Scum Of The Earth : System Of Dominion

Arthur lounged on his couch, the suitcase from King's last deal sat on the coffee table in front of him. He'd already opened it and stared at the stacks of cash like a man possessed. 

"Damn," he muttered, a smile creeping across his face as he picked up a bundle and thumbed through the crisp bills. "This... this is more money than I've ever seen in one place." 

He chuckled to himself, leaning back. "All for carrying out one deal. If this keeps up, I might actually start enjoying working for that bastard." 

But his grin faded as quickly as it came. Victor King wasn't someone to trifle with. Neither was Lena. The thought of her made him pause, her image vividly replaying in his mind, the fierce demeanor, the way her eyes seemed to bore into his soul. 

Arthur shut the suitcase with a firm snap and ran a hand through his hair. He needed to be smart. One wrong move, and all this money would mean nothing if he ended up six feet under. 

Arthur stepped into Ezra's workshop, the smell of burnt wires and stale coffee hit him immediately. The room was as chaotic as ever, monitors buzzing and wires tangled like vines. Ezra was hunched over his desk, mumbling to himself. 

"You're back," Ezra said without looking up. "Didn't think I'd see you so soon." 

Arthur dropped an envelope of cash onto the table. "I need updates. What've you got on Victor and Lena King?" 

Ezra raised an eyebrow at the cash but didn't question it. He picked up a tablet and swiped through a series of files. 

"Victor King's empire is vast," Ezra said. "Drugs, weapons, extortion—you name it, he's got his hands in it. But Lena? She's... different." 

Arthur folded his arms. "How so?" 

Ezra smirked. "To Victor, she's just a trophy wife. He only recently started involving her in some of his dealings, probably to show her off or keep her occupied. But Lena's not one to play second fiddle. She's got her own thing going on." 

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "What kind of thing?" 

"A secret club," Ezra said, his grin widening. "Invitation-only. All sorts of depravity go down there—illegal auctions, high-stakes gambling, underground fights, and... well, let's just say some things make Victor's operations look tame." 

Arthur let out a low whistle. "Sounds like she's just as dangerous as him." 

"In some cases, more so," Ezra said. "Victor's predictable. Lena isn't. She plays her cards close to her chest." 

Arthur nodded, absorbing the information. "Keep digging. I want to know everything." 

Ezra gave a mock salute. "Sure thing. Just try not to get yourself killed in the meantime." 

"There's a reason they call me the 'Roach' you know" Arthur replied

"No one calls you that," Ezra deadpanned 

Arthur's phone buzzed. Grace. He sighed, debating whether to answer, but curiosity won.

"What now?" Arthur asked, leaning against his kitchen counter.

"You're not the only one with a brain, you know," Grace shot back. "I've been working on something."

Arthur smirked. "Oh? Enlighten me."

Grace's tone shifted, turning serious. "I've found a lead."

Arthur straightened. "Interesting, go on."

"There's a potential witness," Grace continued. "Someone tied to Lena's underground network. I think they'll talk if we can convince them."

Arthur rubbed his chin. "You're persistent, I'll give you that."

"Persistence gets results," Grace said. "Meet me tomorrow. We'll go over the details."

Arthur hung up, but he couldn't help but feel like something was off. A witness popping out of nowhere?

Later that evening, Arthur stood outside Lena's penthouse with the address she'd scribbled onto a slip of paper clutched in his hand. He adjusted his jacket, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell. 

When the door opened, Arthur's breath caught. Lena stood there in a silk robe, its fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. Her neckline dipped just low enough to tease, and the way the silk moved against her body left little to the imagination. 

He could visibly see the point of her perky breasts pierce through the gown as if begging to be free. He gulped as he felt a throbbing reaction on his lower region

Arthur's eyes trailed downward, noticing the faint jiggle of her behind as she walked away from him after letting him in. His mind immediately filled in the blanks—she wasn't wearing anything underneath, his cock hardened. He slouched immediately to hide his erection.

"Arthur," Lena said, her voice smooth and amused. "You actually came."

'At this rate, I might,' He joked in his mind 

Arthur managed to pull himself together, flashing a confident smirk as he stepped inside. "You invited me. Would've been rude not to." 

Lena's penthouse was just as stunning as she was; modern, sleek, and undeniably luxurious. The city lights poured through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the room softl. 

"You have a beautiful place," Arthur said, his voice steady despite the hammering of his heart. 

Lena poured herself a glass of wine and leaned against the counter, watching him with a faint smile. "You didn't come here to admire my decor, did you?" 

Arthur decided it was time to make his move. He stepped closer, his voice lowering. "No, I didn't. I came here to get to know you better." 

Lena raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a small smile. "Is that so?" 

Arthur leaned in, activating [Silver Tongue]. His gaze locked onto hers, his voice dripping with charm. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we met. The way you carry yourself, the fire in your eyes... You're captivating, Lena." 

Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to gauge his sincerity. Arthur took another step, closing the distance between them. His hand found her waist, and pulled her closer. 

For a moment, Lena didn't resist. Arthur's other hand trailed down, resting on the curve of her behind. Her breath hitched, and he took the chance to lean in, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. 

Lena responded, her lips soft against his, her body pressed into his for the briefest of moments. Arthur's confidence soared as he deepened the kiss, his grip on her soft-to-the-touch buttocks tightened . 

But just as quickly as it started, Lena pushed him away. 

Her expression was unreadable, but her voice was cold. "You're either very bold or very stupid." 

Arthur kept his composure, smirking despite the sudden distance. "I'd like to think I'm bold." 

Lena crossed her arms, her gaze sharp. "Many men have died for far less than what you just did. If Victor finds out, he'll have you castrated." 

Arthur shrugged, his voice calm. "Victor doesn't need to know. Besides, I know what I want, and I'm willing to take risks to get it." 

Lena's lips twitched, the hint of a smile playing at the corners. "You're an interesting man, Arthur." 

"And you're a dangerous woman," he replied, his tone light but his eyes were serious. 

Lena studied him for a moment before chuckling softly. "You've got a pair on you, I'll give you that." 

Arthur smirked, "Wait till you see if for yourself," 

She turned, reaching for a small box the size of a bowling ball on the counter. "If you're serious about being bold, I have a little test for you." 

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "What kind of test?" 

Lena smirked, handing him the box. "Take this to the address inside. Let's see if you can handle the kind of risks I take." 

Arthur took the box. "I'll handle it." 

Lena stepped closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Don't disappoint me." 

Arthur swallowed hard as she pulled back, her eyes glinting with amusement. 

"Goodnight, Arthur," she said, turning and disappearing into the back of the penthouse. 

As he left, Arthur couldn't help but feel like he was playing with fire. But he also couldn't deny the thrill coursing through him.