Pleasure for money - DNF

SEVEN

After Dream left George in the small room he didn't leave the club or go back to his gang. No, he walked with strong steps towards the door that let you enter the back of the club. Dream had an epiphany that he actually needed to do something to keep George out of danger. Because what he had agreed to do for his manager was dangerous business and the gang leader didn't want anyone to possibly hurt him. From how the stripper had told the man himself about how his boss broke the news to him, he didn't seem too keen on working that way. Or that he even had a choice. So Dream was going to make it right.

To be fair, he could've just killed the owner of the club who had such a disturbing mindset but he didn't want to cause any work issues for George in that way. Besides the last thing he'd want to do was scare the brunet off. Therefore he opened the door to the managers office regularly and stepped inside. Mr Rogers eyes widened when he realized who had just stepped into his workspace uninvited.

"Sir!" he exclaimed surprised and stood up from his seat. "Is something wrong?" Mr Rogers asked hesitantly, not wanting to press any of the gang leaders buttons since he couldn't tell if Dream was mad or not.

From all the playing he'd done in the casino he had an amazing pokerface, even though he was mad already because of how much he disliked the man in question and what he did to his workers. As long as the old man didn't push any of Dreams buttons they could have a calm and civilized conversation.

"Sit down." He ordered shortly, sharp in his tone.

The manager dropped back into his seat slowly while he watched Dream take a seat in front of him.

"I don't actually want to be here talking to you, so I'll just skip all the bullshit." The blond informed the older who nodded. "I'm just going to say what I want from you. Treat your staff better, simple as that."

Mr Rogers looked puzzled as if he didn't understand what the younger meant. He furrowed his brows and Dream raised his not understanding which word he said was confusing.

"With all of my respect sir," The manager began and the blond could feel his migraine approaching. "I don't see where you're coming from, I treat all of my staff equally and with respect."

Dream scoffed at his words, the nerve of this man. He hated people like him, spineless cowards. Someone like Mr Rogers could never be as strong as George. If they swapped lives he wouldn't even had lasted an hour.

"Making your staff, or no, one of your workers prostitute themselves is equal and respectful?" The taller straightened his back and leant forward.

The old man gulped nervously when he recognized the irritation glimmering in Dream's eyes.

"Well," he chuckled awkwardly. "You see that's different-"

"How?" The gang leader barked at him, quickly growing angry at the man in front of him.

"It's business, you of all people should understand business." Mr Rogers ran a hand through his thin hair, eyes frantically looking around the room to find some sort of escape.

"Sorry?" The taller asked baffled. "It's not business. What it is, is a cowardly act from a pathetic old asshole."

"Excuse me?" The older man asked offended. "It's really not that big of a deal, I think you're overreacting a bit. George doesn't mind doing his job."

"How would you know? Have you talked to George? Asked how he's doing? What he's okay with?" Dream rambled aggressively slowly standing up, he couldn't stand this old piece of shit.

"Okay, I get it." The man put up his hands to calm the gangster down who now stood at the edge of his desk. "It was stupid on my side but the damage is already done and I can't do anything to change it."

The blond had to mentally restrain himself from jumping over the desk and beating the shit out of that prick right then and there. His blood boiled as he took a quick deep breath in a poor attempt to calm himself down.

"Are you stupid?" He spat through gritted teeth. "What I'm telling you is that you're gonna go tell George that he doesn't have to sell himself anymore." The taller ordered with a too calm tone for his current state which frightened Mr Rogers.

"I-I can't do that... I need the money for the clubs income." The balding man tried to reason with the furious gangster.

"You stupid fuck..." Dream sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "I can just stop coming here forever and then you won't have any money for your stupid club." He threatened and he thought to himself that he had probably never seen another man this terrified before at the thought of loosing money.

"You can't do that!" He snapped suddenly turning aggressive. "That would be completely unethical besides then I'd need to have George keep working like he does because he would be the only major income around here."

The look Dream gave the man after he said that made him realize that he might've just pushed a button that should never ever be pushed on the gangster. Trying to be the bigger person, he took a deep breath and tried to speak again. Though, his words still came out sounding like threats.

"I've been paying George all that money that he's earned and given to you."

"You what?" Mr Rogers exclaimed angrily. "That little dirty fucking cocksucker..."

"What the fuck did you say?" Dream finally snapped, in less than a couple of seconds he found himself on the other side of the table gripping the old man's collar in his hands.

"N-Nothing," he stammered while looking with fear into the gangsters piercing eyes. "I-It's just against policy... that's all."

The blond could hear the quiver in the old mans voice but he didn't care if he'd piss himself from fear. He had already crossed the line when he'd asked George to do what he does. He'd had to pay for his wrongs eventually, right?

"Listen closely to me," he gripped the collar tighter, messing up the other mans dress shirt. "If I ever hear about you disrespecting or even wronging George the slightest ever again, if you fire him or don't treat him with more respect... I will kill you. Not metaphorically, not as a dumb threat, I will actually hurt you."

The man in his grasp frantically nodded to signalize that he understood perfectly.

"I'll tell him he doesn't need to work like he does anymore and maybe even give him a day off more frequently!" The man rambled quickly with his quivering voice.

"You better."

"Please..." the man cried quietly fearing for his life.

Dream had been boring into his eyes this entire time, staring intensely as the older man shook from fear. He was extremely afraid because he knew that the blond was serious, he wasn't a joker. No one had ever heard the gangster crack a joke or even seen him smile before.

"You're fine." The blonds mood suddenly changed in a second, letting go off the man and straightening his shirt. "Be a big boy Andrew."

The man didn't say anything he just wiped the few tears that had spilled over and corrected his clothes. Dream gave him two too harsh pats on the shoulder before looking him into the eyes with a look that still had lingering fury in it.

"Then we're done here. Be a peach and go get George right away, would you?" He asked sweetly and left the room once Andrew nodded in response to his question.