Red Eye was wearing the same slick black widow combo, but this time her short, stunning blonde hair was exposed, accentuating her sharp features. Her athletic body, encased in leather, moved with a controlled, lethal grace, making her both dangerous and seductively competent.
The woman beside her, Big Mom, was equally striking. She was probably in her late thirties, with nicely toned, chocolate brown skin and a striking red lipstick that commanded attention. Her black hair was also trimmed short, framing her high cheekbones. She wore a pristine white business suit, but I could still see her curves—an undeniable hourglass figure—making her slim and voluptuous at the same time. She was a perfect Milf.
This was a far cry from what I had expected. Big Mom and Red Eye—a perfect, lethal, and attractive combo. In a different situation, I would have loved a threesome.
Big Mom marched directly toward me, her eyes drilling into mine with devastating, cold scrutiny.
Big Mom stopped right in front of my chair. She didn't need to yell or threaten. Her presence alone was an executioner's block.
"So, you're Druski," Big Mom stated, her voice surprisingly low and guttural, carrying the weight of absolute authority. She looked at Red Eye. "He's the one that cost me money?"
"Yeah, that's him, Boss," Red Eye replied instantly. "He missed the scheduled drop."
I looked up, meeting Big Mom's gaze. The fear was quickly stabilizing into a cold, focused clarity.
"So you are Big Mom? Wow, what a surprise. I had no idea you were this beautiful," I said with a chuckle.
The atmosphere instantly became tense. The Black Bald guard's jaw clenched. Ginger Beard's eyes flickered with genuine surprise.
Red Eye smiled, a flicker of appreciation in her eyes. "You've got balls, man..."
Big Mom looked at me, unmoving.
"What happened to his face?" Big Mom asked the two guards.
"He tried to bribe me, Ma'am, so I hit him," Ginger Beard said.
"Oh boy..." Red Eye said, putting a hand on her face.
"Did you order them to strike him, Abigail?" Big Mom asked Red Eye.
So Red Eye's name is Abigail.
Abigail shook her head. "I told them to kill him if he tries to run, not strike him, Boss."
"Hmm, that so...?" Big Mom said. She turned and studied Ginger Beard. Then she slowly circled him.
"Loyalty is everything... it builds empires and legacies. But instructions are also important. They should be followed accordingly..." she paused, then held out her hand.
I watched as Abigail placed a sleek pistol in Big Mom's hand. I could see Ginger Beard begin to sweat.
"Your loyalty is appreciated... but instructions should be followed," Big Mom said, then squeezed the trigger.
A loud crack echoed through the warehouse. Ginger Beard howled, clutching his leg, a dark stain instantly spreading across the concrete floor. Big Mom had shot him in the leg.
Big Mom didn't even look at the screaming man. She tossed the pistol back to Abigail.
"Get him out of here, he is bleeding on my floor," Big Mom commanded the Black Bald guard. The remaining guard quickly dragged the whimpering Ginger Beard out of sight.
Big Mom now stood directly over me, radiating cold fury mixed with the satisfaction of having enforced her rule. My heart was pounding heavily again. I could feel myself sweating.
"Now Druski, do you know how much you've cost me by missing the drop," She said, dropping her head near my ear.
Her perfume was expensive and seductive. "Ten bricks of coke... Four hundred thousand dollars is what you've cost me. Now tell me, can you repay that, huh?"
She turned towards Abigail. "First thing I thought was that maybe you flipped, maybe you were talking... but then Abigail tells me you didn't show up because you were shooting porn?"
I was too terrified to answer, but it was a good sign that they had ruled me out as a snitch. They saw me as a junkie, a fool, or a neglectful asset—not a betrayer.
"Imagine costing me four hundred thousand dollars because you were horny. After that, you don't even put an effort to try and apologize.... What does this fool do...?" she said, appealing to Abigail.
"He moves into a motel and goes to the gym as if we wouldn't find him," Abigail said with a dry, professional chuckle.
"And what does he forget?" Big Mom said, turning her attention back to me, waiting.
"Nobody fucks with Big Mom and gets away with it," Abigail finished with conviction.
I gulped, my throat clicking.
"See, Druski... there's nowhere you can go, nowhere you can hide, especially when you've just cost me four hundred thousand dollars," Big Mom said, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr.
All the while, I was calculating. I had about $13,000 in my system's digital wallet, tied to my porn success. Perhaps I could use the system's rewards to pay her back. But even if that were possible, it would take months, hundreds of scenes, to make that kind of money. But I had to try.
"I can repay you," I said, my voice coming out in a cracked whisper.
Big Mom raised an eyebrow, a clear signal of intense skepticism, and leaned closer. "Oh? How, Druski? By shooting a new scene where you apologize to me on camera? You have sixty seconds."
I took a deep breath, fighting to channel my terror into my Swagger, making my voice firm despite the situation.
"I can repay you by making you richer than four hundred thousand dollars, Big Mom, and I can do it legally," I stated, nodding toward the backpack. "The coke is a finite, risky transaction. I am building an adult film empire that generates passive, repeatable income."
Big Mom watched me, unblinking, but she didn't interrupt.
"I have just secured the most valuable piece of content in the industry right now. It's on that encrypted drive. If I release it, it breaks the internet. I'm currently sitting on $13,000 in earnings, and that's just the start. If you let me walk out of here and continue to grow this business, I will give you fifty percent of my company and all future earnings until the debt is paid, and then fifty percent of the profit afterward."
I pressed the advantage, addressing her vision. "You run a criminal syndicate, Big Mom. That's volatile. That's always running from the cops. But with my company, you can turn four hundred thousand dollars of loss into ten million dollars of clean, traceable income. Think about it, offshore accounts, legitimate investments, and an untouchable empire built on the thing that people crave the most—sex. I can make you a legitimate international player."
Abigail, Red Eye, leaned forward, her expression shifting from boredom to genuine interest, her eyes flickering to the backpack. "Fifty percent, Boss. That's big."
Big Mom still hadn't moved. She looked past me, then back into my eyes. "An empire, Druski? You think your little webcam hobby is an empire?"
"It's not a hobby. It's a gold mine. Give me thirty days to prove the revenue potential of that one scene, and you'll see the profits outpace the coke trade. If I fail, you can still kill me and take all the equipment. But if I succeed, you get passive, clean income forever. It's the best investment you'll ever make, Big Mom."