S
Strangebuddy
Guest
Luke relished the experience of walking through the train cars, rubbing shoulders with the common folk. His suit, a properly tailored one from Italy, cost more than the networth of most of the passengers combined and his watch was more valuable than the train itself but nothing was as valuable as the looks on the passengers' faces. Looks of envy and looks of subservience, the looks that of people who knew they were looking at their better. The train station employees had given him the same look when he asked to come aboard without a ticket to retrieve a young woman he had no relation to. Without even asking who he was.
Of course, had they known, they would have still let him aboard and then curled up into whimpering balls of human flesh, begging that he would forget their faces. Such was Luke's position. As a boy of 15 he had inherited a criminal organization that was waning and now at 45, he controlled an empire that spanned the globe. Even now a couple dozen of the lowest members of his organization were in the train, making sure the object of Luke's excursion didn't escape. Many of them didn't even know how far Luke was up on the proverbial totem pole, only that he was not be disturbed.
Luke smiled as the young woman he had come to see came into view. 5'0 with a fit body, long dark hair wrapped up in a messy bun, pert breasts, and a pair of perfect child bearing hips. The seat next to her was empty, as had been arranged beforehand. Luke calmly slid into it and let his hand run around the girl's back and down her side, admiring the soft yet taut flesh that his muscular hand now gripped. Yes, she'd make a good wife, just like his mother had wanted him to have: pretty and with a body that was made to make heirs, not the pathetic gold diggers he cast aside after playing with for a time.
"Violet, running away from school are we? That's not appropriate for a girl of your age." Luke laughed, his arm pulling her closer to him. He spoke warmly with a smile that, paired with his good looks, would fit right in on the cover of an issue of GQ. Luke looked good for his age. He never missed a day with his personal trainer and while his hands and 6'5 body had scars from the early days of his career, his perfectly manicured nails and skin treatments distracted from them.
"You know, your father isn't pleased with this arrangement, no, not one bit. That's why I'll be taking you home now." He kept the warm, insincere smile. He had reunited with her father a few months back when he was visiting his old home in a rare moment of nostalgia. Her father had been a friend in the early days, providing a respite from criminal ventures and occasionally providing some muscle on the side. Her father had told him of Violet, his dear darling daughter with big dreams but an even bigger tuition. Luke forwarded him some cash, a couple million and lower management position. What use was money if you couldn't occasionally help a friend out?
Of course, he then found out from mid management that his "friend" had burned the money in Luke's casinos. An annoyance to be sure but Luke could take the hit and he merely made him take out a loan so he could oversee that the money was paid back with interest. Then the cops started showing up in places they couldn't have known about, places Violet's father was seen entering into days before the raids. by the time all was done, Luke had been forced to arrange for a number of bribes and disappearances to occur. He was so infuriated he had to restrain himself from beating his friend to death with his bare hands. Yet in the end, he had merely resolved to making him do dock work for the rest of his days, burning through what little life he had left, with treatment little better than a slave...after all, he was going to be his father-in-law.
He leaned in towards Violet, taking a moment to breath in her scent and admire the folds and ridges of her ear.
"So dear Violet, I assume you know who I am," He whispered, never breaking his smile, "Your life as you knew it is over. You belong to me. Any questions?"
Of course, had they known, they would have still let him aboard and then curled up into whimpering balls of human flesh, begging that he would forget their faces. Such was Luke's position. As a boy of 15 he had inherited a criminal organization that was waning and now at 45, he controlled an empire that spanned the globe. Even now a couple dozen of the lowest members of his organization were in the train, making sure the object of Luke's excursion didn't escape. Many of them didn't even know how far Luke was up on the proverbial totem pole, only that he was not be disturbed.
Luke smiled as the young woman he had come to see came into view. 5'0 with a fit body, long dark hair wrapped up in a messy bun, pert breasts, and a pair of perfect child bearing hips. The seat next to her was empty, as had been arranged beforehand. Luke calmly slid into it and let his hand run around the girl's back and down her side, admiring the soft yet taut flesh that his muscular hand now gripped. Yes, she'd make a good wife, just like his mother had wanted him to have: pretty and with a body that was made to make heirs, not the pathetic gold diggers he cast aside after playing with for a time.
"Violet, running away from school are we? That's not appropriate for a girl of your age." Luke laughed, his arm pulling her closer to him. He spoke warmly with a smile that, paired with his good looks, would fit right in on the cover of an issue of GQ. Luke looked good for his age. He never missed a day with his personal trainer and while his hands and 6'5 body had scars from the early days of his career, his perfectly manicured nails and skin treatments distracted from them.
"You know, your father isn't pleased with this arrangement, no, not one bit. That's why I'll be taking you home now." He kept the warm, insincere smile. He had reunited with her father a few months back when he was visiting his old home in a rare moment of nostalgia. Her father had been a friend in the early days, providing a respite from criminal ventures and occasionally providing some muscle on the side. Her father had told him of Violet, his dear darling daughter with big dreams but an even bigger tuition. Luke forwarded him some cash, a couple million and lower management position. What use was money if you couldn't occasionally help a friend out?
Of course, he then found out from mid management that his "friend" had burned the money in Luke's casinos. An annoyance to be sure but Luke could take the hit and he merely made him take out a loan so he could oversee that the money was paid back with interest. Then the cops started showing up in places they couldn't have known about, places Violet's father was seen entering into days before the raids. by the time all was done, Luke had been forced to arrange for a number of bribes and disappearances to occur. He was so infuriated he had to restrain himself from beating his friend to death with his bare hands. Yet in the end, he had merely resolved to making him do dock work for the rest of his days, burning through what little life he had left, with treatment little better than a slave...after all, he was going to be his father-in-law.
He leaned in towards Violet, taking a moment to breath in her scent and admire the folds and ridges of her ear.
"So dear Violet, I assume you know who I am," He whispered, never breaking his smile, "Your life as you knew it is over. You belong to me. Any questions?"