Asa
Writer...Dream...Fantasy
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The largest criminal empire... Nadya Diamante.
No one has a clue who truly is in charge.
No one would ever suspect her. A mere club owner she was the unassuming at best since who would ever expect the wife of the local muscle trainer for the various "families" Retired or so everyone thought before he was found dead with a mistress and not the cutesy title of an affair... An actual mistress. Not that she cared... The woman worked for her. Had he been husband 5 or six? She really couldn't remember all she knew was she had no plans yet for leaving town as she had done so many times before when she was building her empire. Every marriage gained her title and power unseen and the devotion of those who ~had no idea one of theirs" was such a heartless deviant to ignore a beautiful loving wife to go run off with some other man mistress or hooker~.
If they only knew her primary global chain of clubs catered to the ones looking for a mistress for a night or more or even something more permanent. Her clubs acquired her information which gave her power to take over any organization she wanted.
No one knew who comprised her advisors under bosses soldiers much less her true inner sanctum. Only they knew how to tell who was who. A tie tack, or cufflinks, or bracelet, or for the very select a silver and leather cuff told rank and job to those who knew but outsiders would be none the wiser.
Boss we found a cop snooping around... He is in your private den at the club... Waiting.
She glanced up from the muscle-bound biker bound beneath her. Her hips rolling over his mouth as she made use of one of her males eager to pay for failing her orders the night before in her bedroom.
Very well dismissed see to it that he is properly prepared before I get there.
Prepared how ma'am? Enemy... New employee or... Latest acquisition?
The man asked carefully.
Latest acquisition... Now GO!
No one has a clue who truly is in charge.
No one would ever suspect her. A mere club owner she was the unassuming at best since who would ever expect the wife of the local muscle trainer for the various "families" Retired or so everyone thought before he was found dead with a mistress and not the cutesy title of an affair... An actual mistress. Not that she cared... The woman worked for her. Had he been husband 5 or six? She really couldn't remember all she knew was she had no plans yet for leaving town as she had done so many times before when she was building her empire. Every marriage gained her title and power unseen and the devotion of those who ~had no idea one of theirs" was such a heartless deviant to ignore a beautiful loving wife to go run off with some other man mistress or hooker~.
If they only knew her primary global chain of clubs catered to the ones looking for a mistress for a night or more or even something more permanent. Her clubs acquired her information which gave her power to take over any organization she wanted.
No one knew who comprised her advisors under bosses soldiers much less her true inner sanctum. Only they knew how to tell who was who. A tie tack, or cufflinks, or bracelet, or for the very select a silver and leather cuff told rank and job to those who knew but outsiders would be none the wiser.
Boss we found a cop snooping around... He is in your private den at the club... Waiting.
She glanced up from the muscle-bound biker bound beneath her. Her hips rolling over his mouth as she made use of one of her males eager to pay for failing her orders the night before in her bedroom.
Very well dismissed see to it that he is properly prepared before I get there.
Prepared how ma'am? Enemy... New employee or... Latest acquisition?
The man asked carefully.
Latest acquisition... Now GO!
Walking into her personal den at the club she smirked to see the man there blindfolded and stripped down to his dress slacks with his hands restrained behind him on his knees. She had learned before walking in that another employee had recognized him from a little market down the road where the owner had referred to him as detective. She was quite impressed at the strong yet not overly muscled male kneeling before her.
Well now... Detective... What brings you snooping around my little club hmm?
Lifting him to his feet she stood close letting him feel the mix of leather and silk that encased her every curve. She smiled seeing a shiver wash over him.
You see... Spies and trespassers... When caught... Belong to me... Till I get bored. But you don't want to be cruel enough to bore me... Do you officer? After all isn't it the motto... Protect... And... Serve? Don't worry detective... You most certainly will be serving me however I wish it... Is thst clear?
When his lips parted as if he were pondering answering her she licked his lips.
Let's start your service with shy you tried to invade my home here... My club?
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She owned them all from old world mobsters to bikers street gangs. Killers hackers thieves... If it even remotely skirted the dark underworld she owned the best of the best. Owned was truly the best word for it. The heads of her operations gangs crews... She owned mind body and soul. Failure was repaid however she desired and since the latest young president of her primary mc interrupted her evening being late for their meeting he had paid the entire night. She was at least pleased at his stamina and desire to be for forgiveness in any way she wanted him to as long as she wanted him to.
She smiled down to him as he devoured the "breakfast" given as she ground and rode his still ever eager tongue.
You won't keep me waiting ever again... will you My wild man?
