Destiny and Desire (Part 2)

Posted on Mon May 31st, 2021 @ 4:39am by Administrator Kahless Nestor
Edited on on Mon May 31st, 2021 @ 4:43am

Mission: The Factions
Location: Georgetown, Washington, DC/Destiny’s
Timeline: Evening

The office was done in dark, expensive woods around a large mahogany desk set on an authentic Persion carpet. A large bay window behind her desk looked out on the large, darkened expanse of the garden, a hedge maze and gazebo lit in the distance, plenty of hidden little places to enjoy a moment with a companion.

Sitting in the chair opposite her desk was a man larger than even the one outside the door. His muscles bulged with muscles, his chest and shoulders stretching a very expensive Armani suit to its limits. The big man stood, towering over Destiny by at least a foot -- who at 5’11” was not a short woman, especially in her four inch heels. He gave a pleasant -- if slightly predatory -- smile that lit up his stark green eyes set in a broad face that was good looking in a Sylvester Stallone kind of way, having been punched in the face a few too many times, the nose broken and healed, the features rough, but symmetrical. His black hair was styled back, and if Destiny looked closely, she could make out the green roots. He needed to see his stylist soon.

He extended a hand that could swallow her head, and she put her delicate chocolate hand in his, the grip surprisingly gentle, with just the suggestion of power that the man knew his prodigious strength. “Hello, Destiny.”

“Ms. Winters,” she corrected. “What are you doing here, Mr. Roman?” Destiny asked, retrieving her hand and walking around her large desk to sit in her opulent leather office chair. Her guest sat after she did, his chair creaking and groaning with the effort of supporting his bulk.

“Please. It’s Claudio between friends,” the man said.

“We aren’t friends, Mr. Roman,” Destiny said, but then corrected herself as she saw his gaze harden. “Claudio.”

He smiled. “So much nicer to be friends, Destiny,” he said. He settled back in his chair with a creak and looked around. “I see you have done very well for yourself since we last saw each other in Reno,” he said. “Such a shame that had to come to such unpleasantness. My niece is treating you well?”

“Yes, sir,” Destiny said, her voice controlled, polite, but without warmth. “She set me up with a nice starting fund and provided the mansion here.”

"It's posh. Very nice. I am a man who likes the finer things in life." Claudio nodded appreciatively. Then he leaned forward, staring at Destiny. "How would you like more?"

"More?" Destiny asked, arching her delicate eyebrow. "I have my hands full already, and no desire to be further entangled with you, Mr. Roman."

Claudio laughed. "Come now, Destiny. You are as addicted to the lifestyle as I am." He leaned forward with a sinister air. "Don't pretend you are above me, Debbie Walford," he said, smiling as he watched Destiny pale.

Claudio leaned back and let out a hearty laugh. "Oi, guvna! Wan' a snog an' a cuppa?" he said in a mock Cockney accent. He waved at the luxurious office around them.

"Put on a Vera Wang dress, slip on your Jimmy Choo shoes, grab your Louis Vuitton handbag and spray on some Chanel perfume and you are still an East End whore, Debbie. Lipstick on a pig. Trust me, Debbie. I know my whores. Paid for plenty of tail before I made it big time."

Destiny flinched at each use of her proper name. "I am not that person any longer," she said stiffly.

"Bo. Now you just whore out other girls," Claudio said with a chuckle. "Oh, I grant you that you tried to go legit. You conned that nice soldier boy into thinking you were from a respectable family. Even got him to help you pay your way through college. How long did it take before you were playing intern pussy for your boss those late nights at the office while your boy was away getting shot at?"

"It wasn't like that!" Destiny said loudly, tears now filling her hazel eyes, held back only by anger.

"Easy, love. You don't want anyone to hear," Claudio warned. "What I can't decide is if you were Monica Lewinsky or Megan Markle," he said with a laugh.

Destiny’s eyes filled with dark fury. "Get out of my office," she demanded.

Claudio met her hatred with his own stare. "Our business is far from finished, Miss Walford. Your storied life collapsed around your pretty little head when dear Harry ate an IED in Iraq, though, didn't it? But you managed to pull down a nice soldier pension out of it. Even got a windfall inheritance from his rich family before you skipped Britain for Reno and went back to the old life, only this time with you as the shot caller. Back to the life and lifestyle you love."

"You're a filthy, disgusting animal, Claudio," Destiny hissed.

"No. I am simply a man who knows what he really is, no delusions of respectability above his station," he said simply, leaning back with a creak, the chair threatening to give way. "And a man who likes to have leverage in his business dealings. So I do my research." He leaned forward again. "How much of this does Jon Harrison know?"

Destiny couldn't help the color rushing to her cheeks. "None," she whispered.

"And does his little super girl know you're banging him?"

Destiny swallowed. "Bethany knows that Jon has privileges I do not allow other men," she said poshly. "But not since they have been together."

Claudio grinned. "But you would fuck him again in a heartbeat, wouldn't you?" he said with a laugh.

Destiny had the decency to not be able to meet Claudio's eyes.

"I am surprised Harrison would fuck his friend's wife, given what happened to him," Claudio said with a chuckle.

"Widow," Destiny corrected. "My husband was dead. That was the difference."

Claudio shrugged at the distinction. "For what it's worth, I'd fuck you too, Debbie." He laughed and raised his massive hand against her outrage. "But that isn't going to be part of the deal," he assured her.

TBC

Destiny Winters
Madam
NPC Dominic Pierce

Claudio Roman
Crime Boss
NPC Dominic Pierce