After finishing the contents of their glasses, Dylan and Victor exited the private room and headed to the hall. They got to the hall and stood on the podium looking expectantly at the entrance as they heard the swerving and drifting of several cars that entered the compound. Dylan beamed as he already knew it was done. The Ironsides had been completely eradicated. They watched as men in black suits and white shirts walked in with their guns in hand. Some of them had blood stains on their suits and shirts.They all bowed the moment they saw Dylan on the podium. "My Daggers" Dylan said, beaming with pride. He was well pleased with them. "How many of the Ironsides survived or escaped?" Dylan asked."None" they chorused.One man in a leather jacket walked out from their midst and knelt before the podium, bowing to Dylan."Nick" Dylan called with approval. "Pope" Nick replied, standing up with a smile."You've made me especially proud today, Nick. I am well pleased with you. Consider yo
The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. Dylan walked out of the compartment without looking at or a word to Beatrice. He walked into a large hall filled with golden chairs and white tables, arranged at several spots with adequate spacing. This level of the hotel was reserved for VIPs and only very few people could afford its luxury. Even though they had a desperate manager, Dylan had to give it to The Echelon for their unrivalled excellence in design and furniture. Even The Imperial Place paled in comparison to the grandeur of The Echelon's interiors. The Imperial Place had already established a name for themselves as they arrived before most other hotels. Also their client service was exceptional and generally acceptable by the wealthy and other upper class citizens. The Echelon, on the other hand, was critically remarked for the high prices and outrageously insane charges for their VIP services. So even among the upper or the upper circle, only a few could actually p
Chelsea sat on her bed, a smirk outlined on her lips as she tossed a coin in the air and caught it. She envisioned the tribute she had demanded from Stone coming in every month. All she needed was someone she could trust with the responsibility of fetching it. It had to be a man among the several guards Dylan placed in the house. She needed to search among them to see whom she could assign the duty and trust to keep his word.Both as a high-ranking member of the cartel and the Don's own consigliere, she had earned the right to call shots and assign duties. If she wanted, she could even order for her own division of guards, men solely serving her purpose and interests. But she didn't want to be soaked too deep in the mafia business and loose sight of her main goal.She had already decided in her heart that the work she did on Stone was going to be her last. She wasn't going to request for any other jobs that would take her out of the mansion. She was just going to serve as she had origi
Dylan gently caressed Chelsea's breasts as they sat together inside the bathtub. She heaved and exhaled in pleasure as his hands worked their passion out on her boobs. The soapy water made the feel even more sensual and pleasure inducing. She could also feel his genital lump pressing against her rear end, threatening to invade her flower at the slightest chance.She chuckled raunchily, giggled softly. "You're still hard" she commented, moaning as he squeezed her boobs softly. He smiled. "It's literally impossible to sit with you in such close proximity and in such a position and not get a hard on. Literally impossible" he replied. She chuckled again, closing her eyes and heaving softly as he churned her body and mind . "Well, tell me what's been going on in your mind" she gasped softly, gently biting on her lower lip. His caress gradually slowed till he stopped. He sighed and exhaled. "You don't have to if you don't want to" she said gently."It's not like I don't want to. I just
Chelsea dried her hair with a towel, rubbing gently against it. She heard light footsteps and turned back to see Dylan emerging from the bathroom. He tied a towel around his waist, shielding his genital region while he was bare from his waist up. She smiled at his frame, admiring his muscular build as his entire outline was all the more alluring to her eyes. She chuckled to herself. She truly could never get enough of him. Even a glimpse of him was enough to get her subconscious mind worked up."Your eyes are saying something" he called with a smile as he walked towards her. "Mind sharing?" he added.She quickly turned away from him. She wasn't ready to start another round of sexual gratification. Because, as it always did, it starts with looking at his eyes. Then he flashes her his bewitching smile. Before she can hold herself, her dirty eyes would have already wandered to his pelvic region, looking for a bulge. The rest was practically history. Looking away before it all starts wa
The Echelon Dylan and Omar gently wiped their mouths. They had just finished eating their respective meals. Omar had insisted that they eat before discussing the reason for the meeting. "So, what's the update on the matter?" Dylan asked as he gently placed down the serviettes he used.Omar smiled. "Well..." he paused, looking at Dylan. Dylan tilted his head in anticipation. "Prince Hakeem agreed to your profit share percentage. It's a fifty-fifty deal" Omar announced. Dylan smiled and chuckled lightly. "Excellent" he replied. "I guess we're now officially partners, Mr. Cross" Omar beamed, extending his hand for a shake.Dylan warmly took it, shaking him gently. "I look forward to working with you, Omar" he said warmly. "Me too, Sir. I can tell it would be a wonderful experience for the both of us" Omar replied. "This calls for celebration. I think both parties should gather for a party at The Imperial Place" Dylan offered. Omar chuckled sadly. "It's a great idea, Mr. Cross. Bu
Chelsea gently put on the strap on her right thigh and holstered a gun into it. She brought her leg down from the stool and her gown gently descended over her legs, covering the strap and the gun holstered on it. She walked to her dressing mirror and observed her reflection. She looked exactly like she used to whenever she donned the Raven persona. Her hair was packed into a doughnut with a pin inserted into it to hold it. Only one thing was left but obviously not to be forgotten; her mask. She picked up the black masquerade party mask that had feathers all around it and gazed at it. It was the most important feature of her persona, Raven. As she gently tied the lace attached to the mask behind her head, she reminisced on the instructions Dylan had dished out to her. She was to meet Omar at a hotel, The Echelon. Omar would notify the management that a female visitor putting on a mask would be coming to see him. The management was to let her through without questioning or searching.
She exhaled noticeably. Then she rested her hands on the table between them and leaned forward. "Now, look, Mr. Omar. If it wasn't for Mr. Cross' recommendation, I wouldn't even try to strike a deal with you. Even if I somehow found out by another means that Prince Hakeem is into this drug business, I wouldn't patronise you guys. It's only because Mr. Cross recommended you and vouched for you that I am sitting here trying to strike a deal with you."Everybody on the streets know that LSD sell for nothing more than five dollars per tab. And this is the vendor's price. Imagine a vendor purchasing for ten and selling for five. Is that even business?" she asked rhetorically. "A vendor selling for five means he either bought for three or three point five at most. No one does shitty business here in Miami without making reasonable profit. And besides, LSD isn't even a sought after drug here. The likes of fentanyl, heroin, meth and others along these lines are more lucrative and profitable.