Harlan chuckled at the horrible proposal he had just made. Before going into more detail about the business of claiming Victoria, he wanted ultimate proof of Nash’s loyalty. He started talking, gauging the giant with his eyes.

"What do you want to do with her, Reiss?" Nash asked.

Harlan thought for a second, a sadistic smile stretching his thick lips, then replied.

"It’s up to you to decide, Blaze. Show me what you’re made of."

With a brusque gesture, he grabbed Aiko by the hair, forcing the young girl to kneel directly in front of his moist crotch. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, freeing his cock in front of everyone, and planted his piggish eyes straight into the star player’s.

"If you really want to have another shoot for Apex, watch this little Baby-Boom queen clean up my leftovers. If you flinch, if you make a single move, her teammates end up in the brothels tonight."

Aiko was terrified, her entire body shaking with spasms, her pleading eyes locked onto Nash, silently begging for help.

Nash remained stunned, frozen for a fraction of a second. His brain was spinning at full speed. How was he going to get out of this explosive situation without breaking his bluff?

Then Nash had a flinch. A flash of enlightenment crossed his mind. It was right here in front of him... Or rather, next to him.

Harlan guided his cock straight toward Aiko’s trembling mouth. The girl tried to get her head away, but there wasn’t much she could do.

The exact moment the young girl’s lips were about to brush the usurper’s moist flesh, Nash dropped a single word.

"Enough."

A deathly silence fell instantly over the office. The goons stopped breathing, hands on their weapons. Dahlia closed her eyes, convinced it was over. Everyone in the room imagined this was the exact moment Nash would crack, where Blacklist’s hero would jump at Harlan’s throat to defend his girl.

Except Nash was monstrously calm. His green eyes fixed on Harlan, and through his interface, he read the usurper’s system like an open book. He saw what Harlan himself didn’t understand about his own psyche: his total, sick, devouring obsession with Victoria, bigger than his loyalty for Hector.

Everything else was just smoke and mirrors to compensate for his broken ego.

Nash took a slow step forward, crossing his massive arms, and looked at the scene with total contempt.

"You’re really making an offer, Reiss, and then you just destroying your own merchandise?"

Harlan blinked, surprised, still holding Aiko’s head.

"What are you talking about?"

"I’m talking about the fact that you just offered me Aiko and the Baby-Boom in exchange for Victoria, and now you’re about to soil her right in front of me," Nash continued in a dry, pragmatic tone. "If you destroy their little star’s mind right now, they won’t be worth shit for me. I don’t take a sloppy second. You’re ruining my loyalty for a five-minute whim."

Harlan, amused by this cold, calculating attitude, slowly released Aiko’s hair. The girl collapsed to the floor, stifling her sobs. The usurper leaned back in his chair.

"Ah... I see. Maybe you’re not quite ready to accept the basic deal yet, little rat."

"The thing, Reiss, is that I’m wondering exactly who I’m dealing with," Nash replied, anchoring his gaze in his. "I need to know if I’m talking to Perez... or someone else."

A new moment of suspended tension. The name Perez acted like a whip. This time, Harlan stopped chuckling. His face became much more serious, his eyes sinking into the giant’s. He observed Nash carefully, looking for the flaw, the trap, the false step, but the guy’s profile remained a block of alley marble.

Nash maintained the pressure, his deep voice rumbling softly.

"I’d like to hear what you have to say about your plans for this situation. Apex and everything. But maybe it would be more interesting to hear it in private. Without witnesses."

Harlan stared at him for long seconds, rubbing his moist double chin, then a carnivorous smile returned to his lips. He glanced toward the blonde who still stood straight to the side.

"That could be interesting, that’s true... but the great lady over there should probably hear what’s on the table. It’s her empire we’re carving up, after all."

Nash raised a heavy hand, a gesture of absolute disgust.

"I don’t want anything to do with that crazy bitch. I’ve had enough of her lessons and her shitty management. I’d rather keep the girls I already have and secure my contracts. But your offer... your offer for Victoria could be very interesting for both of us."

Harlan spoke harshly, straightening his torso, wanting above all to show that he was the one in control, that the rules came from him.

"I’m the one who sets the prices here, golden boy. Don’t forget that."

Nash uncrossed his arms and took another step toward the desk, staring at the usurper with magnetic intensity.

"We have one thing in common, Reiss. Something that’s going to give us... our deepest desire. Both of us. You and me, and no third party included."

Nash briefly shifted his gaze toward Victoria. The director stared at him coldly, lips pressed tight, but under her black sunglasses, her eyebrows rose slightly. She seemed genuinely surprised by the turn of events.

"You filthy gutter rat..." she spat, her voice trembling with contained fury.

Nash turned toward her, a contemptuous smirk on his lips.

"Isn’t this a fitting way to pay your debt, Victoria? Your life in exchange for all those you crushed to build your team? That’s the price of the street."

Harlan had completely lost his smile. This time, he was looking at Nash attentively, eyes narrowed, hoping to detect a lie, hesitation, a false step. But in this scene, Nash looked too serious, too pragmatic, and the argument that had erupted between him and Victoria a few minutes earlier seemed too real, too visceral to be fake.

Yet those were just thoughts racing through his mind at full speed. His entire being, his vulnerable narcissist psyche, was now occupied by a single, unique desire since Nash had made his insinuation: could he really have Victoria? Could he possess this untouchable woman who had always looked at him like trash? This woman that even Hector, freaking Hector Perez, couldn’t get?

Nothing else mattered at this point.

"How do we handle this?" Harlan insisted, his voice betraying a feverish excitement.

"We handle this in private," Nash proposed. "Keep everyone outside."

Harlan tensed in his seat. He looked at Nash’s colossal frame, his massive fists. He absolutely did not want to be alone in a room or hallway with this 6’3" monster.

"No. We handle this here. We stay here."

Nash noticed the beads of sweat beginning to saturate Harlan’s forehead, who seemed more and more confused, torn between fear and lust. Nash observed him, then smirked. He wanted it the hard way? He would be served.

"Very well, we’ll stay here," Nash declared in a hushed voice, calmly stepping forward to sit directly in the guest leather chair facing the desk.

He crossed his legs and rested his arms on the armrests, dominating the situation with his mere posture.

"You see, Reiss, people in the street, whores, beggars, dealers... everyone rolls by the same codes. Everyone is aware of the world around them. There are rules in the underground, and they are universal. For example... someone who holds raw power instantly becomes a flame of hope for a moth lost in the street. He attracts the eyes, he dictates the wills."

Nash turned his head to the side, his green gaze settling on the Blacklist secretary who was still trembling in her corner.

"Dahlia. Come here. Do your specialty for me."

Dahlia froze, her face becoming more and more confused and terrified in the middle of this grand theater. She no longer understood the layout, but the authority coming from Nash’s voice left no room for doubt.

"Nash... what are you..." she stammered.

"Come here," Nash repeated, his voice dropping an octave, hard and merciless. "Consider this a tribute to the way you made me sign a contract for Blacklist. Anyway, Victoria is fucked, Reiss is going to take her. So if you want to limit the number of cocks that are going to pierce you in this club to just one, you know exactly what you have to do to keep your place next to the new boss."

Lost in the madness of the situation, terrified at the idea of ending up on the Red Zone sidewalk, Dahlia mechanically advanced toward Nash. Her legs trembled under her tight skirt. She stopped right in front of him, standing with her thighs directly between the giant’s spread legs.

She sighed, then, in shock and submissive from terror, slid her hands along her thighs and pulled her panties to the side, exposing her already moist slit to Nash. With trembling legs, she slowly lowered herself, guiding Nash’s freed cock and sinking it deeply inside her pussy.

"Ahh...!" Dahlia gasped as the thick head stretched her open. She bit her lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but the sheer size of his johnny made her moan uncontrollably. "Mmmh... oh god... it’s so big..."

She began to ride him on the guest chair, her hips moving in slow, deep circles at first, then gradually faster. Her moans multiplied as the pleasure built.

"Ahh... Nash... fuck... it’s stretching me so much... mmmhh... oh... no..." Her voice grew louder and more broken with every bounce, her heavy breasts jiggling inside her blouse as she rode him harder. "Oh fuck... I can feel you so deep... ahhn... mmmh... I’m... I’m losing it..."

Victoria watched the scene with visceral disgust painted across her perfect features. Her sapphire eyes fixed on Nash with pure hatred.

"You’re just as disgusting as all the other bastards out there, Nash," she spat, her voice trembling. "Actually... you’re worse than all the trash in this world combined."

She turned on her heel, unable to bear the sight a second longer, and headed toward the office exit. Harlan, seeing his prey escaping, half-rose from his chair, reaching toward his goons:

"Hey! Stop her! Don’t let her—"

"Let her go, Reiss," Nash cut in, his voice remaining olympian calm despite Dahlia continuing to moan and ride him frantically. "Let her go."

Victoria pushed open the double doors and slammed them violently behind her. The crash echoed throughout the entire executive floor.

Harlan slowly sat back down, completely confused, oscillating between the closed door and the erotic spectacle playing out on the guest chair. His mouth was slightly open, sweat running down his moist neck.

Nash raised his massive hand and dug his rough fingers deep into Dahlia’s ass cheeks, squeezing them possessively and brutally to set her rhythm.

"This won’t work like that, Reiss," the giant said, staring at the usurper. "What do you really want? Do you just want to humiliate her for five minutes, something that will leave her pride intact once she passes the checkpoint, or do you want a to see her with her exact attitude, her exact pride, kneeling willingly in front of you and being the one sucking that dick?"

Harlan ran a hand over his lips, his breathing ragged, completely overwhelmed by the Nash’s charisma and perversion.

"You..." he murmured, voice choked.

Nash let out a fierce smirk. He spread his hands slightly and delivered a violent slap to Dahlia’s ass, making it shake. The secretary let out a sharp yelp that echoed against the walls. Nash firmly massaged the reddened flesh, staring at Harlan with predator eyes.

"Follow my instructions to the letter, Reiss," the King of the Rats whispered with diabolical confidence. "Do exactly what I tell you, and Victoria will come to your bed on her own. She’ll get on her knees and let you do absolutely anything you want to her."