it was deep into the night when we finally drifted off to sleep, my cock still buried inside my sister's warm pussy.
Morning came too soon. My mother's voice cut through the haze: "Afternoon, we're meeting my boss and his family."
My sister and I nodded drowsily, untangled ourselves, showered, and dressed.
The boss had booked a private dining room at a five-star hotel. I parked the car, and the three of us—me, my sister, and my mother—rode the elevator in silence. We stepped into the elegant room where the boss, his wife, and his two daughters were already seated. Polite nods all around. Waitstaff served the first course and vanished, closing the door behind them.
We ate.
Ten minutes later, my mother slumped face-first into her plate. My sister followed. Then the boss's wife and both daughters collapsed like marionettes with cut strings.
Only two of us remained awake: me and the man everyone thought was "the boss."
He leaned back, swirling his wine. "Kai," I said quietly, "how's the plan holding on your end?"
"Everything stable," he replied, voice smooth as silk. "Your side, Ace?"
"According to schedule."
A thin smile. "Then we proceed to the final phase."
I nodded.
Kai raised a lazy hand toward the door. Four men in black entered without a sound, lifted the five unconscious women like dolls, and carried them out.
"Finally," I exhaled. "Let's go say hello to our guests."
We took the elevator to the top floor. The suite door opened to reveal two men—bound in chains, gagged, eyes wild with terror. One was the real billionaire boss. The other, his eldest son. Both had been missing from the table downstairs; no one had noticed the switch.
I grabbed a bottle of water and sprayed it across their faces. They jolted awake, blinking, then saw us.
In perfect unison they roared through the gags:
"What did you do to my wife and daughters?!"
"What did you do to my mother and sister?!"
We said nothing. I pulled out my phone and turned the screen toward them.
The video played.
The billionaire watched himself—his own face—fucking his wife and daughters in their own beds.
His son watched a perfect duplicate of himself raping his mother and little sisters.
Their screams turned to sobs. Tears streamed. The chains rattled as they thrashed in helpless despair.
The billionaire broke first, voice cracking: "Who are you people? What do you want? Name your price—anything!"
I crouched in front of him, almost gentle. "Simple. Your entire fortune transferred to the accounts we provide. And the source code to your gaming empire. All of it. Tonight."
Kai stepped forward, grinning like a demon. "Or we wake the ladies up, restore their memories, and let them watch these videos. Imagine the screams. The suicides. Mothers who remember their own sons inside them. Sisters who remember their father. You really want that on your conscience?"
The two men shrieked behind the gags: "No! No! Please—take the money, take the code, just leave them alone!"
We left them weeping.
Outside the hotel, we slid into the waiting car. Kai snapped his fingers. The illusion dissolved—expensive suits melted away, middle-aged faces smoothed into sharp, beautiful twenty-year-old features. Two strikingly handsome young men looked at each other and smirked.
"Next stop?" I asked, starting the engine.
Kai leaned back, eyes glowing faintly crimson in the dark.
"Supernatural Headquarters," he said. "Time to deliver the package."
The car purred into the night, city lights blurring past us like falling stars. The car rolled to a smooth stop in the cavernous parking garage of what looked, from the outside, like any other glittering mega-mall in the city. Neon signs, luxury brands, families pushing strollers; nothing out of place. We stepped out, Kai flicking the keys into his pocket with a lazy spin.
We walked straight into the massive 24-hour hypermarket on the ground floor. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Shoppers drifted past aisles of snacks and detergents, none of them sparing us a second glance. We grabbed two random packs of instant noodles from a shelf (purely for cover) and kept moving toward the frozen-food section at the very back.
Behind the last row of freezers was a staff-only door that definitely wasn't on any public floor plan. Kai pressed his palm to the unmarked panel. A soft chime, a shimmer of runes, and the metal slid aside revealing a brushed-steel elevator that shouldn't exist.
We stepped in. The doors sealed with a hiss.
As the car began its silent descent, I pulled out my phone and hit play on the raw footage we'd recorded over the last three days: the billionaire and his son chained in that penthouse suite, faces collapsing as they watched themselves (or rather, us wearing their faces) violate their own family. The audio caught every sob, every broken plea.
Kai leaned over my shoulder, watching with detached amusement.
"Hmm. Not bad, bro," he murmured, lips curling. "The despair sells it. Oscar-worthy."
I smirked. "You weren't exactly phoning it in yourself. That daughter almost believed you were her real dad right up until the end."
He waved a modest hand. "It's nothing. Just a little glamour and a lot of practice."
The elevator slowed. Floor indicator: B-13. The doors parted onto a sprawling underground command center buried far beneath the city. Polished black floors, holographic displays flickering in the air, uniformed operatives moving with purpose. The faint hum of power you only feel when you're standing on top of something dangerous.
A young woman in tactical gear jogged up to us the moment we stepped out. Short silver hair, violet eyes, earpiece glowing faintly.
"Chief's waiting," she said, saluting loosely. "And congratulations; job well done. Seriously clean work."
We both gave her the same casual two-finger salute and kept walking.
The briefing room doors slid open on their own.
At the head of the obsidian conference table sat Chief Seraphina Voss.
Even after all these years, the sight of her still stole the air from my lungs for half a second. Forty-two years old and built like a fever dream: long raven hair cascading over a tailored charcoal blazer that somehow contained impossible curves, blouse straining against full, heavy breasts, pencil skirt hugging wide hips and a round ass you could balance a coffee tray on. Black stockings and garter flashes every time she crossed her legs. Crimson lips, sharp cheekbones, eyes the color of molten gold. She was reviewing holo-files without looking up, one stiletto tapping idly.
"Sit," she said, voice like velvet over steel.
We dropped into the chairs across from the Ice-Water siblings everyone just called the Frost Twins.
Left side: Reina Frost; mid-twenties, platinum hair in a severe high ponytail, skin so pale it almost glowed, eyes glacial blue. Ice manipulator. Expression like she was perpetually deciding whether you were worth freezing solid.
Right side: her younger brother, Luca Frost; nineteen, messy silver hair, softer features, but the same cold eyes. Water affinity. He gave us a small nod of acknowledgment.
"Congratulations on mission completion," Reina said, tone flat but professional.
"Yeah, nicely done," Luca added, a little warmer.
Kai kicked back in his chair. "Don't mention it. Happy to help the cause."
I couldn't hold the question in anymore. Leaned forward, elbows on the table.
"Chief. Respectfully; what the hell are we doing? We just mind-raped an entire family, turned two men into broken husks, and torched a billionaire empire. For what?"
Seraphina didn't even glance up from her files. "Classified."
I exhaled through my nose, frustration crackling under my skin. Kai reached over and patted my shoulder twice. "Easy, man. You'll know when you need to know."
The massive wall screen behind Seraphina flickered to life on its own; live news feed, volume muted but captions running.
Breaking: Massive fire engulfs luxury Grand Meridian Hotel. Emergency crews on site. Unconfirmed reports of "unnatural flames" resisting suppression…
The footage showed the entire top half of the 50-story building swallowed in roaring crimson-black fire. Not normal fire. Hellfire. The kind that only awakens in a soul that's been shattered past the point of return.
I felt the blood drain from my face. "That's… that's our hotel."
On screen, two figures stood on the roof amidst the inferno, silhouettes wreathed in demonic flames. Even through the smoke you could see their eyes glowing like burning coals. The billionaire and his son; what was left of them. Something ancient and furious had woken up inside their grief and rage.
Seraphina finally looked up, golden eyes unreadable. She turned to the Frost siblings.
"Reina, Luca; new priority mission. Contain and extract those two before they level half the city. Bring them in alive if possible. Lethal force authorized if they breach the civilian perimeter."
The siblings stood in perfect sync. Reina's breath fogged the air around her; Luca's fingertips rippled like liquid.
"Understood, Chief," they said together, and were gone; doors hissing shut behind them.
Silence settled over the room.
I stared at Seraphina. "For the love of every god, Chief; tell me why."
She met my gaze at last, expression serene, almost maternal.
"Still classified, Ace."
I slammed a palm on the table hard enough to make the holo-files flicker. "People are burning alive up there because of what we did!"
Kai just shrugged beside me, watching the news with mild interest. I rounded on him. "You're seriously okay with this?"
He gave me that lazy, fanged grin. "I have no idea what the endgame is either, bro. But the paycheck clears, the missions are fun, and Chief always delivers. Relax. Pop some noodles, watch the show. Answers come when they come."
On screen, hellfire roared higher into the night sky, painting the city blood-red.
Somewhere far above us, two newly-born demons screamed their dead families' names into the flames.
And down here in the dark, Seraphina Voss went back to her files as if nothing in the world had changed.