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"I love the nightlife. I got to boogie…" hummed Catwoman strutting down the sidewalk and around the back of Superbabes through the parking lot towards the back door.
Suddenly a shadow lunged from between Wonder Woman's motorcycle and the company car towards her. She jumped and was about to yell when a handsome asian man approached her and let out a quick and nervous. "Hey."
"Son of a bitch-Eddie!" she gasped, her heart beating quickly. "Sorry mom…" she added under her breath. He was dressed in his 'trouble' jacket, with a high collar, jeans and sneakers. He glanced around left and right, "Jumping out of nowhere like that is going to get you shot."
This was Edward 'Eddie' to family, friends, and bookies. Catwoman's younger brother by a little over a year.
"Well- wait you have a gun?" he asked quickly, his eyes darting back and forth.
"What? No I don't have a I gun, I have mace, and a Barda." She added as she sighed. Glancing at his 'trouble' jacket. He only wore it when he was in 'trouble'. "What did you do now?" she hissed, turning as he followed her.
"I uh… might have made a couple bets."
Catwoman stopped just outside the door. And groaned. "…How much?"
…Eddie liked to gamble. Horses in particular, but he was also, surprisingly, not bad of a poker player… however… he was often more unlucky than some poor shmuck running into the Joker on the highway.
"A bit…" he added sheepishly.
"To who?" she asked sternly, if it was some random bookie, Eddie was well known enough in Gotham to work it off by getting other bookies to vouch for him… however… triads, the mafia… or maybe a supervillain that wants to own a casino for a bit? That was a problem. He didn't answer at first and she rubbed her forehead. "…Eddie, to WHO?"
"…Rupert Thorne…" he said finally as she held out her hands to strangle him.
"Thorne?! WHY?!" she hissed like a snake, throwing her hands to her waist, restraining herself from killing her brother for now. "What have we said?! Don't play with the mob!"
"I didn't know! My buddy said it was this big backroom game and I was on fire, until…" he let the words trail off. "I didn't know…" he added again sheepishly. "…You got to help me out." Catwoman covered her face in shame before turning and walking into Superbabes. "Sis. Come on!"
He followed right in after her as she made her way to the locker rooms. Eddie to his credit didn't notice a half-naked Starfire as she pulled down her top just in time… she might have hesitated if she knew he was walking in, and Wonder Woman stared at him like he was an idiot. "You got to help me." He breathed to Catwoman as she opened her locker to grabbed her suit. "You make BANK here…" he said under his breath as she pointed angrily at him, tossing her purse into her locker.
"Shut UP Eddie!" she hissed.
"Everyone knows!…" he replied indignantly.
"But nobody TALKs. SHUT. UP…" she said softly.
"Sis come on. I'll pay you back…" he said.
"Like last time? You still owe me a thousand bucks Eddie. I didn't even ask questions last time. You came up to me, asked me for money and I gave it to you." She poked his forehead. "Like an idiot."
"Sis…" he whined. "These guys aren't joking around… I heard they-" she covered his mouth.
"I oddly don't need to know." she sighed. "…How much?…" He flinched, leaned close and whispered in her ear. "HOW MUCH?!" he cringed as she slammed her fist on the locker. "It would take me a WEEK to get that much!"
"…Well that's not bad…" he said impressed.
"But I have to WORK for that MUCH!" she growled, "And MY job-" under normal circumstances very fun for her "-is a lot more exhausting than YOURS…" she said coldly. Eddie turned up his collar. To hide his face or shrink into his jacket. "...I'll see what I can do…" she added, "But you need to call in favors… maybe Nana would spot you."
"I already tried her… but she wasn't picking up…" he added as Catwoman sighed. Their grandmother lived in Hawaii, and she was also so rich she could be considered, 'eccentric' and not 'crazy'… "Besides you know what she's like."
Her grandchildren had to earn. Not beg…
"…I'll see what I can do… now turn around I have to change." She said, taking out her suit as he turned around to find a large, red bikini-like clad woman with firm muscles, dark hair and cracking her knuckles.
Big Barda smiled with a broad grin but it didn't meet her glaring eyes. "Hey… I only know two guys allowed to ever be back here…" she grabbed his throat. "And you don't look like an Edward, or a Tom.
"Actually…" Eddie (Edward) began nervously… however before he could be a snarky shit-.
"Throw him out." Orders shouted plainly as Big Barda dragged him out of the locker room easily by his shirt and sent him hurling into the parking lot.
"Bye!" Smiled Starfire cheerfully. "It was nice meeting you!"
Eventually a less then cheerful Catwoman matched out of the locker room and zipped up her suit… "…Orders, can I get a few extra hours this week?"
Orders eyed her, of course she knew everything… not just because of her abilities but because Eddie's voice carried… she sat less then 3 feet from the locker room when she was answering the phone it wasn't hard.
"I'm already giving you a break by letting you work so soon after coming back. I'm afraid you're going to burn out." Orders noted, tapping her desk furiously, eyeing a newspaper sports section.
"…Just… think about it? Alright?" Catwoman asked exasperatedly as she put on her best smile and headed to the floor. "He's dug himself into quite a pit this time…" Orders frowned, pulling the newspaper towards her, and running her index finger down several words of the newsprint, scowling increasingly until a few of the girls were starting to get nervous…
Thankfully they breathed a collective sigh of relief as she reached for the phone, her mood quickly snapping back like a rubber band to her usual professional tone.
Time: 8:14 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
*Ring! Ring!* click.
"Hello Superbabes. We Deliver."
"…I'd like to order a-…which one do you want?..."
"A Catwoman meal."
"Oh yeah that's it… how did you know that?"
"…That's extra crispy chicken legs, an extra crispy flank of fried fish, and a basket of seasoned fries."
"…Yeah... *mumble* Fine. Thank you…"
"Anything else?"
"Delivered by Catwoman. Please."
"Very well, we expect her back in 60 minutes or less or the police will be called. Please give me your name and address."
Meanwhile.
"Catwoman." Orders declared when there was no response. "Catwoman!"
"I heard I heard…" Catwoman rushed in, putting down a few bills on Orders' counter to put in her locker for her. "Sorry." Her zipper was almost completely down, just past her navel before she zipped it right up to her breasts. "Just getting some tips."
"You got one." Orders noted as the Order slid out.
"We were just talking about giving me more work. How do you do that?" Catwoman asked as Orders rolled her eyes.
"I don't know… cosmic irony?" Orders grumbled as Catwoman took the food and strutted out to the company car… making sure her brother wasn't out there to surprise her again. She slipped into the driver's seat, checked the address and off she went.
She drove casually through old Gotham towards what looked like a spa… which was odd, because who would come to a spa in old Gotham? That's rich people shit… still she parked the car, and strutted towards it… then frowned as the front doors opened automatically and a couple of toughs were at the door… coats, fedoras… they were essentially telegraphing they worked for the mob… or where hired goons…
They eyed her, probably a little more than they'd usually eye somebody… it was probably her tits, as she walked in… so far all she saw were the toughs. She frowned, turning to them but they were now watching the door.
"Good. You're here…" an older goon, probably long past his threatening days and into his wiseguy days approached her. "Come on…" he waved her along as she followed him until he led her right to a sauna. "Here…"
"…Seriously?" she asked rather indignantly. "…you want me to go into a sauna in black leather?"
"…You're going to take it off though right?" he asked a little sheepishly.
She stared at him. "…You do make an excellent point." She admitted. He took the food from her hand and cleared his throat.
"Look. We just need him to relax. He's got a big fight coming up and the boss wants him mellow. He said, sniffing the food appreciatively. "…Oh that ain't bad…" he noted, as she sighed eyeing the foggy window. "Just go in, wham-bam, you're good… oh and if he gets rough just scream."
Catwoman eyed him thoughtfully… she knew she wasn't going to get hurt, or at least she wasn't going to be injured, or Orders wouldn't have sent her. "Seriously?"
"He is a boxer… and stressed." He admitted reluctantly, "Just making precautions…" he took a nearby chair and sat down, opening up the meal box and chewing…
Catwoman rolled her eyes, unzipped herself a little, then raised her hand to knock on the glass window. "Superbabes."
Time: 8:44 PM. Place: Old Gotham (poorly thought out spa)
"Special Delivery Service." She added as the wiseguy looked at her curiously.
"…Are you supposed to say that?"
"Yep." She added as the door popped open, releasing a torrent of steam as she stepped blindly inside.
"…Seems kinda unnecessary…"
"It's branding." She replied curtly and shut the door.
…She was already regretting the leather. The zipper went further down her body as her eyes adjusted. There was a heater in the center of the wooden room and two rows of ascending seats.
The lone occupant had a powerful body, but he didn't have a lot of muscle definition, stockier than bulky; Shaven red hair, a nose broken and reset many times, and gorilla-ish arms. He sat in the corner, a tiny towel covering his sturdy thighs as he eyed her appreciatively. She glistened in the steam… but that was mostly sweat. Still it made her somewhat more appealing.
"Hello there." He said, eyeing her as she smiled and strutted across the wooden floor, her heels clapping lightly as she eagerly unzipped further… luckily her getting undressed meet eagerly with his approval.
"Hey yourself…" she purred, "…wooo… hot enough in here for you?"
"Hotter now that you're here…" he grinned, he had a hint of an irish accent, but he either hide it well or grew out of it.
"Ha-ha-ha…" she laughed playfully, leaning over him and rubbing his thighs as his obvious erection became more obviously, his towel now had a rising tower in the middle. "Funny guy…" she stood up, snatching the towel from his lap… she was rather surprised that he was shaven everywhere apparently. She grinned, running her hands down the V of her suit, lowering the zipper further. "…You don't mind if I get more comfortable?" she purred. As his cock throbbed eagerly, "…It's fucking hot in here."
He just grinned as her sweat body clung to her suit, she slipped it off slowly like pealing an apple, pushing it to her waist as her big breasts wobbled. "MMMn…" she kicked off her boots, then pushed the suit all the way down… "Oooh… much better…" she declared, although her head was still in the cat-cap and goggle… that was at least a little more tolerable.
"I'll say…" he grinned, stroking his cock as he stared at her sweaty body.
"Now…" Catwoman cooed, "I'm supposed to help you relax?"
"That's the plan…" he grinned, his other hand LITERALLY sliding down her sweat body to her ass.
"How should I do that?" she whispered as he licked his lips. His eyes flicked down to his stroking cock… then she winked, and down to her knees she went. He sat on the edge of his seat, his sack hanging between his legs as she wrapped a hand around his shaft.
"MMMMn…" he sighed as she stroked him, before he put a hand on her head, pulling her closer but pressing her face to his balls.
…His order was overwhelming… like two-day old gym socks in the hot sun. Her lips pressed to his hairless sack, and she inhaled through her nose, getting a powerful puff of man stink straight to the brain. She cringed, and trying to distract herself she opened her mouth and sucked them in. "MMMn-MMMN!!" she moaned, slurping and licking his sack as he held her head to his crotch. Salty stank in her mouth as she slowly slurped.
"MMMn… kiss them… suck em…" he grinned, "Oooh nothin better than being tended to… by a wet warm mouth."
Pressing her lips over and over to his balls, her tongue dancing around his nuts, sucking them into her mouth as she slurped and licked them clean, her hand constantly stroking his shaft over her face as she did. "MMMn-gph…mmmn-ahh…mmmn… slurp…"
"OOoh… open wide."
"AHHHHH!!" she sighed, her hot breath on his sweaty cock as he took his balls and shoved them into her mouth. "mMMN-MMPGH…"
"Ahh… that's a good ball washer…" he sighed, stroking his cock as she slurped loudly on his sack, her tongue lashing eagerly around his nuts, wondering how much of it was sweat and how much of it was her own saliva. "Ahh yeah…"
"MMMN-mmMN!!" POP! "Ah…" she pulled away from his sack, kissing them, then burying her nose into it like a dog to a bone.
"Ha-ha…" he sighed contentedly, letting his cock slap against her face as she took over stroking him again. "Ooh that's it… That's it."
"MMn-mmwah… mmmn…SLURP…. Mmmn…" she worshiped his balls as he relaxed contentedly, "MMMn-mmmn-mmmmm..." she slurped in his whole sack again, her stroking hand feeling his cock pulsate in her grip.
"Ugh… UGH… p-put it in your mouth.
"MMMN-Mwaah!" she gasped, pulling away from his sack, opening her mouth wide and wrapping her lips around the tip. Her tongue prodding and spreading open his urethra just as he released.
"Uugh!!"
"MMMn!" like a scatter-gun, her tongue planted in his tip sent his seed spattering around her mouth as she licked it out. Rope after rope filled her mouth as her eyes rolled in her head. "MMM-hmmm…" she stroked him slowly, trying to coax out more of his load, only for him to take her hand away, put another on her head, and guide her slowly up and down his twitching length. "MMMn… MMmmn…" she moaned around his length, drooling a streak of saliva onto the wood.
"Ahhh…" he sighed, letting her head go as she slid to the tip, and opened wide. "That was good…" he praised. "Swallow that for me…" he said, satisfied at the sight as her mouth shut and she gulped.
"GULP! AH…" she opened wide again, her tongue already prodding his urethra again, "Ahh-mmn…tasty…" she cooed as he watched her lick and prod his twitching tip.
"MMMn…" he took his cock in hand and pressed the tip to her nose, a tiny amount of pre-cum leaked into her nostril a second after he said, "Sniff."
SNIIFF! He pulled his tip away, a tiny stream of clear liquid connecting her nose to his tip before it snapped and vanished. She shivered, she wasn't necessarily 'drunk' on his cum, nor was she addicted to it, but there was a little bit of an aphrodisiac feeling. "Did you like that?"
"I love that…" she said sultrily, rubbing her huge tits with her hands as his cock throbbed back to eager life. "Smells so fucking good…" she growled, rubbing her body as he tapped his tip to her nose again and she playfully sniffed, "I love the smell of sweaty cock… makes me so fucking horny…" she moaned erotically, hand sliding down her stomach to rub her pussy. "So fucking wet…"
"MMMn…" he smiled, slipping his foot to her crotch and rubbing her slit with his big toe. "Get back to sucking…"
She was on his balls before he knew what hit him, moaning as her tongue lapped away. "Ahh… ah-laaaaa…" sliding her tongue on his twitching cock and quivering balls as he lied back, groaning eagerly as she wrapped her mouth around his sack once more and SLURPED… drool spilling from her lips as she slobbered wantonly.
She wasn't sure how long she slobbered over his balls, the haze of the heat, the snorted cum, and her own arousal was making everything a little blurry… eventually, he pulled her head away, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she drooled, then she tasted his cock again as he slid her head down the tip, holding her to his base as she sniffed his sweaty crotch.
"Oooh you're a hungry girl…" he groaned.
"MMMn-hmmmn!" she moaned balls deep on his shaft before he slid her up, then down, holding her head as he face-fucked her… he wasn't necessarily rough with her deepthroating, but she was rapidly going up and down on his shaft.
"GLUCK. GLUCK. GLUCK. GLUCK. GLUCK…"
"Suck on it… suck on it. Don't stop. Keep… sucking… it…!" he groaned, holding her head down… Semen shot from her nose and oozed from her lips as he released. "Ahhh…"
"MMMPGH?! GLUCK…GACK!" a small stream of cum oozed from her nose as he released her head, she gasped, as cum dripped off her extended tongue, "Ahhhhh… SNIFF…" she coughed, feeling the wad that had escape ooze down her throat. "Ugh…" she smiled at him, what little make-up she had on was running and made her look even more whorish…
"MMMN…" he groaned appreciatively, before taking her head in his hand and pulling her back to his balls. She buried her face in his crotch for a moment… then.
"…Are you just going to make me suck you off all night?" she asked curiously, her tongue absently sliding along his sack and length.
"I got a fight tomorrow…" he declared comfortably, rubbing her face against his junk more directly. "I need to be well rested and relaxed… can't do, that if I'm pounding you're pretty ass all night."
"You only got me for an hour…" she declared, then thought about it… "…well more like 10-" she licked his cock, slowly, as if tasting a popsicle she want's sure off. "…Maybe 15 minutes now? I don't know you're cum is really messing with my sinuses…" she added, her tongue slithering around his tip. "Ahhhhh…" pre-cum spirted into her mouth as he hardened again and pulled her down his shaft. "MMMnph-mmmn-mmmmn…"
"MMmn-mmmmn…" he groaned, watching her face as she slid down and up his throbbing cock, she groaned, pushing his hips before standing up over her. She stared up at him, wide-eyed and attentive as his hips bucked slowly on her face. "OOoh that's good… that's good. Use that tongue…"
And use it she did, slurping and licking away she popped off his cock, sliding it down the sides and beneath, licking up his sack with it as she smiled knowingly. He took her head in his hands again, before pulling her nose back to his tip. Without missing a beat or waiting for instructions she took a deep sniff of his scent… he seemed to like that a LOT more than she expected… his cock shivering.
"Ahh yeah… sniff it like a dog…" she ran her nose along it, up and down and over, sliding her tongue on his skin as she did. "MMMN! What's it smell like?" he grinned.
"…COCK…" she added rather obviously… she's smelled so many they all kinda blend together… granted this one was a little more sweaty and covered in her saliva and traces of cum, but it's not like he tasted or smelled like buttered potatoes… or buttered anything. Butter lingers…
"You like that smell?" he groaned, wildly stroking himself on her face.
"I love that smell, mmmmn…" she moaned, sucking in his balls… feeling them quiver… he was about to pop.
"Haa-Ahhh UGH!!" his first shot went wide, over her face and onto the hot rocks that made up the heater. An audible sizzle hissed out seconds before- "Ugh!" another rope, oozed out onto her forehead as it slid down her face. "Ahh-…" the final spurt was barely a trickle, he rubbed his cock with his hand against her face as she sighed, absently sniffing his scent as he pulled away…
POP… The suck-tion of her mouth on his balls echoed over the hissing steam she smiled up at him, his cum oozing down her face as he collapsed onto the bench. "Ahh… that's the stuff…" he grinned… wrapped a hand on her waist as she stood up. "…Maybe I would like to tap that ass…" she smirked and gently pulled his hand away.
"Unless you can get off in a couple minutes pal… it ain't happening…" she noted as he shrugged.
"Well… at least I'm relaxed." He added.
"I bet…"
"After I win tomorrow how about I order that pretty ass?" he grinned, watching her bend over and retrieve her clothes.
"Sure… call if you lose too, I'm a bit… tight for cash at the moment…" he grinned as she frowned, deciding that putting on tight leather in a sauna was a bad idea.
"Alright… see you tomorrow then." He noted grinning as she stepped out.
"…Whoa…" the old wiseguy, noticing her completely naked body, stared at her from his chair. "You uh… got something… there…" he gestured to his face, to implicate the fact that she still had cum.
"Yeah well you try wiping semen off in a sauna…" she added, "This place got a shower?"
"Yeah. Right over there…" he noted, gesturing off to the side.
"Great… you get my money, please. And I'll get cleaned up…" she walked right in, tossing her clothes on the sink before turning on the cold water and washing away the sweat and cum... she eventually was satisfied enough to dry off and get her clothes back on to find the wiseguy waiting just outside the showers with a stack of perfectly clean money that he handed to her.
"Here you go sweetheart." He grinned, like a charming older uncle she patted his face, taking the money and strutting away.
"Oh hey…" she added curiously. "…What are his chances?"
The wiseguy sniffed, "…Eh…" he said, shrugging. "…I wouldn't bet the house on Murphy… he can take a punch but the other guy's got no stamina… don't tell the boss but I'd say 50-50…" she frowned, she was hoping she might… 'dope the horse' as it were… what? She needed the money.
"Well… good luck!" she added, still smelling cum in her nose… it was like butter. Butter lingers…
Time: 9:56 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Orders was still looking over the newspaper, running her fingers down the print, her eyes occasionally flashing as Yaya returned, dropping the bills on the counter as Orders, without looking, deftly sorted it with her other hand and separated her cut.
"…What's your opinion on betting on boxing?"
"I wouldn't… not in Gotham." She noted as Yaya rubbed her pretty head… she had a headache… probably from snorting cum like cocaine. "Then again I don't gamble…" she scowled. "I…HATE. Gambling…" she scowled bitterly, before shoving the paper angrily away and glancing almost kindly at Yaya. "…Go Home Yaya… rest up…" Yaya shook her head but Orders… in an almost… COMPASSIONATE moment… rested her hand on Yaya's.
"You're tired… and you've been literally fucking around all week… go home." Yaya sighed sadly, nodded slowly and went to change… as she left. Orders added. "…And tell your brother I'd like to talk to him tomorrow…" she said as Yaya blinked at her surprised. "…After we close…"
A day later
A rather handsome asian man approached the back of the closed Superbabes. A bunch of toughs were listening around a nearby car radio about the fight and cheering… Murphy was apparently loosing… Eddie pulled up his leather jacket collar just in case they were Rupert Throne's goons and might spot him. He hurried up to the back door of Superbabes and knocked loudly glancing around and fidgeting as the door opened a second later, Orders stared at him, holding a small case in her hand. about the size of a very flat laptop.
"Get in." she said turning and walking back into the office he followed her somewhat confused.
"Is uh… is Yaya here?" he asked nervously as Orders walked into her office.
"Hurry up." He shut the door behind him and followed Orders inside to her office. "Sit." She demanded, putting the suitcase on her desk as he sat in the seat across from her. She glared at him, her purple eyes flashing. "Don't speak. Don't say anything…" she let the case drop flat on her desk, as if it burned her. She then opened it, and turned it around…
His eyes widened in awe at the case full of money, at least a few thousand dollars. "I got this yesterday at the track." She said as his eyes twinkled greedily, she slammed the case shut. "…So I want you to understand something… I, personally, FUCKING HATE gambling... and because I won this money gambling… I am completely, UTTERLY, fucking frustrated with YOU." She snarled as he jumped.
"W-what did I-"
"DO. NOT. SPEAK." She demanded so furiously he sunk into the chair trying to escape her horrific purple gaze. Like the Eye of Sauron was locked onto him and coming for his soul. "…There is enough money in here to pay off your debts." She pushed it towards him, "And a little extra to get you back on your feet. Eddie." Yaya's brother's eyes flicked to the suitcase. "Don't ask me how I know how much you have to pay… you are going to take this money, go straight to Thorne, and pay him…" she slammed her hand on the case, getting his greedy attention as she stared into his soul.
"If you take this… and try to 'double up'… I will without question tell Thorne and anyone else you will owe money to where you are at every hour of every day until they find you and do whatever they do to people who owe them money…"
He looked aghast and terrified. "You… you wouldn't... w-what would Yaya say?"
"I don't care what Yaya would say." Orders replied coldly with a dismissive shrug… and she was being completely, and dangerously honest…
"W-well how could you know where I'm going to be all the time!?" She suddenly lashed over the desk and gripped his chin, her purple eyes flashing as she forced him to look at her.
"The same way I'd know that you're planning to go to Wei-Yan's to gamble this money away in their back rooms…" his eyes widened as her's flashed purple again again, "Mahoney's racetrack." And her eyes flicked again as he shivered in fear. "The Gotham City Olympus." She squeezed his face painfully, forcing him to look into her eyes. "STOP. Trying to think of other places to gamble…" she snarled letting go of his face. "This ends only one way… you STOP gambling…" she glared at him. "You are not my responsibility. But Yaya is… your gambling is going to get her hurt or worse." Orders' glare burned into him. "I don't give a flying fuck if you die horribly, but the moment you endanger one of my girls, you and I have a problem."
He was frozen stiff in the chair, staring at Orders as she sat back into her's. "If you dying will keep Yaya safe, I'll sell you out in a heartbeat…" she noted coldly. "For free…" she added, "…with a smile on my face." before she pushed the suitcase hard, sending it flying onto his lap with a grunt. "Take that straight to Thorne's Bookie… tell him you got fucking lucky… and you did." She added coldly. "Never come back here, never ask Yaya for money again, never tell her what we talked about and NEVER order one of my girls. You are banned from this building and service…" she said, swiveling in her chair. "As of now I don't want to see you ever again… do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am…" he said sadly, thoroughly chastised as he got up and quickly rushed to the door. He made his way outside, clutching the case to his chest as if it was his very life. He took a breath and cracked open the case, gazing at the money he grinned… however… in the dark alleyway, the case seemed to stare back with furious purple eyes… he shuddered and snapped it shut…
Eddie turned left, heading towards Wei-Yan's… inevitably not only losing most of the money but then being mugged for the rest of it and losing his life after a week on life-support because he was shot in an alleyway by a common Two-Face thug. Thorne's goons soon transferred his debt to his sister… forcing Orders to once again gamble to make a payment for her safety…
Orders' purple eyes flicked, burning into his back as he stood outside the back door… his fingers sunk into the case, then Eddie turned right…
Eddie goes straight to Thorne's men, pays off his debt, and slowly, but surely, begins his efforts to quit gambling.
Orders sighed, watching Eddie choose the better of her visions. She was glad she wasn't going to have to sell Eddie out to Rupert Thorne… and she would have gladly if it meant that Yaya would be safe physically… emotionally? That, much like Eddie's new attempt at a better life, would have been a different story.
And with a last satisfying flicker of her purple eyes…she shut the back door.
End
Do NOT. FUCK... with Orders's girls...
...Well, you can fuck them you just can't fuck WITH... them... you get the idea.