Good Little Girl

by Hotaru987

Takes place in an alternate world like ours yet different. Follows the life of 18 year old Raven Clark as she goes through her final year at Hogwarts High. She thought an easy Senior year would greet her, she was suddenly thrown into a world she never knew existed. With danger, seduction and temptation...But as long as she was a good little girl, everything will be fine. (18 )

17. His Pov: When Life Hands You Lemons

Hope you guys enjoy the new chapter! It's a pretty long one, so I hope you have some time lol.

I hope I managed to keep Tom in character. It was actually kind of difficult. Also I know things are kind of slow right now, but please bare with me!

If you check my main page you can see which stories I am working on, or at least the ones I'm supposed to be working on. I tried my best finding all the spelling, and grammar errors.

Enjoy!

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Tom's POV: When Life Hands You Lemons

"Tom, some of us are getting together later tonight. Won't you join us?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline. I already have prior commitments." The lie fell smoothly from my lips, and a charming smile followed to seal the deal for the group of females before me. Lunch was always the same. The mindless drivel came flocking, and to keep up appearance I indulged them with conversation. Upon my refusal there was a whine from the girls. Years of schooling my expression prevented me from scowling in annoyance. What could anyone see in such a common lot?

"Come on, Tom." One of them puffed their cheeks out, in what I assume was supposed to be endearing, and placed a hand on my arm. "You been ignoring us lately. Did we do something to annoy you?"

I held in a sigh. Accept their invitation once and they think they have a monopoly over you. Then again, I suppose I gave them hope by accepting them. I was bored, and they were an easy - though horribly boring - lay. "I assure you, that isn't the case. I'll be sure to make it up to you ladies later." Life was pitifully simple. A complement here, a little charm there and people ate from the palm of my hand.

Before I knew it my gaze wondered over to Raven, my current prey. She was different from the other, in that she required a bit more planning and work to obtain. Not that it mattered, I welcomed a challenge. As she was the daughter of the police chief, and we shared homeroom since last year, I knew of her, but she didn't garner my attention at first. It was earlier this year, around February, when I ran into her at a coffee shop. If this were a movie it would be classified as a typical boy meets girl moment. I was exiting and she was entering, and as neither of us were paying attention, I ended up with piping hot coffee drenching my white button down. When she realized what she had done, and to whom, she flew into apologies, but I didn't pay attention to a single one. Her face, red like two bright apples waiting to be bit into, glistening eyes and trembling lips caught my attention. The sadist in me wanted to see her crying more, and I couldn't help but wonder just how red I could make her. From then, the more I watched her, the more I wanted her. There was a naive purity about her that continued to draw me in. How would she change if I tainted her? If I dragged her into my world?

I researched into her family dynamic, and took notice of the heavy patriarch. She listened completely to her father, even when things went against her personal desire, and he expected such obedience. Perhaps I should than him for priming her so well for me. Then there was her closest friend, Lola. She, and on occasion Kat, were the mood setters in the group mainly due to their dominant personalities. In both circles Raven played a submissive role, which for me made her an easy target.

Currently, she was chatting with her friends though something seemed to be off. Her face was tense with worry, an expression I was all too familiar with. Every Sunday it was the first one I saw as she wondered what I would have her do. Though, I was deprived of that lovely expression this past week, in favor of playing volleyball with some others. Seems she was still upset for using her as bait. Now, that was a rare sight indeed. Raven's usual timid expression was what drew me to her, but that fire that ignited in her eyes at that time made me want to do much more. If I were a beast I would have pinned her then and there; dominated her until that fire turned to tears, and she was begging for more.

Then again, though I could see Raven becoming more accepting and willing with each passing week, things were progressing much slower than I had initially hoped. Meeting only once a week, and being unable to do anything through the school day dampened my plans a fair bit. As interesting as this train of thought was, the issue would have to be solved on a different date.

As per usual, Antonin, Abraxus and I were picked up by our clan's driver. The moment we were out from the public eye, Abraxus jumped right into business.

"Boss, I think it's about time we address the Santora group."

"The Santora group." I hummed thoughtfully, "It's annoying when smaller factions try to establish themselves here." I found it even more annoying that we couldn't just snuff them out. The times have changed, and anything too flashy would quickly cause trouble for me.

Abraxus pulled out a tablet, "In the past few days they made trouble for three of our establishments, located our drug distributor and stole 5 pounds of opioids."

"Really now." Groups like these were like children poking at their parent to see just how much they could get away with. Truthfully, stealing from our distributors wasn't very concerning. The drug business was lucrative, sure, but there were easier ways to make money. "You can handle them on your own." I quickly dismissed. They weren't worth my time, "I have a prior engagement."

"Ah, Mr. Iwagaki." Antonin spoke up, and Abraxus' fingers began moving deftly across the table's screen.

"As you instructed, I've been collecting information of Mr. Iwagaki with Nanashi's assistance. Despite our warnings, he has continued to steal money from the loan business. He has been discretely increasing the interest rates, and pocketing the surplus. Furthermore," His eyes narrowed, "Mr. Iwagaki is in constant communication with the black market dealer Luka Petrov. He's been smuggling our products to Luka at an undercut price, then inflating the price on the market."

"What is his family life like?"

"A wife and two daughters. However, the daughters seem to be estranged and live over seas. As for the wife, she is a frequent at our host club, and often engages in adulterous behavior."

Not that it mattered, but it was helpful to know I wouldn't need to take care of lose ends. I remained silent until we entered the home, and ordered Abraxus to take care of the Santora group.

"Ah," A sudden thought came to me, "Have Alice go with you. Seems she has been bored lately."

"Boss~!"

"Speak of the devil."

A young woman turned the corner, long golden hair trailing behind her and deep blue eyes fixating themselves on me. I say young, but she was really 30 years old, and stood at 5'6. A simple light blue halter top wrapped around her breast, and impressively short shorts - such that the pockets of the pants were peaking from the bottom - hugged right on her waist line, giving a slight peak to lacy red underwear. Her gait was confident and alluring, and I unabashedly drunk in every step she took. She had a curvy body, blessed with generous assets, and with every stride her hips swayed similar to a hypnotic device. Her full lips, dyed with a deep red lipstick, smirked and stretched the beauty mark on the bottom of the right side of her mouth. The moment she reached me, she threw her arms around my neck and leaned her full weight against my chest, provocatively pushing up her chest in her already revealing top. "Bo~ss." She purred with narrowed eyes, "You've been very mean to me lately. Keeping me locking in here with nothing to do." She pushed herself closer, as though trying to glue her hips to mine. "I'll die of boredom at this rate, so you must take responsibility."

"Hm, what do you have in mind?" I questioned as I feathered my finger down her spine, and then smirking at her reaction.

"I can think of a few."

"As tempting an invitation as that is," I chuckled, and with a gentle squeeze of her waist, I detached her from my neck, "I'm in the middle of a game at the moment, and the wait is half of the fun. So I shouldn't spoil myself too much."

Hearing this Alice's eyes widened in delight, "Ohh, don't tell me it's the girl you've been bringing here." She then giggled, "She is an adorable little thing, but I should give her a few pointers with her outfits. Though, just finding a new prey has never stopped you before." Suddenly her eyes widened, then quickly narrowed followed by a teasing smirk, "Don't tell me you've actually fallen for her. Has our little Boss finally fallen in love?"

"Love, you say? Yes, I plan on giving her every last drop of my love."

"Aww, don't be stingy. Save a little for me as well."

Had I no wits about myself, I would have laughed out right at her baseless claim. Me, love someone? That was about as likely to happen as snow in the desert. 'Love' wasn't a word that existed in my vocabulary, and the feeling, whether receiving it or giving it, was foreign to me. My parents abandoned me, and my grandfather uses me for his own gains. Not that I cared, since I have on occasion used him for my own purposes. The closest to that feeling would probably be loyalty, and a sense of duty and responsibility for my fellow clan members.

"But don't worry, I didn't come empty handed," I nudged my head towards Abraxus, "He'll debrief you on what you'll be doing."

"So I get to play with tall, dark and mysterious today. Sounds fun." She grinned and stuck herself to his side.

"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't stand so close to me, Ms. Alice."

Alice's eyebrow twitched and her smile turned forced, "Come now, I told you to just call me Alice."

"That would inappropriate, Ms. Alice."

"Tch, you're not cute at all." Alice rolled her eyes and quickly detached herself.

Ignoring Alice, Abraxus addressed me, "With your permission I'll also take Jake, Meera, and Sophia."

"Don't you think that's too many?" Alice pondered, raising a perfectly manicured nail to her lips. "Three people should be more than enough."

"It's better to error on the side of caution."

"I don't care. I'm leaving the execution of the matter to you. Do what you will." With a quick nod Abraxus walked off with Alice in tow.

"That was quite mean of you, Boss. You know Abraxus can't handle people like Alice." Antonin chuckled. "I bet she'll have him bald by the end of the day."

The visual alone was enough to make me smirk. "Perhaps I should have kept them with me, so I can witness it for myself." Having been detained at the entrance long enough, I finally headed towards my room. "Antonin, I want you to gather Nanashi, and Mr. Millaro. Also, instruct Sasha to take the new girl and make the collection rounds from the business on the west side."

"From the Bulstrode family?"

"That's the one."

"Are you sure you want to include her. There have been strange movements within the Bulstrode family, that truthfully, leaves both myself and Abraxus feeling uneasy. Might I recommend someone from the Black family instead."

"Black, huh." I couldn't help that there were people in some of these families that didn't follow the business, but hearing that name left a bad taste in my mouth. Mainly because of a particular Black that attends Hogwarts. "It's fine, if I don't give them opportunities to prove themselves then I might as well cut ties with them. Besides, there are people with strong ties to Grandfather. Even if I wanted to rid myself of them, it wouldn't be possible." We stopped in front of my door, and before entering I said, "Reconvene at the garage in 30 minutes. I want to get this done with before dinner."

"Understood."

Once in my room I quickly removed my school uniform in favor of a light blue button up, and black suit. While dressing a smirk came to my face, as I remembered Raven's reaction when she saw me in a suit. The way her eyes darkened and gazed at me through her lashes had almost made me lose my senses. It was a valuable piece of information I discovered that day, and sometime soon I planned to utilize it. I'll be sure to plan something special for this upcoming Sunday. I laughed at myself for how excitedly I anticipated the day of the week. Before long I arrived at the garage, nodding to those waiting for me.

"Boss, thank you for letting these old bones get some needed exercise." Mr. Millaro chuckled with a deep bow.

He was probably around the same age as my Grandfather, and had been around for just as long. Mr. Millaro was highly trustworthy, such that at even though he wasn't my Grandfather's right hand, he was often given similar responsibilities. There were a handful of people that I would never need to questions their loyalty, and he was one of them. Though, technically I was simply borrowing him from Grandfather, as another one of his duties was to observe me as I run the clan. If he were to find out who Raven was, he would surly inform my Grandfather and my fun would be over. Regardless, in the business I was in, knowing there were those on whom I could call on without fail, provided me with great relief. His wife passed years ago, but his daughter still lives though she has no relation to the clan.

I told Raven I once picked up a dog, and even though I wanted to keep it, I couldn't. However, dogs weren't the only things I picked up. If they looked interesting, or if I was bored, I would pick up people as well. Nanashi happened to be one of them. It was in the middle of summer, and the heat was blistering, easily reaching 103 degrees. Being 10 I often looked for new things to keep me occupied. Nanashi was severely anorexic, wore clothes that barely hung onto his body and had long shaggy hair that covered his face. It reminded me of a Komondor, so I ended up bringing him home with me. Since then he has made the clan his home. Time and time again he has proven that he could be trusted, and I often took advantage of his genius level intellect.

"Boss," Mr. Millaro began as he began driving the small black car. Nanashi sat in the passenger seat, while Antonin and myself sat in the back. "I've also received a message from Voldemort. He has called for an assembly to be held next month, and it'll be held here."

Though my face remained unchanged, I my irritation began to swell. Not only will I have to deal with people I'd rather avoid, if it's held here then I'll have to deal with them running about in my turf for at least 4 days. Within the Marvelo clan, though originally there were 6, there are a total of 7 main headquarters, with each one being lead by a 'Boss' and they in turn obey 'Voldemort' - my Grandfather. The 7th group, led by yours truly, was created to simply give me a training grounds for when I take over and become the new Voldemort.

Some people have a problem with me taking over, though seeing as this was the current's Voldemort's will, there wasn't much they could do about it. In our group, whenever there was a major decision that would effect the clan, or an internal dispute, a meeting can be called. Only the current Voldemort can call for a meeting, however any Boss can appeal for one to be held. They aren't normally held, however, since getting things done is extremely difficult and normally take days, even weeks to come to a decision. The reason being, for a decision to be made there must be a 2/3s vote. In the case of a continued stalemate, Voldemort would be the tie breaker. Voldemort also has the power to completely nullify the decision if they believe that the decision would harm the clan. In that case, the only way the other 'Boss'es can try to appeal it is by a majority vote.

'I can feel the headache forming already.'

After a 40 minute ride, we pulled into the parking garage provided by the loan office. It was a large 20 story building, surrounded by many other establishments, some in the same profession. Many of the establishments had partnerships and backing by the clan. The ones that didn't, while we didn't strong-arm them into a partnership, there was a clear difference in money flow and growth opportunities.

Before exiting the car I pocketed an item, and was amused to find a group of men standing by the elevator for us. You would think Iwagaki was expecting me.

"Seems he was kind enough to provide us an escort." Mr. Millaro smiled thinly, the action not reaching his eyes.

"Then let's not keep him waiting." I smirked and walked forward.

"Mr. Riddle," One of the men bowed, "I've been instructed to take you to Mr. Iwagaki. If you would please." He gestured to the awaiting elevator, and once we were all in he hit the top floor.

We were let out in a long, lavishly decorated hallway. It was too gaudy for my taste, and Mr. Iwagaki's preference in art left much to be desired.

"Mr. Riddle!" A short pudgy man called out and rushed to greet me once entering his office, a boot-licking grin on his face. "It's such an honor for you to personally visit my humble establishment." Iwagaki's fashion sense wasn't any different from his decorative sense. He wore a purple suit and seemed to be going for the record for the most jewelry worn at one time. "Please, sit. Sit."

I raised an arm to the others noticing they were tensing by Iwagaki's overly friendly behavior. It was amusing to watch him struggle to appease me, so I would let it slide for now.

"Can I interest you in any tea, or coffee."

"This won't be a long visit." I decline as I took a seat on the bright red leather couch. The others stood behind me, keeping careful eyes on the other guards in the room.

"That's unfortunate." Iwagaki was still smiling as he took his seat across from home. He clapped his hands together, "So, how can I help you, Mr. Riddle."

I smirked, crossing my legs ankle over knee. Let's make him squirm a bit. "It's come to my attention that there are some discrepancies with the financial statements submitted from your company."

"Oh." He raised a brow, but his smile never faded, "There must be some mistake. We strive to be as transparent as possible. After all, your grandfather is an old friend of mine, and it was thanks to him that I'm in this position now. I wouldn't dare do anything to go against his goodwill."

"Then there should be no issues with you reproducing your records right this moment."

"Of course, Mr. Riddle. Shall I had them to the older gentleman? These papers can be quite difficult to understand."

"How dare you speak to the Boss that way!" Mr. Millaro growled glaring heatedly at Iwagaki.

"You'd best learn to hold your tongue." Antonin threatened.

Everyone, except for myself and Iwagaki, tensed as the atmosphere took a sudden drop in temperature. Impressively, he maintained his smile, trying to paint an innocent expression. "I apologize. I meant no offence. I'm sure Mr. Riddle can read them just fine. You!" He suddenly barked at a tall, scrawny looking man who hurriedly shuffled over to him. It must be his newest assistant, as the last one he hired met with an unfortunate accident a few weeks ago. "Bring the papers Mr. Riddle wishes to see."

"Right away, sir." He quickly bowed and scurried off.

My smirked widened. He truly thought he had the upper hand in these proceedings. Iwagaki exuded confidence, and continued to condensed me in both speech and gaze. People like him were the most enjoyable types to break and see groveling at my feet. Sadly for him, his fate was sealed long before I can here today.

"None taken, Iwagaki." I raised a hand dismissively, motioning for the others to calm down. "While your men provide me with the papers, lets talk a bit more." I looked down my nose at Iwagaki, "I'm very interested in your little side business. In the spirit of transparency, I'm hoping you can tell me more."

There it was. The crack that would soon break him down completely. The corner of his mouth twitched, and his face tensed ever so slightly. "Mr. Riddle, I assure you I have no idea what you speak of. I have completely devoted myself to your Grandfather and the clan."

From behind me, Anotonin tossed a picture onto the table and the moment Iwagaki saw it the ever present smile fell from his face. His eyes narrowed and I could see the gears turning in his head. Before him was a picture of Luka Petrov. "Perhaps you take me for a fool, Iwagaki."

He cleared his throat, once again smiling though it looked less confident. "Certaintly not, Mr. Riddle. I'm just confused as to what it is you are trying to insinuate here."

"Nanashi."

"Yes, Boss." With a rustle of papers, Nanashi began reading off a list, "Febuary 12, you came in contact with one, Luka Petrov at an invite only, Elitist party. February 28th, under false pretenses of being under orders, you collected a number of weapons and sold them to Mr. Petrov at under half the going value, before inflating the prices on the black market. March 16th, camouflaged as a string of thefts by local thugs, you pocketed hundreds of thousands of dollars from drug money which, once again through the help of Petrov, sold them on the black market. Not to mention, the inflated interest rates on your loans you offer, and your overall horrible treatment of our girls on Knockturn Alley ."

Abraxus never ceased to impress me me with the thoroughness of his investigations. I raised a hand to stop Nanashi, taking great satisfaction at Iwagai's slowly reddening face. His eyes burned with anger, and his jaw clenched so tightly the veins on his face were protruding. "Shall I have him continue?"

"W-what is this?!" He shouted slamming his hands on the table, "These accusations are all false! I have no idea who this man is!"

"I find that hard to believe. Was it not just yesterday, the two of you met up for a drink." I phrased it as a statement, knowing that it was true. "Or perhaps I should talk about your most recent golf trip? Or how you generously gave him access to your members card to our host club." My smirk widened, as a familiar rush began pumping through my veins. The progression of arrogance, to panic, and then anger as he began to realize the situation he was in. It was only a matter of time before he was begging, pleading for me to forgive him. Suddenly, Raven came to mind, momentarily breaking my train of thought, but I quickly recovered. While it would have been much more appealing to have Raven here in place of Iwagaki, I was surprised that I even thought of her at all.

He growled, "I will not be made a fool of, by some kid still in diapers! What do you know about how the world works? If it weren't for your grandfather, you'd be nothing but dirt under my shoe!" He was standing now, but since he was short, there wasn't much of a difference. I almost laughed. "I demand to see actual proof!"

"Boss." It was a single word, but the edge in Antonin's voice made Iwagaki flinch, and his eyes darted around to his guards around the room.

I knew the three behind me were itching to deal with Iwagaki. They were giving off a threatening aura, and it seemed Iwagaki was beginning to realize the consequences of his words. Though, with the presence of his guards, Iwagaki's body looked less tense. Perhaps consoled by the thought that his guards out numbered us. What a pathetic waste of space he was turning out to be.

"The boss isn't obligated to show anything to scum like you." Mr. Millaro growled out, hitting his cane against the ground for added effect.

"Heh, then that could only mean you don't have any real proof." Iwagaki's smirked was more of a grimace as he attempted to regain a modicum of control.

"I wonder, if we talk to Patrov if he would be any more forthcoming with information." Seeing his look of confusion I continued, "Does he know who it is that he's been stealing from?" Iwagaki paled, and I knew I hit gold. "How quick do you think he would jump ship the moment he finds out?w"

"Boss." Nanashi called, cell phone in hand. "I just received word we've captured Patrov."

I leaned into the sofa, and crossed my legs with a triumphant smirk, "And there you have it. You can continue to play innocent as long as you want, but realize that the longer this is drawn out the quicker my patience thins. So let me ask, how long do you want to play this game?"

Iwagaki's eyes widened before narrowing in anger. His pudgy hands trembled, his knuckles turning white from the sheer force of his grip. A vein was pulsating quite vigorously on his right temple, disgustingly purple on his bright red face. He suddenly dropped his head and his entire body relaxed before be began laughing. It started as a slow chuckled until it grew to a delirious bark of laughter. "Alright, boy! I'll play this game!" Though he was smirking I knew he was nervous. He was nothing more than a cornered mouse doing anything he could to live. The end game was coming soon. "But you will be the one losing!" He snapped is fingers and every guard in the room drew a pistol and aimed it at me. "Hn, you probably came in here thinking that you had the upper hand, but you were mistaken." With a grandiose wave of his hand he proudly declared, "These men here aren't the lackeys provided by you, but men I personally hired! Top dollar bodyguards to protect me for moments like these! You don't really think that I wouldn't have something like this under my sleeve! I've been at this game a lot longer than you, boy!"

"Is that so?" I sent a glance to the guards. "For your final move, it's quite disappointing."

"That hell is that supposed to mean?!"

I sighed and stood from my seat while reaching for the item I bought with me from the car. It was pistol of my own, and I aimed it right between his eyes. I watched him go pale with a cold, and callous expression.

"H-hey! Boy! Don't you know that my guards will kill you before you even pull that trigger!" How pathetic, he was scared.

"Just who do you think they have more to lose from? Killing me or betraying you?" Realizing the obvious answer he turned to each of his guards sweating more and more as each one slowly put away their guns, returning to their statue-esque positions

"What are you bastards doing!?

"What will you do now?"

Instead of answer his pupils shook violently between myself and the gun, both fear and tears growing in his eyes. All at once the high I was feeling came crashing down at his pathetic face. I was disgusted at the visual, and made a note to remedy this horrible memory this upcoming Sunday.

"M-mr. Riddle I-"

"Stop sniveling." I sharply cut him off before he could beg. In my sour mood I didn't want to hear it. There was movement behind me and soon music filled the room, blaring and beating against my eardrums almost painfully. With a single shot, in perfect time with the booming base, the bullet penetrated his skull and he collapsed forward, his blood seeping into the carpet. At that moment the assistant from earlier returned and upon seeing the state of things fell to the floor with a girlish shriek and stared at me in fear.

Now bored I sighed, and put away the gun as Antonin turned of the music. It was good I got rid of him. Even his music taste was horrible. "Clean up this mess." The order was directed to the few guards lining the walls and they quickly complied.

"Nanashi, I'll leave collecting the necessary data to you. Anything you deem otherwise, delete it." I motioned towards the trembling assistance with my chin, "Take him with you."

"Understood."

"Mr. Millaro, oversee the disposal, then assist Nanashi."

"Very well, Boss. Also, if I may," He began eyes appraising me with both joy and pride, "You were splendid. Voldemort would be pleased."

I grunted in response, not caring one way or the other, as I took my leave with Antonin.

"You never cease to impress me, Boss." Antonin chuckled as he slid into the drivers seat, "I was surprised that Iwagaki didn't call your bluff with Petrov."

"Hmm, the old fool thought he was too smart to be tricked, yet he fell for the oldest play in the book." I idly flipped through my phone, feeling satisfied when I spied the time. We finished this quicker than I thought. "I do, however, want this Petrov guy found. I want him to understand the severity of his actions when stealing from us."

Antonin laughed nervously, "If he really didn't know who he was stealing from, I kind of pity him."

"Ignorance is no excuse, and I'll make sure he understands this lesson."

Tuesday

'Something's wrong again today.' Once again I was observing Raven during our lunch period. I was trying to lip read, but my attention kept being dragged away by the people around me. Normally I wouldn't care about the daily life of my current prey, but I found myself wanting to know the cause for her rapid change in expression. She went from worried, to serious, to thoughtful and then determined in what seemed like a single breath. The most I could figure is that Lola was at the epicenter. Even as I made conversation with the others, my mind remained on Raven. The following week, on October 28th, was Raven's birthday and I have the most delicious idea to celebrate. Simply imagining her expression made my blood rush. I'll need to make sure everything is perfect.

'I'll just need to find a way to get her to go along.'

Nothing of real interest happened the rest of the day. Though I did feel Professor Dumbledoor's eyes on me more frequently than usual. Possibly because of the meeting later tonight. I figured he would tell the professor, so I'm not surprised if he knew about it. I wasn't looking forward to it. If it were up to me I would have given up ages ago, but since it was Voldamort's will there wasn't much I could do about it. At least this time will be the last. No need to waste breath on someone who has no intention of joining, no matter how intelligent it may be.

I hated dealing with him and his damned smile. He pretends to be ignorant, always smiling like an idiot and preaching about fairness and justice. What I despised the most was that, even through my vehement dislike of him, I couldn't deny his level of intelligence and that it would make a fine addition to our group. He also, without a doubt, had the innate charisma that ran in the family. A natural born leader. I suppose it is a shame his mindset is so soft.

"Boss, it's time."

Already?' I gazed at my watch my frown growing more prominent my the second.

"At least this will be the final time." Antonin attempted to placate my sour mood.

"Let's get this over with." There was no need for dress clothes. The person I was meeting was of no special importance, so casual clothes would more than suffice.

Antonin, Abraxus and I moved toward the car and was greeted by the chauffeur. It didn't take long before we were pulling up to one of the many hotels that were owned by the Marvelo gang. We owned shares in many companies, often times under an alias. Also, while many of our businesses were covers for our more illegal practices, just as many were legit: usually our hotels. Oftentimes, they were used for meetings such like these. I'm sure my guest would normally never set foot on this side of the woods, but seeing as I wanted to keep the meeting a secret, it was a satisfactory place. The night was young, and hundreds of people littered about. Bars, casinos and strip clubs - to name a few - stretched for blocks, their store signs lighting up the roads. In this area it was easy to get lost for hours in sin and debauchery. Scantily cladded women giggled insistently and drunk men, with something to prove, happily chased after them.

We entered the hotel, and after a brief stop at the front desk, was given our usual suite on the top floor. As the hotel was one of the more expensive ones in the area, the room was large and furnished with high quality items. Off to the side was a kitchen, and a spiral staircase to an upper floor only accessible via this room. Along the walls were full length windows currently hidden by curtains - not that there was much of a view anyway.

"I'll prepare some tea." Abraxus headed for the kitchen and soon I heard the sounds of a kettle being prepared.

I sat patiently, naturally crossing my legs and pulled out my phone. While scrolling through my internet searches, I rested my head on my fist.

"Something bothering you, Tom?"

Perhaps it was due to them constantly being around me, but both Antonin and Abraxus were good at picking up on my changes in mood, regardless of how minute. Considering I prided myself at being adept in hiding my emotions, it was both impressive and annoying.

"I'm looking for a suitable gift." I answer, "One that, despite the stipulations, she doesn't want to refuse."

"I'm actually surprised. You've never been this invested in the others."

I sent him a look and he shrugged, quickly abandoning the subject. Alice already had a strange thought in her head, I don't need the other two following suit.

"Then it should be something she's really into."

That would be either cooking or volleyball. Remembering the look on Raven's face when she told me about the tournament she won pushed me towards the latter, but there were no games currently being played. The season wouldn't start until next month so the best I could do would be take her to a practice. Oh, that's an idea. I don't know which team she is biased for but if the team is well enough known, it shouldn't matter. If I made a few calls I could work something out.

Knock Knock Knock

Antonin opened the door and the source of my future headache entered the room; James Potter. Behind him, Sirius, Remus and the most recent exchange student, Lily Evans, trailed behind him.

"Hope we didn't keep you waiting too long, Tom. I'm not used to coming down this way." He grinned as he plopped himself in the seat across from me, making himself at home. Lily took a seat besides James wile the other two stood behind the chair.

"Not at all." Abraxus returned with plenty of tea for everyone, and once it was served he took his place, standing on my right side.

"So, dear cousin. What can I do for you?" James' smile stretched along his face and something reminiscent of a giggle was threatening to form. His eyes, both playful yet alert, let nothing of my blank expression or surroundings pass his inspection and dampen his mood. Without fear he reached for the tea, a silent challenge, a dare, that irked me more than it should've. Next time I will poison it. As though sensing my thoughts James' smile grew enough to make the Cheshire cat jealous. I really hated this person. I hated how he wriggles under my skin and disrupts my thinking.

James Potter is, with great vexation, my cousin. James' Grandmother is my Grandfather's sister. However, unlike my grandfather, his sister had chose to leave the clan and marry some famous-at-the-time politician. Since then her branch of the family was essentially erased, and no further contact with her or her future children was made. Until, however, Grandfather caught wind of James and his talent. James was smart, calculating and hid everything behind a facade of idiotic grins and childish playfulness. Yet he could also be foolishly honest, trusting to a sickening fault and much too morally driven for my liking. Which made sense, seeing as his current affiliation was with The Order of The Pheonix.

The Order, as it was often simplified as, was an independent group formed by Albus Dumbledore, a retired Detective, created as a separate resource for the police department. The very same Dumbledore that happens to teach at Hogwarts - the main reason for my weariness of him. As they are a 3rd party, they have more leeway than police officers do as they have to follow protocol, which can often get in the way. It is important to note, however, that they always work within the limits of the law. It's main function is as an information informant, having provided many of the tips and help to the police department. According to Grandfather, it was initially formed by Dumbledore who was frustrated by his lack of progress on his main case of finding viable information on the Marvelo gang. There were too many loopholes, paperwork, protocols and corruption getting in his way to bring the group down for good. So he decided to quit, and formed the organization. The Order is also something of a secret organization as there are only a handful of people who are in the organization, and even less than that actually knows about it.

Even knowing this why does Grandfather want him to switch sides so strongly? It would bring nothing but problems, and distrust. No, I know why. He's told me he sees the same potential in James that he sees in me. It irks me that he claims us similar, and more so that I cannot wholly refuse his analysis.

I dragged my eyes slowly to his female companion when an annoyed 'tsk' fell from her taut, full lips. Deep, fire-red hair fell in bunches and curls around her face, currently twisted into a sneer of displeasure. Her green eyes were alight with unmasked aggravation, growing more so when our eyes met. They were beautiful, and if it were possible to kill with a gaze, my death would have been swift and painless. Her hair and eyes created such a contrast with her fair skin, she looked more like an angle, though with her current expression perhaps more-so a vengeful spirit. Despite the beauty of her face, her body did nothing for me. Her limbs were long, though not unpleasantly so, her body was skinny and her chest too modest.

"Is this staring contest going to continue indefinitely, or will you work up the balls to speak?" Lily snapped, lips turning in translucent ire.

"Now, now." James chuckled patting Lilly on the knee, "No need to be so hostile. He's family after all."

"I don't even know why you indulge him with these meetings." Sirius frowned, not hiding his irritation. "There's only one reason why he dragged you out here. The very same reason why he came to your party, uninvited may I remind you."

"And I assure you-" I finally spoke, shifting slightly in my seat,"-this is the final time. Grandfather seems bent on having you join, which is the only thing keeping you safe-"

"Watch it, Riddle." Sirius' eyes flashed and I instantly locked eyes with him. "I don't care who you are, I'll kick you and your little bodyguard's asses if I have too."

"I see you're in good company."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sirius snarled and took a threatening step forward.

"Family traitors have a tendency of banding together."

"Are you saying I'm betraying the family?" James eyes crinkled in amusement.

'Tch, bastard.'

"From Grandfather's perspective. To me, you are trash."

"At least we agree on something."

While my face held the same disinterested and lazy expression, my blood boiled within my veins. It disgusts me how he was able to get under my skin. "As I previously said, this is the last time I ask this question. Will you leave The Order and join us? Or does your answer remains the same?"

James chuckled, "Give the old man my regards."

"Then I will pass on his next message. If you and The Order continue to meddle, we will not be responsible for the resulting bloodshed." My eyes narrowed, "Furthermore, should I find the opportune moment to rid myself of you, I will gladly take it."

"Is that a threat?" Lily's eyes darkened with the promise of death, one that I'm sure she could grant. Being part of The Order would have assured she was finely trained. That and her track record of stopping scrimmages with only a few men with her insured that we keep an eye on her.

"Far from it." I smirked, "It's a promise."

"This was a waste of time." Sirius suddenly says and threw his hands in frustration. The sudden movement made both Abraxus and Antonin tense, but made no other motion. "You could've sent this in a letter instead of having us come all the way here. I could have done without seeing your face outside of school."

"I'm inclined to agree." Lily turned towards James, eyes softening immensely and her voice following suit. It were as if she was a different person. "James let's leave. The company here leaves a foul taste in my mouth." Ah, there's that fiery glare again.

"Alright, alright I get the point." James sighed, eyes searching for mine and then giving me a sheepish grin. "Looks like my friends here don't like your company."

The feeling is mutual.

"So, we will take our leave. Thank you again for the tea, dear cousin."

I didn't bother to leave my seat, nor make any lingering eye contact. The door closed and their footsteps faded down the hall. Now sure that they were gone I let out a quiet sigh, one that expressed my irritation, annoyance and exhaustion in a single breath.

I really hate that guy.

Friday

"I'll forward you the address to send the passes."

"Of course, thank you for your continued support. We look forward to your arrival. Thank you."

Hanging up the phone I gave an involuntary smirk, proud of my latest achievement. It took some time, but next Saturday there will be a joint training session with two of the powerhouse volleyball colleges from the east. Obviously it wasn't open to the public, and from the research I did it was damn near impossible to get tickets to their matches. For one the tickets sell out too quickly, and two they're ridiculously expensive. Needless to say, for me, it wouldn't be an issue. We have stake in many different enterprises, even in businesses that people wouldn't expect - the sport and entertainment world - is one of them. It was a great way to bribe others and for casual business dealings. What better way to butter someone up then bring them to an all-star football game? Though for many team owners, they are unaware that they are being supported by the clan as it is done through an alias.

I was conscious of how much I looked forward to next week and the feeling brought a wry smirk to my lips. For what I have planned Raven will look absolutely ravishing. If I closed my eyes I can almost imagine that perplexed, and scared look on face. She'll start turning red, starting from her cheeks then slowly spreading down her neck and to her ears. Words will pass through her trembling lips in stutters and pleas, while her eyes search for any possible escape route. Of course there will be none, not if she wants the passes.

~Ping~

It was Abraxus sending me a list of names for my approval and interrupting my daydream. Yesterday brought with it a very interesting conversation with the Pharmaceutical CEO named Henry Marcelo. He has been working on a secret new drug that he plans to sale and distribute through illegal channels; black market, dark web and possibly host clubs, which are really nothing more than upscale brothels. The developed drug was something similar to ecstasy, but supposedly 3 times more potent. So I told him that I would assist him in distributing it through the streets and increase his clientele. First we would need to pick up the merchandise and then transport it to a warehouse for safe keeping until the time for distribution came. It'll take place on Wednesday night and as a helping hand I offered some of my men to help with transport and as bodyguards. Of course nothing in life is for free, so a good portion of the sales are coming back to me, especially since I gave him the green light to distribute on my turf, and to the clan's branch businesses. Besides, Marcelo Pharmaceuticals was starting to make a real name for themselves, and after only 2 years on the scene, was making connections with impressive ease. Unknown to Mr. Marcelo, I've already started purchasing stocks from his company and before long the corporation will be under the clan's control.

Perhaps I was acting petulant. I hadn't initially planned to buy his company out from under him, but I didn't care for the way he spoke to me. How he thought I was beneath him, and sought to dominate the proceedings. I encountered many people like him, who thought that since I was still young I didn't know what I was doing and that I would be easy to manipulate. Sadly for them, and soon Mr. Marcelo, they all learned the hard way that I wasn't.

I quickly scanned over the names, and typed a simply reply just as my phone rang. It was always one thing after another. The thought to ignore the call was quickly overshadowed once I spied who it was.

"Yes?"

"Good evening, Boss. I figured you'd want to know, but Raven and Sirius Black have planned a meeting for today."

I raised a brow, "Really?" Why was it that every time I hear about Raven's movements it involved Sirius? Was there something going on between them that I wasn't aware of? Perhaps I didn't make it clear enough to Raven that she belongs to me. I didn't like it when other people handled my property, even less so when the person getting in my way was related to that James Potter.

"It also seems that Raven was the one who asked to meet up." The person on the phoned sighed, "He wouldn't stop bragging about it, and all his noise messed up my concentration."

"Is that so, anything else to report?"

"...No sir. Good day, boss."

I stared at my phone in silence, millions of thoughts running through my head and all of them centering around the appropriate way of punishing Raven. Her lack of understanding of her position irked me, and the thought of that pushy flirt being around her bothered me more than it should. I rose from my seat and left the room to take a simple stroll down the halls. Usually at this point the girls would have already fallen to my advancements. My power, money and looks were the bait that they all predictably succumbed to, and the pleasure I inevitably showed them any given night only sweetened the deal. However, Raven was different. She didn't care, which made the chase interesting, and in contrary to my initial belief was proving to be quite stubborn. I'll need to be more diligent in my discipline.

"Cole stop running! It's dangerous!"

"omf-!"

I looked down and saw a young boy laying on the ground after having run into my leg. He was previously eating ice cream which was now all over my pants leg, shoe and floor.

"C-cole!" A woman came frantically running down the hall, her expression tensing in apprehension when she noticed me. She quickly lowered her gaze and fell beside whom I assumed was her son, who was now crying due to his loss of frozen treat. "Cole! I told you not to run in the halls! Apologize right now!"

She was probably frightened, imagining some ridiculous punishment. I vaguely remembered her face as a mistress to one of the clan member's. I didn't recognize the kid though, but I didn't have much contact with the ones in the house. On the other side of the compound were rooms for women like her and a nursery, but because they are too noisy I don't go that way unless I need to.

"Young Boss, I-i deep apologize f-for my son's incompetence!" She dropped her head till it touched the floor, and was trying to force her still crying son to do the same. "It w-won't happen again! Cole stop all that crying!"

When I sighed she tensed, but I paid it no mind. "I'm not upset."

"...Y-you aren't?" She chanced a peek but quickly dropped her head again.

It was only then I was conscious of how tense my facial muscles were, and I quickly donned an indifferent expression. "No, I'm not, and you don't need to do that. I don't expect competence from a 3 year old." I knelt down to look the kid in the eye, "This is what happens when you don't listen. You have to deal with the consequences."

Cole sniffled, his bright teary eyes staring into mine. "th-thowwy!" He cried, snot and tears flying everywhere as he began his crying anew.

"C-cole! You shoudn't-"

I held up a hand to silence the woman. "What kind of ice cream to you like?"

"Thawbewwy." Clearly the child had a speech issue, though given his age it was still cute.

"I'm more of a chocolate guy myself."

At this the boy scrunched up his nose and stuck out his tongue. His tears now dried but snot still fell from his nose and into his mouth. This, of course, didn't both the 3 year old. "Eww! Gwothe! 'ocolate id nathy."

"Nasty?" I furrowed my brow in disbelief, "Have you even tried it before?"

"...No..." He dropped his head as though he were caught red handed but clenched his tiny fist before him as he fiercely defended his position, "But I know it ith! It lookth like poo!" He giggled showcasing his full set of teeth. "You eat poo!"

He weakly protested when I used my shirt sleeve to clean his nose. It many not have bothered him, but every time he spoke snot flew into my face. "Hn, well I was going to show you were I keep my secret stash of ice cream but now I've changed my mind."

"Oh! I'm thowwy mither!" Cole quickly recanted, "You don't eat poo."

I shifted my eyes away, "I don't know. You hurt my feelings."

After a few moments of him thinking, quite seriously mind you as it was about ice cream, about how to fix the situation he smiled brightly. He grabbed my hand in his and said, "I habe an plan! We go to the thash and we eat ie cweam togethaw! Then you won't be thad anymaw."

I made a show of thinking about his plan then nodded once, "That sounds satisfactory, but it'll have to wait until after dinner. We shouldn't spoil our appetite."

"But I wannit now!" He stomped his foot, and I shrugged.

"If you had listened earlier, you would have been able to eat your first ice cream cone. Now you either wait till after dinner, or don't eat any at all."

Seeing that he loss this battle, Cole deflated much like a balloon would after suddenly being popped. "Okay. I'll wait."

"Good boy." As I passed I patted the boy's head, and left him with his speechless mother.

Sunday

When Raven entered my room I had planned to make her come clean and explain to me her connection with Sirius Black. I wanted to know why she was so irritatingly close to him. However, things never progressed far enough. Before I could do anything she called for me to stop. I had her pressed against the door, her posture stiff and straight as the doorknob jabbed uncomfortably against her lower back. The position made her chest push out more, and given my proximity, gave me a lovely view.

"We haven't even gotten started yet, and you are done already?" I carefully watched her reaction, only one explanation seeming to fit the reason for her actions. "Don't tell me you're still angry. I saved you didn't I? I even let you play with you little friends last Sunday."

Her head shot up so fast it hit the door behind her, but she didn't pay any mind to it. In her eyes I could see confusion, disbelief, and most of all a simmering anger that was wanting to be released. She was holding herself back much like she always does. Admittedly, I found her innate meekness and indecisive nature attractive. It made it both easy and fun to tease her, but this time I wanted to see a different side to her. If I wasn't going to get to see her embarrassed expression, I'll push her until she let's her anger go.

At the moment Raven gazed at me incredulously, her mouth opening and closing in rapid procession. It was cute, but we wouldn't get anywhere at this rate. I'll give her little push.

"I wonder if you have something to say, or are doing a horrible impression of a fish. Regardless, it's annoying. Speak, if you have something to say."

I made my voice as irritable as I could and Raven's mouth snapped shut, but she was still holding herself back. It was like poking at a beehive. Just how long will it be before it stung back? I watched with rapt attention as her eyes shook, and knuckles turn white from the strength of her fists. She swallowed thickly, the action drawing my attention to her supple neck. She was just about there, just only little push. I slammed my hand against the door beside her head and the words trapped in her throat spewed forth.

"Yes, I'm angry!" The fire in her eyes burned more brightly, and I knew that her patience reached its end. "B-because of you! After finding out I was used as bait, w-why should I have to b-be thankful!? What gave you the right to use my life in your little game!?"

It was adorable how she stumbled over her words, and I couldn't help but equate her to the 3-year old boy that ran into my leg. She was looking at the ground now, but I wanted to see the look in her eyes. More. Show me exactly how much you keep hidden away. "You're the one who signed your life over to me. It's only natural I utilize what is mine." Sure, I could have handled them differently but where was the fun in that? Besides, according to the contract Raven willingly signed, she belonged to me.

"But that isn't right! I'm a person! With feelings, and thoughts of my own! Not some toy for your amusement! Next time you want to bet someone's life, do it with your own!"

She finally looked at me, glaring with everything she had. It took all my strength to not laugh. I'm sure the look was to inspire fear, but all I could imagine was a child throwing a tantrum. While I managed to keep from laughing, my amusement of the situation pulled my lips up into an amused smirk. This didn't sit well with Raven as her eyes widened, and I thought I saw them beginning to gloss over with tears.

"Y-you don't even care!" Her voice jumped an octave, giving my ears a startling jolt. "Did you ever stop to think about h-how scared I was when he was taking me?! Or when I was tied up, thinking that I may never see my family and friends again!"

In my opinion, trivial worries.

"I was starting to think you were a decent person. Seeing the way Mr. Banges and Tinker treat you, I couldn't bring myself to completely hate you even after you did all those things to me...but...Watching the way you can use people like they are nothing but dispensable pawns is disgusting."

"Feeling better?"

"Am I...Feeling better?" Her brow creased and her she observed me as though seeing me for the first time. The fight in her was dying, I could see it. "You...You really don't think you've done anything wrong, do you?"

"Why should I? You were never in any real danger. I was watching you the entire time." It was true. There was no way I would put Raven in any sort of real danger. After all, I wouldn't want to loose my current favorite pastime.

"I can't figure out if you understand me and are just a jerk, or if you can't understand me and are just plain stupid."

It was the first time I heard such a biting comment come from her. Sarcastic venom dripped from every word she spoke, and at that moment the urge to touch her propelled my hand forward. Before I got close, however, she slapped my hand away a glare burning through her eyes.

"Don't touch me. Just what are people to you?"

I chuckled at the childish question. When she said things like this it reminded me how completely naive and clueless to the world she really was. "There are 2 kinds of people on this earth. People who use others, and people who are used by others."

"Even Antonin and Malfoy? Aren't they your friends?"

"They are my subordinates."

"Fine then."

Her eyes dropped to the floor all traces of anger gone, leaving only sadness and disappointment. This wasn't the first time she made that expression. Back when I rescued her and confirmed that she was used as bait, she had the same look. If she continued to have expectations of me, then she will only continue to be disillusioned. It was like a piece of the world she thought she knew came crashing down before her, and she was beginning to realize that not everyone had this innate morality. Before me I could see the small drop of impurity starting to spread, much like an a blotch of ink crawling outwards to stain the entire sheet.

A knock on the door made her jump, and she rushed to open the door as though she couldn't stand to be alone with me a second more. It was Antonin, Jake and Nanashi coming to ruin the fun. Then again, with Raven's current attitude not much else would have happened, and I did get to see something interesting today. After a brief greeting I instructed Jake to escort Raven out, and with a final glare she left the room.

"Sorry for interruption, Boss. I forgot that she would be coming today."

"It's fine, we were finishing up. Now, I assume you have a final update for next Wednesday."

"Yes, sir. Everything is in here." Once prompted Nanashi handed over the stack of papers he was holding, and leafed through them. Seems like everything would go smoothly. The men that we hired to help with the shipment were low level thugs. If, for some reason, things went badly I couldn't have such obvious evidence that could be traced to our clan. We needed people I could cut loose at a moment's notice, and for a pretty penny most everyday thugs jumped at the chance. Perhaps hoping to one day be invited to the clan, but sadly for them, they were nothing put dispensable pawns.

There was another knock, and once granted permission, Abraxus entered. He looked to have something to say, but after a quick sweep of the room his eyes landed on Nanashi and he became tight lipped. This didn't go unnoticed by the young genius.

"I can excuse myself if necessary."

"No need."

The gears were turning in his head as he stared openly at Abraxus. "May I speak frankly?"

I raised a brow at his sudden boldness since, unless asked, he typically kept his personal opinions to himself. So, whatever is on his mind must be itching at the back of his throat. Interested in how things would turn out I granted him permission, and he wasted no time getting to the point.

"My assumption may be wrong but if what you have to say is about Raven, then I already know about her."

Despite the now undivided attention of the three most influential members of this branch on him, Nanashi didn't shy away from my gaze. So, he figured it out. He would be the one to find out. Though Mr. Clark was meticulous about keeping Raven out of the media and news outlets - I assume to keep her as safe as possible from people who wish to harm her to get to him - it wasn't exactly a secret that she was his daughter. Furthermore, Raven was a rather uncommon name. I thought, no, rather I had hoped that if I kept her last name a secret then no one would know. I didn't take myself to indulge in naivety, but in hindsight, the thought was very fatuous of me.

"I should also inform you, that there have been some rumors floating around about her being the police chief's daughter. Most don't put any stock into the rumor, but the more intelligent ones are starting to see the resemblance in her face. Though, it helps that her father keeps her media exposure to a minimum. Of course, I knew the moment I saw her."

"I see." Well it's not like I didn't expect to keep the secret forever, however, I thought I would be done with her before it would ever become a problem. I let myself get too excited. Never should I have let others see her. This also makes me curious on how much Mr. Millaro knows. Since the dinner when I forbid anyone of asking or looking into Raven, he has been suspicious of her. Has he reported any of this to my Grandfather? For now I put those thoughts to the side and addressed Abraxus. "Well then. Is what you have to say regarding her?"

"Yes," He began. "On my way here I overheard a passing comment she made, that her father would also be busy Wednesday night. I wouldn't have thought too much of it, if I didn't have other news as well. I caught wind of some shadows following behind Mr. Marcelo, and if my suspicions are correct, I believe it's the Order. If it's true, that by tailing him they figured out about the shipment Wednesday night then it is plausible that their will be a joint effort with the police department. Furthermore, if they speculate that we are also involved then I would imagine the Chief would handle their stake-out personally."

It was too late to change plans, too many people were mobilized to simply call this off. "Even if that's the case, we will continue as planned. Hire a few extra men on watch, and let them known they may have company that night, so stay alert. Also, have Alice on sight as a sniper to take care of anyone who may get caught. As for Mr. Marcelo, leave him as is. It's best he stays in the dark, lest he makes some stupid decision."

"Yes, boss."

Sigh, things can never just be easy.

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Tom is a man who gets things done! At least, that's how I tried to portray him.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Comments, constructive criticism, etc is welcomed!