Sweet Sin - S01 E176

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Sweet Sin - S01 E176

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 176

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[Vince’s Crib]

Uncle Will got up with insane headache which made him rub his temples with a groan, but when he noticed the darkness in the room, he quickly rushed his way out of bed, traced the wall with his palms to get to the wall, then turned on the lights.

“The hell am I in a room?” He muttered to himself, looking around.

Vince definitely gave him a cup of coffee. He drank it without asking, thinking he was just doing his son duty, he couldn’t possibly poison him.

But he seems to have done more than poisoning cos why did he drink the coffee in the living room but ended up here in the bedroom?

He rushed out of the bedroom to the living room, and the first thing that caught his attention was the cup of coffee still sitting on the center table, and the time on his phone.

10pm???

He drank coffee since noon!

When he noticed no one’s at home except him, he knew something went wrong already.

Something definitely sent wrong.

He took the TV remote, turned on the TV for anything, and found it.

The news.

Current news is Tobias St. Graves precinct visit with twenty verified testimonies in human form.

Now, the Redd family is in trouble for real, even Dean is a part of it, and the billionaires who came to the take over event with Vince.

They’re all cooling their feet at the police department right now.

Then Vince himself. Vince is wanted, highly wanted across the country.

Uncle Will dropped the remote, and his eyes turned.

He fell on the couch in a daze.

In the process, his body stabbed something in the couch backrest.

Hard and strange.

He tilted forward, forgetting the news momentarily. He pressed his fingers into the couch leather.

The sensations still remained.

He proceeded to the kitchen and found a knife, then came back to ram the knife into the couch.

Two cross-slashes like a multiplication sign.

And a hardcover book fell out of the open couch space.

“The hell?” Will muttered, dropping the knife to pick the book.

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[Club Frontman’s House]

It’s been three hours now.

Three hours since Bexley got here and have been waiting for the arrival of the Frontman.

She has been chewing habitually on her fingers, showing anxiety as she paraded the front of the mansion.

Kelly is taking over?

Kelly is taking her place?

It’s a news she can never take lightly no matter the universe.

She bit her nails into blood already, but she sucked the blood with it, trembling with impatience.

At some minutes after 10, Frontman finally appeared, hopping out of his Porsche at the park.

Bexley flew to him, fingers falling off her mouth finally.

“What do you mean Kelly Price is taking my place?” She panted.

“Bexley?” The man scoffed. “Are you really only concerned about that right now? Do you even have any idea what’s going on in the city? Every Billionaire in the club is under investigation, and Leader Vince himself is highly wanted!”

“And that is why I’m going to be fuelling everything up!” Bexley writhed. “Everything!”

“What do you mean?” Frontman frowned confusedly.

“They dare even think of replacing me with someone? They dare even think about it? They’ve all seen my nakedness during my dances, and now I’m getting replaced? I don’t care if the club is currently in crisis, I’m ruining everything!” Bexley fumed.

“What are you gonna do?” Frontman pulled her arm.

“The kill sins of everyone of them especially Genevieve and Marley, I want them all out!” She shouted.

“I don’t have the documents!” He yelled. “Only Leader does.”

“Then where the hell is that motherfucker!” Bexley demanded.

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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 frowned.

“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.

The impact echoed, but Tobias barely reacted. Instead, he caught Vince by the collar and hurled him into an airport baggage cart…

Hard enough to dent the steel.

The cart rolled several feet before crashing into stacked cargo.

In no time, Vince was already back on his feet.

“You’ve gotten more impressive, bastard.” He laughed again.

Tobias wasn’t in words exchange mood. He wants blood.

Nothing else.

They met again with punches, blocks, kicks, counters, and very strike landed with frightening force.

Vince slammed Tobias into a fuel barrier, Tobias answered by driving his knee into Vince’s abdomen.

Vince staggered only a step before smashing his forehead into Tobias’s.

Both men reeled, and blood trickled down both faces, but neither cared.

They fought like men who had forgotten pain years ago.

A wrench appeared in Vince’s hand from behind, and he swung it, but Tobias caught his wrist as the metal crashed harmlessly beside his head.

Tobias twisted, and the wrench flew away, but Vince answered with a brutal shoulder charge that sent them both rolling across the concrete.

Again, they rose simultaneously.

Neither was willing to kneel, and neither willing to lose.

Around them, the battle still raged on and on and on.

Jude and Estelle and the other angry Odds carved paths through the remaining Serpents while Yalda’s machine gun covered them protectively.

As the other Odds dropped the Serpents effortlessly with knives and pins and screws, Yalda dropped them with her deadly shots.

They were too mad to lose.

The airport became theirs, but Tobias’s attention never left Vince.

Vince attacked again.

This time, Tobias noticed
the slight hesitation on Vince’s knee.

Tobias struck that knee with a savage low kick, and Vince stumbled.

Another blow to the knee from Tobias, and Vince’s balance broke.

Then, Tobias drove forward with everything he had, and his shoulder slammed into Vince’s chest.

The impact hurled Vince backward, and Vince hit the ground.

He looked up and smiled madly. “You think you won?”

Suddenly, his hand slammed onto a smoke canister clipped beneath a nearby emergency vehicle.

Smoke exploded across the runway, and visibility vanished.

“Wrath!” Yalda shouted.

Through the thick cloud, Vince seized Seraphina around the waist.

An airport maintenance pickup sat abandoned nearby, and Vince threw Seraphina into the passenger seat, climbed behind the wheel, and floored the accelerator.

The truck shot through the smoke and drove out of the tarmac before anyone could reach it.

“Tobias!” Seraphina’s voice came from inside.

By the time the smoke cleared, they were gone.

Tobias got back in his car, and it screamed along the coastal highway as he drove after Vince.

Behind him, came three more vehicles carrying Yalda, Jude and the remaining Odds.

The chase became a blur of headlights.

Vince drove recklessly, ignoring bends and barriers and death itself.

Despite her bondage, Seraphina raised her leg to kick his hands away from the steering, but he punched her in the stomach, sending her head to the window to crash.

The road ended at a cliff overlooking a wide sea.

Vince stepped on the brakes hard, and the truck skidded sideways.

He dragged Seraphina out before she could escape, and she struggled violently against his grip.

“Let me go!”

“No!” His grip tightened, and he looked almost broken and desperate.

“I crossed countries for you, built kingdoms for you, burned every bridge behind me. Tell me,” His breathings turned ragged.

“Tell me you love me! We made a blood oath, that so far I tell you I loved you, you’d come back to me. I love you like sickness! Tell me you love me too, Seraphina!!”

Seraphina stared into his eyes, then she spat hot saliva across his face.

“I will never love you!” She spat. “My heart belongs to Tobias!”

Vince froze completely, but he took a little step towards her.

Seraphina took a step backward, and that step brought her toes to the cliff’s edge.

“I’ll love Tobias until my last breath,” she breathed out with teary face.

“You don’t mean that,” Vince shook his head slowly.

“I do!” She snarled.

“You’ll choose him even over your own life?” Vince’s face fell.

Seraphina smiled through tears before saying….”Every time.”

And something inside Vince finally shattered.

“Fine, Seraphina, but if I can’t have you…” He raised his pistol with trembling hands. “Then no one will.”

Almost immediately, car headlights flooded the cliff.

Tobias jumped out of the first car, and Odds spilled from the other vehicles.

Vince quickly swung the gun toward them, but they were faster as several shots rang out from Odds to him.

One bullet struck Vince’s hand, and his pistol flew from his fingers.

He roared in dangerous frustration, swirling Seraphina around to guide himself from the Odds.

.

His gaze landed on a heavy steel pipe lying beside an abandoned construction barrier.

He picked it, raised it on her head, and Seraphina closed her eyes, muttering… “Tobias,”

Tobias crossed the distance with impossible speed.

He threw Seraphina out of the way, and the steel pipe crashed into the side of his head instead.

The sound echoed across the cliff as he staggered.

Blood streamed down his face completely, wetting his shirt and hair and entire features.

His head obviously has a crack, and one of his eye instantly swelled as his vision blurred.

For one heartbeat, everything stood still, and Odds look like their breaths have been knocked out of them as everyone stood with wide eyes.

“Wrath!!” Yalda cracked.

“Tobias!!!” Seraphina broke into absolute insanity.

The broken cliff edge crumbled beneath Tobias, and his footing fell off to it’s demise.

He pointed his arm, reaching for nothing but air.

Then, he fell off the cliff, disappearing into the two hundred feet darkness below them.

Seraphina’s hollow scream tore across the ocean.

“TOBIAS!!!!!!!!!!!!”

TBC.