Chapter 113: Chuck Can Thank Scott For This One!

Chapter 113: Chuck Can Thank Scott For This One!

Well after eliminating the Ace-Team, we were questioned by the authorities for what felt like an eternity while they investigated the messy crime scene.

Gunfire could have been easily ignored on this isolated part of the coast, but with a dead Lance Long left on the dirt path and all those stupid explosions ringing through the hills, there was absolutely no covering it up.

Mei however slunk away into the dense brush before she was caught up with everything, completely vanishing into the shadows.

So it was just me and Lucy detained by the local guards, sitting inside a cold station room for several hours.

Thankfully Nick Soto works remotely and is highly familiar with the Long Island officials, using his legal connections to clear our names.

After a couple of hours of intense back-and-forth, we were finally let go without any criminal charges.

On a side note, Linda did confirm to me over an encrypted link that she had sent me Nick before, which was exactly like I had already figured out on my own.

Two days later...

A bit after midnight, Chuck Ben sat in his darkened luxury suite, his bloodshot eyes glued to his computer monitor.

Gazing at the sleeping Victoria who only occasionally moves around under the heavy blankets, his expression grew increasingly twisted.

Her maid, the tall blonde woman, was currently sleeping peacefully on the couch in the room, and the two of them had been completely stationary there since 10 pm.

Chuck raised his wine glass toward the glowing display, offering the image of Victoria a mocking toast as he sneered, "In about 3 hours, I will make you mine, ha-ha! I will let my men play with that blonde maid as well, since she is that ass Tang's Personal Maid." before swallowing the liquid.

Then Chuck hit a specific Key on his keyboard to activate the audio patch, and he began listening intently to what Rick, his other Chinese maid, and that Lucy woman were doing in the servants room directly across the hall.

The audio feed crackled loudly as a series of heavy, wet thuds filled his desktop speakers, sounding exactly like a wild, unrestricted encounter.

[Smack Smack Smack! "Rick, you are so good, I knew a young man was the best, come on and go faster!" Smack Smack Smack! "No Master, you finished with her last time, it is my turn, so cum in me~! Smack Smack! "Ah?! Sure Mei, then you will take it all! Damn so fucking good~!!"]

Chuck, in absolute disgust of still hearing our supposed three-ways echoing through the microphone link, just turned the audio off with a loud curse and stared back at the sleeping Victoria on his screen.

His jaw tightened as he rubbed his temples, muttering into the empty room, "Fuck him! Why does an ugly bastard like him have such good sex?! Well maybe I might taste the maid with Vicky like that, but now I am horny again, I just healed and am built up!" while pacing the floor...

In the servants room where the three-way was supposedly rocking strong, the reality was a completely different story.

Lucy leaned over her glowing terminal, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter as Vick looked up and teased, "Ufufu, Lucy, you are shameless. Rick is not even like that in bed." while tapping a new command into her keyboard.

Victoria just shook her head at the Tech Manager, a highly amused expression crossing her face as she sat comfortably on the edge of the mattress.

I looked over at Mei, who was calmly drinking a hot cup of tea without a care in the world, and groaned as I complained, "Yeah, you two really put me in an actor's spot, sigh. If I did not go along with your two's nonsense, I would have laughed hard instead." while stretching my arms.

Lucy flashed a big smile, her fingers typing away furiously on her laptop as she thoroughly enjoyed having fun with the surveillance system, explaining to me, "Rick, this is good practice for acting. You need to improvise on the fly. Plus you blushed just a bit at my words, Ufufu, so cute." she said while nudging my elbow.

I took a slow drink of my beer, pointing the glass directly at her face in immediate denial.

"Lucy, I did not blush at your words, I was just in complete shame for your crazy imagination. Plus you were totally reenacting porn, not real love-making. Is that honestly how you and your husband do it?!" I questioned flatly.

Lucy didn't even blink, offering a proud smile as she popped out a single word, "Yup!" without a hint of hesitation.

I rolled my eyes, throwing my hands up at her response. "You are completely shameless!"

"Yup!" Lucy cheered back, her grin widening.

Mercy Mu adjusted her position on the opposite couch, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked over and asked Lucy, while crossing her arms tightly"So you're feeding it to them? Everything Chuck Ben is saying while watching us? I don't want that to slide about taking me and Victoria like that?"

I reached out and patted Mercy's back to calm her down, knowing that her professional honor as a martial artist was incredibly important to her.

Lucy smiled confidently, her glasses catching the screen glare as she reassured us, "Yup, everything is legal and by the book, he is totally screwed. Rick does not have to lift a single finger, but will still finish it. Rick, I am honestly intimidated being near a Syndicate Leader. I best be a good girl or I might fall into your clutches, fufu." while winking at me.

I reached over to hold Victoria's hand on my left, keeping my expression entirely deadpan as I said to her, "Wife, you may want to seriously reassess your hiring practices, just to avoid crazy people like Lucy!" to deflect the teasing.

Despite our serious words, the mood in the suite was incredibly relaxed as we enjoyed our late-night friendly party.

Every single time Chuck's interface looked into this room's hidden microphone, the three of us used our voice acting skills to simulate a wild three-way.

The loud slapping sound he was hearing was just me repeatedly slapping my own thigh while we delivered our lines, accompanied by Mei manually squeaking the bed springs in a rhythmic pattern right next to the mic.

At exactly 3:20 am, Chuck and two of his large, heavily built bodyguards quietly approached our main suite door, carrying the remote triggers for the gas canisters.

Chuck checked his watch, whispering instructions to his crew in the dim hallway light, "Alright boys, the gas should be completely clear by now, so grab Victoria and that blonde maid for me. We will put them in the two wheelchairs to not look suspicious." as he reached for the lock.

Slide! Click!

Ben smoothly swiped his stolen master key-card to release the heavy electronic lock, pushing the door open and walking inside with the two hulking guards pushing the empty wheelchairs right behind him.

Click!

A bodyguard reached out and flipped the main light switch on, illuminating the room to reveal ten heavily armed Police officers already standing in a defensive line, holding their service weapons directly out at the three stunned men.

The Sergeant stepped forward from the shadow of the doorway, his voice booming across the suite as he commanded the three criminals, "Put your hands up. You three are being arrested for the attempted abduction of Victoria Long and Mercy Mu. Cuff em boys!" while his officers advanced.

Chuck Ben's face went completely pale, his hands flying into the air as he cried out, "I have been framed! I am guilty of no such crime, I want my lawyers right now!" in absolute panic.

I pushed open the connecting room door, stepping out with the other ladies trailing closely behind me as we watched the culprits getting thoroughly pinned against the wall and arrested.

The moment Chuck saw me leaning casually against the wooden door-frame with my arms crossed over my chest, he began struggling against the cuffs and yelled out, "Rick Tang you bastard, you set me up! I am completely innocent!" while glaring daggers at me.

I offered him a completely calm smile, stepping forward to drop an absolute psychological bomb straight onto his head.

"Kimberly Long told you not to mess with me, didn't she? Well guess you are entirely done for now, have fun in jail." I remarked smoothly.

Chuck ground his teeth, trying to recover his composure as he smiles and threatens, "My high-priced lawyers will have me out of this precinct in no time, then we will see who gets the absolute last laugh, Rick Tang." while being forced toward the threshold.

When Chuck was being dragged away down the corridor, I raised my hand and gave him a cheerful thumbs-up.

He did not seem to like that gesture for some reason, his face twisting in anger as if he intuitively realized we wouldn't be seeing each-other ever again.

As the Police officers pushed the three bound men inside the VIP elevator cab, I pulled out my smartphone from my vest, and Chuck saw me smile right as the heavy metal doors slid closed, sealing his fate.

The line clicked open on the first ring, and I spoke directly to the woman on the other side. "Hello Sasha, it is me. Please send the volunteers in and pay their family's debts when it is done. Thanks, it will be in a short while now thanks. Yes, I am very happy with your work. My group will visit for dinner tomorrow, goodbye."

Victoria stepped up beside me, watching the elevator floor indicator tick downward before she turned to ask, "That is it?! No more Chuck?" with a slight look of surprise.

I grinned broadly, my mind instantly flashing back to all those brutal prison documentaries I had watched in my past life as I nodded to her.

"Scott Tang has taught me one important lesson in life. Nobles should never commit the crime and they cannot be touched. So Chuck can thank Scott for this one. Now let us get some sleep and wait for the good news." I explained, turning back to our safe room.

So we just stayed inside the secure secondary quarters we had been occupying all night, laying on the bed and couches together to rest our eyes.

Long Island Police Department...

Chuck was roughly escorted down the concrete corridor and placed directly inside the main group holding cell, while each of his bodyguards was taken to separate rooms to be questioned.

The desk sergeant shoved Chuck in here because the wealthy heir refused to say a single word until his personal lawyer arrived on the scene.

Clink!

The heavy steel cell-door slid shut along its iron track, and Chuck turned around to see a group of nine intimidating men sitting across the three big metal benches inside the twenty-by-twenty open holding tank.

The three men occupying the benches on the right side were clearly completely drunk, sporting fresh black-eyes and torn shirts from a severe fight.

Chuck could tell at a glance that they were standard UK tourists who had engaged in a massive bar-brawl.

In the center-most section of the back wall sat three men who looked like exceptionally rugged, dirt-caked sweatshop workers.

One guy was wearing a black Kill Em All band shirt, another sported a stained white-tank-top, and the last guy sat quietly in a plain red-shirt.

To his immediate left were three rough-looking local gangsters covered in elaborate syndicate tattoos.

A common theme shared by everyone in the crowded room was that their shoes and leather belts had been completely removed by custody to limit any weapons being smuggled into the cells.

Chuck decided to just stand directly by the front iron cell-bars, his nose wrinkling due to the smell of sweat and alcohol being completely unbearable in the tight enclosure.

Suddenly, he heard one of the men with the syndicate tattoos lean over, speaking loudly to the man wearing the Kill Em All shirt, "Fuck man that band sucks balls!" to spark a reaction.

The guy in the band shirt snapped his head up, his fists clenching as he barked back, "Did you just say, I suck balls?!" while stepping off the bench.

The gangster on the left side laughed, pointing a tattooed finger straight at Chuck's clean formal attire. "Nah man, that guy made me say it! I think he likes men, look how pretty he is!"

The band shirt guy stomped over, glaring at Chuck through the bars. "Hey Dick Face, you talk-en shit about my band from the UK?! My band rocks and you do look gay!"

One of the drunk Americans on the right side stumbled to his feet, glaring at Chuck as he chided, "Kill Em All is my jam fucker, and you are a pansy ass, how dare you insult my country! Hey brothers, that fucker wants to fight us, let's get um!"

Chuck's heart suddenly skipped a beat as he felt things are a bit off, right?

The man in the dirty white-shirt suddenly stood up from the center bench, letting out a wild battle cry as he yelled, "For The Motherland!" at the top of his lungs.

The white-shirt guy then sprinted forward, delivering a hard slap across the face of one of the drunk Americans, before instantly spinning around to slap one of the heavily tattooed tattoo guys.

The American friend stood up in a blind rage, screaming out, "For King and Country, and whiskey!" as the entire cell erupted into a massive, chaotic brawl.

Soon all nine men started a prison brawl inside the tight holding enclosure, the heavy impacts echoing off the concrete. Chuck backed away toward the front bars in complete panic and yelled, "Guards, HELP!" to get the attention of the station staff.

Strangely, all eight other fighting men seemed to completely ignore the red-shirt guy as he calmly stepped up behind Chuck. He wrapped his thick forearm around Chuck's neck, putting him into a crushing sleeper-hold while dragging his struggling body toward the shadows of the back bench. The other eight men seeing this raw physical movement deliberately ignored it, continuing to stage a highly chaotic brawl to make a massive racket and beat the absolute shit out of each-other.

The red-shirt guy tightened his choke, seeing some immediate confusion and fading panic in poor Chuck's frantic movements before whispering directly into his ear.

"Rick Tang, my Fire Birds boss, sends his regards and wishes you a safe trip to the nothingness beyond. Kimberly warned you, or something like that, I forgot the whole speech, but the bottom line, you done fucked up dead man!"

As the very last bit of life left Chuck Ben, his limbs going completely limp, the red-shirt guy dropped his lifeless body onto the concrete. He immediately turned around and jumped directly into the middle of the chaotic cluster, taking a few heavy punches to get beat up just as the police came running down the corridor to break up the fight.

The primary officer opening the cell door looked straight toward the red-shirt guy, and the operator offered a brief, subtle nod. The officer smiled knowingly, drawing his nightstick as he led a few reinforcement men inside to beat the remaining brawlers back into place, before deliberately discovering the dead body of Chuck laying motionless in the middle of the cell floor.

A swift internal investigation took place over the next several hours to find out exactly how the wealthy heir had died during the commotion. But in the absolute chaos of the pre-planned riot, not a single inmate remembered hitting him or could even pinpoint the exact moment when he fell.

The Ben family lawyer arrived at the precinct raising absolute hell over the incident. But when it became clear that the comprehensive investigation would fully expose the encrypted surveillance videos of Chuck actively kidnapping and drugging Victoria Long, the Ben family conveniently chose to not press any charges against the police station or the drunks.

Everyone in the high-ranking syndicates knew exactly what had happened, but no one could ever prove that the Fire Birds had their hands all over this case. But with numerous corrupt officers working directly inside the station layout, who could possibly prove anything to the central courts? That very night, the ten men participating in the quiet murder of Chuck Ben either had their heavy underworld debts completely forgiven or received major promotions within their local factions.

After I had awakened from a long, deeply restful sleep inside our secure suite, I received a short text message from Sasha on my smartphone saying it was fully done, and no legal issues came back to us.

And that was officially it. No more Ace-Team, no more annoying Chuck Ben interference, and I officially am a recognized King Pin within the territory.

I immediately sent out secure messages to inform Tina and Jenifer of what I did so they fully understood the tactical situation before my return.

So our group of five checked out of the Ben International Hotel early that morning, making our way straight back to the cruise liner to prepare for our return-trip across the ocean.

With all of the immediate obstacles completely clear, our journey back to Star City was rather nice and slow. We spent our days playing high-stakes games, lazed about the sun decks, watched the various musical shows the ship put on, and just acted like ordinary, carefree tourists.

For the entire three-day trip, Mei and Victoria got far more dedicated one-on-one time with me, with Mercy continuously offering her enthusiastic back-washing sessions in the master bathroom. There were no further romantic run-ins with Lucy, though the two of us managed to get along incredibly well whenever she wasn't actively causing me tech-related trouble.

At the end of the first week of December, the massive hull of The Victoria pulled smoothly into the bustling port of Star City.

My two Personal Maids were handling the heavy lifting behind me, pulling the luxury luggage we brought along, while I walked calmly with Victoria and Lucy at my sides as we made our way toward the secure limo pickup zone.

As we stepped out of the terminal doors, I caught sight of our white-limo parked by the curb, with Zoe pulling the heavy passenger door open before coming forward to help get the bags secured in the back trunk. She carried a warm smile on her face, clearly relieved to see us return safe and sound from neutral territory.

Hana and Mary had already climbed out of the back of the vehicle, and both of them came rushing forward to wrap their arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. Mary firmly held me against her chest, her voice shaking slightly as she whispered, "Rick, these last two weeks without you have really been hard on me?! I have never had you gone this long."

I leaned in to kiss her lips deeply because I could hear a raw desperation in her voice from not having me around. This was officially the single longest period in both our lives that we had ever spent separated from each other. I then turned to kiss Hana who was waiting patiently by her side, before looking down at the two very pregnant women.

"The others are in the car already, let's get warm. I promise, you two can have me tonight, so just calm down, alright? We have to drop Victoria and Lucy off at the Velvet Tower first." I remarked softly, guiding them back inside the heated chassis.

Then on this crisp Sunday morning, our family vehicle left the busy port docks for home.

Arriving back at the mansion, the front doors swung open, and I was immediately greeted by the familiar sight of Nadia, Nichole, and Linda waiting in the foyer. Both Jenifer and Tina were currently tied up at the Fire Birds Tower completing some urgent syndicate work, but they had already called to confirm they would be home in time for family dinner.

Nichole stepped up to hold back her sister for a moment, giving me space as I leaned forward to hug and kiss the very pregnant Linda. Then the very second I stepped past the threshold, the energetic twins descended on me, grabbing my arms and dragging me straight to the central couch for a formal family gathering.

Linda looked up at me with her usual expressionless face, though a faint glint of amusement danced in her eyes as she announced, "I told father and mother about our child. Father and mother both scolded me lightly, but then father said to the both of us privately, 'good job.'"

Linda's shifting eyes made it completely clear that she was incredibly proud to stick it to her highly opportunist mother.

Then Mary leaned back against the cushions, clearing her throat to tell me something interesting that had developed within the department. "Sargent is retiring next summer, and I am one of the candidates for the open Sargent position. But..."

I looked over at her face, gesturing with my hand for her to continue her thought.

"Having a second child right away might be a problem for the board. I have to choose one and delay the other." Mary explained, her brow furrowing slightly.

I could easily see her professional dilemma, knowing this specific crossroads carried many good and bad possibilities for her career track.

"Well, you can have one baby now, be a Sargent, then have another later. Or you stay a detective or quit and have another child. But if you want to be a Sargent, how often will that position open for you? Ten or fifteen years?" I calculated logically.

Mary bit her lip, looking up at me with a sudden wave of insecurity. "But Rick, won't you be disappointed if I wait for our second child?"

Hearing her seriously ask me if I would be disappointed if she had to wait for another child caused even Linda's lips to twitch in silent amusement.

Every single woman currently sitting here in this living room was already heavily pregnant with my child. Mary then realized the complete structural absurdity of her own anxious thoughts, coughing quickly to clear her throat before she smiled and said, "I was just joking, ha-ha! But can I take the position if it is offered, Rick?"

I reached out, squeezing her shoulder to offer my firm affirmation. "Mary, I only want you to be happy, and that has always been my dream for you forever, so I will lovingly support anything you want to do, even if it means more kids."

Mary hugged me tight against her chest, leaning up to whisper directly into my ear, "You always know how to make my heart feel alive, mwah, oh and Hana and I will team up just for tonight, fufu." while casting a look across the room.

Holy shit. This was officially the first time ever that these two particular women were going to willingly share my presence inside the exact same bed.

Hana noticed the completely stunned look freezing my face, simply smiling as she took a slow sip from her glass of warm-milk. Her steady eyes said, yes, the deal was sealed.

Then Nichole shifted the conversation, informing me of all the corporate and social events that had been going on at the University while I was away on the island. Nadia then leaned over my shoulder, sharing something interesting regarding what the two of them wanted to pursue for their advanced Law Majors.

"Rickey, sister and I are thinking of our families future, and the two of us have decided to split our specialties. I am going into Defense Law because my Ricky is a troublemaker, and Nichole will go into Business Law because she is good with numbers, so what do you think dear?" Nadia questioned, a teasing smirk on her lips.

I looked back at both of my beautiful con-women, nodding slowly at their completely unexpected choice of career tracks.

"You two doing different paths really surprises me, and I think it is fantastic that you each have your own path. No seriously, I am proud of both of you and support it. But why do I think Nadia is jinxing me thinking she will get more time with me in trouble?!" I laughed out loud.

Nadia leaned in even closer, her breath warm against my neck as she whispered, "Because I know my Ricky's nature the most, and my Ricky can't avoid trouble if you want too, fufu." right before she slid away.

She playfully kissed and licked the edge of my ear before sitting back down on her cushion, her hand resting comfortably over her expanding belly.

Hana then set her glass down on the coffee table, dropping her own professional thoughts on me.

"Honey, next school year, I am going to take some supplement classes at Star University to become a pediatrician. Are you fine with that? Our family is doing well financially, so I would like to leave the ER. My hospital is fine with it, since I will be a student working there anyway. It will be only one year of study?" Hana explained, her expression shifting slightly.

Hana grew visibly worried when she noticed my face go completely strange and quiet, prompting her to lean forward and ask, "Honey, what is wrong, is it no good?"

"No, everything is great if... Please don't wear miniskirts to University." I grumbled out, my protective instincts flaring up.

Hana instantly covered her pretty mouth with her fingers, her eyes lighting up with genuine happiness. She offered a compliant nod to my worried face and told me, "At work, and University, I will only wear knee-length as a mother and wife, but outside of that, Ufufu."

"Perfect! I have to chase off too many dudes as it is with just Linda, Tina, and you twins, sigh." I muttered, leaning back against the couch.

And until Tina and Jenifer finally returned home from the syndicate tower, I spent the rest of the afternoon happily catching up on all of the wild soap-opera drama I had missed while away on the cruise!

Finally, the night hours arrived, marking my designated time with both Hana and Mary. I found myself having my hands completely full literally, as the two passionate women thoroughly showed me exactly how much they had missed my touch over the last two weeks.

Mary was still only able to have non-penetration sex due to her pregnancy, but Hana gladly picked up that slack for her. The two of us moved together in a rhythm born from weeks of separation, and I just loved the two women completely until we all fell asleep tangled up in one another's arms.

As I finally fell asleep under the warm blankets, a sudden realization hit my drifting mind. Fuck, I have both of the twins scheduled for tomorrow night!

Damn, I am definitely going to be sleepy after handling those two energetic con-women. Maybe they will be gentle on me and just want to cuddle for once?

Well, there are just two more weeks left until winter break starts at the University, and then one more week after that until the New Years Blast event kicks off! Oh, that is right!

Kate Kong is officially scheduled to sing live at the big ass event I am going to!

I am absolutely going to have to ask her for an autograph when I see her performance!