Chapter 348: Fifty Million Dollars and One Mouthful of Payment
Rick stood over the medical bed, his hands shoved casually into his pockets. He stared at the frail, elderly form of Silas Warner, whose breathing had finally steadied to a rhythmic, reassuring hum. The monitors, which had been screaming in red a mere hour ago, now beeped a calm, steady green.
The patriarch of the Warner family was going to live.
Rick turned away from the bed, his gaze shifting to the two remaining people in the room. Victoria stood with her arms crossed, her chest rising and falling heavily beneath her torn leather top. Beside her, Marnus glared at Rick, his one good eye twitching with unresolved fury.
"Well, now that the old man isn’t going to croak on us," Rick began, his tone light but carrying a sharp edge, "I believe it’s time to discuss my compensation."
Marnus’s jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck standing out like cords of steel. "Compensation?" he spat, his voice trembling with rage. "You arrogant little bastard. You destroyed my tower, you humiliated my family, and you think you’re walking out of here with a payout?"
Rick let out a low, amused chuckle. He didn’t even flinch at the threat. "I saved your empire, Marnus. Without me, Silas would be a corpse, and you’d be fighting off Corporate Oversight with nothing but your daddy issues. So, yes. I want my money. Fifty million liquid, transferred to my accounts by morning."
"Fifty million?!" Marnus exploded. His hand darted to his waistband, his fingers closing around the cold grip of a suppressed pistol. He raised the weapon, pointing it directly at Rick’s chest. "I’ll give you a bullet, you arrogant piece of shit! You’re not leaving this room!"
Rick didn’t blink. He didn’t hesitate.
Before Marnus could even apply pressure to the trigger, Rick moved. It was a blur of motion, a terrifying display of speed that defied the limits of a normal human. In a fraction of a second, Rick closed the distance between them.
He didn’t grab the gun. He simply brought his right fist up and delivered a brutal, punishing strike to the side of Marnus’s jaw.
The sound of bone cracking echoed through the sterile medical room. Marnus’s eyes rolled back into his head. His finger slipped from the trigger as the gun clattered uselessly to the floor. Marnus crumpled like a marionette with its strings cut, hitting the cold tiles with a heavy, satisfying thud.
He was out cold.
Rick casually dusted off his hands. He looked down at the unconscious heir, a smirk playing on his lips. "Always so dramatic," Rick muttered.
He stepped over Marnus’s limp body and walked towards the heavy, soundproof double doors. He reached out and engaged the heavy deadbolt, locking the room from the inside with a solid, metallic clack.
Rick turned around, leaning back against the locked door. His gaze settled entirely on Victoria.
Victoria hadn’t moved. She hadn’t tried to stop him. She was staring at Rick, her ice-blue eyes wide, her breathing shallow and ragged.
[Ding!]
[Target Information: Victoria Warner]
[Carnal Calibrator: 95/100 (Submissive/Extremely Aroused)]
[Feelings: Your sheer dominance and brutal efficiency have shattered her control. She wants you to take her right now.]
Rick smirked. He unbuckled his belt and let the heavy buckle clink loudly in the quiet room.
"The fifty million is just the business side of things, sweetheart," Rick said, his voice dropping an octave to a low, commanding growl. "For my personal entertainment, I demand a down payment. Right now."
Victoria didn’t hesitate. The arrogant, untouchable crime boss was completely gone, replaced by a woman consumed by raw, primal lust.
She dropped to her bare knees on the cold, sterile hospital floor.
She crawled towards him, her massive breasts swaying heavily with every movement. She looked up at Rick, her eyes begging for permission as she reached out with trembling hands.
"Good girl," Rick murmured, reaching down to pull down his zip.
He freed his hard, throbbing cock from his trousers. It sprang forward, thick and heavy.
Victoria eagerly wrapped her manicured fingers around the base of his shaft. She leaned forward, parting her glossy red lips, and took the head of his cock into her mouth with a desperate, sloppy moan.
"Mmmph," Victoria hummed, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip. She began bobbing her head back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper.
Rick groaned, his head falling back against the heavy wooden doors. Her mouth was hot, wet, and incredibly eager. He tangled his fingers into her thick, platinum blonde hair, using it as a handle to control her rhythm.
"Take it all, you dirty slut," Rick commanded, thrusting his hips forward to meet her mouth.
"Hggk," Victoria gagged slightly as his cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. She forced herself to swallow him deeper, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she stretched her throat for him.
The room was filled with the crude, wet sounds of sloppy oral sex, mixing with the rhythmic, steady beeping of Silas Warner’s heart monitor.
In the corner of the room, standing completely frozen near the medical supply cabinets, was Dr Rachel Williams.
Rachel was watching them. Her hands were clamped tightly over her mouth to stop herself from making a sound. Her chest heaved rapidly under her tight emerald-green dress. She was absolutely terrified of the violence she had just witnessed, but the raw, unadulterated sexual dominance Rick was displaying was making her knees weak.
Rick opened his eyes and looked over at Rachel. He caught her staring.
He didn’t stop. He maintained eye contact with Rachel while he continued to fuck Victoria’s mouth. He shot Rachel a wicked, unapologetic smirk.
[Ding!]
[Target Information: Rachel Williams]
[Carnal Calibrator: 85/100 (Terrified/Aroused)]
[Feelings: She knows she should look away, but she can’t. Your dominance over the crime boss is incredibly arousing to her.]
"Faster," Rick ordered, pulling on Victoria’s hair.
Victoria obeyed, increasing the speed of her sucking. Her lips smacked loudly against his pelvis.
Rick felt the pressure building in his balls. The intense heat of her mouth was driving him over the edge.
"I’m coming," Rick grunted, his body tensing up. "Take it, bitch. Swallow it."
He didn’t pull out. He held her head firmly in place, burying his cock deep into her throat, and unloaded.
Thick, hot ropes of cum shot directly into Victoria’s mouth. She choked and spluttered, struggling to swallow the heavy load. Rick groaned, releasing every last drop into her before finally pulling back.
He pulled his cock out with a wet pop. A mixture of his cum and her saliva dribbled down her chin, splashing onto her bare, heavy breasts.
Victoria stayed on her knees, coughing slightly as she swallowed the last of it. She looked up at him, her face flushed and messy, a completely submissive look in her eyes.
"Good," Rick breathed heavily. He grabbed a sterile medical towel from a nearby tray and began wiping himself down.
He didn’t get to finish.
BOOM!
The heavy, soundproof double doors behind Rick violently exploded inward.
Rick was thrown forward by the concussive force of the blast, tumbling onto the hard tile floor. Smoke and dust instantly filled the medical room. The heavy wooden doors had been blown completely off their hinges by a shaped C4 charge.
"Get down!" Rick roared, scrambling to his feet.
Through the thick, grey smoke, four figures stepped into the room. They weren’t hospital security. They were clad in sleek, matte-black tactical gear, their faces hidden behind dark balaclavas. They held suppressed, high-calibre submachine guns.
Corporate Oversight assassins. They had come for the Precursor Core, and they were leaving no loose ends.
"Target acquired," the lead assassin barked, raising his weapon directly at Rick.
Rick didn’t wait for them to fire. He moved with lethal, terrifying instinct.
He snatched a sharp, stainless-steel surgical scalpel off a nearby medical tray. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the blade through the smoke with blinding speed.
THWIP.
The scalpel buried itself directly into the lead assassin’s throat, slicing cleanly through his jugular.
The man dropped his gun, his hands flying to his neck as a geyser of bright red blood sprayed across the pristine white walls of the medical room. He collapsed to his knees, gurgling violently.
Rick didn’t stop. He sprinted forward, diving towards the dying assassin. He grabbed the man by his tactical vest and hoisted him up, using his bleeding, twitching body as a human shield.
PFFT-PFFT-PFFT!
Suppressed gunfire erupted from the other three assassins. Bullets tore into the human shield, ripping through the dying man’s Kevlar and flesh, missing Rick entirely.
[Inventory: Suppressed MP7 Submachine Gun]
Rick pulled the MP7 directly from his system inventory, the cold metal materialising instantly in his right hand.
He peeked out from behind the blood-soaked shield and squeezed the trigger.
BRRRRT!
A spray of automatic fire tore across the room. Rick’s aim was brutal and precise. The second assassin took three rounds to the chest and collapsed backward into the hallway. The third assassin tried to duck, but Rick’s bullets shattered his knee and then tore through his skull, dropping him instantly in a pool of blood.
The final assassin, realizing the fight was lost, didn’t retreat. He spun around, his eyes locking onto the easiest target in the room.
Marnus Warner.
The commotion had woken the unconscious heir. Marnus groaned, groggily pushing himself up from the floor, rubbing the back of his neck in a daze.
"What the hell..." Marnus mumbled, blinking at the smoke and the dead bodies.
The final assassin raised his weapon and fired a wild, desperate shot.
BANG!
The bullet caught Marnus square in the gut.
Marnus let out a sharp, breathless gasp. His eyes went wide with shock as he looked down at the rapidly spreading red stain on his white shirt. He collapsed backward, hitting the floor hard, bleeding profusely onto the tiles.
The assassin didn’t pause. He swung his gun to the left, aiming directly at the corner of the room.
He was aiming at Rachel.
Rachel screamed, pressing herself flat against the wall, covering her head in pure terror.
Rick dropped his human shield and dove forward through the smoke.