Despite the numerous lessons his mom had given him about not being distracted while servicing his weapon, Harry could nevertheless only keep one eye on his nearly reassembled pistol as his dad once again tried to disprove one of Loona's more constant insults.

"Sooo, I don't know if you've heard, but I've recently been studying some of the more influential papers that are produced by human medical practitioners. And I have to point out that according to them I am in the correct weight bracket for a person my size."

Though his dad was wearing a look of pride as he announced this, the youngest member of I.M.P. was largely unsurprised by his canine coworker's reaction to this news.

A brief looks up from her magazine before she resumed reading.

This of course merely inspired his dad to keep talking.

"They say that the average weight for a person of my height is US AVERAGE FOR IMP HEIGHT. And I am precisely one and a half points lighter than that. So all your name calling, and insults are in fact incorrect."

Even though his eyes were now focused on resetting the sights of his weapon, Harry didn't need to look to know that Loona hadn't even bothered to put down her magazine as she gave a more verbal reaction to his dad's announcement.

"Considering that a lot of these countries tend to view obesity as 'the new normal', I wouldn't be too proud of that fact fatty."

Opening his mouth to offer some sort of support for his dejected dad, Harry felt his combat instincts go into overdrive as he felt a very real and heavy dose of killing intent approach the office.

However, that moment quickly passed when said killing intent was revealed to be coming from his newly arrived mother.

"SWEETIE! SHOTGUN!"

Wasting no time in rushing to cater to his mom's demand, for when she was this pissed off it was better to cater to her wishes in order to cut down on the property damage/body count, Harry was relieved that his mom wasn't so far gone as to forget her manners as he handed her the fully loaded weapon.

"Thanks sweetie."

Nodding his head in gratitude, not that it was noticed since his mom was now busy blowing holes in what had once been an unblemished wall, Harry wisely backed away from his currently blood thirsty parent.

His dad however proved to be made of stronger stuff as he cautiously approached his venting wife.

"You okay honey? So seem a little…frustrated."

"More so than usual anyway."

Though she shot the bored looking Hellhound a look that clearly conveyed just how much she appreciated her commentary, Millie was nevertheless calm enough to answer her husband's question.

"I'm fine Mox. Just ran into an ex of mine. That's all."

Sadly, despite her tone conveying that she wished to drop the matter, Blitzo, who had spent the past half hour in his office doing whatever it was he did in there, decided to keep the conversation going.

"Really Mills? After finally deciding to take a break from Moxxie's baby wiener hammer, you decided to do it with the guy or girl who couldn't convince you to stick around until they put a ring on it? Honestly, I expected better from you."

Ignoring the glares that were currently being shot in his direction, though he did spend a moment to ensure that there was a sturdy piece of furniture between himself and the understandably pissed off family, the former circus performer dropped his mocking tone for something that could almost be called professional.

"But enough about your unsatisfying love lives. Just got off the phone with our newest client, and he is downright eager for us to get started. Though he did have an additional request before we go topside."

Although it was obvious that the trio were still pissed about their employer's earlier remark, their curiosity nevertheless allowed them to put aside their hostile feelings, albeit briefly, in order to learn what they would be doing to earn their pay cheques.

Sadly however, just as Moxxie opened his mouth to ask the relevant question, the members of I.M.P. were once again treated to the shocking sight of something crashing into the building.

Only instead of a giant robot, piloted by a pair of politically incorrect sinners with cybernetic enhancements, the cause of this latest bit of damage was a mere helicopter.

"Oh fantastic it looks like our ride's here. Loonie, I'm trusting you to hold down the fort here while your gone. You think you can do that sweetie?"

His words earning a middle finger in answer, though if he had been watching Blitzo would have seen a small smile of appreciation on his daughter's face before it morphed back into her usual look of disinterest, the founder of I.M.P. allowed his mind to wander back to words that his newest client had told him.

Normally he wouldn't have cared too much about what his client said unless it had to do with who they were going to kill and how much they were going to get paid for it, but that opening sales pitch had him hooked.

Of course if the client chose to lowball them then of course he would have no problem in refusing the 'offer he couldn't refuse'. But he didn't think it would come to that.

If only because he had no issue in allowing Millie to vent her more violent tendencies on assholes who lacked the money to make this trip worth his time.

…..

Despite the fact that his position in the 'family' had yet to be fully confirmed, the Chaz-man was already enjoying the perks that came from being the son in law of one of Greed's most feared crime bosses.

He got to ride in fancy cars.

People knew to give him free shit before he even took out his temporarily empty wallet.

And perhaps the best of all, he got sleep with anyone he wanted since Crimson didn't exactly care if he was faithful to his only child. At least before the wedding.

Once he and Moxxie tied the knot of course, if he ever felt the need to wander, he would have to keep his affairs on the down low since cheating on the son of a crime lord, especially one like Crimson, was just asking for either a boat trip or a wall mounting.

But he was confident that he wouldn't need to stray.

His former ex was dynamite in the sack after all. And considering that he came attached with another one of his more sexually memorable exes, the chances for exciting threesomes was high.

Provided of course he could somehow convince Millie to let go of her unwarranted hostility.

Yes he could have been a bit nicer when he told her that he had only dated her because he had been dared to. And of course he could have dropped her off back at her folks place instead of the middle of some field.

But he was sure that she would come around eventually.

The trick was ensuring that the men in her life liked him enough to want to spare his life.

Moxxie was easy since all he needed to do was make him remember why they had been such a good couple before they had fucked up that simple heist.

The kid would be trickier since he was too young to seduce. But he was certain that with enough money he would be an awesome step dad.

And their employer? Well in all honesty he wasn't sure what to think about that one.

For on one hand, he was an Imp who had the guts and skill to bed a Goetia. But on the other hand, he was stupid enough to get caught doing it.

Which meant that the chance of him living to the next purge were very, very slim since nobles didn't like it when the lower orders started getting ideas on how they could move up the ladder.

Of course that thought was rather hypocritical of him since his marriage to Crimson's only child was partly influenced by his desire to obtain the type of lifestyle he thought he deserved.

But since he was dumb enough to lie to one of Greed's most notorious gangsters, such thoughts didn't really bother him.

Cause he had a plan.

One that involved risk to his rocking bod, but what was life without a little risk?

….

Though he had long suspected that this day would come, Moxxie nevertheless was unprepared to deal with the emotions that came from the realization that he was going home.

Not just because he was in no way ready to face the monster that was his father. Who he had been actively avoiding ever since he had gotten out of prison for that failed bank heist with Chaz. But also because he now had two people in his life who meant just as much to him as his mother did.

To this day, he still wasn't sure what had happened to her since Crimson, the one time he had dared to ask, had just said that she had 'gone'. But considering his father was the type to punish anyone who stood up to him, plus the recurring image of his mom's shoe floating on the surface of his dad's favorite 'fishing' spot, it was safe to assume that she was dead.

Which was why he wanted to keep his headstrong wife and their trigger-happy son as far away from Crimson as possible.

His boss though, that was another matter altogether.

"So your saying you grew around here Moxxie? Honestly I'm surprised that it's taken you this long to tell me you aren't from circle as Mils. I mean, don't get me wrong if push came to shove I'd choose clear dusty skies over this smog covered ghetto any day. But if you had told me from the get-go that you grew up in the Circle that combines snazzy fashion sense with violence, I might have treated you better. Not much mind you, but maybe with more respect than I do now."

Shooting his window viewing employer a glare, for even when he was giving genuine compliments Blitzo always had to combine them with some sort of insult, Moxxie was thankfully prevented from engaging his boss in conversation thanks to the audible concern that could be heard in his wife's voice.

"You okay Sweetie? Honestly I don't think I've ever seen you this nervous before."

The white haired Imp shook his head in answer to that particular question. If only because he suspected that trying to ignore it would make his wife more concerned.

"Not really Mils. Its been…years since I've been back here. Not a lot of good memories."

Apart from that brief amount of time where he had been in a relationship with a certain smooth talking asshole, the only time he had ever really been happy in Greed was when his mom was alive.

And even then the best she could do was make it clear that there was someone in the house who loved him for the way he was.

But, perhaps he was being paranoid.

Even if he was back in his old stomping grounds, there was a pretty good chance that their newest client wasn't his father.

Though considering there business had been designed to cater to the needs of Sinners, it was rather odd that their latest client lived in a ring that was off-limits to their kind.

However, an Imp could hope.

Even if it did usually end in disappointment.

For not only was the helicopter landing near an area he knew all too well, but the welcoming committee was one he had long since feared to meet again.

Though he had to admit, if he hadn't known any better, he could have almost believed that his father was happy to see him.

"Well well well. Look at what the cat dragged in. Moxxie. It's good to see you son."

….

Though he was pleased to see that his only child was still nervous in his presence, he was less than thrilled to see that his time away had caused him to somewhat develop the thing that had always pissed him off to no end.

A back bone.

"I'd…I'd like to believe that sir. But…"

Of course like the pathetic worm that he was, it was still not enough to totally get rid of the weakness that he had inherited from his mother.

But considering he needed the boy in one piece for his upcoming nuptials, he would have to wait until they were alone until he reminded Moxxie about the consequences of disrespecting him.

However, there was nothing preventing him from increasing the boy's sense of anxiety.

"Ah always such a kidder Moxx. Now, are you just gonna stand there and stutter? Or are you gonna introduce me to your little family?"

Despite the years since he had last been in his presence, Moxxie at least had the wits to understand an order when he heard one.

Even if his stuttering made it plain that he would rather be doing something else.

"Ye….yes sir. Dad, th…this is my wife Millie. And our son Harry."

Taking his time to examine the duo, Crimson wasn't sure if he should be impressed or disgusted with his only living child.

For on one hand, the dame's chest meat was rather lacking. Though there was plenty on her thighs and ass. And the fact that the kid obviously didn't share his blood was proof that Moxxie, being the gay degenerate that he was, could only shoot blanks.

But on the other hand, the looks in the female's eyes was similar to a loyal bitch that would tear the neck out of its master's command. While the kid, though still a bit unseasoned, nevertheless had the look that all killers possessed.

Which meant that perhaps that he would be gaining more than just a boat load of money from his otherwise worthless son-in-law.

The kid couldn't be made of course since he was merely a prop to go along with Moxxies's beard, plus the fact that none of his more useful lieutenants had daughters to offer up.

But if he proved himself, he could be an associate.

Provided Moxxie was smart enough not to follow the example of his mother of course.

If he wasn't…..it wouldn't be the first time he killed a kid.

…..

ANNNNND gonna end this one here. A bit shorter than I would have liked, but think I've accomplished enough lol.

Anyways, hopefully you are all enjoying this chapter.

I see from the poll, located in my profile, that this is still the preferred story to be updated so will begin working on the next chapter as soon as I can rather than the others. Though I confess that I have made SOME attempts towards completing the next chapters. Slow going but progress is progress.

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Anyways, til next time.