Fred leapt over the bar growling audibly. He had watched the by play of he Don with no passion as he submitted to the will of many would be domme’s. What this one wanted was to do however was hurt his property however. He had essentially come in his home sat on his prized sofa and then ripped it up because he felt like it. Sissy was the star attraction and property of the bar, not just some dame out in the street for him to abuse and throw away. She wasnt easily replaced. For the Don to feel he could so abuse one like himself who graciously invited him to his establishment was disgusting. It seemed he had no respect even for himself no dom needed to prove himself over a simple barmaid. She offered no resistance. She complied to his wishes.
” No you get the fuck out of my bar! and if i ever see you touch one of my girls again you and i will have a serious problem. You disrespected me and my place today Vincent. It seems to me I chose the wrong man to talk to in this town you have no sense. You come in this place and beat the hell out of my star like she is a common whore. You think this a 5 cent brothel? Go down the street! This is for those who have class. I don’t invite just anyone to my establishment. I made this place for the best of the best. ”
His aura darkened as his power was spread outwards, not released but the room itself darkened.
The bouncers around the room all gathered in to surround the spectacle shocked.
The hard slap across Sissy’s face shook her to the core, as the Don unleashed his fury at her excitement from his sexual attack. She was after all a succubus, and her reaction was perfectly natural, however he didn’t want that at all. What he wanted was her to protest and struggle, not get off on the public display. Holding her face with her hand, the next thing that was even more shocking was Fred’s reaction. He practically jumped the bar, and got stuck into Vinny with a verbal stoush that could very well endanger not only those that worked at the club, but also Fred and the business itself. Sissy quickly snatched up her robe off the floor, and tried to cover herself, as her eyes became fearful, that Fred was taking on the most dangerous man in New York.
She fell back slightly, thinking this was all her fault. Sissy didn’t want to see Fred or anyone else get hurt and internally wanted to offer her apologies for upsetting the client so. But she also couldn’t go against her Boss, so she stayed in behind him, hoping to God, this was not going to end in disaster.
The mob car pulled up outside of Fred’s fresh meats, with two heavies in the front seat and Alfonzo and his sister in back. Leaning forward slightly and glancing out at the shop front, he had a wide grin on his face, and shot a look back at his sister; Magdeline, who still was a bit tired looking. Knowing this place was infamous for its speakiease out the back, as well as excellent food and drink, he knew his sister would enjoy grabbing a bite, and something else tantalizing here.
“Now this place is one of the best joints in town, Mags. We will get you fed and some meat on those bones of yours, heh.”
Getting out of the car, his two burly guards got out and checked the location, both heavily armed brutes, with enough fire power to take down another mob, should they show up. Squizzy was already packing, and confidently stood on the curb in his fine suit. He offered his hand to Mags, and then when the coast was clear, they all entered the Butcher shop, with one of the guards asking for the owner, to show them were the best cuts were kept. All stood waiting, while the sound of sharpening blades was heard in the cold room.
Just as Brigitte was asking Fred if he wanted anything else, she heard the quite audible slap. Within moments, she had turned just as Fred had moved over to Vinny and was chewing him out. Glancing at the mobster, then at Sissy, Brigitte pursed her lips, then poured Sissy a drink and walked over to her. Handing it to the woman, she gave her a slight smile. “Are you okay?” Her eyes flickered towards Vinny as he was leaving, before she looked at Sissy again. No one had been expecting the mobster to react that way – that much was obvious. And it oddly enough left Brigitte angry, knowing that he’d done that to Sissy.
In the other room, Aedan was warming up when he heard the commotion. Looking towards the room, he frowned, but didn’t move. They could handle themselves, he was sure. Though he worried about Brigitte, it wasn’t like she was a little kid.
Mags stepped out of the car with her brother and looked about. He had said this was a really nice place and she knew her brothers tastes, he chose only the best. She was hungry for something good a rare steak sound good right now. Bloody and off the bone lightly seared. She hadnt had anything properly cooked since she had arrived. The scuffle she had had on her way to her brothers had left her hungry and she was ready to enjoy herself. The other mobsters had already surrounded the place. They were always so protective of them, not realizing that despite her size she was quite formidable. She was no easy meat. She liked to toy with her prey, hurt them and cause them the agony that they wanted to cause others. It amused her to no end to hurt a bully or one who thought themselves particularly strong. there was something about the way they squirmed that fascinated her, she couldnt quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was the way the blood dripped out of their body, their screams, the way they pleaded…
All these thoughts danced in her head as she made it through the front door and heard some shouting from the back room.
Realizing there might be trouble she grabbed her gun, not that she needed it she was herself a weapon. But the rest of the group seemed to follow suit as they came into the front foyer watching for signs of trouble.
Vincent looked at Sissy cruelly and was about to mock her when Fred leapt over the bar. He said nothing as he continue to stare at the redhead, seeming to not listen to one word the man had said. Watching the way Sissy reacted to his slap completely awakened the creature within him. Watching her cower before him like a wounded animal made him want to take her to his room immediately. Stepping towards Sissy like Fred wasn’t even there, he reached out to touch the cheek he had slapped only moments ago. His voice was low and dripped with honey “That hurt, didn’t it? Did you feel it more than the pleasure you felt between your legs?” Leaning in close, he breathed heavily in her ear “I always get what I want, sweetness. Do you know who I am?” His own dark aura seemed to surround Sissy as the Demon of Greed, one of the Seven, rumbled low in his throat “You are at the top of my list.”
Pulling back, Vinny finally looked at Fred as if just realizing he was there. Smiling broadly, he reached out to clap him on the shoulder “Thank you kindly for your services. Your meat…has greatly been appreciated.” Tipping his fedora to the man, he then spun on his heel and chuckled at the bouncers “I can find my own way out, gentlemen.” Brushing past them as his own aura shattered all the lights within the place as a warning, the don then headed back up to the store front.
Walking towards the entrance, he spotted Squizzy with others. His smile darkened but his eyes flashed pleasantly “Well look who it is…I imagine you are all in for a treat.” With that, the don of NYC and one of the most dangerous demons in the city disintegrated into a pile of ash without even bothering to use the front door. What would happen to Sissy if she were left unprotected?
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Sissy didn’t know where to look, but it was clear that the Mobster now had a clear fascination with her terror, and to make matters worse, Fred was reading Vinny the riot act.
” No you get the fuck out of my bar! and if i ever see you touch one of my girls again you and i will have a serious problem. You disrespected me and my place today Vincent. It seems to me I chose the wrong man to talk to in this town you have no sense. You come in this place and beat the hell out of my star like she is a common whore. You think this a 5 cent brothel? Go down the street! This is for those who have class. I don’t invite just anyone to my establishment. I made this place for the best of the best. “
Sissy was frozen in her place, her blood had run from her face, her cheek showed a massive welt that was going to probably turn into a bad bruise. With red rimmed eyes, she tremored as the Don suddenly reached out and touched her cheek, causing her to flinch in terror. Why was he acting like this? Her eyes shot back at Fred, and she didn’t know what to do. Her head was screaming at her to run, but her heart said stay still, or this madman might hurt someone else.
“That hurt, didn’t it? Did you feel it more than the pleasure you felt between your legs?”
Sissy bowed her head, ashamed and tears could be seen falling upon her robe. She had never felt so powerless in all her days, and he kept at her…in words that terrified her. “I always get what I want, sweetness. Do you know who I am?” Shaking she shot a look at the door, as she could hear others coming. She tried to swallow, but then he dealt the crushing blow. “You are at the top of my list.”
Sissy didn’t want to be on his list..or anywhere near the top. As he left, she fell back and landed in a lounge chair for patrons, curling up in a ball and rocking back and forth. She didn’t know where to look, and fear was very real for her.
Vincent had done so much disrespect to his shop, Ferdinand was furious. To begin with he thought to abuse publicly his star which was fine in a small way, he was of course as he put it the most important man in New York City. However he became to him the lowest man, with the lowest class the moment he smacked her. she had enjoyed him as a proper whore should. Done her job properly as all had seen since he had made sure all were to see it. Then following this public display since she enjoyed his passions decided to abuse her face. Her moneymaker, it was as if he had come into his home and took a shit on his couch. He was not about making money, he had no sense at all and certainly didnt belong leading anyone.
Threatening her just proved that. He watched him darken and break the lights making a mess of the place to avoid the real gangsters who had just walked in.. THE ALVISE!
Looking up he saw Alfonzo and a few of his men come in, seems they heard the whole thing from the front. He looked back to Sissy, Dont sweat it. Take as long as you need to, Why dont you wash up?
He handed her a towel and tried his best to comfort her as Alfonso and the rest walked in.
Sorry for the mess gentleman. We had a rather rude patron with little manners. can I get you something to drink or maybe eat? he said as he began to clean up the glass..
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Sissy at this point was too scared to even move, and at first, Fred’s words didn’t seem to be sinking in. Fred was acting casual, and it was like, he was reining in his own inner demon, to not go out the front shop and give Vinny a taste of his own. She knew she should move, but she felt pain and a numbness in her legs. A shaking hand traveled to her welted cheek, and though her lips moved, no words were coming forth.
She tried to grip the chair arm rests and push herself, as Fred went to see who was out in the shop front, and when she heard the voices, the horror had just increased ten fold. ~Alfonzo Alvise.~ “Oh god no..” she whispered, thinking this was about to get a whole lot worse, from the stories she had heard about this man. Clearly…what she heard, and what he would present were two different things.
The Shop front.
“Well look who it is…I imagine you are all in for a treat.” Vinny said, in a throw away comment, as he turned to a pile of ash, rather than be a man and use the door. Squizzy watched with a curious expression, and then whistled for a butcher. “Might wanna get the pan and shovel here. Last customer just infected the place. Hate to see your meat go off.” The two guards, Snowy and Angus both chuckled, one even opened the door, and said in a caveman like voice. “DIS..IS A DOOR.” Squizzy then saw the owner come through and he had heard the popping of his lights out back going out. The gangster from the rival mob, Squizzy knew right away by the look on Fred’s face…that shit had just gone down.
“You can show us through, and we can have a chat about your other guest. Name’s Squizzy, otherwise known as Alfonzo Alvise. And don’t worry, we aren’t here to damage the joint. I was after a good beef sandwich.” He then gestured to Mags, who looked set to take the butcher’s on with her guns drawn. “Mags, Sis. We don’t need to be killin’ nothing. Let’s play nice, eh?”
Walking through to the back, the first thing he saw aside from the twins, was a terrified and bruised Sissy, who looked like a possum that had been hit by spotlights. Squizzy didn’t move on her, or try any bullshit. He simply took off his hat, and gestured for the others to take a seat at the table. Angus waved at Sissy, and Squiz shook his head. “Keep it in your pants, Angus. We are here to eat and greet.” Angus pouted, then took a seat with the others. For gangsters…they sure were behaving.
“So…Fred, is it? You seem to have a little problem with Vin. I can cut you a deal, that he doesn’t set foot in here..or go near your Red…ever again. Or my name’s not Squizzy.” He then beamed a winner’s smile, as he eased back in his chair.“Now..about that sandwich.”
Mags always followed her brothers lead and now was no exception. He motioned for her to wait as they listened to the exchange in the club. Seemed the Don Amato Vinny was in there and making a real ass of himself. Mags kind of snickered to herself when the Don came in. Putting on her poker face she was all business. Her brother did all the talking her countenance was the usual grim one, she was always ready to hurt someone if given half a chance. Then the Don known as Vinny disappeared in a pile of ash. They all grinned her brother then calling out to the owner…
“Might wanna get the pan and shovel here. Last customer just infected the place. Hate to see your meat go off.”
She laughed in spite of herself at his antics as they made their way into the back looking for the owner.
Looking to the gangsters he asked them all to come into the club so they could have a table.
Turning To Squizzy he said…
“Why dont you all come in the back here and have a seat? Ill have one of my servers make you a proper rib-eye while we talk. What would you like to drink? I can make you an excellent rickey or perhaps a whiskey sour is something you would prefer? he asked the last with no disrespect.
He then motioned to Birgitte to take orders from the other gangsters and fetch them some drinks and food as the cook made them their sandwiches.
Squizzy was keeping a close eye on the movements of the bruised dancer, who really needed that mark on her face looked at. He knew that she was a money earner for the club, and he sung out, not to intimidate the girl, but offer some friendly advice.
“Red…go get a large hunk of rump and keep it pressed to that bruise. Last thing you need is to have a mark so dark no cover up is going to hide it.” It was actually a good thought, and though Fred had not given her the nod, she slipped into the kitchen and came out with a hand sized piece of rump, which she applied to her face, and instantly felt the coolness of the steak ease the red hot welt on her cheek. Squizzy gave a small thumbs up, seeing as she actually did as she was told. “See? Feeling better ain’t it? I’ve had a few shiners in my time. You’re just lucky you are behind a butcher shop.”
The ordered rib fillet sandwiches arrived, much to the delight of Angus and Snowy, who were both incredibly hungry. To Fred’s question if Squizzy would like a drink, he thought for a moment and answered;
“Whiskey sour sounds top notch, Fred.” He shot a look at Mags and leaned to her saying. “Better give your order, Sis, or you might miss out.” The atmosphere was not so tense, even though Squizzy and his men were as dangerous if not more so than Vinny. The thing was, they weren’t there to do no stand over. They had wanted to try these famous sandwiches.
Sissy sided up to Fred and whispered. “May I please go wash, I feel very unclean and not good for the business at the moment.” her face was creased as she still had the lump of meat pressed to her face. She hoped he would allow her to go up to her apartment, and have a moment to compose, wash and return to work.
Squizzy watched and when Sissy was given the nod to go, he said to Fred;
“We treat our employees like a commodity. They get damaged, their value falls. And she is a pretty thing to have broken by some mad Don. He needs to learn…not to touch what he can’t have.” Squizzy said with that smile of his.
Brigitte frowned at Sissy, worried about the woman. After nodding at Fred’s request to get them drinks, Brigitte went behind the bar to begin serving them. Clearly, they were gangsters, and the vampire wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it. Although they were vampires much like herself… she didn’t know if they could actually handle a demon. Pursing her lips, she poured all of the drinks, set them on a tray and carried them over to them, smiling. With one hand holding the tray, she began to set the drinks in front of each of them.
Glancing towards the dance floor, she caught a glimpse of her brother. Their eyes met for a split second, and then she smiled at Squizzy and his entourage. “Is there anything else that you all would like? I can whip up pretty much anything.” Brigitte grinned briefly before walking back over to the bar. Setting the tray back down, she stood behind the bar, cleaning up the area a little.
The cook kept the sandwiches coming as it seemed they were enjoying the first round of ribeyes. It seemed Birgitte was going to be quite busy between the drinks they needed and the sandwiches.
Fred thought for a moment about Squizzy’s words while giving Sissy a quiet look and motioning for her to take her leave.
“We treat our employees like a commodity. They get damaged, their value falls. And she is a pretty thing to have broken by some mad Don. He needs to learn…not to touch what he can’t have.”
“Well that is much the same attitude I have. I would not be quick to treat any customer poorly but he thought to abuse my star like she was a common whore. I would gladly help you in any way I can of course. I just dont know how he didnt see the profit in such a venture as this I invited him and this was our thanks. I am quite glad you came. You perhaps at least might see the profit in a place such as this I would think. ”
Mags looked about the club after she took her seat. The sandwich was served by a waitress who seemed well mannered she thought. the establishment was exactly what her brother said she thought as she took her first bite. The food was excellent and she glad of the Don being vacated. His presence made for an otherwise great experience being sullied.
Her brother suggested she order a drink and she turned to the waitress and asked…
” A whiskey bourbon on the rocks please “
Closing the door behind her, the music and voices of the club below were drowned out and in this small room, Sissy found sanctuary. The events that transpired down stairs, rocked her to the core. Sure, she had done lap dances before, but never had a client been so bold to actually take her right then and there, in a shocking display, that she found herself becoming entranced, falling into the slavery of her succubus urges. Course, that was not what the client wanted at all. He wanted her tearful, fearful and crying, not enjoying the moment, as she had found she had. Everything changed when he attacked her with a ferocity she had not experienced before. This too being her first client, and it went all so wrong.
Staring at herself in the mirror, with the piece of meat in her hand, she could see the red welt of his hand strike. It was going to take a lot of makeup to cover up such a bruise. Sissy closed her eyes tight, trying to block out what had happened, but his face loomed over her, threatening that he had now decided that she was what he wanted. A cowering mess. How anyone would find that attractive was beyond her.
Sissy then wondered. Would the Don come back and tear the place up, wanting another show? What if he tried to have her taken by his henchmen? These fears alarmed her and she knew she would have to speak to Fred later, but not right now, not while he was entertaining the second in command of the Alvise. Knowing she would be needed to entertain more clients, she went to the wash basin, and started to clean off her make up, and cleanse her body, so she would be able to come back down stairs, and do what she had been hired to do.
Squizzy dabbed his lips neatly with a napkin, after consuming one of the tasty ribeyes. He toyed with his empty glass, and sung out to Brigette. “Another one of these, darls.” before setting back down the empty glass, and taking in Fred’s concerns about the Don, Vinny, and his attitude whilst in the club. Clearly, Vinny was a me man. Only interested in what he could get out of a venture, and what he wanted…was Red. Squizzy was no fool. He knew that the Amatos were going to be back, probably with a few thugs to boot. Question was…was Fred prepared for that? Would he be willing to hand over Sissy if Vinny demanded it?
Smiling, Squizzy placed an arm around his sister, Mags. The only woman he showed public affection for, since she was of the same blood, and was a no nonsense broad. “Never thought I would be saying this…but seems you need protection against another mob. I have no doubt in my mind, Vin will be back. I can..place my men here…so to stop any such even occurring…and maybe, give them so much grief in their own interests, that they won’t know where to look. If their Boss, is all obsessed over your Red…he won’t be very good at doing his job. That will cause all kinds of problems. Meanwhile, your business flourishes…and Red is safe. He then leaned forward and said. “I’m even going to waive the usual fee. I see this..as an opportunity, Fred. One, I intend to see through.”
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As the group was being served, Brigitte made sure to be quiet and polite. Although she wasn’t intimidated by this group of what seemed to be mobsters, she knew that it was her duty for the moment to just remain quiet and do her duty. She was going back and forth between the bar and table quickly and easily, having done this many times before already. When the female of the group asked for a bourbon on the rocks, she flashed her a grin and a nod. “Coming right up!” The vampire quickly hopped behind the bar. Just as she began to make her drink, another order was given to her and she responded with a smile and wave of acknowledgment that she’d heard him.
Soon, she was pouring the drinks into their respective glasses, and carrying them to the table. “Bourbon on the rocks for the lady.” Brigitte set the glass down for Mags, and then walked over to place Squizzy’s glass in front of him. “Here you are, Sir.” Walking around the table, she plucked up each of the empty glasses from the table, to carry them to the kitchen to get washed.
Fred was glad to hear what Squizzy had to say. The club was going to need a new benefactor. The fact that he wanted to use the place was great as far as he was concerned. It was only going to drive up business and make them both money.
“Well of course I would appreciate anything you would like to do on our behalf. I respect real authority and we are glad you have chosen to aid us. ”
Mags had just enjoyed a rather tasty ribeye when she spied a hunky dancer moving on the dance floor. Curious about his moves and availiability she inquired..
” I’d like a slice of that too. What’s Your name? ” pointing at Azrael with a grin.
Azrael had been busying himself by dancing on the stage, mainly practicing since there weren’t many customers. Though he was curious about the customers that Fred was entertaining now, he made no move to go over there. It turns out he didn’t have to, though. The woman of the group had been eyeing him, and he grinned to himself though said nothing about it until she pointed to him and beckoned him over. Immediately, he walked over to the table and smiled charmingly. “I am Azrael, madam. It is a pleasure to be in the company of such a beautiful woman.” Bowing to her, Azrael lifted his head to peer up at her. “May I interest you in any of my services? Anything you wish shall be my pleasure to accomodate.” Taking her hand, he kissed the back of it lightly before releasing it and standing up straight once more.