"You certainly grown a little muscle since the last time we met," Big Mom said, taking a seat directly in front of me, facing me across the narrow coffee table.

​The sight of her sitting, facing me, did nothing but worsen my urge to reach out and touch her. The deep, rich sapphire silk of her robe fell open slightly as she settled, the fine black lace of her bra and panties offering breathtaking glimpses of the powerful curve of her hip and the deep cleavage between her full breasts. Her legs, long and toned, were positioned perfectly, accentuating the ultimate MILF structure that could make any male go crazy. She was radiating raw, intimidating sexual power.

​"Your efforts at the gym are clearly bearing fruit," she continued, her voice holding an undercurrent of genuine observation. "In a few months, you will be an unresistible hunk, if you are alive, that is."

​"That is my wish too," I responded, my eyes never leaving hers, forcing myself to meet her intensity. "I prefer staying alive to witness myself turning into the unresistable hunk you foresee, Ma'am."

​I don't know, maybe it was because she looked so damn sexy, but I didn't feel the paralyzing fear I expected. Even though my fate was entirely unknown.

​"Fuck it, whatever happens is supposed to happen," I told myself, letting my confidence bloom.

​She smiled, a predatory curve of her lips. "Is that so? I can clearly see that you are a man that loves breathing the same air as I. Tell me, Druski, do you think that I should allow you to keep on breathing?"

​I straightened in the sofa, leaning slightly toward her, asserting my presence. "I think I'm an important asset that you shouldn't dispose of too quickly..."

​Her eyebrow twitched, the smallest possible reaction.

​"I still have so much to offer you before you decide to get rid of me," I finished.

​She rose from the chair and began pacing slowly around the perimeter of the coffee table. The silk morning gown flowed with her movement, occasionally clinging to her hips and thighs and then swinging away, giving fleeting, tantalizing views of the dark lace underwear beneath. The sight was incredibly distracting, the gentle sway of her buttocks beneath the sheer fabric an intoxicating rhythm.

​"That's the very reason I called you here," she said, her voice dropping slightly, resonating with the wealth in the room. "I gave you thirty days to prove to me that you can pay me back and build me an empire...."

​"It's barely been two weeks since then...." I interjected, keeping my tone firm.

​"I'm aware of that. However, two weeks is a lot of time to show some results," she countered, stopping and placing one perfectly manicured hand on the back of the sofa, looking down at me. "You should have at least something to prove to me that I ain't wasting my time. Abigail tells me that you've been shooting and you've even secured the talent roster."

"I'm aware of that. However, two weeks is a lot of time to show some results," she countered, stopping and placing one perfectly manicured hand on the back of the sofa, looking down at me. "You should have at least something to prove to me that I ain't wasting my time. Abigail tells me that you've been shooting and you've even secured the talent roster."

​I fidgeted in my seat, catching myself quickly and forcing myself to sit still. "She really does her research. I also saw your lawyer. He came through and represented you well on our partnership. I have four models now, including Sasha—Dickslayer, Yolanda, and Willow—and I'm supposed to start aggressive shooting tomorrow. If you allow me to see the day, that is..."

​She chuckled, a dry, dismissive sound that underscored her absolute control. My life was undeniably in her hands.

​"The money... how far are you in paying me off?"

​This was the tricky part. I hadn't even reached a quarter of what I owed her. If I lied and told her I was halfway, she would ask to see the receipts. And if I lied and she found out, she would probably kill me without hesitation.

​I decided to tell the truth. If it didn't work, I'd have to use every ounce of my Swagger to convince her to keep me alive and trust the coming acceleration.

​"Ma'am, I have $83,600 in total capital," I said, using the combined total to sound stronger. "I know it's a far cry from what I promised you, but I'm working on it. If you could grant me another few weeks of grace, I can pay you back, with fifteen percent interest on top of the principal."

​"Ssshh!!! Stop talking," Big Mom ordered, cutting me off instantly. She began pacing again, moving across the huge Persian rug, her sleek body beneath the silk gown hypnotically distracting. The air of deliberation was heavy.

​When she finally stopped, she planted herself right in front of the desk again and gave me a piercing look.

​"Four hundred thousand dollars, we agreed that you will pay me in full before the end of the month, didn't we?" she said, her tone a dangerous challenge.

"There's still at least a week and a half left," I said calmly. "I can still pay you back before the month wraps up. The foundation is built; the revenue curve will spike tomorrow."

​She moved closer to me, her hips swaying hypnotically beneath the silk. Her rich, complex fragrance—a mix of expensive oud and something floral—made my cock twitch slightly.

​She touched my cheek, her fingers cool and smooth, then brought her mouth closer to my ear. "I'm afraid there are no more days left to give you. I have run out of patience."

​My heart began pounding fast, all the calmness gone. This was it.

​She drew back, her eyes boring into mine. "You said you have $83,600?"

​I nodded, the movement stiff.

​"Liquid cash?" she asked.

​"Yes... it's liquid cash. Ready to go."

​She drew back further, then her lips curved into a slow, sinister smile.

​"I want you to transfer all of it into my account," she said.

​"What?" I said, the surprise sharp in my voice. So she was going to suck me dry, strip me of my only capital, and then kill me.

​"You heard me, boy. I won't repeat myself." She produced a small, silver-plated card from her gown's pocket and tossed it onto the coffee table. It had a number engraved on it. "Do it now."

​I swallowed hard and did as I was told, accessing my money and transferring the entirety of the $83,600. The transaction finalized instantly.

She picked up the card, her expression satisfied. I was left with a balance of zero, completely drained of the capital I had risked my life to earn. I expected her to pull out a pistol and put a hole in my skull.

​I was surprised when her face softened—or at least, loosened from its executioner's mask.

​"You can go now, Druski," she said.

​I hesitated, standing up slowly. I didn't know if she was being sincere. Was this a test of obedience? Was Abigail waiting outside with a tranquilizer gun?

​"Weren't you supposed to go the gym?" she prompted, her tone almost maternal, albeit terrifyingly so.

​I got up slowly and looked at her. She nodded me toward the door. I started walking, keeping my back stiff and straight, waiting for the sound of a safety clicking off.

​When I had almost reached the door, she called after me.

​"And oh, Druski... I will be seeing you again soon. I have got big plans for you."

​I walked out, found Abigail waiting patiently by the Escalade, and got in without a word. I wondered what the fuck Big Mom was playing at. What the fuck had just happened?

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