Old Money Doesn’t Kneel (Closed)

[DariusD]

Old Money Doesn’t Kneel​

Featuring : Darius Fallenstar as Scott O’Riley and Heartofcourage as Alexandra

Setting: Old Money Doesn’t Kneel is set in a metropolitan area with a rich history (think Louisiana or Chicago). Thanks to the recession, families of once great political influence have come under the knife, leaving the next generation to scramble for any semblance of the vast wealth they once had. Criminal behavior is often the result, ostensibly because of the long reach and connections of these families. Law enforcement in these cities, almost always underfunded, gets great press when they bring a former family down, but little in the way of just rewards. Corruption and moral decay are everywhere.

Erotic Elements: This story is one of political corruption, and of two colliding worlds. There will be BDSM elements, but neither party is expected to be submissive – this is an erotic, passionate, explosive meeting of wills.

Fetishes Included: Anything goes, except mutilation, scat and murder.

 

[DariusD]

“Fucking blue bloods,” Scott said, his Irish accent flavoring the words. He stood outside the downtown precinct building, an eroded relic of the past with dirty walls and wilted shrubs. His partner was inside, being dressed down and possibly demoted for just investigating the clandestine operations of one of the city’s major power-families. A family that had recently climbed out of the recession and into extreme wealth, with no apparent cause. Scott’s partner, an older detective who knew the lay of the land, had taken lead. And, apparently, someone on high had realized what was happening.

Now, Scott feared, he’d be alone. He bit his bottom lip, a habit he’d tried to grow out of but never quite managed. A tell, if he was playing poker. How could he take control back? What could he do to fuck the fuckers who’d fucked him and his partner? No idea was forthcoming.

A few minutes later, Scott’s partner, Bill Price, an aged black man with a robust stomach, came out of the building, eyes hardened into bricks. “It’s not good Scott. I’m not fired, but I’m behind a desk for now. You’re going to be on your own.”

Scott, predictably, cursed. “What then? Do we just give up?” Scott was still young, just in his thirties, and his lean frame carried an energized passion that bordered on anticipatory violence. A lean, wiry man with sculpted, bronzed good looks that had come in handy more than once, he wore his brown hair in a rakish mop around his face, framing eyes that might have been blue or green or hazel. Going under cover was what Scott was good at, it was what he enjoyed: he was Bill’s second half. Bill investigated, Scott got the evidence. They were a good team.

“No,” Bill answered curtly. “Fuck no,” he added, for Scott’s benefit. The old man rarely cursed. “You’re going to do what you do. Investigate. We’re just going to come at it from a different angle. There’s another family, a competitor with the Starlings, one that hasn’t hit its stride yet. Hell, from what I hear, they might have already gotten into the black again if the Starlings hadn’t been stealing all the real estate in the area. If we can get some dirt on this other family, leverage them ,they can help us get the Starlings back.”

“And do what?” Scott asked, “Just help another bunch of assholes climb to power?”

Bill shook his head. “The asshole you know and have dirt on is better than the one you don’t. This city works differently now, Scott. We’ve got to take everything into perspective.”

Sighing, acknowledging what he already knew, Scott nodded. The motion drew those curling locks around his face, where they brushed his scruffy bearded jawline. Without the beard he’d have looked too thin, too angular. With it, he looked wicked.

“Besides, I’ve already got some leverage on this other family. All it’ll take will be getting you on the inside. Convincing them to deal with you, that it’s in their best interest. And you’re good at that. From what I hear, the new head of the family is a pretty girl too. You aughta like that, right?”

Scott shook his head, “Girls complicate things. I don’t like to put my dick in crazy or illegal, you know that Bill.”

Bill, grinning, just took Scott’s elbow in hand and led him to his car, where a manila folder, and new opportunities for both men, waited.

 

[heartofcourage]

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The city was a blur of slate grey buildings and thick glass. It had started raining, a steady drizzle that created spider web patterns across the tinted window. She sighed softly, a hand brushing back a lock of her raven black hair as her eyes took in the sites that were rushing past as her dark sedan wove through the narrow streets.

Alexandra DuPrey had taken on the challenge of pulling her family from the depths of hell. Her father had squandered the family fortune until it had left them bankrupt. Her great-grandfather had been an oil baron, creating an international empire before his death at the age of 87. In the ensuing years, ever single penny had been spent, leaving the family with nothing to show for it.

At 28, Alexandra had booted her father from his own company, encouraging him through force to take early retirement on a sunny Caribbean island. She was the Queen Bee, the be all and end all, and the one that had saved the DuPrey’s good name. If only she could figure out the Starling problem.

The Starling family had been the bane of her existence for nearly a year. They were ruthless as she was, dealing in the same industry that catered to the seedy underbelly of the city, but there was something that put them over the top. For some reason they had the upper hand and try as she might, she had been unable to break through the glass ceiling that was holding her back.

Her thoughts were halted as the sedan pulled up in front of a multistory gothic building. She waited patiently as the driver exited and opened her door, holding out his hand to her to exit. Placing her pale fingers into his, she stepped onto the sidewalk as the man held an umbrella over her head to keep the rain away.

“Thank you, Charles. I should be ready for lunch at noon.” She said, taking the umbrella from him and starting across the concrete.

Her black heels clicked as she strode into the building, the sound sharp on the shiny white marble. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the lobby following her as she made her way to the ornate elevator that would take her to her penthouse office.

She could see her reflection growing in the polished metal, her pale skin glowing in the dull light from the sconces. She was dressed sharply in a black dress, her favorite that hit just above her knee. A vain woman, she spent hours making sure her makeup and hair were just so. No one would ever catch her looking less than perfect.

As the doors slid open and she stepped inside, she pressed the button for her floor and turned to face the doors as they silently closed. There was much to do today, she thought to herself. She would have to check on recent art acquisitions, both legal and illegal. There would be the call made to her overseas ventures. There would also be the phone call made to the FBI branch to talk to her informant, trying to figure out if they were still on her case. If she were lucky, the men that had been inches away from happening upon her nefarious business would have removed. If that had happened, it would be a very good day.

 

[DariusD]

Scott O’Riley arrived outside the DuPrey building shortly after Alexandra’s arrival, an envelope of Bill’s making in his hand. The fact that he was, in effect, planning on walking into Alexandra’s home turf with a nuclear weapon in his hand didn’t bother Scott much. He’d always been the doer, the guy who put pressure on the bad guys, who made things happen. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with what Bill had proposed, but neither was he overly concerned: things changed, it was time for a change.

Stepping into the lounge, Scott affected a porcelain smile, all even white teeth and roguishly dashing good looks. Dressed in a blue button up and denim jeans that hugged his ass, revealing just how grippaliscious it was, he announced himself to the room’s secretary with a bold frankness. And a slight Irish accent.

“ ‘ello there dearie. I’m here to see Ms. Alexandra about a matter of great importance. Would you please tell her that a member of the police department is here to speak with her. In a friendly and sweet manner, o’course.” Cue another award-winning smile followed by his moving back into the luxurious reception area. Despite the decay of the family, Scott had to admit to himself, Alexandra kept appearances up. Taking a seat, his movements fluid enough to mark him as a martial artist or some sort dancer, he positioned his hands across his knees and fixed a look of open, non-threatening honesty on his face, doing his best to draw any onlooker’s attention from his aggressive eyes.

 

[heartofcourage]

Claire had been working for Miss DuPrey for nearly a year, doing the day to day paperwork that was generated from the business. Everything passed through her desk, every phone call and letter, every bid and offer. There wasn’t a piece that she didn’t see. It was the arrangement that had been struck when she was first hired and she couldn’t be happier with her place in life.

Glancing up from her desk as the door opened, she was taken back by the handsome man that stepped inside. His smile was sly, his perfect teeth flashing like a shark with a meal in mind as he saddled up to her desk and told her exactly why he was there. Another flash of his pearly whites and Claire nodded dumbly, reaching for the phone and dialing Miss DuPrey’s extension.

A steamy cup of coffee sat at Alexandra’s right hand as she perused through the papers that were neatly lined up on her giant mahogany desk. Her office was the epitome of tasteful opulence, showing whoever that entered that she was truly in charge. She might not have had a pot to piss in, but she was bound and determined to fake it until she made it.

Alexandra glanced from her morning newspaper towards the phone as it buzzed. Frowning slightly, she placed the paper down with a rustle and picked up the line, listening to her secretary’s hushed tones as she told her that a cop was there to speak with her.

“A cop?” Alexandra asked, her dark brows furrowing in a deeper frown as she thought about the problem that she’d recently had with the FBI. Could it be that her informant had come to pay her a visit? Surely he wouldn’t have been that stupid…

“Send him in.” Three simple words as she placed the phone back into the cradle, glancing across the room to her as she waited for this mystery man to enter.

 

[DariusD]

Scott came into the office a little unlike most police detectives: confidence, he certainly had, but unlike most veterans who sank into the scenery, unassuming and polite, he seemed to fill the space up. He wasn’t quite a bright light; rather, he radiated a certain charm that drew the eyes, pulled attention from those around him. Charisma, most called it. Scott had that, and luck, in spades.

Which was why, swaggering like some sort of urban cowboy from that Justified show, he rolled into Claire’s office and then turned, closing the door behind him. On the plus side, it allowed Claire an excellent view of a nice, tight little apple bottom and a fairly strong-looking back, albeit clothed. On the down side, it showed just how badly Scott wanted privacy for this meeting.

Once the door clicked shut, Scott moved to Claire’s desk and dropped a manila envelope, a few sheets of paper sliding out. “ ‘Taint nothing big, honey,” Scott said with a smile. “Just a little dirt. And not to be used on you at all. Isn’t my intention to back a hellcat like yourself into the wall. Rather, I’m here with a big bowl of creamy honey for you, and that’s just the wee little stick to incentivize you listening honestly.” He promptly slid back onto a chair across from the pretty woman, his emerald eyes gleaming mirth and appreciation. “Now then, what’ll it be lassy?”

Fuck, he was so very Irish today.

 

[heartofcourage]

Alexandra watched as a very attractive man sauntered into her office as if he owned the place. She raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow, her eyes following this strange man as he made his way across the ornate oriental carpet until he was standing before her. She had to admit that he was very handsome. Too handsome, she thought as he smiled at her with a row of pearly whites. It was a shark’s grin, one of a devious nature.

Her eyes were drawn down towards the manila envelope that had been placed on her desk, the papers within spilling out as he started to speak. His voice was laced with a sweet accent, one that was lilted and light. It certainly matched the pretty appearance of his body, she thought.

Listening quietly as he spoke, she leaned back in her black leather chair as he slid into a chair across from her. His emerald eyes were gleaming, looking over her porcelain features with a sort of appreciation that only a man could have for a woman.

“I’ve had men much more intimidating that yourself sitting there in that chair telling me what I should and shouldn’t do.” She said, her arms crossing over her breasts as her eyes stared straight into his. “Unlike most women, I don’t faint away at the sight of a charming smile and a nice body.”

“If you’re here to make a deal, spit it out. I don’t have time to waste.”

 

[DariusD]

If anything, the woman’s tone seemed to brighten Scott. He nodded, as though giving thanks to her brusque manner. He was not a man given to these sorts of subtle games, and it was a great easing of his burden for her to wash away the trappings he’d expected from their meeting.

“I want the Starlings fucked six ways from Sunday, and I want you to help me,” Scott said frankly. “I know your family has a history like theirs and would probably be just as crooked given the chance, but you’re not. For now, you represent the lesser of two evils.” The accent faded as he spoke, all business.

He made a broad, almost floating gesture, his fingers moving with impressive, delicate dexterity. “You know some of the people they deal with. Some of the big dealers, some of the big movers. Maybe even some of the people in power they’ve got in their pockets. You help me maneuver those fuckers into position, and I’ll round them up and arrest them as soon as I have proof. The Starlings lose an ally – you lose an enemy, and we both win. What do you think, lassie?” Another smile as the accent came back, inviting and open. Like a friend she’d had forever.

Deep down, Scott knew he was taking risks that his partner would have moaned over, but just wasn’t Scott’s way. He was a forthcoming kind of guy and this arrangement needed to have some sort of trust for it to work between them, right?

 

[heartofcourage]

“The Starlings.” Alexandra repeated in a low, slow voice, watching this man very closely now. What did he know about the Starlings and why did he want her to help him screw them over? “Please continue.”

She listened to the man as his accent faded and he grew serious. She watched the lines on his face change from cheerful to intense, lines appearing at the corners of his mouth and eyes as he pinched his features. He most definitely had an impressive figure, one that he carried well and with confidence. Still, there was something about him that she didn’t trust.

Perhaps it was the way that he smiled. Maybe it was the way that he spoke as if what he were saying meant nothing at all. If he was a cop, it was very suspicious that he’d be asking her what he was. What cop in this city would ask her such a thing? She couldn’t quite figure it all out.

“You want to know what I think?” She asked, folding her fingers together and steepled her hands as her elbows rested on her desk and she leaned a bit closer to him. “I think that you are certifiably insane. If I admit to you everything that you think you know, I could be in very serious trouble. There isn’t a cop or agent in this city that would walk into my office and ask me to do what you are.”

“Either you’re a fucking idiot or you have balls of steel. I’m not really sure which at the moment.” With that statement, she leaned backwards into her chair and continued to stare at him from across the desk. “Prove to me that you’re not wearing a wire and we might be in business.”

 

[DariusD]

Scott didn’t hesitate: he stood and began peeling his clothes off. First, his leather jacket, which he tossed onto the desk for her to manhandle as she wished. He was wearing a flashy blue button-up with silver buttons beneath, and that he simply scooped out of his pants and peeled over his head. The motion was long and sinuous and revealed the sort of tight, leanly muscular body one might expect on professional athletes. He had the long lines of someone who was once a swimmer or a runner, who’d moved on to serious weight training: stamina mixed with raw strength. Hairless, with a pale complexion, his adorable little nipples instantly perked in the office temperature. Then, came his jeans – as expected, his thighs and calves were quite promising-looking, with a swirl of a Celtic knotwork from one ankle all the way up his thigh, vanishing beneath grey boxer-briefs that hugged a tempting package. He tossed those and the shirt on her table as well.

Bare, save for his boxers, Scott looked at the woman across the table from himself and asked, his voice wry and accent thick, “Now, Lassy, once yer done lookin’ through me things, perhaps you’ll be proovin to me that you’re not wearing a wire either, eh?” He arched a brow mischievously, not quite leering at her, but close.

 

[heartofcourage]

Alexandra watched the man strip piece by piece, each item of clothing thrown on her desk for her approval. When he was down to the tight boxers that hugged his muscles, she picked up the first item, running her fingers over it until she was satisfied. When she was finished with the pants, she tossed them back at him. The same followed with the shirt and finally the jacket, each item thrown back until he had all of his clothing returned.

She smiled slightly as he told her that he was expecting proof that she wasn’t wearing a wire as well. “I’m not the one that barged into this office demanding help in taking down one of the largest criminal organizations in this city.”

In a smooth motion, she stood from her chair, her body moving like fluid water as she moved around to the other side of the desk and stood close to him for a moment. She could feel his body heat standing so near and he seemed completely unconcerned with the fact that he was still half naked.

“Put your pants on. You’re taking me to lunch.” She said, turning from him, her black hair fluttering as she sauntered towards the door to her office. “I don’t talk about such serious business in the office. It’s always better over a glass of fine wine.”

 

[DariusD]

Scott blinked at Alexandra in a slow, easy fashion that balanced well with the hungry grin that illuminated his face. “I notice you didn’t mention me pullin’ anything else on, lassy,” he said in that fetching, rolling brogue of his. Nevertheless, he got dressed, though he took his time to do so. Scott was not a bashful man, not by far.

Once he was clothed again, he happily opened the door for Alexandra and led the way, allowing her the choice of which car to take – assuming that she’d be worried for a wire in his car, too – but directed her to a restaurant of his choice, “Le Mirage” he said, not quite pronouncing the words correctly.

It was a notorious place – known for its deep shadows, waiters and waitresses of impeccable taste and discretion, and wonderful Italian. The makers of The Godfather would be quite pleased. Plus, it served wine.

During the drive, Scott glanced over at Alexandra’s profile, studying her despite himself. He’d wondered if he would have to strong arm this woman and, perhaps, he would. But for now, he was more concerned with strong arming his growing desire for her. She had poise, grace, intelligence and beauty, but more than anything else she had a hint of danger about her. Most women, Scott knew, were draw to his effortless charm, his accent, and his beauty. In a way, she and he were of a kind: wolves surrounded by sheep

 

[heartofcourage]

Alexandra crossed her arms as she watched the incredibly pompous officer start to pull his clothing back on. He was certainly a handsome man, she had to admit, but there was something about his tone and ease that rubbed her the wrong way. He was a man that was accustom to getting what he wanted and she was a woman that never bent to anyone’s will. It would be an interesting lunch to say the very least.

As he finally finished and opened the door for her, she stepped into the inner office and glanced at Clair before she followed behind him towards the elevator. She informed him that they would be taking her car and she would have her driver wait on them at the restaurant.

It shouldn’t have surprised her when he mentioned Le Mirage. It was a place that was both upscale and exclusive. It had dark booths and shadows for all of the deals that couldn’t be made in broad daylight. She was very impressed.

During the drive, she said nothing, her head turned to look out her window. She knew he was staring and she didn’t care. To show any sort of weakness was a sin and she would be damned before she turned and looked at him.

“You fancy yourself a lady’s man, don’t you?” She asked as the car turned down the street that Le Mirage was situated upon.

Finally turning her head to face him, she smiled slightly, her eyes lighting up with the danger of the entire situation. “You’ll find that a handsome smile and a tight body don’t do much for me. You’re a smart man though. I’m sure that you can find other ways to sweet this deal.”

Just then the car pulled to a stop and her driver was out quickly to open her door and offer her his hand. She took it, her slender fingers sliding into his large palm and she stepped from the car effortlessly.

 

[DariusD]

“I know how to take care of most women,” Scott replied to Alexandra’s question, nothing but absolute confidence in his voice. “Even the bad ones,” he added, a little less flirtatiously. “I’ve taken my share in, and I do what I have to do. Regardless.” He wasn’t stonewalling, not really, just making sure she understood something important: Scott wasn’t all sex and model good looks. He was an officer of the law and even if he had to go to bed with evil to get the worse villains, he wasn’t going to make the transition easy. Ever.

He softened the end with a small smile though, indicating that his harder words weren’t personal. At her other statement, he said nothing, but he did take her hand as they exited the car, feigning being a couple, perhaps? Or risking both of their reputations by being seen so intimately?

Scott didn’t know what she was thinking; that said, he enjoyed it. Enjoyed the tingle of forbidden desire, the softness of her skin. His skin was hard, calloused despite the signs that he might lotion every inch up nightly; there was real strength in this man and warmth too – he radiated it as he walked with her up and into the interior of the building.

The ceiling was low, the light dim, and the conversations all murmured, discreet and many of them were in foreign languages: it was en vogue to speak Italian in this place and those looking to show off often did it.

Escorting Alexandra to a small table in a rounded corner, one with no clear lines of visibility to the rest of the room, Scott paused, murmuring in his playful voice, “Do ye risk sittin’ next to me, or will ye be sittin’ across?” Something in the way his expressive lips curled suggested a test or a challenge, either way.

 

[heartofcourage]

Alexandra enjoyed men that knew what they wanted and the way that Scott challenged her wasn’t lost on her at all. He was most definitely a handsome man. She would be blind not to see that. He was also a cop and that was incredibly dangerous to the company that she had recently resurrected. She had to play it safe, keep her wits about her…but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t have a little fun in the process.

The dim interior of the restaurant was filled with different men and woman making many different deals. Some legal, some not so much. Still, no one so much as looked at them as they passed through to the small table in the corner. Scott’s playful voice whispered across her ear and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Did he really think that was a challenge that she wouldn’t take him up on?

“You’ll find that I like to live dangerously.” She whispered back at him, laughing softly as she slid into her seat and looked at him as if waiting for him to take himself up on the challenge.