Stacia was like any other woman in the prime of her life, ambitious, *thirsty,* craving excitement and hopelessly bored out of her mind. Sure, she had a father who was one of nine crime lords in the city of Markaris but she didn't feel like she was different. Her upbringing had been full of a lot of love, but when she came of age she found a new kind of love.

A love that set apart all others and lit a fire in her chest and her womanhood. A love of power and control. Considering who her father was it wasn't a surprise she found it. Sure, all demons general had a vice towards power but Stacia had it way worse than any low born welp could ever dream of having. Her dad didn't know it but she was already influencing his work through her boy-toy Yarkin.

Ah Yarkin. That adorable submissively inclined Zarken. He was her godfather but once she came of age and started flexing her birth given talents she set her eyes on him. She needed a pair of eyes in her dad's business both the legal and illegal side. Worse yet she had a fetish for the reptilian species. It was a well known fact that most of the reptilian races' males had two penises, but not ever woman could get over the hang-up of scales and leathery skin. Stacia had no such hang-up.

Truthfully she wanted more than just Yarkin's dual set-up. As she got older she found new toys to satisfy her controlling and dominating fantasies, but something about Yarkin's nature stirred something in her. He was a kind-hearted man, romantic, obedient, loyal and yet the way he enticed her whenever they met. If she didn't know any better she'd think he was in control. She loved it.

All that being said, she was currently sitting in a brown leather loveseat, blood splattered across her face and front, dressed in only a bathrobe and staring at the ruined room in front of her. The latest toy she had fancied the greatest was currently hanging limp and cold off the edge of the hotel bed. The young man's orange blood marred the white sheets, the rose-mauve wall above and beside the bed, the carpet and just about every other surface in vicinity of his body. The hotel room, currently guarded by two of her father's goons, had been blasted open by a pair of low-level thugs that apparently her deceased toy had royally pissed off.

Not even thirty minutes ago she had been in the throes of ecstasy, hilted all the way down on her toy's reptilian cocks, when the door exploded. Years of instruction, instinct, and her own experiences had allowed her the appropriate response. She had quite literally dove off her partner's members, possibly snapping one in the process, and landed on the floor to put the bed between herself and the attackers. Poor Barek, her unfortunate toy, was still lost in a mixture of pain and pleasure he had barely managed to utter a plea before the thugs lit his body up with their mana pistols.

His scream and the sound of flesh being violently seared and blasted filled the room before it had gone quiet. Mana pistols were a demon's worst nightmare. A demon could survive if they didn't sustain too many shots but that was all dependent on the demon's speed.

Fortunately Stacia was wickedly quick, and had sprung into action once the thugs got close enough. Her pale grey black tattooed skin, her hypnotically swaying tits, and wild ivory hair had been all elements of surprise to the thugs. They weren't trained hitmen after and they certainly weren't demons either. Their crimson blood was testament to that fact. So it was no surprise she had dispatched them with relative ease before the first shot even smacked her in the chest.

Concentrated and solidified mana stung like a bitch. She hated it with a fiery passion, but it hadn't stopped her from completing her grizzly work. In fact the one who had shot her was torn in two, hanging off the dresser and resting at her feet in a definitive display. After it was all over she had called Yarkin, explained the situation and had her dad put on the line. The only aid she received were the two guards. It was up to her to clean up her own messes. Daddy didn't raise any bitches with dependency issues. In fact Stacia was quite capable of dealing with this and the phone call had just been a formality. She had her own goons, and her own business even. Right now she was simply stewing in anger.

"What a fucking waste," She bitterly sighed as she looked at Barek. Her dad actually liked that one. He wasn't a 'titty-baby' as her sister had so eloquently put it. In short, yes he liked having a dominatrix as a partner and he liked being helpless against her but he wasn't spineless or weak willed. At times he had even stood up to her. Now that was all gone and she needed a replacement, even more than that she needed names. Sure, it was probably Barek's own fault but he was her property and whoever sent this pathetic group as a punitive force had now seriously inconvenienced her. Not to mention they robbed her of a good lay.

Standing up she walked over to her belongings and began getting dressed as the blood on her body evaporated into red vapor. She was resoundingly pissed now and, much like her dad's own involuntary habit, her body got hot. Once dressed she grabbed her phone and began the arduous process. She needed a cleaner for the bodies, she needed some men to look into these thugs, money to pay off any witnesses, and she needed all this five minutes ago. Suddenly she realized, once again, why her dad kept Yarkin around.

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Sloan felt the cold chill of sweat on his neck as he sat in the car. He was still reeling from his conversation with Dahlia. The woman's demeanor had drastically changed to a state of demented ecstasy when he had asked her if she did neural work.

***Twenty minutes ago***

I stood there, grinning up at Sloan and practically salivating with anticipation at what his request was going to be. Inquiring about my neural work was one thing but the fact he mentioned his own daughter beforehand? Oh how deliciously depraved! I couldn't help myself. I drew closer to him, begging him to tell me more. I could see he was growing uneasy but I didn't care.

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Tell me god damn it!

'Down girl!'

I finally snapped out of my daze and stopped my advances to discover Sloan was holding me by the neck with a mixed expression of rage and fear. Ahhh so he can feel fear? I laughed lowly in a chilling sort of way that would make even the dead grow cold. The color drained from Sloan's face and his grasp grew slack before I gingerly freed myself.

"Forgive me, Mr. Sloan, I got ahead of myself. You say your eldest needs a new toy. Pray tell what kind? Also if your second oldest needs an adjustment might I suggest scheduling an appointment for a house call." I looked up at him as he began to recollect himself whilst I neatly folded my arms under my bust and patiently waited.

Once he had collected himself he spoke up, "My oldest has a penchant for scales and leathery skin, but I want something that won't keel over easily. Something sturdy and," he paused with a wary glance at the gestation pods before looking back down at me, "it can't be dead or some hodgepodge freakish experiment."

I could only chuckle at his wariness before I nodded to myself, "I don't make hodgepodge experiments, Mr. Sloan. I make monstrous masterpieces that can look normal from the outside but are entirely different inside. That being said... I'll see what I can do. Any other preferences besides scales?"

"She didn't fall far from the proverbial tree. She likes being in control of everything," he remarked with a hint of pride in his voice that I suppressed the urge to smirk at.

'Don't we all like to be in control?'

"Very well. I'll keep these preferences in mind, Mr. Sloan. It might take me a couple days to find something, but if you happen to have candidates in mind feel free to share them with me."

He frowned slightly before nodding, "I'll have someone collect you later this evening and bring you to the estate."

I blink in surprise for a fraction of a second before narrowing my gaze.

'Ohhh he wants this done quickly and now he's acting like he owns you. Great.'

"I would appreciate it, if in the future Mr. Sloan, you did not take that approach of conducting business with me. You're lucky my schedule is open tonight, but I have other clients. Do not assume you can order me around. Just because I've taken your money doesn't make me your bitch." To say that my tone of voice didn't have a shred of venom in it would be a blatant lie. I despise people who assume they can order me around. It's a matter of personal principal that I put my foot down in these matters.

The Syndicate is full of people that, if you don't show your backbone to, will trample you and run you into the ground.

Clearly Sloan got the message as he merely looked at me, hesitated, glanced at the pods again and then nodded, "My apologies... Shall I see you tonight?"

"Yes you shall," I extend my hand with a professional smile, watching it get engulfed by the man's giant palm, and shake his hand firmly on the agreement, "I expect the rest of my payment to be transferred over." I look up at him with a knowing gaze as he freezes up before nodding curtly.

Afterwards I politely walked Sloan out with the reformed James, now dressed in simple pants, following along obediently due to the control collar. Outside my clinic Sloan's car was parked in the middle of the wide alley, his assistant stood nearby patiently waiting and talking on the phone. Seeing his boss prompted him to hang up but he immediately became sickened as he saw James state. Hurriedly he opened the trunk for James to crawl in and slammed it shut.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Sloan," I nonchalantly wave as the men scoff and climb into the backseats before the car pulls away with controlled haste. Slipping my hands into my black coat's pockets I rock back on my heels with a giddy laugh before walking back into my building.

'Do you think he'll pay?'

They always pay. One way or another. If he knows what's good for him or his precious daughters he'll pay.

'What did you do now, you evil bitch?'

Oh nothing I just made an insurance policy and I'm about to make another one tonight. I'm not stupid, but he probably thought I was.

'And now he thinks otherwise?'

Correct.

'You worry me sometimes. Try and not bring the whole Syndicate down on our head please?'

I make no promises. I'm a legitimate businesswoman who they insistently continue to fuck with. Sloan will be the last straw if he doesn't pay up.

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Sloan wasn't one to get unsettled let alone scared but something made an appearance in that woman's eyes when she had laughed. Something that made his boiling demonic blood freeze over. Even more so was her brazen attitude. He hated it. Maybe Yarkin was justified in being apprehensive towards the woman. Sloan thought he knew her, knew her type, especially since he had always been quick in determining a person's nature. After interacting with Dahlia today? Sloan had taken a drastic blow to his confidence in being able to determine that nature.

They had driven for thirty minutes before stopping on the side of the road so Yarkin could make some phone calls. Namely he had to make sure the other half of the payment was processed. Secondly he had to make sure his goddaughter was alright. Sloan had to admire the dedication Yarkin took to his role as godfather to his eldest daughter. Not that Sloan was neglectful of Stacia, it was just that he had a firm stance on helping his children out of certain situations. Stacia had made it abundantly clear she didn't want her dad's help and she had proven time and time again that she had the grit and mettle to take care of her own problems.

It made Sloan proud to know he had sired such offspring. However, in the case of his second oldest, Marsila, he was faced with a much different issue.

Once Yarkin finished his phone call with Stacia, he climbed back into the car and snapped Sloan out of his daze, "Stacia cleaned up the mess and now she's moving to find the worms responsible." He looked at his boss as the large man sat there, idly contemplating the various situations.

Sloan nodded and sighed finally, "Lets take a trip downtown Yarkin. I'm in the mood for some entertainment of the flesh," he looked to his assistant who immediately got the hint.

"You don't think the attack on Barek was something else do you sir?" Yarkin tentatively asked as he suddenly felt dread rise up in his chest while Sloan chuckled grimly.

"Yarkin, when my eldest took up a business dealing with women and entertainment I made it my business to familiarize myself with her competition and I invested time into Barek to make sure he was a good fit for Stacia. He didn't have any vices or baggage," he motioned to the driver who immediately pulled away from the sidewalk and started his maneuvering through the morning traffic, "We're going to go pay a visit to an old friend. See if everythings on the up and up."