The other side of the coin

Hey everyone, due to a weird bug with CHYOA that made me submit this chapter twice without saving anything, this is my 3rd time writing this event from scratch, I hope you like it :/. I also edited my last chapter to change Molly's vernacular a bit to be more in line with what I want her character to be, check it out if you like.

After drying myself off, I tried to take my mind off of the enraged ball of testosterone that was on his way to assert his dominance... or something. Janet's apartment was fairly straightforward, despite its enormous size. It was composed of a single main rectangular generalized living space (let's call it the lounge), along with several bedrooms, the balcony, and a laundry room directly attached to the lounge's edges. The only rooms directly inaccessible from the living room were the bedrooms' private bathrooms. Honestly this place seemed designed for a kind of group living, I had no idea what use Janet or Bill had for this place previously. I was sitting on a barstool pulled up to the kitchen's prep island, drinking some weird craft soda I found in Janet's fridge. I ran my hand through my hair, still wet from the jacuzzi. I grimaced, it reminded me about what was coming. Any moment now, Bill would start treating that door like his least-favorite pair of bongos and though there was no analog clock in the room, I could still feel hear the seconds ticking by.

As if on cue, said bongos began. "JANET!" roared Bill, his voice now familiar to me, "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE YOU CHEATING BITCH, OPEN UUUUP!"

I thought the tension of waiting for him to arrive would be worse than him actually being here. It wasn't. I was scared and stressed out, and started babbling nervously, "He really grows on you, doesn't he?" I said, looking toward Janet. Then I saw her walking toward the door, toward that danger. "W-what are you doing?!?!?" I said, jumping off of the barstool.

She looked at me with a calm face, and spoke with a confident voice, "I'm sorry, master, but I need him to be inside the apartment by the time Molly arrives," she says, as if that's obvious or something. "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you," and winked. Of that I had no doubt. Janet would sacrifice herself to keep me safe. The problem was, I didn't want her to. Not only was I kind of attached to her emotionally, but the idea of her getting hurt because of my coin didn't sit well with me; I'm not prepared for that kind of guilt. Not to mention her acting all cool was really weakened by the rancorous cacophony coming from the door. I was about to tell her to stop when I looked back and saw determination in her eyes. She asked me to let her handle this, after all.

I sighed and nodded, which she returned. And in the middle of an arrhythmic **** on said door, Janet rapidly opened it, causing Bill to literally fall inside. It didn't take long for him to stand and the fiend revealed himself for the first time. He was tall, slightly moreso than I was, and muscular, significantly more than I was. His hair was a steely gray and his face recently shaven, only a trace of stubble. His appearance was all out of wack, eyes bloodshot, his clothes disheveled, his tie undone and just dangling across his neck. If I had to warrant a guess, he caught our call while he was at work and ran to his car with reckless abandon. He ran his hand through his hair and straightened his shirt before addressing Janet. "You made a big fucking mistake betraying me, Janet. Nobody betrays me, nobody. Especially not two-faced whores who tell me they love me."

Janet scoffed in indifference, "Bill, really. I have more important people to do than to listen to the incel rage of my ex-boyfriend. How about you go home and we pick this up never, mkay?" I couldn't tell who was more surprised, Bill or me. It was like Janet couldn't tell that this guy was poised to clock anyone that pissed him off and she-

He clocked her, interrupting my thoughts. Bill raised his fist and **** it into Janet's left eye, sending her into the hallway outside the apartment. She was clearly still conscious from how she was moving but she was on the ground. I felt relief. Your neck can break if someone punches you in the right way. It looked like he didn't. But while I was focused on Janet, Bill was focused on me. He grabbed my collar, and **** me to the wall next to the door. "Your turn, asshole. I'm gonna rearrange that face of yours." And he pulled his arm back to punch me. I closed my eyes and prepared for pain.

But pain never arrived. After a few seconds, I realized I was no longer being **** to the wall, and dared to open my eyes to an unfamiliar sight. In front of me stood a woman. Actually, "woman" was pushing it, because as best as I could tell, she was definitely younger than me. Tall, beautiful features, and long black hair, blacker than you'd expect on a white girl. She wore what appeared to be a prep school uniform and expensive earrings, her hair kept in a black hairband subtly darker than the hair itself. Her complexion was well-kept and her deep black hair silky. I didn't know who she was (though I had a good guess) but it only took one glance to determine she was rich and took excellent care of herself. And she was looking down at...

Oh. Bill. Bill was on the ground, convulsing. He had what appeared to be a kitchen knife sticking out of his neck, and he was clearly suffocating. And yet despite that he looked up at his attacker and gurgled something incoherent.

"Don't speak, William," replied the girl in a cold, yet melodic voice. "You don't get to speak after raising your hands against _my _master."

My guess turned out to be true. This is the Molly that Janet called. Looking down at her hand, I could see her holding tightly a small object. No doubt it was a coin. She was one of my girls now. She didn't need to know anything about what was going on, she only saw that there was someone harming me, who she learned from the coin was her master and sole reason for living. I didn't have tome to appreciate it, however. Bill's movement stopped, he was dead. In order to prevent myself from vomiting I quickly stepped over him and hobbled back to the kitchen island. I sat down roughly and began sipping on my soda to calm down. I needed new stimulus if I was to avoid fainting, and sugary carbonated goodness was a good place to start.

Behind me I heard a few things. First, Molly was calling someone named Isaac on her phone, and second, Janet closed the front door and walked up around me, standing across the kitchen island from me. After a pensive moment, she spoke up.
"Are you mad at me, Frank?"

I noted her use of my name. It was kind. At this moment I wasn't anyone's master, but a meek man who hadn't appreciated the gravity of this power I was given. I needed a friend, someone who understood what I was going through; not a supplicant. And she felt that. I replied in kind. "No, Janet, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at myself for not preparing myself for something like this." She looked relieved. It made sense, I was the person who mattered most in the world to her. "I mean look what happened. I've had these coins for less than two hours and a man is dead because I went on some horny power trip." She nodded in understanding. As crazy for me as she was, she could understand what was happening on my end, and I could tell.

"I didn't want to scare you more than was necessary," she said, unexpectedly. I was about to ask what she meant when she clarified, "I could see you were having difficulty understanding what to use the coins for, so I showed you one of the most powerful men in town falling to it. I wanted to show you what you could do. The life and happiness you could have using them could be infinite, so I wanted you to realize now before you waste too many of them that the sky's the limit." So that's what this was about. She wanted to bulldoze through any holdups I had about using these things. Not her brightest moment, but the fact that she was still ditzy even after taking my coin showed that these things don't change your personality. They just make you belong to me. It did make me feel better, in a way.

"Don't worry, Janet," I said, hoping to allay her fears about me abandoning the coins. "I haven't given up yet, though your idea was pretty lousy, I gotta say."

But before she could talk back, Molly approached from behind, sitting in the barstool next to me and putting on a concerned tone. "How are you, Master? Did he hurt you?"

I shook my head, and made eye contact with her for the first time, "No, Molly, I'm fine thanks to you." She was truly beautiful. I took her in for a moment, and she could tell. Not that it bothered her. "What was the phone call about?"

"Ah, that," She returned to business, "I spoke to Isaac, he was William's right hand, his majordomo if you will. William Cordelion was the head of a small but profitable syndicate of mainly but not strictly legal businesses, which is where he made most of his fortune," I had a feeling this was the case since he was putting his girlfriend in a luxury apartment and beating the door like a snare drum. His rhetoric reflected as such as well.

Molly continued on, "Isaac handles most of the day-to-day, William handled important decisions and is the public visage," she flicked her hair. Cute. "As for this event, Isaac is going to handle the cover-up. He'll have some men move William somewhere else and stage the **** in some way that benefits our position. The mayoral race will fall to William's opponent, but that's unavoidable at this point. Ownership of William's businesses will fall to Isaac and I, which will improve his position in the syndicate but I have it on good authority he won't betray me, and even if he wants to be on top, I wouldn't particularly mind, my focus in life is you, master."

I was touched, but a little put off by the casual callousness of mafia life, especially with her dignified young lady aura. "Is Isaac at all bothered you killed him?"

"He was certainly surprised," she began, "but I told him a tale that explained the circumstances well enough. He believes that I was meeting my 'boyfriend'" she says, indicating me with her eyebrows, "here in order to meet Janet, who was in all likelihood going to marry William. When he found out you and I had slept together, he flew into a violent rage and tried to **** you. When Janet tried to stop him, he struck her and turned toward you. I stopped him with the knife, killing him." It wasn't far from the truth, and I chuckled internally that she took the opportunity to formalize me as her boyfriend. "This lined up with Isaac's knowledge of William's impulsive behavior and he determined it would be best for everyone if his **** occurred in a more advantageous way."

"Wait, I'm confused, why would he get mad at you and I having sex?" She looked puzzled. I looked to Janet, who looked scared. That's when it hit me. I jumped up, kicking the stool behind me on accident. "Hold on, Molly! Are you Bill's daughter?!?"

She looked confused for a moment longer, then looked to Janet, who shook her head back. Molly began giggling hysterically. "Oh dear, she didn't tell you?" I shook my head, I was livid. Molly stood up and made a bow "Yes, I am Margaret Cordelion, daughter of William Cordelion, student at the Graymaere Academy for Young Women, heiress of the Cordelion Crime Syndicate, and your newest wife. It's a pleasure, master."

"Well, I'm Frank Masters, college student and rat bastard, apparently. I'm also, your... master, Molly. Margaret?" She shrugged, indicating that either would work. I'd have to decide on that later. Before that... "Why did you call him William? Isn't 'dad' more appropriate? 'My father'?" I had to know.

Her face turned stone cold. "The moment that man raised his hands against my master, he forfeited the right to be my father." It was cold, it was visceral... and it was kinda hot, I felt like I was wrapped in a warm, protective yandere blanket that had spikes on the outside. "Oh, but by the way, master, there's an issue with Isaac we might need to resolve." I raised my eyebrow in curiosity.

"I told Isaac that you had taken my virginity. If he arrives to find that's false, he might doubt the validity of the story...