Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Eighty-One: Cosmic Ray

Miya moves to leave, grabbing her handbag and she slides across the leather. A security guard steps in front of her. She looks up at him a hand gripping her bag. "There's still someone I want you to meet." Simon stated. He stands, fixing his white muscle tee.

"And who's that?" questioned Miya, annoyed. "I have other things I need to be doing right about now. You're wasting my time." she rises to her feet, her heels gave her a few inches on the tall security man blocking her way out. Simon nods. His small eyes ran up and down her figure.

"I was also told the person who gave you my name, was killed." Simon's voice turned to a dark undertone. "He was a good friend and you killed him."

Miya shoots a smirk his way. "He gave you up. He wasn't a good friend, was he? Besides, he contacted me first."

"No, you're right." Simon steps out once. "He betrayed me, all because he couldn't keep it in his pants."

"Is the part where you try to kill me and fail miserably?"

"This is the part where you take me to meet the big boss."

"Can't do that."

"Why not?"

Miya folds her arms, shifting her weight to her left. "Shigaraki is away for the moment. If you want to meet us, we've divided ourselves into factions. Re-Destro and his management team, as well as the League. We're all one now. You want to meet one, you meet all of us." she looks around. "Who's the person you want me to meet?"

Simon's gaze hasn't wavered from Miya's hip side. His right fists clenches and his knuckles crack. Miya lifts her brow. He nods with a heavy breath, "Follow me." he turns on his heel. Simon strides around the lounge. Miya drops her arms with an annoyed sigh. She has no choice but to follow him if she want's the Army to have a good relationship with this small branch of the Bratva. Simon comes to the back door, painted black, and he inserts a number into the pin pad by the wall.

It buzzes green and he opens the door to a dark hallway lit with a red lamp. Miya enters. It's musty and smells of incense and sex. The walls and ceiling are black, and floor is black marble. There's a series of doors with numbers running down this corridor. Simon seals them inside, and the door buzzed again. A locking mechanism clicks into place.

She thinks she might know what he wants.

"This way." Simon strides down the corridor and follows it left.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" she says, behind him. Simon remained quiet. He comes to a door labeled 11 and politely knocks. A gruff voice burnt with cigarette smoke over decades replied from the other side. The door is opened into a dimly lit room and the smell of cigarette and cannabis smacks her in the face. She's made to enter into the cozy room where's there's a large bed with red sheets. The walls are black and hung with art. There's a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a minibar on the far wall.

Sitting on a lounge is an old man. His arms are outstretched over the sofa, a Cuban cigar in his left and a glass of orange liqueur in his right. He wears an expensive suit and between his legs is a girl servicing him.

Miya's eyes grew wide and she nearly falls over her own feet at the bizarre sight. "Okay, I'm leaving!" she turns to be met with Simon. His large hand cups her cheeks and she raised her left arm, a spark of Dark Matter forms when the old man says.

"Do you know who I am?" his voice is deep and broken with years of smoking.

"No, and I don't care."

"I am Abagor Chernoff."

Dark Matter disappears and Simon lets go of Miya's cheeks. She looks at the old man. He takes a puff from his massive cigar, he's looking at her like she was his next meal. Her heart skipped a beat and she's biting her red lips. Abagor motions to the sofa across him. "Take a seat, Stardust." he offers, kindly. His left hand rests on the girls head, watching her tongue slide up his cock.