Everyone has their place.

Damien and Victoria moves swiftly to the nearest door that the old man had called the gathering room. Beyond, the siblings could clean rambunctious laughter and amusement. There was one voice, however that caused Damien to pause before opening the door.

“....the last bitch boss was one step away from having my big dick balls deep inside her!!! The little cunt would’ve squirmed nicely beneath me, don’t you guys think?” The man paused, waiting for more laughter.

He got it.

Damien looked to Victoria and grinned.

“You go first.” Stand your ground, show confidence, and don’t let them - especially him - intimidate you. Also, don’t confirm either way whether you are the boss or not.”

Victoria looked surprised but then smiled evilly. “Just don’t let me get my ass kicked in there.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll be listening it. At worst you’ll take a punch or two, maybe a kick. Roll with them if he throws them and keep your distance.”

“Alright.” Victoria opened the door while Damien waited out of sight and closed the door behind her. Damien moves forward and listened at the door.

“Aww fuck no! I’m not working for another bitch! There’s only one thing I want from you cunt, and that’s...your cunt!!”

“Not for sale. Now keep yourself in your place grunt.”

“Grunt... did you just call me a grunt you dumb cunt? I’m going to pump a load into you before you leave this room today bitch. Ain’t nobody fucks with me whore. I’m going to make everyone in here take a turn too. Wouldn’t want any rats eh boys?” He turned to his cohorts

He looked back at her. “Make it easy on yourself and drop your little panties. I’ll be gentle.. somewhat.”

“I’m going to report this up the chain. You’re free to leave you ugly, fat, disgusting grunt of a man.”

“THAT’S IT BITCH!!” The man screamed.

Damien heard fast and heavy footsteps and then a loud smack followed by a thud.

Time to join the conversation. Since Damien had hired Jackie, his spare time had been learning how to use offensive combat training. How to hurt people. Badly.

Jack said he was a natural.

Damien opened the door and scanned the room. His sister was standing over the sprawled body of a three-hundred plus pound man.

In her hands was a police issue baton that she had apparently hidden away on her person.

The man on the floor was bleeding from his ear.

Damien had scanned the situation in seconds and realized his lesson needed to be adjusted.

Any more of you idiots want to attack my guard?”

Eyes were wide as people shook their heads in the negative.

“A few of you get this tub of lard out of here. He is now currently unemployed.”

“But sir, he was an under captain.”

“We’ll have to promote then, won’t we? Got your resume? No? Then work on moving this fat fuck. Feel free to hit door frames on the way out.”

“Yes sir.”

“Now....hello to everyone. I’m Damien, and you’ve met one of my guards, Victoria.”

Victoria gave a predatory smile.

She had really been spending too much time with Jack, although her quick work of the fat guy showed their time was worth the effort.