One Helluva Ride

Chapter 35: Making an Enemy of the Mafia

          Everyone took their seats in the dining room. There was an uncomfortable silence as awkward glances and glares were thrown across the table. "So, this is aggressively uncomfortable," Blitzø said. Crimson folded his hands on his table. "I suppose you wanna know why you're here?" He replied. Blitzø leaned forward in his seat. "Yeah, so what gives? You know we kill people on Earth, right? We don't normally do contracts for locals. So, if you want to do business with us, you gotta–"

          "I don't wanna do business with I.M.P., I wanna do business with Moxxie." Crimson interrupted. Moxxie choked. "Me?" He asked, his voice wavering. Splice tightened their grip on the knife in their hand. "Yeah, kid. I summoned I.M.P. to be sure you'd show. Because, well, we're bringing Chaz into the family." Crimson explained. Chaz smirked from his spot at the table.

          "What? Since when can just anyone join the family?" Moxxie questioned. Crimson's demeanor remained cool and collected. "C'mon, Mox. You had responsibilities here that I had to pick up once you left. Now Chaz here is going to lighten the load." He said. Splice's brows furrowed. "And you trust this fuckshit who abandoned your son?" They gestured over to Chaz.

          "I thought you always hated his guts." Moxxie added. Crimson hesitated. "Well, I don't know if I exactly hated him-" He started. Moxxie's expression contorted into confusion. "You called him a 'friendless horse fucker' and said we lived a 'sissy lifestyle.'" He said.

          Crimson became visibly annoyed. "Yeah, well, I was wrong. You've been gone a long time, Mox. A man can change; and so has Chaz." He replied. Chaz grinned nervously. "Yeah, I've grown. Matured. And recently, came into millions! But, y'know, mostly the 'mature' thing..." His gaze shifted from side to side.

          Blitzø, who had been listening intently to the drama, decided to speak up. "Oh, okay, okay. So, the horseless friend fucker over here gets a little moolah and suddenly it's worth wasting our time over?" He asked. Chaz chuckled. "Yeah, well, I'm the whole package, if you know what I mean." He said. The imps looked at him uncomfortably.

          "I got a big dick." Chaz said with a grin. Millie rolled her eyes. "What does any of this have to do with Moxxie?" She asked. Crimson put down his silverware. "There's gonna be a ceremony tomorrow. Moxxie here is officially going to release his holdings in the organization. Then, you can go back to ignoring your family to your heart's content." He answered.

          Splice's tail rattled in annoyance. "Maybe he wouldn't ignore his family if they didn't force him to rub elbows with a no-good shark-toothed fuckface!" Millie seethed. Chaz smirked at her before she pointed her knife to his throat threateningly. "Hey, look everybody, relax. I know tensions have been high tonight. Say, why don't you stay here and get some rest? We'll have the ceremony tomorrow, and then you'll be free to leave. I have your rooms prepared." Crimson said.

          Before anyone could object, Moxxie spoke. "Yes, sir." He muttered. Splice and Millie gave him a concerned glance. "Mox?" Millie asked gently. Crimson's henchmen began to usher I.M.P. out of the room. "A moment, Moxxie." Crimson demanded. Moxxie's brows furrowed. "Just give me a minute, Millie. I'll be there." He said. The doors shut, closing Crimson and Moxxie off from everyone else.

          Splice stayed close to Millie as they were ushered upstairs, carefully eyeing the loan shark guards. "Mils.. something isn't right here." They whispered. Millie nodded. "I know. I'm just hopin' Mox has this under control." She replied worriedly.

          The two imps jumped in surprise as various dildos poked out from the walls. "Woah- what the shit?" Splice questioned. Blitzø's eyes lit up as he looked around. "Ha! There's dicks in the walls! That's fuckin' hilarious." He said. Splice shook their head. "Only you, Blitzø..." They muttered.