章節 147: Chapter 142: Dessert (R18)

Meanwhile In The Lobby Of The Plaza,

"Josh-"

"It's not funny anymore, Tom." Josh muttered, clearly unimpressed by his co-workers humor.

"Hey-"

"Dammit, Tom! I'm trying to categorize!" Josh snapped, his voice rising in frustration as he jerked his head up, a hateful expression etched across his face.

During the night shift, both of them always took it since it came with a pay bonus, but Tom had a habit of messing with him. He often snuck around the desk to scare Josh or pretended to be a customer just to make him flinch.

This time, however, when Josh looked up, expecting to see Tom, he was met with the amused gaze of Ricky and the raised eyebrow of the illustrious Madame St. Clair or now known by Ricky as Stephanie.

"Excuse you?" Stephanie asked, slowly crossing her arms, giving the man a silent opportunity to reconsider his words.

"I-I-y-you-"

"Buddy, relax, just start over," Ricky chuckled, glancing at the bumbling man before side-eyeing Tom, who was ducking his head with a pale expression.

"Yes, Mr. Luciano. Thank you, Mr. Luciano." Josh stammered, fully aware of who both Ricky and Stephanie were. He quickly apologized for his tone and attitude.

"How may I assist you today, esteemed guests?" Josh asked, flashing a polished business smile to demonstrate his professionalism before Stephanie slowly uncrossed her arms as Ricky's hand slid around her waist.

"Penthouse suite with a bottle of champagne delivered at the top of every hour. If no one answers after two times, leave it by the door," Stephanie instructed smoothly as Josh hurried to the side, fumbling for a notepad, and quickly jotted down her request.

"Keys." Stephanie held out her hand. Josh quickly grabbed them from the side and placed them in her palm, his gaze shifting to Ricky, who was clearly enjoying himself as he was led toward the elevator.

"Thanks for the help, asshole," Josh muttered, scowling at Tom, who was still frozen in place as his Irish roots made the very idea of Ricky terrifying.

The Irish community in New York was the first to feel the impact of Ricky's presence, as the Irish Mafia was the first group to be wiped out in the battle for territory under his rule.

However, unlike the Jewish mob, where figures like Meyer and Jake provided much needed clarity to calm down the rampant fear, the Luciano family had no Irish figures in their ranks, which led to Ricky being demonized in the community.

He became a sort of boogeyman in Irish folklore, a figure parents used to scare their children and in their stories, Ricky became this embodiment of unbridled resentment that brewed beneath the surface.

"We'll do it."

Those were the last words the attendants heard as they turned to the side, watching the elevator boy stumble out, then glance back at Ricky, who was waving and laughing as Stephanie, meanwhile, calmly closed the door.

"God, the way you-" Ricky was about to say some sort of cheesy line, trying to make Stephanie cringe before she suddenly grabbed his collar and yanked him down.

In the next moment, his tongue moved with fervor, exploring the depths of Stephanie's kiss, her lips warm and wet against his.

The alcohol, the IP skills, and everything in between had stirred something in Stephanie that made her want to cut loose and really feel what it was her body desired.

Ricky's eyes went from surprise to amusement in the snap of a finger, which made his hand slither down her back to grab that supple ass he always shamelessly gazed at.

'Wet to the touch.'

"Hmmmmmm~" Stephanie moaned in the thralls of Ricky's lips, feeling her other lips drool at his mere touch only for his fingers to press firmly into her supple ass.

Grabbing and contorting, his fingers never even brushed against her trembling lips, as if molding the desire that hungered for something to fill its depths.

That feeling, the one that wetted her in an instant, should've dissipated, lingering and yet, those simmering effects were suddenly amplified.

Stephanie's eyes fluttered, everything catching her off guard as she'd expected Ricky to be aggressive, but in a different way.

"H-Ha~" Stephanie breathlessly moaned, her lips released while her teary eyes opened to the sight of Ricky slowly lowering himself.

Those fingers that gripped and contorted such an elastic feeling, slowly slithered around her thighs as Ricky ducked his head under her dress to her drenched panties.

Positioning her thighs on his shoulders, he kneeled with his sleazy smile before ripping off her white lingerie without any care.

"Ah~" Stephanie's head hit the back of the elevator wall, her hands spreading out until they were placed firmly on the railings at the very first instance of his tongue slithering in between those slobbering folds of hers.

There was a reason Ricky didn't order dessert; instead, he opted to take it to go but even when the room was just at a distance, he was still so hungry.

It was why he was fine dining right there on the chocolate dessert that was Madame, making sure to lick every inch of her clean until he was satisfied.

'Bon appetit' Ricky joked, his fingers gripping and latching onto her thighs while his tongue slowly delved into his meal.

The art of cunnilingus had been long tainted by the arrival of porn, with many thinking that simply sticking your tongue in and licking would make someone respond.

But the truth was, you had to tease it, like Ricky was doing now with his tongue tenderly tracing around her lips before delivering gentle kisses.

Cunnilingus was about commitment, and Ricky was just testing the waters, knowing that every girl liked it differently.

He was finding all the spots within her lips that just made Stephanie tick, feeling the subtle vibrations of her body responding to every flick of his touch.

"Mmmmmmmh~" Stephanie moaned, closing her eyes and letting herself fully indulge in the sensation.

Instead of a full tsunami of pleasure, waves of it now rolled through her, subtle yet intoxicating.

Once Ricky really got a hold of her lips, his movements slowly traced upward toward her clitoris.

Simply flicking his tongue wasn't enough, he cupped his mouth around the top of her slit, savoring every delicate motion.

"O-Oh~" Stephanie moaned in surprise, shivering as he pushed his tongue against her hood before starting in earnest.

It was as if he were etching a map, maneuvering his mouth over all those sensitive spots on her lips before tracing the paths with his tongue.

But even then, with the subtle presses and flicks of his tongue as it danced around her hood and teased her clit, her reactions spoke louder than words.

Feeling the fervency of her moans fueled Ricky to dive deeper into the sensation, pushing as far as he could without going too far, keeping her tethered to the pleasure.

Stephanie's chest rose and fell subtly, her head tilting back, as every little detail Ricky discovered from her body heightened the connection.

Her hands tightened around the rails, each little moan spilling from her lips as Ricky cracked them like clues in a mystery, using every hint to penetrate deeper, unraveling her responses.

Then, those fingers resting firmly on the inside, started slithering towards her wettening folds.

One finger gently slithered above her slit, pressing lightly before pulling upwards and revealing that hidden nubbin that was so tucked away.

With that same hand, his thumb maneuvered to the bottom of her slit, pressing between her folds and gently slipping the tip in, anchoring her to some form of penetration.

"H-AH~" Stephanie's back arched, her moan escaping as her legs trembled, then wrapped around his head, seemingly locking him in place.

With subtle ease, Ricky pressed his tongue against her clit before continuing downward, the tip of his tongue teasing her before sliding further, finally entering her.

"R-Right there, right—ha~" Stephanie moaned, offering reassurance, encouraging Ricky, who was already in tune with her, spurring her approval.

At the end of the day, guidance was key, as it was the woman who knew what she wanted, and Ricky simply followed along.

Slipping his other hand to hold open her other lip, he gently began to explore all the places that triggered the deepest reactions.

"Ah~"

"AH~"

"AH!"

Stephanie's breath became shaky, her voice rising as her body moved in rhythm with Ricky's mouth, which drove her to the edge of her sanity.

It was then that the build-up appeared, teetering on the brink of her mind as her eyes rolled back as her hands, which had been clutching the rails for dear life, suddenly sank into his slicked-back hair.

"AHH!" Stephanie almost screamed, pressing Ricky's smug face into her folds as the doors finally opened.

Ding

The elevator doors opened as Stephanie reached her peak, her body arching in pleasure.

She pulled Ricky closer, her hands and legs wrapping around his head as she guided him deeper, her breath quickening as her release came in waves, flooding him with his hard earned meal.

"Oh god~" Stephanie huffed, leaning backwards until her back and head hit the wall as she side-eyed the penthouse door of the penthouse suite.

"Mmmmmmmh~" Ricky hummed under her skirt, licking his lips at his dessert but even after all of that, he was still hungry.

He gripped his thighs, pushing himself up with sudden force, and in a blink, he was standing in front of her, breathing heavily.

She met his gaze, her expression shifting before she rolled her eyes and kicked open the door in front of him.

"Just say it-" Stephanie scoffed, seemingly knowing what he was going to ask for Ricky to interrupt.

"Are you up for seconds?" Ricky asked, effortlessly carrying her out of the elevator and into the penthouse suite.

"Where are you going?" Stephanie asked, catching her breath as her head, which had been resting on his shoulder, snapped up as quickly as it had settled.

Stephanie watched as Ricky walked away from the minibar, only for him to turn around and laugh before leading her toward it.

Amidst the bottles of alcohol, grenadine, orange juice, and ginger ale, there sat a small section of condiments.

"You're dirty~" Stephanie whispered, watching Ricky grab four of the cans of Hershey's and Bosco chocolate syrup.

"Don't worry, we'll lick it clean." Ricky flashed a sleazy smile just before Stephanie's lips met his, allowing him to carry her toward the bed.

With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, Stephanie snatched one of the cans from his hands as she cracked it open and, with a devilish grin, poured it over his perfectly slicked-back hair.

"Wow~" Ricky stopped in his tracks as he entered the bedroom, a laugh escaping him just as a full can of chocolate was dumped onto his head as it splashed down his face and soaked his suit.

"Hahahahaha!" Stephanie laughed uncontrollably, her joy filling the air, until she suddenly let out a surprised screech.

Without hesitation, Ricky tossed her across the room, and she landed directly on the bed, her surprised expression quickly replaced by an amused smile.

"Oh no, I ruined your suit~" Stephanie gasped, covering her mouth as Ricky wiped the chocolate from his eyes, still wearing his sleazy grin.

Slowly removing his shoes and suit jacket, Ricky tossed two cans onto the bed before opening one for himself.

The sound of the lid popping open made Stephanie freeze as she looked up to find Ricky smiling at her, and before she could react, she tried to bolt off the bed.

"N-No, NO—AHAHAHAHAHA!" Stephanie laughed, trying to stop him as she neared the edge of the bed, but Ricky tackled her, and they both rolled back onto the king-sized mattress.

The chocolate syrup poured all over her hair and dress as Stephanie laughed uncontrollably at Ricky's boldness.

"You did not!" Stephanie exclaimed, her tone light and playful, pretending to be upset as Ricky hovered over her, removing his shirt, now stained with chocolate.

"Oh no, did I ruin your dress~?" Ricky teased, his voice matching hers as he reached for his tie, only for Stephanie to grab it and pull him down toward her.

The taste of chocolate lingered on their tongues, blending with the sweetness of each other as they lost themselves in the moment, stripping away their clothes.

Their chocolate-stained garments were discarded to the sides, while their bare bodies remained intertwined, savoring the lingering taste on their lips.

Pushing him down, Stephanie reached for a can of chocolate before hovering above Ricky's naked body.

Opening the can along with her mouth, she slowly trickled down the syrup into her mouth while purposely letting it overfill.

It was as if it drooled from her mouth and down onto her body, forming various streams of chocolaty goodness that seeped across her delicious skin.

Chocolate met chocolate, and even the vanilla couldn't escape the syrup as those streams began to drip slowly onto him.

Her hand gently grabbed his meaty cock, propping it up and into her folds as the chocolate streams congregated between her lips and flowed directly onto his cock that had already been coated in her juices.

Gulp

Ricky couldn't even try to be soft at this moment, watching as Stephanie finally swallowed that mouthful of syrup before licking her lips and bending down.

With her ass arching upwards, her eyes never leaving his as she moved downward all the way to his cock, licking her lips at the meal that had become Ricky's chocolate glazed banana.

Her mouth opened with the intent of tasting this delicious treat, wrapping her lips around his cock before slowly pushing her head down.

"God damn~" Ricky grunted, watching the act of Stephanie devouring his banana in one fell swoop, seemingly swallowing him whole.

Feeling her juicy, wet mouth slurp on his cock and then greedily swallowing made Ricky actually lean back while instinctively reaching out to grab the side of her hair.

Her eyes watered, but it was that stubborn tenacity that pushed his cock all the way down her throat until he let her easily raise her head.

Slurping all the way up and finally releasing his cock, it was revealed to only show slight stains of where the chocolate remained as Stephanie went down for seconds.

As if paying tribute to Ricky's performance, her tongue pressed against the back of his cock before she slid her head down.

Tasting every inch of him as she swallowed him all the way down to her throat before her tongue pressed on once her nose touched his skin.

Tasing every inch of him, she swallowed him all the way down her throat once more until her nose brushed against his skin, her tongue pressed against him, savoring the taste.

But she didn't stop as her tongue seeped lower, just enough to lick against his meaty balls before pulling back, reaching the top again.

Her mouth stopped at the tip, pressing her tongue gently into his urethra before swirling it around, her hand grabbing his slobbered shaft with a firm grip.

Using her own saliva as lube, she started jerking him off while putting her entire focus on his tip.

Counterclockwise, clockwise, she was unveiling a technique that sought to savor every facet of his cock.

Then, as if she couldn't top the tip of his cock, she trailed her other hand and slowly started cradling his balls.

Maneuvering her fingers as if trying to manually milk him, she instantly felt the twitching of his member spur with every graceful movement.

It was overwhelming to say the least and Ricky felt his balls churn at the movement of her hands.

"Jesus christ~" Ricky grunted, unable to think about holding back as he immediately pulled her head down onto his throbbing cock.

Swirling within the deepest depths of his balls, her movements ruptured a thick seismic wave of gunk that flowed directly into her mouth down to her throat before spurting out his milky white cum.

It was suffocating to say the least, feeling that rubbery material shoot down her throat in repetitive bursts before nestling into her stomach.

Filling her taste buds with the rich flavor of his cum, she was held down to enjoy every ounce as that warmth scorched her mouth with an addictive taste that would never be toppled by any cigarette.

Ricky gritted his teeth, feeling his balls churn out that last little bit before he released her hair and slicked his hand back through his chocolate drenched hair.

Huff

Stephanie was breathless, strands of salvia bridges still connecting her tongue to his dangling cock, chocolate-brown hair hung just above her eyes.

They were both a mess, but neither of them minded the sticky touch of each other as Ricky licked his lips, eyeing the breathless Stephanie.

"You're an animal~" Stephanie huffed, her eyes following Ricky as he grabbed the last can of chocolate syrup.

Leaning back on the bed, she watched as Ricky crawled on top of her, pouring a line of syrup from her folds all the way up her body.

Only when Stephanie was drenched in that sticky chocolate goodness did Ricky throw the can away.

He traced his tongue up the line of syrup, savoring the sweetness as it spilled onto his taste buds, before guiding it upwards across her body.

Stephanie couldn't help but wait with bated breath, her gaze locked on his greedy eyes, knowing he wanted to devour every inch of her, and the chocolate was just the excuse.

Then, once his tongue drew that clear line all the way to her face, he pressed his forehead against hers and slowly lined himself up in between her chocolate folds.

"O-Oh~" Stephanie muttered breathlessly, her gaze flickering away, but she couldn't escape the pull of his enchanting eyes, which seemed to hold her captive.

Trying to gaze down to see his cock slowly pressed between her folds, gently parting them as his hips lowered into her waist in a slow, deliberate motion.

If Stephanie had to describe the feeling, it was as though she'd been punched in the stomach, the force continuing to push deeper.

Exhaling deeply, she tried to make even the slightest room for him, his cock seeming to stretch endlessly in its pursuit.

"Wait-AH~" Stephanie gasped, pressing against his chest, but his tip grazed a spot that made her body spasm uncontrollably.

"Just a little further~" Ricky whispered, halfway there as he felt completely enthralled when he was continuously pushing deeper, captivated by the sensation of being enveloped by her.

"And there we go~" Ricky narrated, slamming the very last bit into her being as Stephanie couldn't help but recoil, instinctively wrapping her limbs around his body.

Her arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into his skin, while her legs locked around his waist, her toes curling tightly, turning white with an intensity.

"A-A-A-" Stephanie was speechless, trying to convey a semblance of a moan, feeling it all at once was different from hearing Ricky brag about it.

"Just breathe~" Ricky whispered, lowering his lips to her ear and kissing it gently while the trembling Stephnie, eyes widened, stared at the ceiling above her.

Stephanie had taken it first hand and yet, when it all laid inside her with a gentle twitch hear and there, it still made her take a moment.

Ricky, on the other hand, was really digging in as his tongue licked her skin clean as if she would turn white at his persistence.

Taking a deep breath, Stephanie hit her forehead against his shoulder, tracing one of her hands up his back and grabbing hte back of his hair as if that would help anchor her.

"S-Slow~" Stephanie whispered, trying not to lower herself but couldn't help it and asked as Ricky grabbed the bed frame behind her.

Gripping it tightly, Ricky used the other to grab her thigh before slightly pulling out but before he could get midway, Stephanie pressed her legs against his waist while indeictly telling him to stop there.

"AH~" Stephanie moaned, her head slamming back against the bed as she felt him slowly push back into her being.

However, this sweet treat, this chocolatey goodness that Ricky had been pinning for years now, was missing one key ingredient.

But making this key ingreidnt was a vital and yet slow process of continuously spreading her apart with his cock and then pulling out as she pulled back together.

This process was called churning, and the ingredient it produced through this arduous and slow process was cream.

This thick and white substance formed from churning gives way to a texture that feels luxurious on the skin.

Hoping to lather his cock in Stephanie's delicious cream before devouring her completely, Ricky was patient, or at least trying to be.

Crack

The bed frame cracked under his strength as he pushed forward, captivated by the tight sloppiness that enveloped him.

Feeling Stephanie's being all but collapsed on his cock, smothering him with that warm, hot texture of her guts.

"Ricky~"

What drove him mad, however, was how Stephanie wouldn't' stop moaning his name at this slow and arduous process.

But it was deeper than that, having his ear graced with her hot supple breath which uttered his name with a fervent desire, giving into him as she wrapped her body around him and held on tightly.

This strong, commanding woman who stood tall above all others in the pursuit of her goals was now utterly pinned down beneath him under the object of his pleasure.

It was a pain that could only be understood in the moment as Ricky stood up after sliding his cock back into her warm, welcoming folds and receiving the applause for his actions in the form of his name out her lustful lips.

Her hands slowly pulled away from his back and hair, her eyes fluttering open at the disruption to see Ricky hovering above her and before she could react, those hands of hers were pinned to the bed.

What Stephanie saw was the sleazy smile of Ricky who gazed down at his hard work, his eyes causing hers to look down to see that white thick textured slathered at the base of his cock.

Pulling out his veiny cock, which was now covered in her white substance, Ricky couldn't help but admire his work.

SMACK

With a single movement, Ricky pushed his creamed cock back into Stephanies's being, splitting her in two as both her mind and body seemed to separate at that moment.

The bedframe slammed against the wall, already groaning under the strain of Ricky's actions, bracing itself for a brutal session.

"RICKY~" Stephanie finally moaned out, her brain short circuiting and screeching out his name in such a sloppy way that made the veins in Ricky's neck bulge.

Nothing turned Ricky on more than hearing a gorgeous woman moan his name, and now, Stephanie had unknowingly sealed her fate as an expectant mother.

Bringing his cock out, there was no longer any hesitation from both Ricky's mind and Stepahnies body.

Both of them had reached their ends with Stephanie's insides preparing for the descent of Ricky's current madness.

SMACK

The bedframe smacked even harder against the wall as Ricky plowed down into Stephanie's being as if getting ready to plant his seed.

"RI-"

SMACK

"RI-"

SMACK

"RI-"

SMACK

Stephanie felt as if she were being split apart at the seams, being unraveled then rewoven all by his cock that continuously plunged into her, delving deeper into her, and rewriting everything that a woman was supposed to handle.

Each utterance of his name always fell short with every thrust, the bedframe groaning as it narrated the struggles for her, offering a small glimpse of what Stephanie was truly enduring.

Unknowingly, Stephanie was currently having her body be reduced to a mere barrel churn under Ricky's cock.

Having her insides constantly plunged in and out by him as the only thing she could do, the only purpose he gave her, was producing cream.

Stephanie tongue sprawled about, slobbering out only the first two letters of his name before feeling his all encompassing cock ravage into her mind.

Everything Stephanie thought she knew about pleasure was being rewritten, her neural pathways shifting with each overwhelming sensation.

Sparks seemed to fly, her mind rearranging along with her guts that flushed out a flood of sensations, lathering upon a thick layer on both her mind and his cock.

It felt as though every nerve ending was being ignited with each powerful thrust, lighting up with every plunge of his hips into her waist.

"I-I can't~" Stephanie whined, teary eyed while shaking her head as if reverting to that of a helpless girl under him.

"You can~" Ricky assured her, huffing out a breath before slamming down his cock into her being that weirdly enough, helped reinforce those words.

Stephanie didn't understand how this was happening, how one white body was destroying her being with every single sense of the word.

The only thing she heard was the sloppy sound of her guts rearranged, the only thing she smelled was the intoxicating taste of his scent, the only thing she could see were those charming eyes that locked her sight on his being, and that addictive taste that still lingered on her tongue.

Stephanie had strived to be the independent woman that would make her mother proud and yet, under his cock, she was becoming helpless.

"I'm coming~" Ricky groaned, ramping up his pace while interlocking his fingers around hers as she shook her head.

But the pace all but doubled, slamming down into Stephanie with a jarring force that would forever alter everything she ever thought she knew about a man.

"I'm~" Ricky was completely lost in his own pleasure, focusing on churning out his own organism while ramping up his pace.

"AH~"

The thrusts were quick, precise, and fired off at the sound of every panicked moan of Stephanie who looked down in actual fear at what this would do to her until Ricky pulled out his cream slathered cock, and ruthlessly slammed it all back into her.

SMACK

"Oh~" Stephanie let out the smallest reaction with the smallest tone, only for her mind to erupt as that sparkling feeling erupted into fireworks.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Stephanie screeched out a moan, her eyes watering but her lips were forced into a smile, the climax crumpling her sanity into pieces.

Her body convulsed, breaking apart and forming under the pleasure induced upon her before a warmth spurted into the deepest regions of her being.

"Coming~" Ricky grunted, closing his eyes with a wide smile, seemingly getting even by creaming her insides.

It was as if that feeling of outdoing one another showed itself in the load he imparted onto her, giving her an almost generous helping of his baby batter.

No words could ever capture the thick, scorching eruption that swirled around her stomach, unable to even compare it to when she herself had swallowed it earlier.

It felt like fate shifting, life-changing, as the warmth spread through her body, sending a shiver down Stephanie's spine, her first greeting to motherhood.

Her hands fell away as she sat there, covering her face in disbelief at what had just transpired.

They were supposed to play chess, a back-and-forth game, strategically maneuvering their pieces until they reached a stalemate.

In her mind, Stephanie had envisioned a fun night, a playful back-and-forth with Ricky but sometimes, you can't plan for the chaos that now stirred within her.

So when she opened her eyes and glanced at the mirror above the bed, reflecting on her most shameful experience, she froze.

Her haggard, chocolate covered body that was still impaled onto Ricky's cock, watched with a front row seat as his hand traced upward, cupping onto her skin gently.

Trailing it across her skin as he gathered any remnants of chocolate that still slathered onto her body before slowly prying open her mouth.

"Not what you expected, huh?" Ricky whispered, his gaze shifting to the mirror as their eyes met, both watching as he gently opened her mouth, slathering it with chocolate.

Prying out her tongue, his fingers coated it with a sweet chocolate refuge that their bodies churned out when they were grinding upon one another.

"Oh Stephanie, sex isn't give and take." Ricky chuckled, kissing the back of her neck while staring directly back into the reflection.

"At least, not with me," Ricky murmured, his kisses trailing slowly from her neck to her shoulder, each one seeming to spell out the words he was about to say.

"It's about straight raw f*cking, it's about ramping up that engine before it's pumping at full speed." Ricky shamelessly said, describing what he had just unleashed upon her only moments ago.

"It's about feeling everything until you just f*cking explode, until there's no reason left except to slam our bodies into each other, over and over, until we figure out what makes us tick. That's sex." Ricky gritted his teeth, smiling widely as Stephanie insides involuntarily clenched down.

"And I'm going to make you tick to my cock~" Ricky joked, his hand grabbing her waist before his other fingers pushed his chocolate covered fingers into her mouth.

CLAP

"Arghsga~" Stephanie slurred out a discombobulated form of a moan, eyes twitching upwards while feeling the second coming of Ricky's cock.

Her perky ass colliding as if applauding her lips, covered in her own cream, ravaged once more as he released his hold on her mouth.

Stephanie's head slammed down into the bed, barely able to keep her thoughts together much less her body up.

"Arch your back." Ricky grunted, digging his fingers into her waist and plunging another helping of himself into her being.

SLAP

"Arch your back," Ricky instructed, giving her perky ass a playful slap, curious to see how she'd respond, only to watch her body tremble, her ass quivering along.

Stephanie involuntarily reacted to his demands, arching her back at the behest of his command, having her response met with Ricky slamming his waist into her ass, watching it jiggle slightly before pulling back aggressively.

Grabbing a pillow, Stephanie felt a wave of helplessness, the only thing she felt as if she could do was hold on as her face was pressed into it.

Drool dampened the fabric, yet she couldn't understand why she couldn't look away.

Why she couldn't take her eyes off the sight of her reflection's ass being utterly obliterated by Ricky's cock.

Watching him plunge his cock into her being, churning out a thick cream that slathered all around him, and showed it to her all peering eyes before repeating the process.

Then, in between her muffled moans, her eyes shrunk as a foreign invader suddenly seeped into her uncharted territory.

His thumb, the same one that had been curiously rubbing her ring, slowly took the next step and seeped into her ass to test the waters.

Honestly, Ricky felt he deserved a reward for his efforts and most people might buy themselves a car after achieving something like taking over New York, but Ricky, he just wanted a piece of this ass.

Breaking it off for his own delicious delight and helping himself completely, Ricky wanted to savor every part of this kit kat bar.

But first, Ricky dined on Stephanie's prime asset, hungirly helping himself to every inch of her being.

Hearing the sloppy applause echoing all around the penthouse at her guts being rearranged.

Delivering the most ravaging backshots possible as Stephanie took all of it, without so much as a complaint.

Everything in this city was his and Ricky finally took the time to appreciate it while inside of Stephanie.

It was why he suddenly yanked her off the bed and carried her over to the window, where the sprawling sight of New York awaited.

"AH~" Stephanie scrambled, losing the grip on the pillow as she was suddenly transported in front of the clear window that sat directly next to them.

Instinctively, she placed both hands on the glass for support as her knees wobbled, only for Ricky to thrust upward, pushing her back into place.

Pinning her upwards on his cock, his hands held onto both sides of her waist while that thumb still pressed into her ass.

CLAP

The euphoric feeling filled Ricky's ears, slamming his cock into Stephanie's ass which continuously resounded out that deafening applause for his efforts.

This was the moment Ricky took it all in, looking over the skyline while delivering the most devious backshots to Stephanie.

'I'm the f*cking king.' Ricky thought, gritting his teeth while looking over the city that was now his.

'It's all mine.' Ricky chuckled, his laughter towering over Stepahnie's moans as he reveled in everything all at once.

"This ass, this pussy, your lips, you're mine Stephanie~" Ricky gazed down, overlooking the show he was giving the city while telling her of his intentions.

"AH~" Stephanie moaned, her forehead pressing against the glass as it was too much for her to handle and yet, she repeatedly took it.

Ricky didn't mind if others thought it was selfish to have multiple women; the notion of a truly good person maintaining a collection of them seemed utterly absurd to him.

But he wasn't striving for goodness; he was chasing desire, power, and the thrill of everything he never had.

Right now, when he plummeted his hips into her waist, hearing the ringing of her asscheeks smacking together, he wanted Stephanie.

That was it, plain and simple.

"ARGH!" Ricky grunted, putting every ounce of strength into his next thrust at the inkling of a feeling, that subtle twitch of his balls that signaled it was time to push it all into Stephanie.

"AHHH~" Stephanie moaned out aggressively, creaming another layer onto his spurting cock.

Feeling his hot gunk rummage around her insides, spurting out another serving that was already swirling in her womb.

There would be nothing after Ricky, no man, no desire, and nothing that wasn't filled to the brim with the image of him and tonight, he was going to make damn sure of it."

A woman like Stephanie needed to be reduced to nothing, utterly helpless and stripped to her bare bones, before he would begin to rebuild her, layer by layer, with every piece of himself until she felt consumed and whole.

Knock

The door knocked, signaling the arrival of their first bottle of champagne, just as the dirty chocolate-covered and cream Stephanie, slowly slid down the pane of glass as Ricky finally released his hold on her.

"Oh, room service is here." Ricky ran a hand through his chocolate-laced black hair, strolling toward the door with an air of nonchalance, as if he hadn't just left Stephanie utterly wrecked seconds earlier.

As soon as her ass hit the floor, her cream filling slowly leaked and pooled beneath her, staining the smooth surface of her skin as she rested her head against the glass, consumed by a single thought.

'I'm f*cked.' Stephanie felt out of her element, knowing that no human could go toe to toe with a wild animal like Ricky.

"Aye, hotel guy." Ricky flung open the door, calling out as the man turned, flinching before turning his eyes upwards and admiring the ceiling.

The reason being because Ricky stood there, still naked, grabbing the champagne and pointing at him before tearing the cork off with a sharp snap.

"If you want to make a thousand bucks tomorrow, get your pen and notebook." Ricky gestured casually, taking a long swig of the outrageously expensive complimentary champagne as the man, revealed to be Josh from earlier, widened his eyes in surprise.

"What do you need, Mr. Luciano?" Josh seemingly pulled a notebook and pen out of nowhere while thoughtfully asking towards Ricky.

"I want just buckets full of chocolate syrup, strawberries, and other sweet stuff like honey." Ricky pointed at Josh, his eyes glinting as he prepared a decadent feast meant to adorn Stephanie's body.

"Get me whipped cream, all kinds of sweets, and get me some f*cking lube because I want it." Ricky didn't bother to list anything else, his eyes fixed on Josh, who nodded, furiously scribbling it all down.

"Mr. Luciano, every high-end suite is stocked with lubricant, in the small pink bottles," Josh said with a smile while Ricky nodded, then reached to the side and tossed a crumpled wad of ten hundred-dollar bills at him.

"You better get me that shit in less than thirty minutes," Ricky snapped, slamming the door as Josh nodded vigorously.

30 minutes later,

"HA~"

THUMP

"HA~"

THUMP

"HA~"

THUMP

The hotel door rattled as if something were slamming against it, followed by sharp, heavy thuds echoing through the wood.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH~" Stephanie's voice rang out from the other side, a long, drawn-out cry of pure, unrestrained lust.

"There we go~" Ricky grunted, his breath quickening as he released another wave, letting out a satisfied sigh along with releasing another huge serving size of his cum, stuffing it all into Stephanie.

Josh, needing the help of other hotel employees to carry the items, froze as they all collectively heard what was happening behind the door.

Hesitant, Josh slowly reached out his hand, his nerves evident, and quietly attempted to knock.

Knock

The door swung open to reveal Stephanie, wrapped in a blanket, shielding the attendants from the sight of her naked body.

She was held in place, impaled onto Ricky's cock, one arm wrapped firmly around her back, anchoring her in his grasp.

In the other hand, Ricky held the champagne bottle, beckoning the attendants in with a flick of his wrist before taking another swing.

"Yeah, just place it all right there," Ricky said nonchalantly, pointing to the center of the penthouse as the attendants hurriedly set down the food.

Once the last bucket of honey was placed in the center, Josh bowed quickly and dashed out the door.

BAM

The door slammed shut, and as it did, the blanket covering Stephanie fell away, leaving her exposed. Ricky glanced over at the food spread out before him.

"Are you ready to make a mess?" Ricky asked Stephanie with a sleazy smile, noticing her tired expression, still unbelieving that he could keep going.

"You're a beast." Stephanie pushed Ricky's jaw away, trying to walk only to stumble to the ground.

Tipping over the same bucket of honey, her body fell onto the outpouring of its contents spilling across the floor, the sticky liquid enveloping her skin like the remnants of his cum still adorning her insides.

"Then try to tame me," Ricky chuckled, pouncing on her as if the opportunity were as golden as the honey spilling around them.

"Ah~" Stephanie moaned, writhing in the sticky liquid of honey, proning out a response to the sensation of Ricky's cock once again slithering into her being.

"Take your treat and go~" Stephanie moaned out, grabbing a fistful of cake from the side and pushing it into Ricky's mouth before she slathered it down.

Ricky couldn't help but chuckle, gulping down the cake but still slamming his hips down into her being.

"My god~" Stephanie muttered, completely defeated as her hands pushed on either side of her body before grabbing her sticky hair.

Stephanie could feel his hunger, see the desperation to satisfy it in his eyes as they reflected her body.

No food around them could quench the starving hunger of his lust, knowing that it was this unending pit that could never be satisfied.

There only felt like one option, one decision, and it prompted her to hold out her arms and caress his cheek.

Pulling his face down towards her face and simply giving in, sharing the cake with Ricky as her tongue swirled around his.

Ricky tried to push his toes into the ground of the honey but no traction would be enough in this honey.

Prompting every thrust to push these two sticky individuals forward while oblivious to the surroundings while lip locked in one another.

Bam

With the next thrust, meant to only obliterate her guts, had pushed them into one of the carts harbingering an array of dessert.

Ricky easily held up his hand and caught the cart from falling on them but not the sweets, which all fell onto them as if their conjoined bodies were a table.

Cakes, ice cream, and everything in between covered their bodies, all beneath the blanket of honey they found themselves tangled in.

"You're insane~" Stephanie moaned, watching Ricky break the kiss to enjoy his meal, looking up at her eyes in the process.

It was as if a tiger were taunting a fawn, sinking its claws into her while the helpless creature could only watch.

All the while, Ricky leisurely enjoyed the strawberry cheesecake that had fallen onto her left bicep before reaching over.

Shamelessly, without hesitation, he poured an entire chocolate cake onto her chest, then pressed his vanilla chest top, squishing it inbetween her.

"And?" Ricky chuckled, kissing her lightly as she grabbed some whipped cream from the side, slathering it across his mouth before working it into his hair.

"You think you're funny?" Ricky asked, thrusting deeply into Stephanie as she bit her lip.

"Hilarious~" Stephanie quipped back, only to shut her eyes and fully surrender to the sensation.

"AH~" Stephanie let out a towering moan, completely lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the taste of Ricky.

Her hands glided across his body, leaving marks as sweets lodged under her nails, all while Ricky indulged in this feast.

He reveled in every inch of her, savoring the dessert that was Stephanie, topped with all sorts of ingredients.

Ricky couldn't stop himself, feeling utterly drawn into pushing the interaction between them deeper.

Ricky suddenly stopped, breathless, as he reached for a pink bottle that Josh had secretly placed there.

"Ricky?" Stephanie asked, feeling him pull out almost completely before being flipped onto her belly, the very place that would hold his children.

"I want all of you." Ricky said such cryptic words before crushing the pink bottle, the clear gel liquid spurting onto his palm before he gazed down at her untouched ring.

"Wha-N-No~" Stephanie turned back only for her cheek to press down into the honey, feeling his lubed up fingers suddenly start to seep into her ass.

"Don't worry, just wait and you'll feel it-"

"AH~" Stephanie didn't even let Ricky finish, feeling the effect of his amplifying hands as his finger slowly grazed her G-spot.

Ricky, surprised at how fast he had found it, gestured towards it to come to him as Stephanie back arched upwards.

"It's-"

"I know, you're f*cking tight~" Ricky didn't care to listen, feeling that stranglehold wrap around his fingers before rubbing his creamed cock in some lube.

Throwing the pink bottle to the side, Ricky propped his body right on top of the seemingly suffocated Stephanie.

"Ready and breath-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~" Stephanie towered out a moan, feeling his cock plunge into her ass while his hands started stimulating her pussy, amplifying every facet in which they touched.

Pulling her upright, one hand expertly circled her clit, while the other made rapid, small movements, as if trying to milk her in the old-fashioned way.

All of it culminated in her ass utterly ripping under his cock, reforming under its sheer girth while he amplified the pleasure over the pain.

"Holy sh*t~" Ricky muttered, unable to get over the feeling of anal as it was a completely different and indescribable experience than normal sex.

Her head honey laced hair jerked back onto his shoulder, slathering it in its sticky form while her teeth clenched together, as if they would break under the strain.

The lubed up hole slowly shifted onto his cock, sliding down under the subtle force as Ricky sought to impale every single inch of him into her.

Stephanie's teeth clenched but her mouth contorted weirdly, her brain completely going haywire under the strain as it didn't know what to make of it.

On one side the ripping and stretching sensation should take priority, giving way to an excruciating pain that would cripple all assets of the mind.

But the other side was being amplified by a foreign intruder, corroding it in the pleasure of Ricky's skill that combated what she should feel and gave way to crippling lust.

'I'm f*cked.' Stephanie reiterated those last words that were still looming around her mind before it completely shut off.

It was like a switch and it was spurred on by Ricky ramming that very last part of his cock into her ass, shivering at that all inducing tightness that threatened to cut off his circulation.

Her ass spasmed out a repetition of twitches, coddling his cock in the vibrations that only worsened the state of her mind.

Stephanie had completely lost, having her inner workings rearranged as she slowly started to tick under the hands of his being.

Gradually morphing under his cock as her ass ripped apart, reformed under his base before that wave of pleasure jerked forth by her creamfilled pussy washed over her mind, utterly neutralizing any pain.

She had become Ricky's dessert, his final course in the living proof of every promise he had made upon his return.

The last promise he had received was spoken from her lips, and after all this time, he had finally fulfilled it, along with her ass.

"OH GOD!" Stephanie grunted, finally uttering the words towards the heavens that had damned her to this beast as a punishment for her sins.

Clenching down her ass, trying to somehow stop the madness that filled her ass completely only to spur him on.

Licking Stephanie clean, Ricky wasn't satisfied until the sweet taste left his taste buds.

But as his hips pounded into her ass, his cock reaching deeper until that promise was fulfilled, he acted like some sort of devil and continued to slather her in the array of deserts to prolong himself.

Even Stephanie had her mouth filled by the sweet treats surrounding them, having her moans halted at the sudden arrival of his vanilla cake.

But this seemed to be a promise that would ultimately go unfilled as the carts around them put together a number of sweets that showed the night never ending and Ricky could feel himself spurred on.

Not only by the tightness of her ass, not only by the complete surrender of her body, but by the culmination of all it induced upon the delicate foods slathered across her body.

Pinning her down under him, Ricky pressed all of himself onto her, into her, and completely decided to lose himself in the feeling.

Even in the most subtle nuisances of their f*cking, the slight twitches of her body or the way their lathered honey skin stickily grinded against one another.

Ricky wanted to savor every single bite of his dessert before he pressed his hands down onto hands, pinning them against the floor.

Stephanie, eyes rolled back and a mouthful of cake yet to swallow, jerked back and forth as their bodies slammed into each other, over and over again, finally figuring out what made them tick.

Finding the euphoria in each other's touch as his movements ramped up to their highest crescendo before he exploded it all out towards her and into her.

"Argh~" Ricky grunted out in a finality, releasing that final serving into Stephanie's ass.

Her hole exploded with his cum, painting the walls in his vanilla texture and bringing forth her new favorite/preferred flavor.

Stephanie laid beneath him, feeling her body utterly ravaged as she sat there while spasming out a climax that left her utterly breathless.

It was choking, so much so that when Ricky released her pinned hands, she claw away at the cake in her mouth, finding it too hard to even swallow.

HUFF

Letting out towering breaths, laying atop that blanket of honey while surrounded by gourmet dessert splattered on them and all around their interaction, they sort of sat there while regaining their breaths.

Ricky sort of rested her head on her back, chuckling before sitting up while Stephanie still laid motionless on the ground.

"Shower before bed?" Ricky huffed out, smiling ear to ear as if he was some sort of devil as she slowly turned her face to the side.

Nodding it up and down on the honey, having little to no strength as Ricky carried her into a princess hold and walked towards the bathroom.

"Let's clean up before bed, alright?"

15 minutes later,

CLAP

Pressed up against the glass of the running shower, the sound of Stephanie's ass checks blaring along with the hot water sounded in the area.

"Last~"

"AH~"

"One~"

"AH~"

"I~"

"AH~"

"Swear!"

"AH!"

Every word was met with an equal and all encompassing moan from Stephanie, until Ricky reached the end of his sentence and sent one last helping into her pussy.

Feeling a little guilty for suddenly leaving her folds high and dry in the middle of their exchange in place of her ass, he thought he was only right to make it up to her while in the shower.

Ricky finally finished, this time for real, inside Stephanie deformed and gaping hole that was already tainted by his seed before.

But, as if she didn't control the whims of her body anymore, her pussy instinctively responded to his cum with a creaming orgasim of his own.

HUFF

"You're a demon, a demon~" Stephanie rested her head on the glass door, unable to believe she trusted this animal for a moment.

"I know, I'm sorry~" Ricky tentatively whispered, picking her back up into a princess carry before making his way towards the bed.

"But this time, it's for real."

DING

Author's Note: Tried something new, been saving this idea for a while and wondering to you all if I made the smut genre proud.

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章節 148: Chapter 143: Taking Care Of A Problem, Mobster Style

[Mission received: Madame St. Clair

Difficulty: Medium

Character Sheet: B

Description: Stephanie St. Clair aka Madame St. Clair is one of, if not the most, notorious individual in the entirety of Harlem and is well respected. Her underground and activist activities keep her busy which has made relationships almost impossible.

Objective: Fill her lonely womb with a plentiful serving which will knock her up.

Main Mission: 100,000 (Completed)

Missions Received:

Impregnante Stephanie Once:

Choose: 200 Gacha or The choice of Madame's skills

Impregnate Stephanie Twice:

Rewards: ?????????

Additional Missions:

Cum inside Madame after she bears her soul to you(Complete)

Reward: Epic Grade skill coupon

Willingly Impregnate Madame(Complete)

Reward: +7 Dexterity

Bonus Missions:

Take Madame St. Clair's Anal Virginity

Reward: Legendary Rank-Up Familiar Coupon

?????????????

HUFF

Stephanie lay collapsed on his chest, her breath coming in heavy gasps, as filled with exhaustion as her body was filled to her brim with his cum.

"Another round?" Ricky joked, glancing down at Stephanie's drenched face as he gently brushed her hair aside to get a better look at her fluttering eyes as they rolled.

"You're an animal," Stephanie murmured weakly, pushing at Ricky's smirking cheek with her limp hand as he caught it, pressing gentle kisses to her palm.

"I can't help it; you just rile me up," Ricky laughed, pulling the tired and exhausted Stephanie into his embrace.

Ricky wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her hair as she rested her weary head against his chest.

They sat there in silence for a while, and Stephanie couldn't help but feel an aggrieved smile creep onto her face as she pressed her forehead against his pec.

"Alright, you're ready," Stephanie suddenly said, looking up at an enthusiastic Ricky who was about to toss her onto her back.

"T-That's not what I meant, down boy," Stephanie quickly stopped him, her hand pressing against his chest as he frowned in disappointment.

"Then what am I ready for?" Ricky asked, clearly not entertained by anything that wouldn't involve breaking off a piece of this kit kat bar in his arms.

"Do you remember before you left, asking about some potential boxers?" Stephanie asked, her hands gently traced the lines of his muscles.

"Yeah, no, why?" Ricky agreed before straight out telling her he didn't remember at all, completely forgetting about the subject entirely.

"Listen Ricky, I found this cat down in Mississippi who has the makings to be something great and-"

"And you want a cut, right?" Ricky kissed her forehead, smiling as she shrugged her slender shoulders, not bothering to deny it.

"Ten-"

"Five percent-"

"Deal," Stephanie chuckled, raising her lips to Ricky, who met them eagerly. They sat there, their lips intertwining in a slow, lingering kiss.

Eventually, Stephanie broke the kiss, her fingers gently stroking his chin as his smile reflected in her eyes.

"Now that you've already been in my pants, did you mean what you said about-"

"Yeah." Ricky snuggled into the bed, closing his eyes and promising it without even having to think.

"But what about if-"

"I really meant it." Ricky assured with a tired mutter, his hand stroking the back of her still wet hair as she felt extremely calm when those words registered in her ears.

"What if I end up-"

Sigh

"Listen baby, just listen." Ricky sighed, opening his eyes to Stephanie who felt as if she needed to work out some sort of deal, some sort of an arrangement that would work out for the both of them.

"I'm not scared about anything cause I know ain't no one gonna rock your world like me." Ricky showed a cheesy smile, arrogantly proclaiming as she inherently let out a small scoff.

"But don't be afraid to lean on me and I know in the past you couldn't but now, just trust me because I got you." Ricky never really knew how to say what he meant, but it was as if Stephanie knew exactly what he was trying to say and leaned up, kissing his cheek before peacefully resting her head against his chest.

"Okay, I'll try."

Next day,

Whistling a pleasant tune, Ricky was strolling down Brooklyn with a glow that screamed 'I just got laid suck it'.

Walking towards Italiano's, Ricky whistled softly, pushing open the door to face his mountain of paperwork with an egregious sigh.

His shoulders slouched as he made his way to a booth and sank into the seat, the brief quiet offering little solace.

Moments later, the door swung open, and Frank entered, a rolled newspaper in hand.

He glanced around before spotting Ricky, already buried in the paperwork and without hesitation, Frank walked over to join him.

"C'mon Frank, I just got here." Ricky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose at the guilty Frank who chuckled, strolling over to him.

"Sorry, Slick, but we've got a slight problem," Frank said, handing over the newspaper as Ricky raised a brow, taking it from him and laughing as he read the headline.

'PROSECUTOR JAMES MCMANUS HAS CHOICE WORDS FOR RICKY LUCIANO, MORE SPECIFICALLY: THUG!'

"It's like Deja vu." Ricky laughed, skimming the words with an increasing smile plastered on his face.

However, when Ricky looked at the paper, there was no surprise in his eyes as he was already aware of the issue while lounging in his booth within the desolate Italiano's.

"This guy can't be bribed, Slick. We've tried, plenty," Frank said, sitting down across from Ricky, watching him put the paper down and meet his gaze.

After things had just started to settle, with Ricky tightening his grip on New York's underworld, these people began appearing in droves, yapping incessantly at the surface of the city he owned.

It was just that James McManus stook out like a sore thumb, the type of guy that could really make others flock to him like birds.

"What I'm thinking is that you-" Frank had a smile, about to get to the point only for the door to slowly open.

"Is that trouble brewing I hear?" Elias asked, ever the lurking shadow, slipping into matters that had nothing to do with him as his telepaths followed silently behind him, their presence adding an eerie weight to the room.

"Ah geez, not this guy," Frank scoffed, turning away as he wiped his mouth, clearly not fond of Elias.

Putting aside the fact that Elias could speak into his mind, the guy practically screamed bad news in a world where it was always rampant.

"Oh my, did I stumble in upon a conversation and-"

Gasp

"Is this about that fellow James McManus?" Elias poorly hid his intentions, holding his shadowy hands onto his nonexistent cheeks as if he didn't already know everything.

Though they had only just settled into the Tri-State area, Elias was already methodically placing his eyes across the city, quietly weaving his influence.

"If I might be so bold, wouldn't it be beneficial to finally start your plan of integrating mutants into the family? This could be a perfect opportunity to gain their trust," Elias spoke from the side, his eyes narrowing into crescent moons as Frank scoffed.

"Listen, Slick, if you pass this off to the mutants, it'll be seen as favoritism by the guys. Pick a high-ranking officer already in the family." Frank waved Elias off, then turned to Ricky, who wore a pondering expression.

This was the conundrum Ricky now faced as the new head of the Luciano crime family: the sudden shift in power.

Traditionally, only pure-blooded Sicilian Italians, vetted by high-ranking members, were allowed within the family.

Even then, you had to know someone to get in but Ricky was turning that tradition on its head, making it clear that he intended to pull mutants into the ranks, giving the family an edge over any other crime organization in America.

The problem, however, remained that if he handed this task to a mutant, the men who had already sacrificed everything and put in countless hours would feel alienated.

Then there were the mutants, waiting in the wings, seemingly eager to prove themselves to Ricky but the problem was, they were all firmly in the palm of Elias.

It was essentially planting spies within his own family, and that didn't sit well with Ricky.

This was his empire to control in every aspect, and the thought of giving Elias even the slightest foothold made his skin crawl.

"Ricky, remember, the one at the top doesn't have to choose one or the other. If they can make it work, they can have both but one wrong move and that decision will break." Alexander offered, his voice steady as he knew from experience how troublesome it could be to pick one faction over another, especially when both had their merits.

Snap

Ricky snapped his fingers, a sudden realization hitting him as he gestured for Frank to come over, and Frank side-eyed Elias, who simply rolled his eyes in response.

"Frank, just give it to me straight, of the guys who are still low-ranking but know the ropes, who's the most determined, hungry, and loyal?" Ricky asked, his tone focused as he had a semblance of an idea brewing, but first, he needed the right catalyst to make it explode.

"Well, there's a lot of guys eager to prove themselves-...but if I had to pick one off the top of my head, it'd have to be Johnny." Frank gave his honest opinion to Ricky, who raised an eyebrow in response.

"Ezmeraeda's kid?" Ricky asked, knowing that their live-in maid's youngest was named Johnny.

"The kid's younger than his brothers, who are still enforcers and haven't even made captain yet, but the kid's loyalty is above even the guys under me," Frank explained, knowing how fiercely determined Johnny was and Ricky, too, was familiar with the kid, having ordered him around quite a bit during the battle.

"Originally, his mentor was under Genovese, but the kid used all his strings, not to spare his life, but to honor him by taking him out himself. That's why he's kind of lingering around now," Frank ranted, explaining everything Johnny had done for the family, both within its scope and beyond it.

This went on for a good hour, with Frank almost preaching about Johnny, clearly determined to make his case.

The entire reason being that he didn't want this task going to a mutant, and he was making sure Ricky understood why Johnny was the right choice.

"Bring him here," Ricky nodded to Frank, who stood up with a smile and as he walked out, Frank flashed a smirk at Elias, clearly enjoying his side being chosen over him.

"Are you sure that was wise-"

"I know what I'm doing, just keep your end of the deal," Ricky pointed at Elias, who shook his head before walking away to carry out his report.

Soon after, a very nervous and anxious Johnny was escorted towards Ricky, who was calmly chowing down on a slice of pizza, his demeanor relaxed despite the tension in the air.

"Good morning, boss!" Johnny yelled out enthusiastically, almost bowing at a full ninety degrees as Ricky gestured for him to relax.

"Come and have a slice, I insist," Ricky beckoned, and Johnny nodded, glancing at Frank, who gave him a thumbs-up as he went to sit down next to Ricky.

"Frank's been telling me a lot about you, and I gotta say, I'm really impressed," Ricky began, wiping his hands on a napkin while watching Johnny, who nervously took the smallest slice.

"He says that you've not only got potential but also the drive to reach higher within the family," Ricky gestured toward him as Johnny gulped down his mouthful of pizza.

"Boss, I swear if you give me the opportunity to prove myself I won't let you down-"

"Do you mean that?" Ricky's tone suddenly grew cold, his eyes pulsing green in curiosity, causing Johnny's entire face to turn pale.

"Would you really do anything?" Ricky hummed, each syllable making Johnny's body tremble further as it felt like a weight was pressed on his head, forcing his gaze down.

Nothing was exerted upon Johnny, but the weight of Ricky's words made him duck his head as his tone carried a question, probing just how far Johnny was willing to go for him, his boss.

However, Johnny finally managed to gulp down the lump in his throat as he nervously met Ricky's intense gaze.

"Y-Yes?" Johnny stammered, almost asking, as he closed his eyes for a moment before cautiously opening them to see Ricky grabbing another slice of pizza.

"Good. I need a problem taken care of, and I need it taken care of now," Ricky said, throwing the newspaper in front of Johnny while plastering James' angry face before him.

Johnny quickly swiped it off the table and looked at the headline, his eyes scanning the page with growing tension.

"The guy's a prosecutor, and Frank says he can't be bribed. That means one thing, he's in the way," Ricky said, pointing at Johnny with a finger gun before pulling the trigger with a playful smirk.

"Take care of it."

Meanwhile outside Italiano's,

Johnny slowly walked outside the restaurant after the meeting, still in a daze from everything that had just happened.

Moments ago, he had been enjoying his morning espresso when Frank suddenly yanked him by the collar and dragged him here and now, with Ricky's task weighing heavily on his mind, Johnny struggled to process the whirlwind of events.

It wasn't fair to say that Johnny was entirely in a grey zone within the family or the doghouse after everything that went down with Genovese.

Loyalty was crucial to any organization, whether criminal or legitimate, but politics always played a role in everything.

Johnny had burned many bridges by essentially pleading to be the one to take out his mentor, knowing it was the right thing to do.

Though his actions were driven by honor, they left him in a precarious position, straddling loyalty and isolation within the family.

Until Ricky came along and wiped the board, giving him an opportunity that people in the family can only dream of.

"Listen, Johnny, this is your chance." Frank slung his arm around Johnny's shoulder, looking up at him as Johnny still held the newspaper in his hands.

"Slick's looking for fresh blood, young blood, and he's handed this to you on a silver platter. You gotta go above and beyond, alright?" Frank patted Johnny's chest, reassuring him as Johnny nodded, determination settling in his eyes.

"Aye Frank, thank you so much for everything-"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't thank me yet." Frank waved his hand with a smile, gently pushing Johnny forward.

"But Johnny." Frank's words stopped him from taking a step forward as he turned to the old man that had lived the majority of his life in this world.

"This is your last chance." Frank's tone shook Johnny to the core as he ducked his head, the old man giving him a look of pity.

"That stunt you pulled, going behind the noses of some of the capo's, it f*cked you." Frank shook his head with a heavy sigh, looking at a kid that was everything the family need but making one small mistake.

"You smoothed it over with some favors, but you shot yourself in the foot." Frank held up a paper bag, Johnny slowly taking it to feel a revolver inside of it.

"There won't be anything after this, you mess this up, you'll never be more than you are right now," Frank essentially told him, making it clear that Johnny couldn't afford to mess this up or he'd be forever stagnated in place.

"So take care of this and you can buy me lunch," Frank waved at Johnny, who nodded and started walking toward his car.

"Remember, Johnny, ya gotta make it look like an accident!" Frank shouted after him as Johnny got in, slamming the door shut.

Slowly, Johnny started driving, but soon the weight of the task pressed on him, and he couldn't take it anymore.

It was as if it all hit him at once, suffocating him to the point where he pulled into an alleyway, parking the car and taking a deep breath, trying to clear his mind before the storm ahead.

It was just too much for him, and he needed to breathe as he let out a shaky exhale as he hit his head on the steering wheel, trying to steady himself.

It wasn't far-fetched to say that Johnny had given his entire life, his everything, for the Luciano family.

Being the youngest of three of Ezmerelda's kids, he grew up with a firsthand experience of struggling to make ends meet, always fighting for a place in the world, for a chance to prove himself amidst the older kids.

He remembered how his father walked out on them, leaving his mother to fend for herself while working three jobs just to put food on the table for him and his brothers.

But even that wasn't enough.

Having to watch helplessly, as the mobsters took half her pay for a mere 'protection' back in Sicily, a cruel reminder of the life they were trapped in, unable to escape.

His mother would do an honest day's work, clocking in 56-hour workweeks, only for someone with a crappy attitude and a gun to take half of everything she made.

But Johnny didn't grow to hate mobsters; instead, he learned from them.

These events morphed his perception, in a way that he saw that honest work just didn't pay, not in the world they lived in.

However, even with his change of sight, the protection fees only continued to rise, and eventually, to the point where it became so unbearable that they emigrated to America.

But even in this new land, the suffering never truly ended.

The same shadows loomed, the same struggles persisted, and Johnny realized that the only way out was to get in deep, where power and control could be seized rather than handed over.

By the time Johnny was six, he was already working the corner, shining shoes for a nickel.

While other kids laughed and played, Johnny came home every night covered in black smudges, clutching a mere fifteen cents.

But it was the weight of his mother's struggles that made him endure, for nothing could weigh heavier than her persistence and no amount of grime on his hands could compare to the burden she carried.

Then, as if it was out of a fairytale, their life changed in the span of one day.

It was on that day, when his mother's life changed, that his own life took a turn as well, having gotten a job as the live-in maid for none other than the mob boss, Lucky Luciano.

The transformation was like night and day as Johnny watched in awe as his mother, no longer struggling to make ends meet, not only provided for them but could even buy them things.

He and his brothers were given toys, better food, nicer clothes, and, for the first time, an actual childhood, all thanks to the Luciano family.

It was one of the reasons his eldest brothers ended up joining in the first place as they got a taste of what the Luciano family was offering and didn't want to go back to the hardships they'd known before.

But Johnny was different.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go back, it's that he couldn't.

His eldest brothers never really had a childhood, too busy helping their mother just to survive.

But Johnny, he lived through both sides, he experienced the dirt-poor days, but also got a taste of what it was like to be well off.

Unlike his older brothers, who were already in their teens by the time their lives took a turn, Johnny was still just a kid.

He got to experience both sides, the struggle and the sudden shift into something better, allowing him to step into the world with a glimpse of both the darkness and the light.

His brothers had to live the way they did to escape that life, but Johnny didn't have to.

He had the choice to shape his childhood into something different, something better, and pursue whatever he wanted.

But Johnny chose this path.

He couldn't go back to the life of an honest schmuck, working day in and day out like his mother.

That shift in perception had already taken root within him, testing his resolve with the comfort he once longed for.

But that comfort had become repulsive to him.

Johnny wanted more, more than a life of simplicity, more than just getting by and it was with that he craved power, status, and the chance to control his own destiny.

But the only way through the Luciano Family, the only path to climb the ranks in this tightly-knit organization, was through its rules and unwavering loyalty.

It was a brutal game, one where only the most committed survived and that's where he found Gino Vinchenzo, his mentor.

Gino wasn't just any soldier; he was a man handpicked by Lucky Luciano himself after Johnny proved his worth.

Gino became more than just a mentor to Johnny, he became a father figure.

He taught him every facet of the brutal, intricate world they lived in, guiding him through the twisted corridors of the criminal empire.

But it wasn't just about the jobs or the deals.

Gino instilled in him the most important lesson that would shape Johnny's future as a mobster: loyalty was everything.

In this world, loyalty wasn't just expected, it was demanded and betrayal just wasn't an option, because once you gave your word, it was your bond, reiterating this sentiment through one saying, over and over again.

'There are rules in this line of work, but above all, the boss's words were always right.'

Gino's voice echoed in Johnny's mind, an unshakable mantra that had shaped his every move since he first stepped into the world of the Luciano family.

Those words weren't just advice, they were law.

Gino taught Johnny that no matter the task, no matter the circumstances, the boss's decisions were absolute.

To question the boss was to question the entire foundation of the family, and that was a sin in their world.

But those same words broke his heart.

The reason Johnny took Gino's words so seriously was because, after everything, he loved Gino like a father, and it was because of that the reveal of his true colors really shattered him.

Gino wasn't just the mentor he idolized; he was a rat for the government, a turncoat who had betrayed the family.

In this world, just like Gino always taught him, once you turned on the family, there was no coming back.

This sudden realization that Gino had been playing both sides to prop up Genovese really shattered Johnny's perception of loyalty and trust in a way he couldn't ignore.

Accruing enough favors, enough power, and enough leverage to get a final conversation with Gino, to confront the man who had shaped his early years in the family.

He called in every favor he had, wiped the slate clean, and set up the meeting.

But it wasn't about helping him; it was about putting a bullet in his head, because those were the boss's orders, and the boss's orders were always right.

Johnny had fully committed himself to this family, and there was no turning back, that single moment solidifying his resolve into something unshakable, something that wouldn't let his mentor's death be in vain.

So it was why he lifted his head, his eyes burning with determination as he turned the keys in the ignition.

Ready to carry out Ricky's order, he knew deep down that this was the way it had to be.

The boss's orders were always right, and Johnny would follow them without question.

5 hours later,

"James hear me out-"

"No!" James swatted away his colleague, pushing him back as he took a step away.

"Rich, this is wrong, this entire situation is wrong!" James shouted, his voice rising in frustration as he glared at Richard, who slowly withdrew his hand.

"James, this isn't someone who guys like us can mess with-"

"So what? We're just going to let it slide, all that destruction he caused, just let it slide!" James yelled, pointing at the window with anger and disbelief, his voice trembling with frustration, his hand gesturing to some of the scorch marks left by the residue of Ricky's wrath.

James McManus was a federal prosecutor and one of Dewey's former colleagues but unlike the others who had been deterred by the example of Dewey's death, James remained determined.

What he saw when the Luciano family took over New York wasn't just crime, it was madness, something that shouldn't exist, yet there it was, right in front of his eyes.

The place where he was born, the city he grew up in, burned.

All because of one man, claiming that the city was his but James would be damned if he let Ricky get away with it.

"I'm filing the lawsuit tomorrow, whether I get the backing from the guys above or not. I just can't let it go." James looked at Richard, who held his breath at this death sentence.

"Don't you feel the same? Don't you feel that Ricky Luciano, this self proclaimed hero, needs to be revealed for the monster he really is-"

"James, I have a family, we all do." Richard gestured around, his eyes flicking to the others who were quietly watching, watching James' eyes turn to them before they all ducked their heads, hanging them in shame.

"Aren't you sacred-"

"I'm supposed to be someone my son can look up to, not someone he looks down upon." James muttered to himself, his voice thick with emotion.

He turned his back on his supposed co-workers, grabbing his briefcase with a sharp motion before storming out of the district office.

Walking towards the car, James hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the ignition as he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned the key.

The engine roared to life instead of the explosion he feared, and a sigh of relief escaped his lips.

But that moment was brief as his gaze hardened, determination flooding back in as he gripped the wheel, preparing for what lay ahead.

Driving to his house, James noticed a car in the distance, its headlights flickering, steadily tailing him.

Unaware, James eventually made his way towards his suburban home, a smile crossing his face despite the tension creeping in as he loosened his tie, eager to see his family, and jingled the keys in his hand.

As he neared the front door, the weight of the day pressing on his shoulders, a sudden shadow loomed behind him.

Before he could turn around, he heard the distinct sound of a metal pipe swinging through the air.

TWACK

Just as his hand found the key, everything went black as darkness swallowed his senses, his consciousness fading into nothingness.

When his eyes finally fluttered open, everything felt surreal as his vision was blurry, hazy, disorienting.

But eventually, his eyes rose above the tired weights pressed on his eyelids and he saw it.

His family.

Tied up with their faces filled with terror, their eyes locked on him, wide with fear and desperation.

The sight of their cries wrenched his heart, but before he could react, a drop of blood landed on his face as there was a slight gnash on his head.

Then, his surroundings suddenly snapped into focus, the reality of the situation sinking in as he tried to move, only to realize he was tightly bound, unable to escape.

"W-What the hell are you doing?!" James roared, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched the man behind all of this, watching Johnny turn the stove to its highest setting.

Johnny then opened the oven, and a blast of heat surged out, intensifying the already hot area in another surge of heat.

"I-I'm sorry," Johnny muttered, turning back to face the family as his eyes flickered to the little boy and the mother, both pleading for mercy, but he couldn't bring himself to meet their gaze.

In fact, he lowered his head at what he had to do, what had to be done.

"But I gotta show the boss that I'm willing to do whatever it takes, and go beyond," Johnny said through gritted teeth, his voice thick with emotion.

Johnny wasn't like Ricky, in fact, he wanted to absolutely cry at this moment for what he was about to do.

But he knew that if he wanted to prove himself to Ricky, he had to surpass even the most gruesome expectations.

"Y-Your one of Ricky Luciano guys right, listen, just listen-"

"I'm sorry," Johnny muttered, his voice barely audible as he turned his head, steeling himself as he moved quickly, setting up everything to make it look like an accident.

The ropes, he knew, would burn when the fire ignited, just the way it had to look and it all made him take a deep breath, his hands trembling, but there was no turning back now.

"MY FAMILY, PLEASE-"

"I'm sorry."

Those were all the words Johnny could manage, unable to meet James' gaze as he began cleaning up his mess.

Johnny loosened his collar, the heat becoming almost unbearable but he preserved through his task.

James, though, couldn't keep still while his mind raced, and panic surged through him as he struggled violently against the ropes, desperate to break free, unable to let this happen to his family.

However, his efforts only seemed to throw off his balance, and he collapsed onto the ground, still tied to the chair.

Even then, James continued to struggle fiercely, desperation burning in his chest, but it was no use.

His movements were frantic, like a fish out of water, but no matter how hard he fought, the ropes held tight, leaving him helpless.

Huff

"Why are you doing this? He's a monster!" James huffed, his voice thick with both rage and desperation, struggling intensely against the ropes.

His wife and child sobbed in the corner, their cries echoing in the room as Johnny's gaze flickered briefly toward them, guilt twisting his insides.

Bam

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A REAL MONSTER IS!" Johnny snapped, his voice laced to their brim with anger and pain, his past haunting him with every word and in a burst of frustration, he kicked James in the face, the impact sending a sharp sting through his own chest.

Without hesitation, he turned the gas stove higher, the sound of the hissing flame filling the air as the heat in the room grew unbearable.

"You don't know what real suffering is! Scraping by for mere pennies of all your hard earned dollars because of the fear, those f*cking horrors that would abduct you into the shadows if you didn't cough up even half of it!" Johnny's voice cracked, guilt lining his face as his eyes teared up, fighting to keep going.

"Ricky Luciano might not be a good person, but he's fair." Johnny showed his view of Ricky with them, seeing his actions not as righteous but fair.

Sniff

"You could've lived, you could've lived a good life that so many people would kill for, but you got greedy." Johnny resolved, steeling himself with every passing second, bracing himself for what he was about to do.

"And this is what greedy gets you." Johnny turned away, walking toward the door as James's eyes widened in realization.

"PLEASE WAIT I-" James yelled out only for his words to be lodged in his throat, watching Johnny turn back with a single match and speak the two words he always seemed to repeat.

"I'm sorry."

The words escaped his mouth as he flicked the match, tossing it into the furnace. Immediately, he bolted out the door, and a tear slipped from James's eye as he turned back to his family, offering them an assuring smile.

"It's going to be okay-"

BOOM

The fire erupted like an avalanche, sweeping through the house in an instant, reducing the family of three to charred remnants.

The explosion shattered the windows, sending a towering plume of smoke into the air.

Johnny was thrown backward, skidding across the road, but he didn't hesitate and with a grimace of pain, he picked himself up, clutching his shoulder, and limped toward his car.

The neighbors poured out of their homes, horrified by the devastation in their quiet suburban community.

Johnny, his face twisted in anguish, slowly drove away, tears streaming down his face.

In reality, Johnny was just twenty-one, still a young man with a soft heart, someone who cared deeply for others.

The weight of what he had just done tore at his soul, the weight of the realization that he had killed a mother and her son, and the memory of their faces would haunt him forever.

He wasn't soulless, he wasn't unfeeling, he couldn't separate his emotions for his work, some people couldn't.

But even then, through all of it, he followed through, he followed orders.

Hic

Sniff

Johnny rubbed his eyes, his gaze locking with his reflection in the rearview mirror as the sadness hit him like a wave, but he refused to let it consume him.

His tears streamed freely, but his resolve remained unshaken as he wiped his face with the back of his hand, the weight of his actions hanging heavy, yet he didn't falter.

His eyes, now steeled with determination, stayed fixed on the road ahead as he had made his choice and there was no turning back now.

"I'm sorry."

The Next Morning,

"Atta boy, Johnny!"

"That's how it's done!"

"YEAH!"

The applause erupted from Johnny's fellow mobsters, all of them gathered in anticipation for a special announcement from Ricky.

But before the big reveal, they swarmed around Johnny, clapping him on the back, patting his shoulders, and offering congratulatory words as the buzz in the room was palpable.

The news had come in the earlier morning, a headline flashing across the city: 'Tragedy Strikes, James McManus' House Catches Fire Due to Gas Leak; No Survivors Reported.'

The story was clean, neat, and tragic, parading it as a gas leak, an accident.

But it was only when the truth came to light within the family, that Johnny had orchestrated the event, that his status soared above that stagnation.

Now, with this fact clear in the Luciano Family, Johnny had become the residential hotshot.

However, Johnny looked worn down, dark circles under his eyes, his exhaustion evident as he hadn't slept a single second all while he stood there, lost in his thoughts, before Frank walked over.

"Make way, make way, give the kid some space!" Frank shouted, the other recruits flinching and quickly dispersing, leaving Johnny standing alone in the center of the room.

"Aye, Johnny, you did good." Frank said, his arm draping over Johnny's shoulder as he gave him a firm pat on the chest.

Johnny sniffled, his emotions barely contained beneath his tough exterior as he wiped his eyes at the memory replaying in his mind.

"That little boy and his mother-"

"Johnny, listen, words of advice from someone called 'The Exterminator' within the circle," Frank said as he pulled Johnny aside, his face showing remorse, knowing all too well what it was like to be in his position.

"I know that at first it's hard, to close your eyes and not see their faces because trust me, I couldn't sleep a wink the first time," Frank said, his words sinking deep into Johnny's thoughts.

Johnny looked up at him, watching Frank stare into the distance, as the memory of the first innocent he ever killed on a hit flashed before his eyes.

"People say don't think about it, but sometimes, out of nowhere, their faces just flash into your mind, and then you're left reeling with what you've done, what you've become," Frank said, his gaze drifting to his hands, once soaked in blood which clenched tightly, as if trying to rid himself of the haunting memory.

"What I do, when I can't get their faces out of my head, is think of those who mean the most to me, the very same people I'd do anything to make smile," Frank said, his voice steady, yet laced with the weight of his own experience as he turned back to Johnny, whose head was lowered, his body trembling slightly as the words sank in.

"I think about my darling family, the people I'd do anything, and I mean anything, to make sure they live a life that I never got to," Frank's words hit Johnny deep, stirring something in him as he slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes now glistening with a mix of pain and understanding.

"Does it make it go away-"

"No, it makes it tolerable, it makes you stronger." Frank's hand shook slightly, patting him before looking to the side.

"You're gonna make it, Johnny," Frank's words hit Johnny with a force he hadn't expected. His eyes widened, as if a weight had lifted from his chest.

For a fleeting moment, he saw Gino in Frank's smiling expression, the same reassuring look he had once received from his mentor and slowly, Johnny nodded, feeling a little at ease.

"Thanks Frank-"

"Yeah, thanks Frank. Can't believe I overlooked this polished gem," Ricky said, draping his arm over Johnny's shoulders as he froze at the words, his body tense as Ricky's laughter echoed in his ears.

Johnny seemingly didn't even recognize he was there before slowly turning to Ricky grinning wildly at him.

"Boo."

"AH!" Johnny flinched, stepping back as Ricky's laughter filled the air. His hand instinctively pressed to his chest, trying to steady his racing heart.

The other mobsters erupted in laughter, pointing at Johnny, who felt his face flush with embarrassment.

"Come on, guys, don't pick on him too much. At least he doesn't scream like some chick," Ricky joked, his laughter echoing as the others joined in and Johnny, initially tense, let out a deep sigh before cracking a reluctant smile.

Slowly, he joined in the laughter, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all as it wasn't the first time he'd been the punchline, but for some reason, this time it felt a little easier to laugh along.

"Alright, let's get to the meeting."

1 hour later,

This was one of the initiatives Ricky began implementing in his new position, holding meetings regularly.

On the surface, they were framed as Ricky gaining insight into the current state of affairs in the city, but in reality, he had ulterior motives.

Ricky genuinely wanted to familiarize himself not just with the city, but also with the high-ranking members within the family.

They were all Lucky's men, and Ricky had yet to truly make the family his own as he was focused on understanding how it all worked, trying to get a genuine feel for the dynamics at play.

Throughout the meeting, the high-ranking mobsters briefed Ricky on the current state of affairs in New York, each update bringing them closer to solidifying their grip on the territory for the family.

First on the agenda was the progress with the coven, especially after Ricky had handed them control of operations in Staten Island.

At first, Ricky wanted to give them Long Island but after the entire thing with Profaci, he decided he wanted to one day give it to his and Maria's son, Carmine Luciano.

The coven had expressed interest in one of two options: they wanted to remain under the Luciano family's umbrella, but they also insisted on having their own space to truly establish their influence.

Ricky was open to this, however, there was one issue that had yet to be resolved as the coven was supposed to send a representative to act as a bridge between their organization and the family.

This would remain until young witches and warlocks were integrated, alongside either Johnny or Zatanna, to ensure their place within the family's operations.

However, Agatha was being incredibly picky, refusing to select any women for the role for obvious reasons and the men had to meet the coven's strict standards, which had led to an extremely rigorous selection process.

Until then, Big Tony was handling the operations within Staten Island, temporarily until he could go back to Manhattan.

"There ain't no problem with those witches, Slick, it's just they can't hold a conversation," Big Tony sighed, rubbing his receding hairline while looking at Ricky, who also let out a frustrated sigh.

"Tell me about it," Ricky sighed, glancing at Big Tony, who was clearly stressing over the situation, knowing full well how difficult it was to talk to a witch or a warlock.

"They're like a bunch of nerds with their heads stuck in books. I mean, one of those elders didn't even look up from his damn book for the three hours he was supposed to be helping me," Big Tony vented, clearly out of his element as he was trying to make it work because Ricky had personally asked him to handle it, but it was becoming a frustrating mess.

"Just hang in there a little longer, Tony. Your replacement for looking after the witches will come, and I'll make sure to reward you personally," Ricky said smoothly, slicking his hair back as he caught Big Tony's hesitant glance, but the older man nodded, knowing there was no point in arguing.

"How's the drug route and the-"

Cough

"About that Slick." Little Tony, Big Tony's older brother, coughed out with slight embarrassment since although this was his field, he was actually struggling.

"Ever since you got back, the Gurrea family has actually sent word that if the cooperative relationship continues, you need to come back and 'make things right,'" Little Tony said, his hands tied as he spoke directly to Ricky as the other mobsters scoffed, some slamming their fists onto the table in frustration.

"Who the hell does that beaner think he is?" Mickey 'Mouth' Tori yelled out, his voice dripping with anger as he directed his frustration toward Juan in a racist way and Ricky raised his hand, signaling for silence before things escalated further.

"I knew this would happen. Tell him I'll be there soon," Ricky said, pointing at Little Tony, who gave a slight nod as Mouth shot him an incredulous look, clearly puzzled by Ricky's calm response.

"Slick, don't give into that dirty-"

"I wouldn't, but I did kinda sleep with his sister then dip." Ricky leaned back, shrugging as Mouth closed his own before nodding.

"Alright, that does kinda make sense when you put it like that." Mouth muttered, glancing around as the other mobsters, who shared the same thoughts, nodded in agreement.

Sigh

"C'mon Slick, really?" Frank pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily at Ricky who shrugged again.

"Sorry?"

"Anyways, I've got a special announcement," Ricky said, adjusting his tie as he scanned the room.

All eyes turned to him, including the soldiers and enforcers in the back, who straightened up and focused on his every word.

"I know a lot of you have been wondering about me being the new head and what changes are coming, so let me be the first to say it, the Luciano family will change," Ricky announced, his words making the room fall silent as the family members hung on his every word, waiting for him to elaborate, all eager yet cautious, resisting the urge to jump to conclusions.

"But that doesn't mean we're going to change what the core of the family represents, what each and every one of us represents," Ricky continued and almost immediately, a wave of relieved sighs swept through the room, as many of the mobsters understood that their roles and place in the family weren't at risk, and they wouldn't be replaced.

"I'm not pushing any of our members out, nor will I neglect them like soured milk. I recognize those who prove themselves, just like my pops did." Ricky patted his chest, telling them all that their dedication towards the family would never be pushed aside.

"That's why I want to not only recognize someone within the family, but acknowledge their efforts." Ricky then turned towards Johnny, who suddenly paled, realizing that he was barely an enforcer.

"Johnny, come up here for a second." Ricky gestured towards him, and the high-ranking members all nodded, acknowledging the young Italian man who was finally getting the recognition he deserved, the irony settling in alongside the anticipation.

"Johnny here cleaned up a budding mess, but not only that, he's been loyal and, most of all, respectful to the family," Ricky said, patting Johnny's shoulder with his words making the other members nod in agreement, recognizing that he always played by the rules and never argued with an order.

"It's why, here in front of all of you, that I am personally promoting him to Capo," Ricky said with a toothy smile, gesturing towards the high-ranking members who all widened their eyes.

It was safe to say that it didn't just catch them off guard, it left them speechless.

From what they had heard and had come to believe, thinking Ricky would supposedly promote either a mutant or a witch to Capo first, but instead, he had chosen Johnny.

"ATTA BOY!" Frank stood up, his voice booming with pride as he clapped loudly, refusing to let the moment pass without giving it the recognition it deserved.

His enthusiasm sparked a ripple through the room, and soon, other members followed suit, their applause filling the air as they acknowledged Johnny's promotion.

Some enforcers, feeling a flicker of jealousy for being passed over, exchanged glances but kept their thoughts to themselves.

Despite the sting of not being chosen, they found some solace in the fact that it was another Italian being promoted, one of their own.

There was a sense of pride in that, a reminder of the loyalty and heritage that tied them all together under the same banner.

"Come find me later, we need to talk." Ricky whispered while clapping for Johnny, the new Capo nodding as he pushed him forward in the next seconds.

Then, the others swarmed around him, congratulating him with hearty slaps on the back and words of praise before he was swept up into the celebration.

Later that night,

"Boss, you called for me?" Johnny slowly entered the dim and empty Italiano's.

The only light was the lone bulb above Ricky, who was swamped in a mountain of paperwork as he looked up as Johnny stepped in, his expression unreadable and a little scared but for some reason, a tinge of excitement loomed.

"Yeah Johnny, come over and sit." Ricky gestured, his eyes still glued to the budget for the Cotton Club.

Johnny, holding his new fedora, walked over with his black trench coat and sat down across from Ricky.

It was safe to say that Johnny chest was swirling with pride since not only was he the youngest Capo within the family, but he was also the first Cap between him and his brothers who were still soldiers.

But the biggest reason he was late wasn't because of getting fitted for a new suit and clothes, it was because his mother couldn't stop crying, overwhelmed with pride, as she hugged him for the last two hours.

Now, Johnny was sitting across from Ricky, knowing he had received the approval he needed but feeling an intense desire to go above and beyond.

He wasn't content just with the promotion; he wanted to prove that he was worthy of the responsibility that came with it.

"As you probably heard from the rumors, I'm going to start not only funneling mutants into the family, but also witches and warlocks," Ricky said, setting down his pen and meeting Johnny's gaze who was caught off guard by the legitimacy of the rumors, blinking desperately in surprise.

"But even if we take a different approach in recruiting, I want the core values of the family to remain intact within these new recruits, regardless of how many horns they might have," Ricky continued, trying to make Johnny understand the direction he wanted his era of the Luciano family to take.

"Now you're probably wondering why I promoted you and called you here. It's because you're not only the youngest guy to hold these values close to your heart, but you consistently show it," Ricky said, pointing at Johnny, who nodded his head vigorously.

"I need someone like you, someone young enough to relate to the younger guys and kids, but old enough to really get a grip on what it means to be in the Luciano family," Ricky said, propping Johnny up as if he had planned this for a while, rather than making an impromptu decision.

Ricky wanted to use someone like Johnny, someone he could trust to carry the weight and the values of the family.

The thing was, it didn't necessarily have to be Johnny, it just had to be someone like him.

"Because your job is going to be the most important for the future of the Luciano family, you're going to be the first family member to be in charge of mutant runners." Ricky had put a lot of thought into how he would integrate mutants into the family, he saw it as an opportunity to elevate them, pushing them above the current level and building on the strong foundation that Lucky had already set.

To put it simply, Ricky planned to place young mutant kids under the care of people like Johnny, individuals who were so loyal and committed to the family that their values and tendencies would inevitably rub off on the kids.

They would grow up within the Luciano family, learning its ways, before eventually becoming part of it themselves.

And sure, not all of them would really grow into what Ricky had set out for him, but he only needed a couple.

A couple of mutants who would grow up in the family under Johnny's values and mirror them themselves.

Then, he would, in turn, place them in charge of mutant runners, creating a cycle that would repeat over and over again, building a network of loyal, capable mutants who were deeply ingrained in the Luciano family's values.

Ricky was determined to build a crime family on steroids, one that retained all the core values of a traditional mob family, preserving the loyalty that Lucky had worked so hard to establish for the Luciano name, while also wielding a power that ordinary people couldn't even begin to imagine.

But Ricky needed to test whether this ambitious plan could actually work.

To quell the unease among the high-ranking members who feared being replaced, he promoted Johnny.

By putting Johnny in a position of responsibility, Ricky wanted to see if his drive to prove himself, combined with the core values he held, could produce the results he was hoping for.

As Johnny's demeanor shifted into something more serious, Ricky watched closely, ready to assess whether his gamble would pay off.

If not, he would wipe the board clean and try again, with someone else.

"This ain't a game, Johnny. This is gonna happen, and it has to. The Luciano family needs to go to the next level, and I need you to make it happen." Ricky's gaze was steady, his tone sharp as he locked eyes with Johnny, who nodded vigorously, fully understanding the weight of the task ahead.

"Any questions?"

"No boss, if those are your orders, then they are absolute." Johnny thumped his chest with conviction, a fire in his eyes as he steeled himself for the challenge.

"Alright, soon you'll be given a bunch of runners, but under the guise that you'll be in charge of delivering messages, packages, and training the next batch of couriers," Ricky explained, handing Johnny the details of where he needed to report.

Johnny took the paper and pressed it close to his heart, almost if it was a symbol of his dedication to the task ahead.

"I won't let you down, boss, I promise!" Johnny exclaimed, bowing slightly before hurrying off to start planning what he was going to do.

"You know what, I kinda like the guy." Ricky chuckled, leaning back as he poured himself a drink, his gaze shifting to Shadow Broker, who was seated right next to Johnny that entire time.

"What do you think? Do you like him?" Ricky asked, taking a sip as he raised his glass, offering a silent toast to his Stand, which hovered lifelessly in the air.

"Thought so."

Meanwhile at Elias new Residence,

"So he's finally come around," Elias muttered, setting the note down as he glanced to the side. One of his subordinates nodded in response, understanding the weight of the situation.

It was then that he opened the door, and a dozen children slowly walked in, lining up before him. They all looked up at him, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and caution.

Among them, a young boy stood out, his gaze hardened, reflecting the image of Elias within his eyes.

"Now children, how would you all like to do a favor for me?"

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