An Unauthorized Fued and Brazenly

Dante casually laid his hand upon the side of her face, stroking her cheek, "Milly?"

She made a small sound in response, questioning, as her brilliant blue eyes gazed up at him.

He moved his hand down her body to fondle the curve of her hip fondly, the magic of his earrings alleviating all stress from this confession, "I need to tell you something about me... about my family. It is important if we truly are to be ever wed. My... my family isn't just involved in the military and real-estate. In fact, those facets are relatively small parts of our... portfolio as it were. My father is the Black King. We... are deeply involved with organized crime..."

"I know," Milly said, staring into his eyes, "It doesn't matter."

Dante blinked, suddenly off-kilter. She knew?! How?

He must have said as much because Milly smiled mischievously, "I have my ways! You think I wouldn't put my considerable resources to work, investigating the cute little hottie I've become so taken with lately? I'll have you know that my social-fu is like none other! As Student Council President, the collective brain power of Ashford Academy is at my disposal! Of course, I knew! And it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't?" he found himself uttering stupidly, his brain refusing to work in the face of this upset.

"No!" Milly cut him off as she shifted to sit on his lap, her arms looping around his neck as she gazed into his eyes, "Because I love you." She paused and giggled, "I know. A bit early, huh. But- no matter who you are. No matter what you've done. No matter what you do in the future. You could be the most fearsome gangster in the history of forever and I'd still love you." She punctuated her point with a dip and a kiss.

Dante pointlessly struggled on, now his heart hammering away by this latest declaration, "Ah...uh...Yes, It does matter! Milly, the Black King is an underworld boss, a gang leader and..."

"I know what a crime lord is." She interrupted with a smirk, "And it doesn't matter to me. If anything, it makes you even hotter."

"Really?", Dante gave a sigh, slumping back in his chair. Somehow he'd underestimated Milly.

She nodded firmly, "Really."

He'd thought she'd have problems with this revelation. But that clearly wasn't the case. Was it the earrings? Was it the collective power of all of the mind-bending normalities he'd placed on her? Or was it just- her? Would she have always been so accommodating?

Dante didn't know. He just knew what she'd said made him smile.
However, he had to speak up before this went any further, "Milly...there's more. You need to know."

She withdrew from her position on his lap and settled back into her seat with a loving sigh, "Tell me everything. I want to know it all."

He smiled, "I will.... tell you all." He nodded to his right-hand minion, Ichiban, "But first I think I need to show you what it is you'll be marrying into." He gestured at his punch-permed thug, "Send them in."

"Uhh... okay! Got it, young master!" Ichiban's expressive Eleven face went into a grimace as he turned around and shouted at the door, "Hey! Broheims! Get'em in 'ere!"

Dante could practically feel Milly tense up in her seat beside him, her ever-present smile wavering for but a moment. Softly, he murmured, unable to resist, "It's entirely normal for you, Milly, to be turned on by what you are about to witness and accept it as a normal part of society's bargain."

Then the doors opened and two figures were pushed into the room, stumbling in. One, a middle-aged man with graying temples and expensive clothes. The other was a cringing figure, a beautiful young Eleven in her mid-twenties with long silky black hair spilling down her back and wearing a short dress. Her hands were tied before her, and the lower part of her face was obscured by a wide white handkerchief.

Clutching Milly close to his side, his fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh of her right butt-cheek, Dante regarded the gangster with an easy smile, "So good of you to join me, Mr. Churchill. I’m afraid that I can’t really offer you much in the way of comfort here right now, but…"

Pushed to his knees by Ichiban and the others, the man snarled, "Enough of the bullshit, Dante. What do you want?”

"Temper, temper.” Dante wagged a disapproving finger. “Being quiet is the beginning of wisdom. As your lady friend has been discovering.”

The man's gaze snapped to the girl, who hung her head in shame. The man swallowed heavily, a glistening bead of sweat trailing down his cheek.

"As you can see, she's unharmed…currently." Dante laughed cheerfully as he got to his feet, holding Milly's hand as he did, kissing it gently before he straitened and let it go, approaching, "Take good care of her. She seems to be a real keeper – it's you she seems to like, rather than your money."

Churchill glared, but Dante saw his face soften as he looked towards his mistress. “Don’t worry, Little Flower. I’ll get you out of here.” His face hardened as he looked back towards Dante “If you’ve hurt her…”

His voice trailed off as Dante stepped right up to the Eleven, his crotch a mere inch from the tip of her nose,“You’re not in a position to threaten.” There was no humor in Dante's voice now. “She’d be at home in that nice apartment you installed her in right now – maybe even waiting for you in her bed. Likewise…”

Dante gestured at the adjacent wall and the storehouse in that direction, "...your rigged slot machines wouldn't be in my care, ready for some love from my boys' sledge-hammers..."

Ichiban couldn't control his mouth like usual, chuckling, "Heheha hell yea, young master! Nigel and Arthur are ready right there. I kind of punched one into oblivion a bit earlier on accident!" He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

Dante ignored Ichiban's antics. The muscular Eleven was a bit dim but he was absolutely loyal to a fault. He'd been Dante's man before the earrings and he was even more so now.

Bending down Dante softly bit the girl's ear lobe causing her to gasp and twitch. Then he whispered to her, "You're a slut. A woman dedicated to making her way in this world with the dirty gash between your legs. Its entirely normal for you to recognize this opportunity and lay your hand upon my crotch and feel my worth."

Breathing heavily, the girl grasped his meaning and ran a slim tied pair of hands over his thigh towards his crotch. The girl's mouth opened as she felt around with her hands, feeling the shape of his erection through the fine trousers. She slowly moved her hands up and down, squeezing lightly when she reached the tip.

"If I outman your... man, normally you'd whisper the truth into my ear right now."

The girl was scared. That much was obvious. No surprise there, that was the point of this little show. To put the fear of god into her, but far more so into her paramour Christopher Churchill. Still, despite her severe nervousness, she leaned forward and whispered in a quavering tone, "-you're- bigger-"

He grinned, not surprised in the least. Quickly he whispered, "You will now serve as spy for me, normally spreading your legs for your beau here, feeling vaguely disappointed at his meager efforts and forever pining after my own dick, telling me everything I want to know about his operations in the hopes that I pity you with a fuck."

The girl trembled, "I- I will... see what I can do..."

"Good." He patted her on the head, like one would a dog. Then he jerked his hand away, leaving her hair in disarray as he turned to Churchill.

“You’d have all of these machines ready for installing in your gaming parlors, instead of under threat. And all you had to do was follow the Black King's rules. But you didn’t. You started a feud in our city, you brought **** to the streets when the entire reason you were given such an excellent deal was to ensure peace…"

Dante turned and grasped the pistol stupidly thrust into one of his thug's belts and brandished it, "So tell me why shouldn’t I shoot the girl and have my boys here smash these precious pachinko machines to pieces?”

Ichiban raised his meaty fists while the rest of the brigands raised their guns as he delivered the final punchline. “And for an encore, shoot all of you.”

There was a silence, one that Dante eventually finished. "Now, if you've stopped posturing, let's consider. I am willing to overlook all this nonsense from you, and to return your stolen property…"

"...for a fee, no doubt."

"Naturally. But while I'm sure your business here can sustain such a hit, can you say the same for your other holdings?"

The man blanched.

Dante crossed his arms over his chest, "Agree to bury the hatchet with your rivals. Undertake not do do it again... and pay an indemnity. One million Brittanian pounds."

The man inhaled sharply.

Dante turned his head to look at him, "Of course I can't **** you to agree to such terms. You, of course, are free to leave whenever you like." He paused, waiting for a moment before continuing, "But if you leave now... well, let's just say this is your only chance."

The man gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes.

“Will you accept diamonds?” Churchill still sounded furious, but the fight had gone out of his voice.

“Indeed I will. They don’t lose value, the way that paper money does.” Dante grinned, then abruptly turned serious again. "And just consider this. Next time you start something in my city, I won't give you the option of paying. And just remember: I never make threats I won't follow through on."