His Left Hand
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"You are nothing without me," he growled. "Without your father you're just some bitch who inherited the drug business. You may not love me: but you need me and I want you."

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A meeting took place in the skyscraper tall building. 2 o clock. It wasn't much to ask for an afternoon meeting, but as the clock hit 12, the boss found himself jogging to his office. When his assistant came to him trembling, he didn't even need to hear the client's— partner's names.

The boss never liked these creatures: they had just needed new land and quick. Not to mention it was more rural and would draw less attention while still being close to the city.

Of course, he hadn't been happy to send his wife out there in a little cabin to make sure it was safe to move there, but according to her everything was perfect. And if things were as perfect as they'd seemed, perhaps he'd join her out there: it'd be the perfect place to raise children and he knew she'd agree.

"Good afternoon gentlemen, you're here rather early." He welcomed, entering the conference room and standing at the head of the table.

"Yes, now please sit down, we have much to discuss."

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"Well now that we've discussed your price, what are your rules." The don asked, referring to Slender's first statement about price and rules.

"Everyone who's going to be living on the land needs to be in here." Slender states before a man pokes his head in.

"Charles, just the man I need. Can you go retrieve (Y/n)?" The man blinked before peaking back out and nodding his head.

"She's right here."

In walked that innocent girl the brothers had seen yesterday, except now she didn't look so innocent. Instead, she wore power, whether it was in her heel or the red fabric on her breast, she was blood and she was power.

"Ah. Gentlemen, this is my wife—"

"Ex wife. And we've met."

She smiled, red lips curving and rising to reveal pearly white teeth. Somehow this woman became both beautiful and frightening. A smith & wesson 38 on her hip.

The don's eye twitched in anger: how dare she make him a fool in front of his new partners! They'd perceive him as a liar. He had already introduced himself as a powerful man with a wife who was going to bare his children. A wife who was hopelessly in love with him, not one who undermined him and challenged his leadership.

"Excuse us, gentlemen." He was ready to break something of (Y/n)'s and not a possession. Whether it be those perfect teeth or chopping off one of her gentle fingers, he was looking for blood and her response only encouraged his lust.

"No I don't think you should be excused, Erik. You've made quite the situation here. Too cowardly to claim the territory you try to steal so you try and throw Charles wife in the mix. You could barely even pay rent, I'm certain, without him and yet you so carelessly toss your partners into a pit of flames."

"Watch your tongue, or I will cut it!" Erik yelled in response.

"Silence." Slender snapped. "I believe we've heard enough. While Ms. (L/n) is living on our land she is under our protection. Until you've paid the price, she is untouchable: wife or not. Now, I must bid you adieu, Don Erik Simone. Ms. (L/n) we shall see you this evening to discuss the rules of staying in our territory."

"Of course, sir." (Y/n) nodded her head, letting her eyes linger a little too long on that squeamish, angered slenderbrother who couldn't keep his glare hidden.

The four left, Splendor's gaze locked on the two, his gaze softening when he shifted focus solely on (Y/n). Oh yes, how delicious emotions of lust taste. Her gaze turned to the angered man beside her.

"Chastise me. I dare you."  (Y/n) turned on her heel before going to flirt with the receptionist while thinking of that angered look on the Brothers face. It was quite enticing, even more he didn't eye her up and down like the men did of the dons gang. Only the other three, and one only looked with lust, the others surprise.

'Surprise...' she grinned as the blue eyed blonde girl flushed at the daringness of flesh against red silk. Of course, if she wanted things to work, she had to stop playing with so many toys. In fact, it was time for school and to open the book of that dashing brother.

"Tell me, lovely. What do you do to learn a joyfully squeamish creature to bed?" (Y/n) asked her dearest friend, puffing out a thick grey cloud of smoke from her cigar.

"Depends, 1-10?" Lada asked, Russian accent laying on thick.

"I'd love to say 10 if it wasn't for his dangerous counterparts, so rather a 9 or 8.5 at the least." She answered, trying on the new dress Lada made for her.

"Trust is important," Lada began, synching the waist of the dress. "If there's no trust, you will not bed him. Build trust, bedded in a week."

"Of course, he can't be that easy." She sighed.

"Tovarishch, you make him easy. Take him on picnic perhaps. Make him confide in you. Surely man so on-guard would confide in beautiful strong woman." With the finishing touches Lada steps away to show her the other dress.

"Lovely, if this works I will take on you a shopping spree of a lifetime."

"YA budu zhdat."
("I'll be waiting."

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"I hope we're not interrupting anything, Ms. (L/n)." Slender apologized, glancing around at the lovely little home (Y/n) had created for herself.

"Oh no, nothing is being interrupted. Besides, with so much business going on, free time like this seems rare."

"Indeed. I must say you look lovely." The Trenderman complimented.

"Why, thank you. I hadn't thought I was dressed to impress today." She quipped with a gentle smile.

"Onto business. We must discuss the rules and rent."

"Of course."

"Thank you for the tea, it was lovely." Trender thanked, leaving with Slender. (Y/n) had been slightly disappointed when her sweet boy didn't show up with them, but she always had plan b-z for back up.

It was only an hour later when she heard a knock on her door and there stood the man of the hour.

Oh, how (Y/n) loved the taste of something bittersweet...