“NATALIA!” the mysterious voice shouted as Natalia shrieked, waking up in the Metropolitan Police station the next morning. Natalia is in her own private holding cell in handcuffs. Still sporting a cut left cheek and a right black eye she received recently, Natalia tried to sleep off the pain that she could. Alas, she was half asleep all night long until she was too exhausted and fell asleep.

Then, a female corrections officer—the one who was the one calling out to her while she was sleeping— opened the door of the holding cell and called out to the prisoner, “NATALIA SILVESTRI, YOU’RE GOING HOME!”

Still groggy, Natalia shuffled as she tried to get back on her feet. She staggered her way to the front door without even looking at the officer in the face. Being escorted to the iron-barred gate is where she met Ayeka who was upset.

Natalia and Ayeka took about a least a good half a minute staring at each other as Natalia broke the silence with one side of her mouth, “Are you going to let me out?”

“After I’m done savoring the moment,” Ayeka sarcastically stated.

“Do you guys know each other?” The corrections officer asked sincerely.

Natalia wasn’t in the mood either, “Fortunately, or unfortunately?”

The corrections officer opened the barred gate and escorted Natalia and Ayeka to the front desk. It was there she retrieved all of her belongings from last night. As they made their way out of the station and into the parking lot, Ayeka’s anger turned into sincerity. “How’s your face?”

“What do you think?” Natalia still talking out of one side of her mouth now, trying so hard not to open her mouth wide enough for her to bleed again.

“It should have healed up by now… And last time I checked, I’m on your side, Natalia-chan. Not only I want you to succeed but for everyone to succeed,” Ayeka reassured.

“Doesn’t seem like it…” Natalia dreaded. She knew it was her fault again. She went in without any backup and ended up being the one injured along with Kayla. Which reminded her, “how is Kayla?”

“She is up and around. Only a dislocation. She’s actually been medically cleared to go back out in the field,” Ayeka reported.

“Lucky her…” Natalia reprieved as they went to their car.

“It doesn’t matter now, anyway. The mission is over, and Dixon-sama dropped all charges. Eichner-sama wants all of us to regroup and head back to Spain,” Ayeka reported.

The last thing that Natalia wanted was another lecture from another failed motherly figure. “Well, you have to tell her we got things to do--”

“She just arrived here eight hours ago, Natalia-chan…” Ayeka added.

Natalia scoffed at the idea of the Angel of Death flying halfway across the globe just to tear her a new asshole, “And like a good little mutt, you all told her exactly what happened?”

“It was all over the news, Natalia-chan. What did you expect?”

“I don’t care, Ayeka…” Defeated, Natalia went to the car as Ayeka climbed into the driver seat. Despite putting on her trademarked stone face, Natalia was afraid of what her mentor might do to now.

The four members of the Nether Elite were staying at a penthouse that was rented out for the week during their stay in New York City at Park Avenue. The well-furnished apartment was spacious with four bedrooms, so everyone has their privacy. Especially Ryoko, who decided to go out last night blow off some steam going club hopping. She even brought a group of men home despite the strong warnings amongst everyone who is staying at the penthouse, but she didn’t care.

Ryoko Shimizu had always led a hedonistic lifestyle. Too much dismay to her parents who have worked for a living, Ryoko added much fuel to the fire for being in the tabloids. Whether it was sleeping around with different men or getting into fist fights with many of the other Southern belles who are just as bitchy and bratty as she was.

Realizing that they might end up losing their only child, her father finally stepped in and put his foot down by cutting her off financially. Little to anyone’s knowledge, money wasn’t really a problem for Ryoko. There were times, she would have done adult videos to supplement her income. So tonight, was no different from any other night she had sex with four different men at once.

Huddling around her on the king-size bed, Ryoko gripped the surrounding men happily as she began to stroke and pleasure them one by one. She had her long skirt pushed to the side, lifted her legs and sat on one of the men, sliding her panties to the side as she lowered herself on his cock.

His massive manhood was spreading her pink walls with each hard thrust. The lucky man grunted and moaned as he felt his cock being squeezed by her tight womanly folds. She winked at him in approval and began to bounce her butt up and down on his crotch or vigorously. Moaning in joy, she went back to the other cocks and sucked on them lustfully.

She screamed and moaned as she climaxed on all over his throbbing dick. The man she was riding on squeezed her body tightly as he unleashed his sticky seed inside her, his thick and virile liquid pouring out as it overflows from her womb.

Ryoko blushed as she looked behind her at another man who approached her from behind. He leaned down with a big grin on his face and pushed her underwear to the side exposing her puckered anus. He grabbed her waist and pushed his penis head through, stretching her tight hole wide as it went deeper. She moaned loudly as she felt another of his cocks thrusting in and out of her holes.

“What the fuck, dude?! You're too big!” she whimpered to him.

She then grabbed onto his legs and arched her butt back, allowing them to thrust even more profound. The man behind her began to grunt and moan as he felt his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her, ready to explode.

“Done already? You get points for trying to hang with me,” Ryoko coos as he thrusts her hard.

His cock head expanded as he came inside her anus, his hot essence filling her tight little hole. Even the man who was beneath her climaxed inside her again. After several hours went by, and they were utterly exhausted. She looked around in her sweat-soaked clothes, the men laying lifeless on the ground and on her bed from being physically drained. “Is there no one who can satisfy this luscious body of mine?” Ryoko taunted. This little sex-escapade she was having in her own room went on throughout the night and into the early morning.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the apartment, Kayla was in the other room video chatting with her husband, Vincent Thompson. Vincent is a werewolf himself who is 34 years old. Vincent’s profession is being a defender in the English Premier League. The football club he plays for is Manchester United, one of the oldest and prominent clubs of the league. He also earned a master’s degree in psychology.

Vincent is a straight-edged man who is a loving husband, a loving father, and a devout Catholic. Right now, Vincent is with the family on vacation in Miami, Florida. During their Skype chat, Vincent in his human form is on his fishing boat, sporting a blue T-shirt. Drinking a bottle of strawberry cream soda, the bearded redhead began to talk.

“Things have been quiet on my end, Kayla,” Vincent said as he took a gulp of soda.

“Well, I would say that you guys winning another championship from Conan Miter, you have to be somewhat excited,” Kayla baited. “I don’t know why he left your team any wound up playing for Arsenal.”

Conan Miter is the supposed best Footballer in the world who had a falling out with Vincent and his entire team that went public two years ago. All the naysayers said they would never win another championship without Conan and his precision striking. All that nonsense laid to rest when they won against Conan Miter and the Arsenal football club.

Vincent shrugs his shoulders, “He wouldn’t agree to the five-year deal for 75 million.”

“Still, he was making four times as much doing commercials,” Kayla said.

“Commercials, endorsements, advertising, and merchandise sales…” Vincent ran down the list. “The problem was being that he wanted to be the star. Not one of the stars, the only star. We just got sick of it.”

Kayla, like the rest of the world, thinks he’s too spoiled for his own good, “And he wasn’t getting enough attention. He could’ve at least stayed and create another dynasty with you guys.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you have an agent who is your mother.” Vincent laughs. “That’s why I never had mine speak for my career.”

It was good to hear him laugh and see him smile. Working for the Oleander Syndicate, including being a part of the Nether Elite is a daunting task. But, above all else, Kayla loves it. However, not as much she loves her husband. The past eight years had been rough for her dealing with many radical changes in the coalition and in the syndicate, respectively. The only motivation she has now it’s her family and keeping them safe.

“I can’t believe it even now.” Vincent reminisces, “So what actually happened to Soap?”

“My old boss, Sudbina, died peacefully in her own bed.” Kayla answers.

“Yet a huge part of you doesn’t believe that,” Vincent answers for her. “That’s why you stayed for the time being?”

After Grandmaster Novak passed away, she wanted to leave. She felt how Novak’s body just gave up on her so quickly was too uneventful on her end. Despite all of her skepticism, she stayed in the Oleander Syndicate. Because of that, the new grandmaster gave her seniority. However, she is only playing second fiddle to their rising star who causes more harm than good, Natalia Silvestri.

Even though she has a better record of completing missions than Natalia, she is still on the second rung when it comes to seniority. To Vincent, this was a slap in the face for all her hard work and dedication. And now, she was significantly injured by Natalia’s incompetence. The good news is that the Angel of Death did not blame Kayla at all. In fact, she brought it upon herself to come out of her own way to see how they are recovering. To many surprises, Kayla will make a full recovery, but she’s going to be limping around for a while on that bad ankle.

Even though her husband wants the best for her, she always puts on a positive spin on things, “well, I don’t believe everything.”

“It never stopped you before,” Vincent contradicted.

“I guess you can say. Things are different now…” Kayla vaguely defended.

Vincent depressingly sighs, “I don’t want to pressure you into quitting. Before I met you, the syndicate was all you talked about. Being a hero and everything. I love that about you. But things are just getting so much worse in such a short period. The man in me wants me to support your decision and pray for your safety.”

“But the wolf in you?” Kayla asked vaguely.

He stared into the camera with a stern look, “You don’t want to know. I don’t trust them, especially that bitch who had put you in the hospital again.”

Kayla gave a sad sigh to herself, “don’t start. She’s young. And when she has more experience underneath her, then I will walk away. But not right now.”

“Just don’t take a bullet for him. We all know how he feels about Natalia. You are just cannon fodder for his perverse story of portraying her as a demi-goddess,” Vincent reminds.

“Don’t worry. Do not worry, Vincent. No one is going to take me out so easily. That’s why I wear a bulletproof vest. Later,” Kayla jokingly boasts as she ends the video call.

Vincent had known already that Kayla’s mind was made up. She was going to stay in the syndicate until the transition has moved over. However, this transition had been going on for almost a decade, and still, Grandmaster Eichner is nowhere near unifying the coalition. Ultimately, Kayla had to stay. She had to see this through, no matter what happens.