A Good Night

'Fucking old man.' Dante thought with a sneer on his face watching the fuming Churchill leave with his mistress. Dante didn't miss the Number look back at him with a mixture of fear and desire before hurriedly turning forward with her head ducked in embarrassment.

But compared to his anger it was worth about as much a bucket of water in a forest fire.

"Ethan." Dante called to one of the twins who brought Churchill in. "Follow them. Make sure the geezer doesn't pull anymore stupid shit. Call Walker and let him know the matter is dealt with and he can go back to his business and get his attack dogs back on their leashes. Have David give me a report on Churchill's itinerary for the next month tomorrow morning while you're at it."

The red head cursed under his breath before digging in his pockets to give his snickering brother a wad of cash before moving to follow his orders. Caden wished him goodnight while counting out his plunder.

Dante didn't pay it any mind. The pair were always betting on who would get what job when a situation popped up. No one had any idea how much money passed from one brother to the other altogether but everyone agreed it was well above the six digits by now.

Dante let out a small sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Churchill did a decent job bringing in clean money with his casino and acting as a viable midpoint for various merchandise that the family would transfer around Area Eleven. His damn temper and ego was the problem. He seemed to think that because he'd inherited his 3 generation spanning business he should be top earner when he didn't put in nearly the necessary work for such a thing. He coasted on his father's and Grandfather's hard work.

Caleb Walker, a former foot soldier for the Brittanian Army, ran a far more successful business partially due to also using an escort service with his own casino as well as ensuring as few violent altercations occurred. The man also knew how to work a crowd getting them excited for various performances and events to occur whether they be a Tournament style pit fight between Elevens or a concert from a song idol.

That said Walker would dismiss any and all forms of civility when provoked. At most he would phone in his grievance before going after whatever dumbass provoked him. His attack dogs as Dante and others called them were the men and women who came out alive with Walker during his time as a member of their nation's meat grinder of ground forces. When called upon there was no one better to call up to unleash Hell on whatever poor fool stirred them up.

The last thing Dante or anyone for that matter needed was those people running amok with drive-bys and IEDs. Nevermind the wasted money and manpower infighting would cost them, there was also their beloved Viceroy to consider.

Clovis, The Peacock of Brittainia as he was called behind his back, could and had turned a blind eye to the Mafia since his governance began. But if enough trouble got started he'd make a spectacle of it in order to save face. Violently so. The fool wanted to be seen as the Perfect Prince despite his Area being one of the most violent in the whole world without doing anything substantial to make it happen.

In that sense Clovis and Churchill were perfect for each other.

Dragging his hands down his face the Mafia heir released a breath. It was fine. The matter was handled and Walker would go back to ignoring the world to run his business. David, a very capable information broker, would get everything from Churchill's favorite breakfast to his little Eleven squeeze's history. The woman herself would let him know of any bullshit the windbag would get up to whenever he got around to fucking her. It was time to focus on more pleasurable matters.

No sooner had he turned around Milly was all over him. The blond locked her lips around his own with her arms wrapped around his neck.

For the third time tonight Dante blinked in surprise at the Ashford heiress. To be fair this wasn't the first time Milly was the one to initiate physical affection between the two but it was never this...forceful. She usually preferred to tease it out of him with soft pecks and light touches. Not try to devour him.

Maybe he had gone a little bit overboard with all the little normalities he'd given?

He put it out of his mind to match her tongue with his. His hands reached down to grope her ass cheeks causing her to moan all the more needily into his mouth.

All the while Ichiban and Caden whooped and whistled in the background.

With reminder of their audience Milly broke their lip lock breathing heavily from the lack of air and desire before looking down in a rare fit of embarrassment.

Feeling a sting of possessiveness the Jackson heir glared at the two before ordering them out. Ichiban gave a ridiculous thumbs up before vacating the room, snagging a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket for his later enjoyment, while Caden strolled out to give him a hearty pat on the back saying they'd grab Nigel and Arthur from next door and to call if he needed them.

Damn earrings! His men were always a light hearted bunch but the tacky jewelry made them far more casual than ever! It didn't stop them from following his orders but still! He was their Boss dammit!

'Screw it. There's more important matters.' he thought as he leaned down to kiss and bite at the sensitive spots on Milly's neck. "Now what could've possibly gotten into you to do that?" He muttered into her skin.

Milly shivered at his actions but to her credit she wasn't just sitting around letting him have all the fun. One hand maintained a grip in his hair while other slipped down to his own rear end. Milly continued by peppering his cheek with he kisses getting as close to his ear as she could to answer.

"I saw what you did~." She whispered back getting a shuddering breath out of him when she nibbled on his earlobe. Clearly she'd been mapping out his spots just as much as he had. "So mean of you Dante. The guy was flopping around like a fish out of water. You didn't even take him seriously for a second." She rubbed her knee at his groin clearly enjoying the memory and his reactions to her teasing. "And to add insult to injury that poor woman didn't stand a chance. The poor thing looked like she was a step away from begging you to take her on the spot."

This girl...Dante hadn't planned on moving things forward this early but Milly was making it very difficult to control himself!

Did he reassert control or did he just surrender and take her? He had to decide quickly!