It had taken a while, but eventually Scaltra had shaken the rest of the Varia from her company (mostly Lussuria). Though she had to admit her plan was catching on a lot faster than she had expected, about half way through the ride back Squalo had started giving her odd looks.

Her head having cleared up a little thinking back this was not one of her best plans, there were a lot of variables she didn't regard that could seriously mess this up. Despite the risk that she knew she was taking she was still walking briskly through the halls in the direction of Xanxus's office.

She stopped at a pair of ornate double doors. Resting her hand on the handle she took a deep breath and

Click

Opened the door.

The room was mostly dark, the only light coming from the lamp resting on an antique desk. Behind that desk was the fearsome Varia leader lounging in a leather office chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

He looked up at the woman with a smoldering look that was virtually unreadable. He motioned her to come to him, she complied to his silent order, stopping at the opposite side of the desk. She leaned down resting her elbows on the smooth surface saying, "Hey, boss."

He didn't respond, only giving her a possessive and demanding look. She smiled and walked around to the other side of the desk. She opened a drawer to find what she was looking for, glasses and an assortment of alcohol, if he was going to be as rough as she thought he was she was going to need a few drinks. She poured herself some of his whiskey and took a drink.

"That's my best whiskey, trash." Xanxus glared.

Scaltra smiled and licking her lips replied "You want it back?"

"Hnn." He coiled an arm tight around her waist and pulled her towards him. She was yanked from the edge of the desk to his lap with himself in between her knees. Scaltra's heart beat picked up as the dress rode up around her thighs in the position. Xanxus forced her head down kissing her messily the other arm tightening around her waist.

She grabbed onto the lapels of his jacket, making a point not to pull as he saw that as attempting to dominate. He nipped at her bottom lip almost breaking the skin in a demand to be let in, she let out a gasp of pain and he used that opportunity to slip into her hot cavern.

He stroked her tongue with his own, tasting his favorite whiskey on her wet muscle. She hummed pleasantly into his mouth, loving this sensation. She trailed her hands down his torso massaging his toned muscles. He kissed her more forcefully, showing his approval.

The arm around her waist trailed down and he pinched her ass. Scaltra let out a squeak of a mixture of shock, pain and pleasure. He pulled away from her mouth to begin biting at her neck, adding more spots to the ones he had made earlier. She mewled louder the lower he got, he bit hard at the hollow of her neck, causing blood to blossom from the wound and down between the valley of her breasts. Her gasp of pain turned into a light moan of pleasure as he trailed his tongue from where the trail disappeared at the top of her dress to the source.

She ran her fingers through his dark hair, craning her head back giving him better access. This would have been a fantastic experience if there was something knowing at her gut with each touch they exchanged, Squalo's face flashed through her mind. She growled at the image and farced her lips onto Xanxus's slipping her tongue into his mouth.

He nipped her tongued and grabbed her hair, pulling her back. He grabbed her breast harshly and hissed, "Know your place, trash."

Xanxus squeezed her breast none to gently coaxing a moan out of the woman straddling him. He moved his other hand from her ass to squeeze her thigh firmly with bruising fingers.

He slowly rubbed his fingers at her thigh higher and higher. Scaltra threw her head back and whispered, "Xanxus."

Suddenly light flooded the dim room.

Squalo Superbi stomped down the hall spewing profanities, as if he wasn't pissed off enough but when he gets home he finds his stupid boss left a mission notice on his table for tomorrow.

"Fucking boss, sending me to chase after a damn outside advisors kid." Normally he wouldn't be this angry, sure he would throw a little fit (and maybe throw a few more things at his underlings) but it wouldn't be enough to make him confront his boss at one in the morning, his boss that was probably angry (well, maybe not a probably on that one) drunk and half asleep.

No, this mission only added to what Scaltra had started. It didn't take very much examination to conclude that the spots on her neck were hickeys, and that did not settle well with the angry shark. He wanted to take her off to the side and get the man's name out of her through any means necessary and then beat the man to death, slowly.

He hated her, he hated her so much but for some reason he was furious that another man had touched her. Granted he had been on alliance missions with her when they were younger, he had watched her lure targets in with her body just to snap their necks as soon as they got to a dark corner. Luring them in with kisses and touches but he had also seen the absolutely disgusted look on her face as she practically chugged mouth wash after the mission. On missions she didn't like making out with those men, but at that party she let a man touch her, and she more likely then not enjoyed it.

So here he was heading to let off some steam on his boss. He arrived at the office door and threw it open yelling, "You gave me a fucking-"

The shout died in his throat at the sight before him. Scaltra, his Scaltra, straddling his boss, head thrown back, blood on her chest, hem of her dress ridding up around her pale thighs. And Xanxus, a hand on her breast, the other hidden under the hem of her dress with his head at her chest.

His boss glared at the long haired man, "What do you want, trash?"

Squalo felt like he was having a heart attack and he could have sworn his vision was tinting red with anger and his lungs locked up when he made eye contact with her.

The moment she saw him her stomach no longer felt like it was being gnawed at, it was being mauled with guilt. But the feeling was temporarily overpowered by a feeling of triumph; this was it, her big moment of revenge for him to feel just as bad as she did when he betrayed her.

And so a malicious grin spread onto her features as she looked him in the eye telling him 'Now we're equal.' His eyes went dead, emotionless as he looked back to his boss and answered his earlier question. "Just confirming my mission order, I'll be leaving tomorrow, sorry to have disturbed you."

Squalo looked at her and her malicious grin once more and turned, shutting the door as he left. He walked back to his room in a numb state, not quite sure what to feel.

As the door shut Xanxus looked up at the woman, specifically her triumphant smile and easily connected the dots. He ran his hand that was resting on her breast up her chest to rest at the hollow of her neck. She looked down at him meeting his furious eyes.

"You know, I don't like being used," his hand inched a little higher. "especially by trash."

The warning to get away barely flashed through her mind before her head made a sickening crack against the wood of the antique desk, her vision blurring for a moment. Xanxus tightened his hand around the woman's throat cutting off her air flow.

She clawed at his hand desperate for air, her training kicked in and she attempted a kick to the head, he caught her foot just before it connected and twisted it at a painful angle causing her to squirm with pain.

Her attempts to free herself got weaker and weaker as the cooler drained from her face. Noticing her consciousness slipping away he loosened his grip enough for her to take wheezing breaths.

"You stupid trash, you don't think I don't see what you're playing at?" Xanxus said looking down at the woman with disdain.

'Damn it,' she cursed herself. 'Why did I leave all my weapons in my room?' Fear was apparent in her eyes as her mind raced with panic, trying to think a way out of this situation.

"You've got some nerve," Xanxus said in a deadly tone. "using me to get to that stupid shark, you obviously have no taste, trash." He raised her head and slammed it down once more on the desk ensuring her tranquility before raising her to eye level, the last thing he needed were scratches all over his face, bitch might catch an eye.

"Now what to do with you…" he trailed off. She tried to blink the spots from her vision and she let out a whimper of defeat.

His eyes snapped back to hers and he saw the fear swimming in them, he smiled. "But if I kill you now I'll get in quite a bit of trouble, you're a dear friend of the third son of the boss of your family. And you're quite and interesting piece of trash, wouldn't want you to go to waste quite yet, so here's my proposal; When I ask, you will do me a favor."

"favor?" she made out in a horse whisper, fearing the worst.

"Yes, a mafia favor." He hissed.

This was what she was fearing. A mafia favor isn't like doing errands or babysitting a pet. Mafia favors usually require you to do something that will haunt you for the rest of your life, never letting you sleep restfully again.

"So I'll let you go, but remember if you refuse I will not hesitate to kill you." To add emphasis to his warning he tightened his grip before throwing her onto the floor.

She rolled with the impact, gasping for lost air.

"Now get the fuck out of my office, trash." Xanxus commanded sitting back down at his chair, pouring himself another glass of whiskey.

She staggered to her feet and stumbled for the door, trying to get out as quickly as possible. As she makes it out into the hall with faltering steps thinking to herself, 'What have I got myself into?'

A/N: Yay for extra long chapters, but I figured this kinda deserved it. I personally think I've got a ways to go on the intimate scenes so can I have some feed back on that to know if I'm doing it right cause I took a different approach this time than in the past. I love you all, thanks for reading!