Thread: The Van Leugen Chronicles - Empire - (R0NIN x Jolie)

Nero held her close, but his eyes were fixed on Michael. Sounds like you've gotten yourself into some trouble, detective, he shook his head, this certainly wouldn't look good on a report. Michael glowered. Nero took a moment, letting Hannah's sobbing fill the silence, letting the cop weigh his options. Why don't we make a deal, Nero smiled, you release that man, leave this club immediately and we forget any of this ever happened... Save it, Michael snapped, I know how this works. Without breaking eye contact, Michael released the handcuffs on the thug and stepped around him. The assassin slumped to the ground with a groan. Mr. Salio, please show detective Seram to the door, Nero gestured to one of his bodyguards. As the detective was escorted out, he looked briefly at the girl he knew only as Darya. None of the hate he'd given to Nero was reflected in his eyes. There was only confusion. What was this girl's goal? On one hand, she'd just given Nero a perfect out and ruined his bust. On the other hand, she'd saved his life. Was she a ditz? Had she tripped into the chair and revealed the assassin's location by accident? Michael shook his head. No. She was too smart for that. She deliberately helped him. He just didn't understand why. Don't think this is over, he murmured as he brushed passed Nero. The mob boss looked unaffected, as if the entire matter was a complete waste of time. Michael took one last glance over his shoulder as he left, before looking down at his unbuckled belt. He began refastening it in a hurry. He was going to have an interesting time telling Alexa about his day... Back in the VIP room, all was quiet. Nero had released his grip on Darya and had turned his back to her. The assassin struggled to his feet, pain and fear on his face. Boss, he stammered, I... Ms. Jane, Nero's voice was cold and emotionless. His eyes were on a notepad he'd taken from his jacket. One of his secretaries looked over at him - a lithe Amazonian with dirty blonde hair and legs for miles. Yes sir? Get this piece of human garbage out of my sight. Of course sir. The assassin paled. Wait, boss, look... No sooner had the words left his mouth than had Ms. Jane taken two quick steps forward and delivered a powerful kick directly to his groin. The thug's breath caught in his throat and he crumpled to the ground. Pivoting on her heels, Jane then delivered a perfectly executed round-kick across his face that sent him sprawling to the floor. The point of her shoes left a deep gash in his cheek. She grabbed his collar and dragged him out of the room, her heels clicking elegantly as she left. Ms. Ming, Nero addressed his other secretary - a gorgeous Asian woman, much shorter than Jane but far more pronounced with her curves. Her massive breasts pressed against the buttons of her blouse. Yes sir? Please inform Darya to wrap up early tonight and to report to my quarters in two hours. He was already halfway to the door as he spoke. He exited the room as he finished, his bodyguards following suit. Ming looked over her shoulder, watching her boss leave. When he'd left, she looked back at Hannah, a sadistic smile stretched across her face. Yes sir, she purred, biting her lower lip. He's going to have some fun with you. I'll enjoy watching. She turned to leave, her hips swaying perfectly with every step. You know what to wear, she called out, before leaving Hannah alone in the VIP room.