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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/13/2015 10:16:40 PM
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[u]NYC[/u]
Grell sat in his warehouse he used as the main base of operations for his human trafficking ring.
Women were being milled around all over the place, some being delivered to buyers, others being taken to private rooms for local Mafia members.
Two of Grells men approached him, the words BLEEDING WILLOW spray painted on their bulletproof vests.
"Sir, you have a visitor."
Grell nods, and Limbo walks forward, smiling
"Long time no see my friend."
Grell smiles
"Hello there asshole, you haven't visited me in so long, what's your problem?"
Limbo laughs
"Sorry man, been busy."
Grell nods
"What do you think of my little operation here?"
Limbo laughs
"It's hardly little, how many girls you got here?"
"We're holding at least 5,000 just here, not to mention all of my other warehouses."
Limbo shakes his head in disbelief
"How do you have enough men to keep up with them?"
Grell smiles
"15,000 men just in NYC, the girls don't cause any problems, plus we drug them a lot."
They both laugh, Grell speaks
"Plus I have my weapons deals, my drug deals, mercenary work, I make a lot of money man."
The pair continued to catch up, both of them having a seat on a fancy leather couch
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[b]she puts her hand on the wall next to his head[/b] "Oh I'm sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?" [b]she says in a slightly sarcastic yet seductive tone [/b]
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Limbo nods, looking away from her "Little bit." His hands were at his sides, sweating
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[b]she put her other hand on his chest she pushed him against the wall pinning him in place[/b]
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Limbo looked her square in the eyes, his hazel eyes told a clear message [i]Stop[/i]
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[b]she chuckles and her fingers morph into metal claws and she gently moves her hand up and puts the claws to his throat[/b] "Maybe I don't want to"
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Limbo shook his head, his head telling him to do one thing, his hormones doing the opposite
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[b]she grined devilishly as she pressed her lips against his[/b]
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Grell sat back, disappointed, while limbo didn't kiss back, but he didn't struggle.
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[b]she held the kiss for a solid minute before breaking away with a smirk on her face[/b]
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Limbo shook his head, before smirking and kissing her
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Edited by Kain The Slain: 12/14/2015 2:17:27 AM[b]she kissed back her fingers returning to normal[/b] [b]she put her hands on the back of his head and ran her fingers through his hair[/b]
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Limbo pulled away, his face racked with guilt, he opened up a time portal behind him and fell through. Grell sighed "His wife died 15 years ago, he's always tried to stay faithful, guess he couldn't resist today."
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[b]she chuckles[/b] "I knew he was lying. You can't hide anything from me"
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"Please don't try stuff with him, he's still my friend, and I don't want him to get hurt." Grell said the statement very matter of factly
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"Don't worry I won't"
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Grell nods, standing up and stretching "Well if you don't mind, I've got some business to take care of, you can come if you want, it's just a small scale drug deal with some low profile gang."
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"I'll tag along"
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Grell nods, and he walks out of a door, which lead to the garage that held some of the gangs vehicles, Grell hops on a motorcycle, not bothering with a helmet. They both drive off, heading towards the Bronx, they arrive, several of Grells men had already arrived, along with some ragged looking small time gang members, a large package of drugs separated the two groups. Grell hops off of the bike, and walks over so he's right next to they drugs, facing the smaller gang "So fellas, we agree on a price?" An African American man walks forward, in a white tank top, with a bandanna covering his face "Nah man, get outta here wich yo 20,000 credit deal, the highest we'll go is 10,000." Grell laughs "This is a business guys, 10,000 credits is barely worth my time, 15,000 and you get all of this." The leader of the gang thought about it for a minute, before nodding, and transferring the credits. He spoke "Man if this stuff ain't legit, we gon have some problems aight?" Grell smiles, speaking sarcastically "Aight." Grells gang walks away, hopping into trucks and cars, and the smaller gang hauls the drugs away, before it's just Eva and Grell
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"Well that went well"
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"Last one didn't go so well, had to put a bullet in all of their heads." Grell laughs
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"Anyway what now?"
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"I'm going to head to my condo, take a nap, you can join me." Grell smiles seductively
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"Maybe next time hot shot" [b]she winks and hands you a note then phases through a nearby air duct[/b]
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Grell looks at the note, sighing
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[b]it has a phone number on it[/b]
