The Love of Money II
Copyright© 2025 by MindSketch
Chapter 33: Just Desserts
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 33: Just Desserts - Marcus and the others are no longer just surviving the world—they’re shaping it. Erin has always known what she wants. Now she’s orchestrating it. Helen is learning that submission isn’t surrender. Bobbi, stripped of her old identity, stands at a crossroads. New women cross his path. Old ones return. Some hand him their heart. Some, a leash. Some, a knife in the back. And then there are the ones waiting for him to stumble. It's hard to rest when you have a target painted on your back.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Black Female White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts Slow Violence
Monday, September 16th, 3:59pm
I stared into the eyes of murder itself. Hate. Rage incarnate.
It would have been intimidating as hell if it had been anyone other than Ryo Tanaka.
The fucking nerd had the gall to look at me like I’d done him some great offense.
I guess there was a small justification. His face was bloodied. One palm had a burn that sat firmly in the second degree and ranged dangerously close to third in some spots. The faint scent of seared flesh still lingered in the air. Two of the fingers on his right hand had been broken, and his nose sat at a crooked angle.
Two of his teeth rested on the floor along with his ruined computer.
Not much had changed in the last hour or so. We were still in his apartment, sitting around the same table—Ryo’s hands strapped with zip ties behind him and a hulking mercenary standing next to him with a hand on his shoulder. I sat in another chair opposite him, staring like a safe cracker studying his next target.
Sighing, I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. “This stopped being fun a long time ago, Ryo.”
“I can’t tell you anything else!” he cried out between swollen lips.
“You haven’t told me anything to begin with,” I said.
Ryo started to ask a question, but it trailed off into a whimper. He looked around as if searching for some means of salvation.
“I’ve told you so much,” he whined.
“Your sister already told me most of this crap,” I said, trying hard not to lose my cool.
Ryo tried again. “What about us buying fifteen percent of Halgen? That hasn’t even happened—”
“I can literally Google that shit and find a billion clips talking about it!”
“He didn’t tell you about Valegard,” Chloe said.
I looked over my shoulder at my bodyguard, who handed me her phone. There was an article about how Valegard was soon to be purchased by some shady corporation that already owned significant stock in three other large weapons manufacturers. It all sounded like tinfoil-hat nonsense, but I got the gist of what Chloe was suggesting. She probably had extra intel that linked this somehow to Tanaka.
Handing the device back to Chloe, I fixed Ryo with a glare. “Why didn’t you tell me about Valegard, Ryo?”
“Fuck! I didn’t know about—”
I jumped out of my seat. The thug holding Ryo knew me well enough to move back as I took two steps toward Ryo. I planted my foot into his chest and shoved, sending him sprawling to the floor. I couldn’t imagine how Ryo’s broken fingers felt, taking the brunt of the impact.
I shoved my foot on his chest and pressed down. “You’re next in line to take over from your dad, Ryo! Why don’t you know about Valegard!?”
Truth be told, I didn’t give a fuck about Valegard. It was probably technically legal and above board, just like everything else we had found out through Ryo. Hiro Tanaka was a skilled businessman and appeared to do a great job of maintaining the appearance of being a legitimate businessman.
Ryo screamed in pain. “I don’t know why!”
“Fuck!” I got off him and kicked his chair.
Chloe leveled her gaze at me. “This is pointless. He’s clearly useless.”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “This has to be an act! There’s no way he’s this useless.”
Needing a distraction, I started to check my messages only to find zero notifications.
“You can’t do that in here,” Chloe said. “Your messages.”
I gave her a blank stare.
“This place is shielded from signals,” she clarified.
“You looked up that thing on Valegard.”
“One of the guys from Hannon sent me an email just before I got here. I already had it open.”
Glancing back down at my phone, a thought struck me. “Hey! Where’s this guy’s phone, uh...”
“Name’s Grant. It’s in his room,” said the man who had been standing behind him.
“And you’re sure that there’s no signal in here?”
“Yes, sir.” He smirked, proud of his own cleverness as he said, “I removed the SIM card just in case.”
It seemed that Psalter had chosen his men well.
“Bring it here,” I said, turning to look back at Ryo.
He simply stared back up at me, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as his breathing came heavy and labored.
“Can’t find it!” Grant called from the bedroom.
“Where is it?” I asked Ryo.
Ryo’s sigh was punctuated by a hitch, and he closed his eyes. “The couch.”
“Check the couch!”
As we waited for Psalter’s man to return, I glanced at Chloe. “Did the guy tailing Sachiko ever get back to you?”
“He did,” Chloe said. “He lost them when her entourage split up. He didn’t tail the right one. It had that little companion of hers in it.”
“So, we don’t know where they’re staying?”
“Afraid not.” Chloe looked displeased.
“Got it,” Grant said, entering the room and offering me the phone. “It was in the couch cushions.”
The phone lit up as soon as I took it, showing the facial recognition system, which immediately started buzzing.
“It probably won’t recognize his face,” Grant said. He was right. Ryo looked like he’d been hit by traffic.
“Code?” I asked.
“What are you going to do?” Ryo asked.
“None of your goddamn business,” I snapped.
“It’s my phone!” Ryo insisted, sounding more like a petulant child than a man in his early adulthood.
I glanced at Chloe. “Cut off one of his balls and send it to his dad.”
Without hesitation, Chloe moved toward the little man, who instantly began screaming and trying to wiggle away from her. She drew a knife from her pocket and flicked open the blade.
Ryo screamed again. “No! Okay! It’s six-nine-four-five! Just don’t!”
I typed it in, and the phone unlocked. “Cool. It worked.”
“Hey!” Ryo screamed, and I looked up. Chloe was bent over him, reaching for Ryo’s pants.
“Whoa! What are you doing?”
Chloe paused and looked up at me. “You didn’t tell me to stop.”
“Jesus!” I said. “Stop! I don’t want to see that!”
My bodyguard straightened, folded her knife up, and slid it back in her pocket. As she returned to me, I eyed her.
“Would you have really cut it off?”
She met my gaze. “Order me again. Find out.”
“If this doesn’t give me anything, maybe I will.” I shot Ryo a dirty look before turning my attention back to his phone. “Did you guys go through this?”
“Yeah,” Grant said. “Everything was in Japanese at first. We got a tech guy who worked some special magic to flip everything to English. He downloaded all the emails, texts, and DMs. He’s going through them right now, I think. Pics aren’t very helpful. Just a bunch of women and anime titties. Nothing illegal we can use against him.”
“That checks out,” I snorted, navigating to his photos. Chloe was looking over my shoulder, and when I glanced at her, I caught her giving me a judgmental look.
“What?” I asked, innocently. “I’m just curious how much of a perv he is!”
It turned out that Ryo was one hell of a pervert. His files consisted of gigabytes of data—mostly a collection of folders and subfolders ... each holding a category of dirty images and videos. His taste in erotic art was extensive, and I got lost scrolling through thumbnails of animated women in various states of undress and positions.
“This guy is meticulous with his porn,” I muttered, glancing up at Ryo. Grant had lifted his chair off the ground and set it upright. The younger Tanaka simply blinked up at me sullenly through swollen eyes. “Your organizational skills are actually impressive, man.”
When Ryo didn’t respond, Grant donkey punched him in the back of the head. “The man paid you a compliment.”
“Agh! Fuck!” Ryo cried out, trying to look over his shoulder at Grant, then at me. “Thank ... thank you!”
The blow felt unnecessary, but not feeling very magnanimous, I didn’t make a thing of it. Instead, I went back to looking through the photos, scrolling through the real images this time—celebrities ... porn stars ... names I didn’t recognize...
“Holy shit!” I said, opening a folder labeled ‘Sister.’ Sure enough, there were images of Sachiko in various states of dress. There was a picture of her lying by a pool with sunglasses on in a black bikini, showing an interesting amount of cleavage just above crossed arms. Another one of her in a different bikini, lying back on her elbows, head tilted back, and looking at the camera. The third showed her in a pretty little dark green dress with shoulder straps and a swooping back, giving the viewer a smoky look from over her shoulder. Her lips were painted a dark shade, and her nails looked as if they had cost hundreds of dollars. All in all, there were two score or more of them ... likely from social media.
“Well, this is interesting,” I said, showing Ryo an image of Sachiko lying on her bed and looking up at the camera, appearing as if she just woke up, but had likely spent twenty minutes prepping for that photo. “Got something you want to share with the class?”
Despite half his face splattered with his own blood, I could see a blush creep across his pockmarked cheeks.
“Does your sister know you feel a certain way about her?” I asked, backing out of the Sachiko folder.
He didn’t respond.
Truth be told, I couldn’t blame him. I noticed Sachiko’s beauty at the restaurant, but now that I’d seen these pics, I really began to understand how lovely she was. It sucked to be him.
Not that you really have a lot of room to talk, I thought to myself. There’s a certain someone you’ve looked a little too long at that you shouldn’t.
That wasn’t the same, though. I didn’t go around collecting sexy social media pictures like they were goddamn Pokémon cards.
Besides, Emily and I weren’t technically related.
“How about your dad?” I asked Ryo, deciding I’d much rather focus on him than me right now. “Does he know about this?”
And then that gave me another thought.
“Is Carla in here? I know you gotta have a crush on her.”
Still no answer.
Lo and behold, only a few folders down the line—’Stepmother.’
Opening it, I found a treasure trove of Carla Tanaka pictures.
Jackpot.
These weren’t casual sexy bikini photos like Sachiko’s. These were explicit. In more than half of them, Carla was either nude or in some kind of lingerie. Many of them were of her spread out on a bed or slutting it out on a piece of living room furniture. Thank fuck none of them had that wrinkly old prune of a husband in them. That might have scared me for life.
“My god, Ryo,” I said, looking up at him. “There’s like ... what? Two hundred? Three hundred here?”
Still, he remained silent, simply giving me his death glare. I could hear his heavy breathing through split lips in the eerie silence as we stared at each other.
I said as I turned my attention back to Carla’s images. “Did you know that we fucked? Not that I was really trying to or anything, but she...”
I blinked at one of the thumbnails of two women posing.
I opened the image.
I blinked again.
I backed out and started scrolling through them with much more scrutiny than before.
“What is it?” Chloe asked.
There was another...
And another...
I passed the phone to Chloe. “That fucking bitch.”
She took the phone from me and stared at the latest image.
I looked at Ryo. “Congrats. You get to keep both your balls. For now.”
Without another word, I turned and made my way toward the apartment door. “Good work, guys! Clean him up and get some band-aids, I guess.”
Opening the door, I stepped out into the hall and was surprised to see Erin sitting on the floor across from me. I stopped short, and Chloe, on my heels, nearly collided with me.
“What are you doing out here?” I asked, stepping the rest of the way into the hall. Chloe shut the door behind her so that the three of us were in the hallway alone.
“You told us to wait in the hall,” Erin said, sliding up the wall till she was standing. “We waited for about thirty minutes, but I had some stuff to take care of, so Helen stuck around for me. I took over about ten minutes ago. She didn’t want to leave, but I convinced her you’d be okay with it. She said she needed to hit the little girl’s room and then called Karl and William to fill them in on the situation—felt like a good idea considering there’s a dead assassin involved.
I sighed. “Sorry ... I forgot I told you guys that. I didn’t mean to have you just hang out here.”
Erin glanced from Chloe to me. “It’s fine, but are you okay? It’s been a little over an hour, and you still look like you want to murder someone.”
“I do want to murder someone. Look at this.” I handed Erin Ryo’s phone.
She took it and studied the image. “I...”
Then she slowly blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Wait...”
She looked back up at me. “You’re not thinking...”
“Yeah,” I said. “I am.”
“You can’t know for sure,” Chloe said.
“That’s why I want you to go to Carla’s apartment downstairs, wait for her to get home from work, then bring her to me,” I said.
Then to Erin. “I want you to find Helen and tell her to go get Bobbi.”
“Bobbi?” Erin asked.
“Yeah. I want her to see what happens when someone really pisses me off.”
“What are you going to do?” Chloe asked.
“Ask her some questions,” I said.
Chloe stared up at me for a long moment, and just when I thought she was about to protest, she finally said, “Alright.”
Erin handed the phone back to me. “Where do you want Helen to meet us?”
I glanced back down at the phone, staring long and hard as the three of us made our way toward the elevator. The image on the screen showed Carla holding a few shopping bags while wearing what appeared to be a skimpy dress made from scraps of designer fabric. Standing next to her with a couple of shopping bags and a smaller, closed-lip smile was Amber Bell.
And something Carla said when we first met rang through my memory:
I might start going if you’ll be there. It’s always filled with boring old men. Though, I have to admit, Chandler is fun. Amber, too, when she was on the board.
“Tell Helen that we’ll see her in the dungeon.”
Monday, September 16th, 5:49 pm
Chloe was waiting for Carla to get home. Helen was either working ... or working Bobbi over in the dungeon.
Emily was with her acting troupe. Natashya was with her. Charity was at Julia’s office doing PR things. Emiko was packing for her trip to the Catskills the next day.
Apparently, Rose had left this morning while I was still at the hotel with Natalie and was now at work.
I wasn’t sure where the others were, but while Erin had been called away to a conference call with Charity and Julia, I found myself eating dinner alone.
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