My mask of seduction slips over my expressionless face as my heels click against Diablo Parasio's floors. The key to seizing an empire from the worthless emperor's fingertips is by ambushing him when he least expects it. Diablo is out of commission, focusing his attention on other matters. Nico is the only obstacle I have to get into Diablo's office, and once I'm in, he ain't getting it back.

This step is fairly easy.

Once Diablo tries to fight back is going to be the problem.

What a nuisance.

My ass cheeks shake with every step since my thong leaves little to no resistance for them to act on their own. The thong is lace, a floral pattern linked to my thigh-high stockings and with my matching lace black bra. My hair cascades down my back in ringlets like a long, swirling spring.

Before I reach my destination, my emerald-eyed Muneco tucks a baggie into my waistband and sends a sexy wink of encouragement. For Nico, tonight would be a night he would never want to forget or go through again. I doubt he will be around after the stunt I'm going to pull on him.

Deep grooves of sternness fill Nico's face as he lights up his cigarette and takes a long, hefty puff of it, releasing white rings of smoke into the air. The top of his hair lays messy on his golden blonde hair, contrasting against the dark brown undercut. His eyebrows are thick, arch while his nose sticks out a bit too much. The mane on his jaw is shaven, leaving an inch of length.

Opposing from smoking a cigar, he's like a soldier standing straight and still by Diablo's door. As he should. His salary relies on keeping this door closed until Diablo's arrival. Too bad he's one of my many casualties. My frame halts in front of Nico, receiving no attention as he keeps his gaze upward.

Playfully rolling my eyes, I steal the cigarette from his grasp and take a long drag, filling my lungs with smoke. "Nico, why are you hanging out all alone? The strip is far more interesting than this plain black wall. Don't you want to see a pretty girl shake her ass?"

Nico scoffs. "Nothing new. None of you guys are worth watching."

"Even me?"

His eyes narrow. "Especially you."

"Ouch." My tone is coy, playfully, hidden in my snarky response. "Is that right? I never received a bad review? Do you have any pointers?"

"No."

He is colder than fucking ice.

Taking another drag from his cigar, I wiggle it between my fingers with my arms crossed over my chest. "Come on, Nico. I have never seen you let loose once! Why don't we go somewhere else, and I can give you a private show? No charge."

His dark eyebrows crook in doubt. "I don't get paid for letting loose. Besides, you never offer a free show without an ulterior motive. Be honest and get this conversation over with."

I shrug my shoulders purposelessly. "What? I'm bored. My client doesn't come for a few hours, and I wanna have some fun."

He swipes the cigarette from my grip and takes one final drag before stomping on it. "Go find someone who is interested. I'm busy."

My fingertips dance over his flexing biceps, causing a small crack in his composure. His breathing tatters in and out, his nostrils flaring as he straightens his back. It excites my blackened soul. Not nearly as much when Asiel squirms, but I'm thrilled to see Nico's downfall. My fingers float to his coral dress shirt, feeling the way his muscles flex as I run them down.

"Are you sure you aren't interested?" I lick my lips, batting my eyelashes to add emphasis. "I'll make every second worth it... I also have something else to add to the fun."

With a dazzling, flirty smile, I sway the small baggie in his face as his irises gleam with an urge. Always, and I mean, always investigate your subjects. Nico is an adequate soldier, but people always have weaknesses. Little old Nico's weakness is his dependence on a drug called coke. It never usually gets in the way of his job, but with the big boss away, who would tattle on him?

Certainly not a bobblehead escort, snorting the same shit he was.

Yes, of course.

Clinking heels come from the distance, coming closer to reveal my raven-haired buddy in mesh, bow floral, bodycon slip-on. It's easily see-through, and Tania isn't wearing any undergarments, leaving her boobs and pussy on display. Nico is salivating, his eyes ravaging over her frame as if he hadn't been fucked in years.

Tania's irises gleam at the sight of coke. "There's nothing better than getting high and receiving good head. Wouldn't you agree, Nico?"

Nico's tongue takes a leisurely stroll across his lips. "I-I wouldn't know."

Tania's lips curve to a frown, her eyes drooping. "Really? That won't do. Mika and I give stellar blowjobs. All you have to do is share."

His voice cracks as he says, "I-It's not mine. The coke belongs to Mika. S-So, what do you say?"

"Baby, I thought you said you weren't interested," I taunt, a prideful smirk tugging at my lips.

My mocking is enough to throw them down the edge of the cliff as he tosses Tania and me over his shoulders, slapping our asses roughly. We giggle together, squirming on his shoulders as he struggles to unlock the door to Diablo's office. Our fidgeting earns us another harsh slap on the ass, and he lays us down on the desk, knocking all of Diablo's paperwork to the floor.

Opening the baggie, I form two lines on my breast for them to inhale. Tania glides her nose across my girls, squeezing her nose after she inhaled the Coke. Nico is more aggressive, latching onto my waist as he motorboats my boobs, inhaling the contents as he peppers them with sloppy kisses. His freshly shaven jaw scrapes my body. Nowhere near the sweet, delicate way Asiel plays with them.

Nico falls backward into the swirly chair, bringing me along with him. He rips the bralette from my body, letting my boobs tumble free as he curves his tongue around my peaks. Tania tenderly grabs my other breast, enclosing her mouth around my nipple. My body arches, soft moans escaping from my lips. Mainly because of Tania, because Nico is horrible at pleasing a woman.

Or maybe I'm too used to the way Asiel pleasures me?

Nico doesn't waste another second and slips his hands in my thong, sliding his finger up and down the cleft of my pussy lips. My body is on fire, igniting from the passionate outburst. If Tania wasn't here, I don't think I'll be soaking my panties. Only Asiel has my pussy trembling, excited, drenched from a single look. 

Leaning over so Tania's lips are right against my ear, she mutters, "Just hang on. We almost got him."

Nico removes his lips from around my peaks as he leaves a trail of open-mouth kisses on my neck and slides his finger into my lips. He isn't sweet, delicate, or cautious with his movements, basically stabbing my insides as he drills his fingers in and out. Why do guys think fast automatically means good? New flash it doesn't. If anything, my sexual arousal is depleting, and my pussy is getting drier by the second.

However, I play the part and become a moaning mess. Finally, as if God has seen the light, Nico shifts over to Tania, repeating the disrespect on my body to hers. Tania seems to like it, her thighs clamping and unclamping around his hand. He pinches her nipple hard, making her gasp.

"I'm thirsty," I blurt, landing on my feet as I walk to Diablo's alcohol supply.

Juggling three glasses, I pour whiskey and mix a little extra gift for Nico. I perform a split as I intersect between the two, handing them both a tumbler. Nico downs it in one go and returns for seconds in Tania's pussy. My legs drape on the chair, and I knead Tania's boobs, lapping my tongue over her areola. She moans, low and soft, massaging the clit of her pussy to push herself over the edge.

Nico's half-hooded eyes drift upward and lock his hand around her wrist. "Baby, I don't need assistance. I know what I'm doing."

Do you really?

Tania bends her back on the top of the chair, groaning as her balance throws the chair off, and all of us land on the floor. My elbow bangs against the metal safe, and I bite down a yelp as the pain spreads through my veins. Nico is lying on his back, his chest heaving up and down, rippling with laughter. The laughing frenzy disappears as soon as it starts, replaced with his groaning.

"Fuck. My head," Nico whines, messaging his temples.

"Are you okay?" Tania asks, standing upright from the fallen chair.

Nico struggles to get up, using the desk for leverage, but still collapses to the floor. "My head i-is spinning. I-I might've hit it." His tone is drowsy, slow as his eyes seal shut.

"Thank. Fucking. God." I exclaim, kicking my feet in the air in delight at finally getting rid of our obstacle.

The office is in shambles, with littered paper, broken staplers, and shattered alcohol, forming a puddle. Our attention drifts to the door as someone knocks lightly, and delight zings through my veins. Asiel sports a small smile, waving his hand awkwardly at Tania and stares cautiously at Nico.

"Are you sure he's lights out?" Asiel asks.

I bob my head. "He's out for now."

Tania clips her bra back on and grabs a bottle of scotch, probably burning any taste of Nico from her lips. "And I thought Sebastian was bad. My pussy fucking aches. Thanks for nothing!" She flings the liquid at Nico, and he doesn't move a muscle.

"See you later, babes." Tania sends an air kiss and exits through the door.

My arm is concealing my breasts as I search for my bralette, only to see Asiel waving it in front of my face. He motions for me to spin around, and I hold my hair as he clips the bra onto my body. An emotion nips at my chest as I glance at the few hickeys Nico left on my boobs. Asiel's eyes linger on them for a second, but remain quiet.

"You didn't have to watch the entire thing, you know," I say, playing with the charm on my wrist. "I know it must be hard to watch your girlfriend with someone else."

Asiel let out a weak chuckle. "Yeah. But I wanted to make sure you were safe. Besides, you're mine. There's nothing to worry about when I get the real Mika every day and night."

Slowly step by step, I wrap my arms around his neck and tuck myself into his neck. The sweet, woodsy cologne radiated from his neck straight to my nose. I don't know why this feeling is burning a hole in my chest. I don't even know what this feeling is classified as, but I'm losing my footing.

"If it makes you feel any better, the entire time I wished I was with you," I confess in a soft whisper, nibbling on my lip.

Asiel's arms tighten around me, and I melt in his arms. He is making me get used to all this soft lovey-dovey shit, but I wanted to ignore the warning signs for a minute longer. To let his hard, solid warmth comfort me after flinging myself into a dreadful situation. The most dangerous thing I could do was give someone else the power to soothe me in moments like this.

I can only rely on myself.

It's been proven plenty of times.

"It makes me feel a tiny bit better," Asiel admits, his voice hidden in a burst of husky laughter. "Are you okay? He didn't go too rough with you, did he? I'll fucking bust his face in."

"Calm down, Muñeco," I state, tenderly rubbing my hands up and down his arms. "Save the fighting for when it matters. I'm perfect as a peach. Sweet and juicy."

Asiel places a quick peck on the top of my head and slowly unravels his arms from around my waist. "Remind me to take a bite of your juicy ass later." He gently swats my ass cheek. "Now, let's find any evidence involving Isabela."

My heels shuffle on the cluster of papers as I dive onto my knees and pat Nico's limp body down, searching for the sacred key. A sharp object pokes my palm as I go over his left leg pocket and pull out a golden key with three circular hooves on it. Bingo. The key fits perfectly with the safe right in the corner.

Confidence runs through my veins. "He almost made this too fucking easy. I'm a bit skeptical."

The key slips through the hold of the square-shaped safe, and I twist it until a bells chime, opening it up. The navy-black safe is smaller than his money-coded one, but it carries two important things. Papers with the finical records of Diablo Paraiso and a structure map of all the underground levels.

Unfolding it, I lay out the map on Diablo's empty desk and slump into the chair. Asiel drapes his arm on the chair and leans over my shoulders. His eyebrows mar in confusion. My body trembles with malice, my temper raising a newfound level as I see the new addition. He fucking kept this from me? 

"What is it, Mika?" Asiel asks, cocking his head.

A deep sigh departs from my chest as I swallow up every inch of outrage. "This. Diablo constructed a new level underneath the Mazmorra a few weeks ago. He always kept me up to date with things like this. He deliberately didn't mention it for a reason. This place might be where our answer lies."

Asiel grabs a red marker and circles the level. "Alright, Princesa. Should we go probe through it?"

I bob my head, folding the map back up. "Yeah. It might lead to something. Can you get one of your men to crack the code on that safe and steal about one-hundred grand worth of money? Also, we should take two for security. In case Diablo has that place on lockdown."

Asiel snaps his fingers and commands his associates in Spanish to do my favors. Since the little fiasco at the party, his crew has been extra cautious to execute his plans without any objections. A ghost of a smile sneaks on his face as the staff obeys him like dogs, and I think Asiel is starting to value his leadership role.

Just like sex, power is an addiction.

One taste is all it takes for someone to devote their lives to stay in power. Asiel is one of the lucky ones. He was privileged from the start. However, being privileged only puts him a step above others, but he has to work on the foundation. Money, familia, and privileged can only get a person so far. My death grip on Asiel is doing wonders for his authority over his familia. A few more crucial lessons and he should be set for life.

Or mainly me.

I will be set for life.

Asiel and I stride down the hallway until we reach the elevator and tap his membership card on the dial. The doors open to an empty elevator, closing as we enter, and I skim over the buttons, discovering a new one. It's flashing red lights with a skull symbol in the center, and I push it. The elevator abruptly halts, knocking both of us off our balance. Asiel grabs onto the bar and uses his other arm to wrap around my waist, giving me stability.

The collection of buttons gets consumed by the elevator wall and is traded off for a pin pad. A screen pops up above the number key and reads 'enter code' on it. My fingers buzz with electricity as I tap in Diablo's birthday, receiving an ear-shattering horn of disapproval. I guess he isn't as obsessed with himself as I thought he was.

Next, I try the date when Diablo purchased this glorious club, but the horn fires off. Dammit. The screen is blinking bright red with a warning signal. If I get the next code wrong, it will alert Diablo of a potential break-in.

Asiel tugs on my arm. "Mika, are you sure we should risk the chances of him finding out?"

"Eh," I say, giving him a shrug. "What is he going to do? Deny entry? He's on the other side of the planet. I'm not afraid of him. Let him find out I'm going after his ass. Makes the game entertaining."

"You're fascinating, Mika," he says, releasing my arm.

Cracking my fingers, I survey through the catalog of important dates Diablo likes to dawdle on and try to select one. Could it be related to me? Or would that be too easy? But if I was involved, which date would he consider password worthy? Metaphorically, I tug the hoop out of the grenade and dial the code.

To my surprise, the elevators begin descending, and the screen reads, welcome Diablo. This fucking dumbass. Now, this is seriously getting way too fucking easy.

"What was the code?"

I smirk, glancing over my shoulder to face Asiel. "The date Diablo and I met."

October 15, 2007.

Before Asiel could get another question out, the doors crack open, revealing a darkly dim room with a burnt orange spotlight. The cobblestone walls are a deep-sea green as my six-inch heels get swallowed up by the dirt floors. All bright light drains away from the screen as the elevator door closes behind us.

Taking one step, Asiel interlocks our hands like tangled rope as the two associates take the lead, squeezing their pistols. My Muneco's hands shudder with fear as sweat projects off his body.

"I'm not a big fan of the dark," Asiel reveals with an uneasy chuckle.

"It's okay," I reassure, squeezing his hand. "Give me your gun. It's never bad to be alert."

Confusion washes over his handsome face. "B-but we have them to take care of us."

My head cocks to the side. "Muñeco, I trust your authority, but I don't leave my life in other people's hands. That's how you die. Only you can protect yourself better than anyone else. When have I failed you?"

Asiel reluctantly hands the pistol over, his arms gravely trembling. "Let's just go search the place so we can get the fuck out of here."

His associates steadily walk into the connecting passageway with the burnt orange light casting their stern faces. They're back to back, holding their guns in the air and unleashing a ripple of bullets. Instantly, Asiel collides with my body, digging his face into my neck as his frame jolts with every bullet. Silent prayers escape Asiel's lips as he tightens his hold on my frame, and I thrust my fingers through his hair to comfort him.

Even though he is right by my ear, his prayers are silent, almost as if he's mouthing the words. I catch a few words in the midst of his Jesus frenzy. A lot of Mikas, keep safe, sorry, please, and girlfriend. Did he even ask to protect himself? Or is he only wishing for my security? It chips at my interior, and I immediately hate the way my body is feeling.

What is this?

My attention stirs back into focus as a bullet drives through one of his soldier's arm, and the other's skull. The injured associate reloads and fires away the last of his bullets as the sound of another body slumps to the ground.

"All clear," he announces with a small groan.

Leisurely, I pull away from a reluctantly Asiel and lift his chin to face my gaze. "Stay here, Muñeco. I wouldn't want you to get sick. I promise I can take care of myself if it comes to that."

Asiel holds his breath, trying to hold back the vomit. "I'm sorry, Mika. I'm working on it. I promise, one day, I'll be able to follow you all the way."

My lips press a soft, feather-like kiss on his knuckles. "It's okay. Don't overexert yourself. I... I need you."

Leaving Asiel behind, I stride through the orange hue hallways with my hand hovering over my gun at every sound. Four bodies adorn in classic suits ooze on the floor, ruining the quality of my heels with their fresh blood. They were all guarding the metal door at the end of the entryway, protecting Diablo's secret.

Like a slingshot, the clocking of gun rings in my ear, and the metal edge is pressed at the back of my head. A measly chuckle leaves my lips as I dig my elbow backward, hitting him straight in the throat and causing the pistol to slip from his fingertips. With his fingers wrapped around his throat, coughing up a frenzy, I wave my five fingers before gifting him with a bullet to the skull. 

"Try again, bitch." I smile, proud of the chaos.

Continuing forward, I reach the metal handle and use my entire body weight to twist the handle. With frustrated groans, I finally rotate the door open and stumble in. If it wasn't for my grip on the knob, I would have dropped to the floor from the abruptness.

A chillness creeps through my spine like an unwanted ghost.

Sobs, protests, curses, questions bombard my ears as I survey the entire space. The rage vibrating through my veins causes my heart to exhilarate to new heights. My fingers bind around the metal bars as I gawk at the figures locked in. This place is a hellhole. A desperate hand clings to mine, clawing at my clothing to keep me from leaving.

The despairing hand belongs to a girl.

One out of hundreds of them lock behind these bars.

"Holy shit."

Damn.... That was a crazy freaking chapter... also, guys I promise there will be a longer, steamy scene involving Tania... 😏Make your bets on how that will happen...

Wow, I'm mind blown... Mika is confused. She won't admit it tho. It's cute. It's like she's Asiel none trying to deny the truth... don't we just love when characters do that?!? Lol

Onto sad matters, Diablo man... why would you do that to those people... mmm, I wonder what he thinks he will get from this... Mika is about to make him pay 😝

How do you think it will go down?

Thank you guys for reading this chapter and I appreciate all your comments and votes💜💜! Love ya!