Saints Row: Bullet to the Heart

Untitled Part 81

~*Phillip's Building, December.*~

High on the 71st floor of the Phillips Building, that silently stood watch over Mission Beach. Dane was busy making plans for the Black-Tie affair to generate more funds into the city. He would also use the opportune affair to announce publicly his engagement to the Ronin Heiress.

Looking over a few pictures of the leader of the Saints. "Damn, you are proving to be very, very useful, my lady."

No matter how she treats him, he shudders with lust. Power turns him on. Sure, she is in the way of his ambition for Ultor. Certainly she has the backing of one of their biggest clients. The only reason the Akuji's are still high on the list is because of Kyouki, his fiancée. He wants to take her to Steelport for a weekend of play in the romp room he spent the week in with Ms. DeWynter.

He could use Kiki, thinking about it after the fallout with Kouki, as she is low on the rung ladder of power. Mr. Loren may be a mogul in his own right. But Kyouki. Dane unzipped his pants. The thought of turning her over his knee made him hard. He needed a release. His perverse thoughts are filled with ravaging his soon to be bride.

At the ball. He will forcefully take her. She is his, after all. Images of her sprawled, her legs wrapped around his waist against his desk after they'd slipped away. He tugged and jerked himself faster. Imaginings of his hand at her throat while she moans for him to fuck her harder. "Yes, Kyouki... Yes... anythin- ahh." he hissed as he came. He shuddered, his hot seed spilled on her pictures across his desk.

Spent, he slumped in his chair with a satisfied grin as he cleaned himself and his desk, making it tidy once more. Tossing balled tissue into the trash, his intercom buzzed.

"Mr. Vogel, there's a Mr. Maero is here to see you."

Sighing his frustration at the interruption. "Jamie, I am busy downsizing here..." Adjusting his soft erection, thinking of Kyouki.

The woman interrupted shortly after. "Mr. Vogel... I'm not sure I am... um... I am adequately conveying Mr. Maero's size... Wait, you can't..." She tried to stop him, but it was no use. The massive man slammed his hands down on the secretary's desk, skulking straight to Vogel's office.

"Get him out of here!" Dane shouted. He desired his privacy, especially when it dealt with Kyouki. The loud bang of his oak doors being kicked in with Maero stomping up the small flight of stairs to the blond's desk. "Or... send... Wow... Thanks Jamie."

Dane rolled his chair back. "Hello, you must be Mr. Maero." In awe of the size of this man who barged into his office.

Maero pointed a thick, indigent finger at Dane Vogel. "I heard about the connections Ultor has. You'll get my boys out of jail, as well as help me destroy the Saints."

"Your bargaining posture needs some refining." Even from his position behind the desk, he was still looking up at the disfigured leader of the Brotherhood. "Wait. The Saints?"

"They killed my girlfriend and crippled my best friend. I want them dead."

Dane smiled as if he cared. "And that's unfortunate, but Ultor is a business and there's no profit in revenge. Don't worry about the door though, that one's on me." Dane motioned his hand to where the door one stood.

Maero came around to the other side of the large marble desk. "Money is it, I have a shipment coming in a few days –"

Dane cut him off with a wave of his hand, while evacuating his chair to put distance between himself and Maero. "Mr. Maero, nebulous shipment or not, I think I have made myself perfectly cl- shit!"

Maero flipped the marble desk over as if it was made of Styrofoam. Dane's eyes went wide as he jumped back out of the way. Maero just as quickly grabbed him by the throat with one hand. "Let's try this once more. You will help me destroy the Saints." Shoving Dane Vogel through the thick glass window, dangling hundreds of feet over the stone courtyard of the mighty tower, with just his bare hand.