’m not taking one step!” She breathed heavily.

Two Serpents seized her arms, but she didn’t move. She refused to.

“Move!”

“No!” She argued.

The men pulled harder, but she remained rooted.

Vince sighed. “I knew you’d make this difficult,” He nodded once and snapped his fingers.

The cargo door of another vehicle opened, and someone was immediately shoved forward.

Her wrists were bound, and a strip of tape covered her mouth.

Seraphina froze.

“A…allison?”

Her best friend looked up, tears flooding her eyes.

Everything inside Seraphina stopped working immediately, and Vince smiled softly, seeing Seraphina’s shocked expression.

“I had to invite someone important like her,” he grinned. “I once tasked your sister Kimmy to kill her, but seems like she was destined to die my my hands after all.”

Seraphina’s voice cracked. “N….no…”

“If you board peacefully, she lives.” Vince said grimly, his laughter stopping without spilling over.

“I’ll go!” Seraphina snapped immediately. “Don’t touch Allison! Don’t touch my best friend! I’ll follow you! I’ll go with you!”

She was pushed forward, and she began rushing towards the jet.

Vince nodded. “Good girl.”

And then….bang!

The sound shattered the air and echoed inside Seraphina’s ears.

She was on the seventh step when it came, and her head turned immediately.

Allison stood there with a bullet-hole on her chest—right on her heart.

Ruth had shot her.

Allison collapsed lifelessly before she even hit the ground.

Seraphina stared at her body on the ground, but no sound came.

Only memories.

[Years ago – Minds University]

Seraphina sat alone at the busy cafeteria. Every table has friends interacting, talking except her.

Her table is empty. She doesn’t even have money for a simple cup of coffee. All she has is the book she borrowed from the library.

Out of nowhere, a warm paper cup of coffee sat in front of her, and she looked up to see radiant eyes of a girl.

“You always sit alone, mind if I join you? Hi, I’m Allison.” She smiled.

Her way of setting words is funny, and Seraphina couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Of course, Allison. I’m Seraphina.” She extended an handshake.

Allison took it, and their smiles mirrored.

[Present Time]

“No,” Seraphina’s knees hit the concrete.

“No…” She repeated as she watched Allison’s body on the ground.

Then, her scream came.

“Lis!! Lis!!! No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

It ripped through the runway like something tearing apart from the inside, and Ruth laughed out.

She can’t touch her according to Vince, but she can at least enjoy her sorrow by killing her best friend.

But that was the exact moment headlights exploded across the darkness.

Dozens of fast vehicles. Black cars burst through the security gate.

Doors flew open, and Odds poured onto the runway with rifles, blades.

“First Lady!”

Gunfire erupted through the tarmac like lightning, and within seconds, the night became absolute chaos.

Serpents and Odds.

The Serpents poured from behind cargo containers and maintenance trucks, and Odds answered with steel.

Chains collided against machetes, batons cracked against ribs, knives flashed beneath the airport lights as men crashed into one another with enough force to send bodies skidding.

Estelle ducked beneath a swinging crowbar, buried the hilt of her knife into an attacker’s stomach, yanked it free and immediately blocked another strike with her forearm before driving her boot into the man’s chest.

Nearby, Jude fought like a storm.

A Serpent lunged.

Jude caught the wrist, twisted until the weapon clattered away, drove his elbow across the man’s jaw and threw him directly into another charging attacker.

They both crashed into a luggage loader.

Meanwhile…

Vince shoved Seraphina toward the waiting private jet.

“Move!”

Someone from inside the aircraft pulled the door open.

It’s Perez—the betrayer.

“Get inside!” He shoved too.

Seraphina resisted, twisting violently against Vince’s grip as tears stung her eyes. She kept looking back at Allison’s body laying down helplessly.

“Allison!!”

“Allison!!!!”

“Move!!” Vince shoved again.

“I’d rather die!” Seraphina yanked.

“You’ll thank me later,” Vince forcefully put her in.

Then, explosively, a machine gun erupted from behind them.

Bullets ripped across the tarmac, and everyone instinctively dropped.

Yalda emerged through the smoke, expression utterly cold, the heavy weapon balanced against her shoulder.

Another burst.

Ruth barely had time to turn before she got hit. She collapsed before reaching the jet steps.

Perez shouted her name, but another barrage from Yalda forced him behind the aircraft.

Yalda never slowed.

She walked forward while firing with frightening accuracy.

Behind her, he stood.

Tobias.

His coat billowed behind him as though darkness itself followed, and his eyes looked like it carried a thousand midnights.

Beside him, strode Jude.

The Odds exploded with renewed energy.

Tobias’s eyes found Vince instantly, and Vince released Seraphina.

“This would be interesting,” Vince muttered with a smile that bordered on madness.

Tobias answered with silence as Vince got down the staircase, and they collided like two different storms.

Neither of them tested the other, they simply exploded into motion.

Vince’s punch whipped toward Tobias’s temple, but Tobias slipped outside it and answered with an elbow that split Vince’s lip.

Vince laughed, and his fist buried into Tobias’s ribs.