The Hidden Toxin ✔(#6 in the Our Side of The Dice Series)

Chapter 29: Finite Victory

Song for this chapter:

Hold u down - Montell Fish

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The definition of a bawdy house: A house of ill-fame and ill repute; a brothel; a house of prostitution and lewd sex. Looking for a community where you could safely have an orgy? Hurray! This den of iniquity was the right place for you.

Sean knew what a bawdy house was and hadn't chosen this place by mistake. Or rather, on the flip side, he hadn't given it much thought before picking the place. He could have been a mastermind, but he was in no way clairvoyant. It just turned out to be the right location, especially now that they were in trouble.

After the call from Mrs. Yekaterina, Sean, for the first time in a long while, didn't know what to do, and Ebun, who wouldn't stop panicking, made matters worse.

"Shit. Zinaida's body hasn't dissolved completely. What are the police going to say when they see the vat of acid? It's not as if we can carry that heavy container and dispose it, can we? What about the bloodstains? The skeleton. The—"

Ebun rambled on and on. As Sean watched her pace to and fro through the hollow, abandoned room, he could feel his blood heat to boiling point.

"Let's just start cleaning up. You are worried about bloodstains. Well, your clothes are the only thing that has bloodstains on them. After all, you were the one who did all the punching. You can take them off so we can use it to wipe off the mess we've made here."

Heat rose to Ebun's cheeks as she stopped in her tracks from pacing anxiously — and it wasn't the heat that came from excitement or a rush of hormones. She was infuriated. How could he shamelessly say something like that?

Sean, on the other hand, was having fun from messing with her. The lividness on her face was worth the show.

"We haven't made any mess, and I don't need to take off my clothes," Ebun said, glancing at the trunk and the ground where Miss. Zinaida's body once was before they dipped it into the acid. She found it spotless and without a single blemish of a bloodstain.

"Oh!" Sean feigned elation. "You don't mean it, right? Happy New Year, Ebun."

"How can you even make a joke in this situation?" Her anger rose another meter on the thermometer of her rage level when she realized that Sean had been messing with her.

"Because you won't stop complaining, and it's very annoying. It's not like I know what to do, either. If cleaning up a mess that doesn't even exist would save us from the police, I would have done that. I would have thrown the vat of acid away despite how heavy it may be. We are both in this mess. It's not just you. So calm down and allow me to think so we can figure this out together."

"I'm sorry, Sean," Ebun's shoulders sagged. "I've just never been in this situation before. Also, there's a lot at stake for me if I end up getting arrested. Mrs. Mariyah will report me to my sister, which means I will have to go back to Nigeria. As for you—"

Ebun was going to ramble on about how Sean wouldn't be in any trouble compared to her when she realized that he, too, was equally in a deep shithole.

"Mrs. Yekaterina! That darned woman!" Her eyes widened. "How could she ask for your services as the leader of the psycho barracks and not do everything in her power to protect us from the police now that everything has backfired?!"

Sean shrugged.

"Well, I can't say if she's done anything to protect us or not, but obviously, we can't rely on her right now," Sean stood up from the pavement and wiped off the speckles of dust that smeared his overall.