Scarface’s Unscarred Face

Well, mostly. But first, Family of Slaves was just the same as it had been, as now I had two Akiras and two Jacksons, but it wanted 3. More positively, NTR Master had updated Partner’s In Everything, as expected, it had added children to spouses and siblings in the category of people I could make share SP. Useful, though not as helpful as it might be. Honestly, parents would be more useful, as access to younger women was a lot easier and they were more likely to be claimable without raising questions. But that was a problem for later, this was good progress.

Speaking of progress, Peyton had had the surgery, over the weekend, and she was back. Scar removal was a fairly straightforward procedure and didn’t take too long to recover from, but she still had a sort of mask, or giant eyepatch, really, on, which apparently contained some sort of lubricating ointment, or something, which she had to wear for another week and it should protect from infection as well as assisting with the healing.

“I did it,” she said, bluntly.

“He knew. He says you did a good job.”

She brightened at that. “I’ve got a hearing this Friday. I can’t wait to get out of her and get off these fucking meds.”

“You can’t do that. You have to stay on the meds!”

She gave me a glare and I remembered that she was actually a crime boss who’d killed people. “I don’t take orders from you! I only take orders from the boss.”

“Yeah, I’m passing them on. You think I give a shit whether you take your meds or not? He says you’ll be on probation and won’t be coming back here, so you need to keep taking your meds.”

“Oh…right…okay.” +3 SP (Peyton: +92)

I’d never gotten anyone so high without sex, there was something weird about the fact that I got points for ‘passing along’ Scarface’s orders. Like, she wasn’t increasingly submissive to me, but to her boss, right?

Except her boss didn’t exist, and some part of her knew that, which meant some part of her knew that I was giving the orders. Or maybe the app knew. Or maybe the app didn’t exactly work like it said it did…

I shoved those thoughts to the side.

“What’s the plan, then? I can hardly keep getting orders from you. How’s Scarface getting out?”

“He’s not. That would be a dead give away. This is a long term operation. From his sources, he hears the gang still exists, Marcos is keeping things mostly intact, but you’ve lost most of your territory, only holding the core neighborhood. Trying to fight the other bosses fair is stupid, so instead, he’s got a plan.”

“Of course he does!”

“You’re going to take advantage of the one thing you’ve got going that no one else does, your ‘rehabilitation.’”

“What? How’s that gonna help?”

“He’s heard about an upcoming massive project, it’s called ‘second chances.’ The Jackson Foundation is going to be rebuilding an entire district of Gotham. They’re going to need connections and security and that’ll be the way you’re able to reclaim your throne. But you’ll have to be careful, play legit, until he says otherwise. Understand?”

“Yes, of course, play nice…that’s my boss! He can manage all that from inside Arkham? Wow…”

“The key player is Jasmine Jackson. He arranged for me to get in with her, so I’ll be able to introduce you, and I’ll get you a secure phone, so I can pass along messages from him, but you’ll have to handle the gang on your own. You can manage that. Right? Tell me you can manage that and he’s not gonna kill me because you mess up.”

“I can handle it.” +1 SP (Peyton: +93)

“Good. Any questions for me to pass on?”

“No, I can handle it!”

I looked at her flatly. “Tell me if you have any concerns. We’re in this together.”