Hellfire Club I

In an unknown skyscraper in New York, a big and tall bald man wearing a white tux sat in a chair that resembled a throne. He was on the phone receiving devastating news. Sitting in front of him was a woman, the word 'beauty' didn't honour her appearance completely.

She was blonde, wearing a white top with an exposed belly and a massive cleavage, white trousers and white heels. Her blue eyes shone like the moon, but they were currently unfocused and bored, uncaring of the shouts given by the big man. 

"What the fuck is going on!? All dead!?" He yelled at the phone, clenching it so hard yet restraining himself not to crush it, instead, he punched the table and left a massive gaping hole in the hardwood. 

"Boss, I think a mutant must have been involved, there is not a single trace-"

"What about the fucking cameras!?"

"N-None of them, sir… none of them was looking at the perpetrator, some of them have even snapped out with the signal cut, they knew what they were doing".

"This is ridiculous!"

He finally smashed the phone far away in the office, his goons all sweated but didn't dare make a move. The woman switched her position from a lazy to an attentive one. He hung up the phone and rubbed his temples, checking up on the woman in front of him who had shown up not too long ago, bringing with her three bags. 

"Whoever you're dealing with is not trivial, Fisk. I have already gone to the place before and looked from far away".

The man took deep breaths to calm down and took another phone out of his desk as if he was used to smashing them. 

"What do you mean?"

"Shaw told me to take a look at your heist, it was in the middle of New York and you still bribed the chief, that was a risky move and could have exposed the Hellfire Club's connections with the police if the chief is prosecuted because if this, you will get us in trouble," She said solemnly, tapping her fingers on her elbow, unintentionally pressing her cleavage. 

"So what? It is not the first time we've done it. Who is going to say anything? if any voices raise I'll shut them up before it becomes an issue, that's all" His voice contained disdain, like the world's rules didn't apply to him. 

"You can shut people's voices but you can't so easily shut a mutant's voice, especially if they're strong... did you need money that bad? I could have lent you~".

"You jest, Emma. Most assets from Charleston Industries were stored there, and that's what I was after. Do you think I need money? For fucks' sake..."

"I know I know, so boring... since you know then I won't tell you anything else" She shrugged and picked up something out of her trousers' pocket, a lollipop that she stuck in her mouth. 

"So, what brings you here, and these bags?" He checked up the bags and there was money in there, a lot of it, "What's this?"

She crossed her legs in the opposite direction, drawing a clockwise movement with her slender legs that the man followed uninterrupted, "I was supposed to watch the whole scene, but truthfully I arrived late. I had my nails done first, aren't they cute?~"

She showed them off, white with floral patterns, the man resisted the urge to curse out loud.

'Woman, I just lost a million dollars I used to bribe the New York police department sheriff. I lost a team of bank heist experts, I lost twenty-two million dollars in profit from the heist, and I lost the chance to weaken Charleston Industries for a takeover. There is an unknown powerful mutant on our ass, and you want me to pay attention to your goddamm nails!?'

"What? They aren't...?" The woman frowned and he felt a pressure in his brain that made him feel like he was going to vomit. 

"T-They're pretty..." He smiled with furrowed brows and veins popping up in his head. Although reluctant, she was happy with his answer.

Emma Frost is a lady who is gorgeous... and she knows it. 

"Thank you~ so, no, I didn't see who did it. But I saw the mess they left behind, Fisk. Your men have a whole chunk of their brain missing… it is one of the most gruesome executions I have ever seen. Whoever did it was ruthless, they don't care about non-mutants, it makes me feel it may be somebody from Magneto's faction. A big baseball-shaped hole in their brains, they died instantaneously".

"…"

Just thinking about it made Fisk shiver, he had a signed baseball on his desk, inadvertently watched it and made the co-relations. 

"And whoever did it took some money too, they were no heroes. Those bags are what they left behind, although there was still a lot of money left in the vault... I couldn't care to pick it up".

"I imagine you took half," He said.

"Of course. That's my fee~".

Wilson Fisk sighed and pushed the bags her way, "Take the other half and research who this bastard is, I want to know everything about him or her, that's your fee".

"It may not be enough to warrant my services this time~"

"What do you mean, are these millions not enough for you?!"

"Do you think I need money? this guy is dangerous, I could end up dead trying to figure out who it is" She pouted and extended her hands forward in a shake sign.

"What?"

"I want two per cent of Charleston Industries once you take over, not only will I figure out who it is, I'll make him into our comrade, how is that?~" She sucked her lollipop enthusiastically. 

"Comrade? I want to kill that motherfucker! who wants him as a comrade?!"

She sighed and stood up, leaning forward against his desk, making him lean back lest his head crashed against her breasts, which he wouldn't mind... but that would be his sentence. 

"You're not looking at the broader picture, Fisk. I'm telling you this guy can kill someone before they even know they died. I know... I saw it. He may be tactful but he wasn't a professional. He didn't take care of the cameras in the vault. I saw him wear a balaclava and kill two of your goons... they didn't even know how they died. He didn't touch them, he didn't do anything and they died, do you understand what I'm telling you!?"

Fisk gulped, he had never seen her so anxious, it looked like she wanted to go and meet that person right away.

Her smile then changed to a wicked one, "I found someone who could take down Shaw and on top of that, it looks like someone strong that I could manipulate~"

"You're crazy," He said.

"You love me like that, sweetheart. That's why I allow an ugly fat bastard like you to be my friend~ you always understand what I am thinking".

"I retract myself. You're a crazy bitch" He said again.

"So, do you see the picture or not?"

"Take the money and do whatever you want, you always do it anyway. Just make sure I make money out of this, that's all I care about. If whoever that bastard is, can't net me more than thirty million dollars, he ain't got no use".

Having said that, he dismissed her. Emma giggled and picked up the bags without saying any other words, she took the lift and entered her white Ferrari F40.

"Now now... I'll have to do a bit of backtracking before I find you, but you left quite a few hints for me, boy~" 

She drove off and decided to go to a spot where everything started, a Mexican restaurant. 

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Ray woke up the next day at five o'clock in the morning like every other day. Yawned, stretched and left the bed, the silhouette of Jean laughing and smiling flashed in his mind just briefly before he cast it away. 

He checked his body; no regenerating wounds, which meant he hadn't been assaulted at night.

Then he knelt on the floor and checked up underneath the bed: Three million unlaundered dollars were still there.

'Cool, nothing out of order' He touched and clenched the bag now in the silence of the morning with the skies out of the window dark blue and lighting up

'We could have gone to Europe with this much, Lana'.

It didn't make sense to cry over spilt milk, but he found himself doing exactly that many times throughout the week. He put the bag back underneath and went to do his morning routine: brush his teeth, clean his face and all the nonsense.

Dressed up shortly the schedule was to head to the gym for forty-five minutes before dressing up to go to school. But it was Sunday, so there was no school, instead, he had plans to go to Jean's place to study at eight as they accorded. So instead he decided to do a whole hour in the gym.

No breakfast.

However, upon leaving his room he noticed someone lying on the floor at the entrance, curled up with signs of having cried, there were also signs of her having been drunk; the vomit on the floor spoke for itself.

Ray sighed and concealed his disgust.

'Veronica, again…?' He asked her mentally as if she could hear. This wasn't the first time this happened... it was the first time vomit was involved in the equation though. He didn't even need to hear her to know how things went down for her.

'I congratulated you for nothing, Jonathan'.

Ray pulled her up and carried her to the bathroom, undressed her and threw her luxury expensive clothes in some water with bleach, in any case, she had too many clothes so surely she wouldn't care.

He then put her in the bath and let some water run on her unconscious body.

'She's quite sexy... but conceals a wretched being, I wonder if that's why they drop her all the time, the moment they realise how she truly is'.

Annoyed, he washed her for about five minutes until the odour of vomit was gone, that's five minutes of the gym he lost. Ray put a shirt on her without even drying her out, it was a hot summer, and she wasn't going to get a cold.

Lastly, he tucked her into bed and put the blanket on.

'This is as much as I will do for you'.

...

After that, he left for the gym.

Out of the building he couldn't help but notice a White Ferrari F40 parked outside, sitting in it was a gorgeous blonde woman with dark glasses, it looked like she was sleeping in the car until her gaze rose to meet his. He didn't pay much attention to her, people have a lot of money in this area of Brooklyn. However, that was his first time seeing that car, which he knew was very expensive.

Ray then ran to the gym, unaware the blonde woman's gaze was on him at all times.

'Where is he going this early?' She wondered, only to see him enter the 24/7 gym five shops down the road.

'Quite the disciplined boy, huh? I like it~'

She decided to stay in her car and wait.

An hour later Ray ran back home from the gym, he noticed the white Ferrari was still there and the woman was also there but she now looked asleep and didn't pay attention to him.

He went upstairs to change, a bit suspicious. Mostly due to being self-conscious of his crime.

Veronica was still sleeping, he stayed in the house until it was half past seven. When he came down, the Ferrari was no longer there and a part of him sighed in relief, getting on the bus and heading to Jean's place.

...

As he left, a white Ferrari squeezed out of the parking lot slowly. A blonde woman watched the bus go and giggled, 'Cautious ain't ya?~'

Emma Frost parked her Ferrari where it had been before, she took with her a dirty jacket, and a balaclava and headed to the building complex. The beauty waved her hand against the reader and the door opened, letting her in. She then headed upstairs to the tenth floor using the lift. Greet a man that was going to the fifth floor and couldn't help but send a few furtive glances to her big ass.

She sighed in disgust and reached the 3rd apartment then knocked on the door a few times, no answer.

Being that the case, she took a small metal pin and rigged the lock open effortlessly, entering without permission, not like she cared. 

'Now, let's see who you are~'