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The Cops' New Toys

A Police Corruption and Mafia story by:

Marciana Abbatelli (Marci) & Ra'Arsenio Basilio (Arsen)

Part 4: Alone Time

Once they were alone, she gave Arsen a look, then turned to the computer, her voice soft so they wouldn't be overheard. “You knew what Papai had in mind, didn't you?" Her back was straight as a rod, a sure sign she was upset about something. “Yet you kept it from me. Yet I am a key part of everything. I do not appreciate being treated as if I do not have a brain."

Ahhh. She was upset. He might have expected as much. After all, the announcement was sudden, and he hadn't bothered to tell her about it. He nodded, “Yes, I knew." His voice was also soft, keeping the discussion private. “It was I that proposed the idea, in exchange for my intelligence and my help. I do apologize that I kept it from you, but your father agreed and I thought that if he wished you to know, he would have spoken about it to you." He glanced toward the door, then toward her. He hesitated a moment to put his paw on her, but then went for it, reaching out to place a paw on her shoulder and turn her around. The pressure was insistent, firm, but not overly rough.

“Marciana," he said her name to get her attention, to make her look at him. “I wanted you from the moment I saw your picture and learned about you. Something about you drew me in and you were part of the reason that I chose your father to come to with my offers of assistance. I apologize if I belittled you by way of not divulging my dealings with your father. But I will not be dissuaded now from marrying you."

His words, in turn,calmed her about what hadn't been said prior and pissed her off even more. “First you apologize for not telling me about what was going to happen, then you nearly insult me about the wedding? Papai said I was to marry you, and marry you I will." She turned back to the computer and opened up a word document for her mother. “First things first, I told you that I figured I would be getting married in the Basilica di San Nicola. Is that good for you, or do you have somewhere else you prefer? As for the reception and wedding night, I figured the resort would be the best place and we could use the room I showed you earlier. But I didn't know if you had someplace in mind for the actual honeymoon." She peered up at him as she wrote in the document the things she knew they needed ASAP. “Also, do you have a preference on wedding gown styles? Or do you want me to surprise you with the gown?"

An eyebrow quirked as she seemed to calm, and then bristled again. He sighed and then chuckled to himself. His choice of words were not the best, perhaps, and after she turned back to the computer he leaned against the bookcase just to the side of the computer desk and crossed his arms. “That's not what I meant," he stated, his voice low. “I did not think that you would call the wedding off, I was simply stating my absolute desire to marry you. I didn't want you to think me insincere because I hadn't spoken to you about it." He clarified his meanings and then finally got to her questions, “The Basilica will be fine. I would like to have a tour of it before hand, but yes, that will be fine."

“As for a honeymoon...is there anywhere that you wish to travel? Somewhere you have always longed to go? I have been to a great many places for my job, so the urge to travel is perhaps less to me. Yet I would love to see you amongst the beauty of exotic places," he grinned. “If you have ideas for gown styles I will look at them, but I have always felt that the final design should be the bride's choice."

Listening to him, she let his words sink in fully. He'd wanted her from the first time he saw a picture of her? “Which picture of me was it?" She turned to face him again, the hurt look on her face disappearing slowly. “Next time, please, talk to me. If it is something as life changing as marriage, I would like to know, and be consulted. As you can tell, surprises like that just….. Rub me the wrong way."

“I have a few ideas for the wedding gown, and I'm willing to add in details you might like. But the one thing I have to have in my wedding gown is a long train. Being married in the Basilica just screams for a long train, almost as much as being married in the Vatican does. And my gown will be white. No sex until the wedding night," she decreed, turning back to the computer and pulling up some famous designers.

She easily found three gorgeous designer gowns, then struggled to make a decision between them. “Take a look at these three. They're all by the same designer, but I can't make a decision between them," she said, before leaning back in the chair to let him look at the three gowns and give his input on the decision. She thought about where she might want to go for their honeymoon, then shrugged. “I can't pick just one place out that I'd love to go to. St. Petersburg, Moscow, Paris, London, Tokyo, Rio…. They all sound like fun places to visit. I really want to go to Rio during Carnival. It's the only time I haven't been there, since Mamãe is from that area."

Arsen seemed to have managed to calm her down anyway, and explained himself enough that she realized he hadn't meant anything insulting by his words. He now stepped around her so that he could look over her shoulder at the computer screen while she worked on finding a dress that she liked. “I agree that a long train seems to be fitting for a setting as grand as the Basilica," he said as a smirk appeared on his face at her words about sex. “No sex of any kind?" he whispered, playfully inquiring after her decree to see how far it actually went.

“For the gowns. I like them all as well. I believe that the first seems to be the most fitting for the setting. Why don't you use the second for the reception afterward. It is slightly more risque and that seems to be more agreeable with a reception-like setting." He shrugged, “The third would just look beautiful on you. Why don't you just buy it and wear it on some suitable occasion?" Arsen looked down at her, “Going to Rio during Carnival, I think, can be arranged. Rio is one place that I have never been. However the Carnival is held in February, so we would have to wait to visit there. And no one said that a honeymoon has to be confined to one place. Many couples take cruises, or travel the world. Money's no object. I have a tidy sum saved away."

She leaned back and listened to his opinions on the dresses and makes a note for her mother about all three of them. She lifted her muzzle and her cheek rubbed against his. “I want to be a virgin on our wedding night. If you know of something that we can do before that, you might be able to convince me." She gave a gentle nip at the tip of his nose. “But I don't want you thinking I'm an easy piece of tail." She turned her attention back to the computer and pulled up florists. “I adore this bouquet, if you're not allergic to roses or orchids. And we can do the rest of the theme in white and blue for the flowers. Bridesmaids get blue dresses, while the maid of honor can wear something in the darker shade of blue. And our mothers could wear royal purple."

His nose rubbed back along the side of her face, affection in both of their movements. His paw went to her shoulder and gave it a squeeze, “I know many things we might try. Six weeks is a long time to wait. But if wait I must, you will be worth it." the words were quiet but he in turn licked the end of her nose and purred to her, then smiled and turned to look at the computer, “No abnormal allergies that I know about. I do get sneezy when I'm around too much dust or lots of pollen." he smirked, and then nodded, “For the wedding day I will wear a black or deep blue tuxedo then?"

“Deep royal blue, like the petals of some of these orchids," she said, making notes of everything chosen, then shutting down the computer. “I think that's a lot of what we needed chosen. Mamãe will get in touch with the designers and have them come out to start work on the dresses. But she suggested I take the time between now and our wedding to get to know you some, and to let you get to know me, so that our marriage will be smooth. Why don't I show you around the house some before we retire for the night. You might meet your soon-to-be brothers-in-law while we walk around. Or we could take a stroll outside and get to know each other some more." Her eyes flashed, but it seemed to be a more playful look in her eyes. “You still haven't told me which picture of me was the one that caught your attention."

The white-furred serval nodded his head at her suggestion of which color to use for the tux when the time came. He stood straight and stretched a little bit, rolling his shoulders. He smiled down at her and inclined his head, “Probably a good idea...since we only met today and all." A warm laugh came from him, and he offered her his paw to help her up from the chair, “I suppose I should meet your four brothers, just so we can get any death threats out of the way right off. Strolling outside beneath the moonlight is also appealing."

“As for the photo. You would be surprised how many photos of you and the family we have in the databases….but the one that caught my attention. You were in a white summer dress that came down to above your knees but below your hips. You had one of those large hats on your head." he gestured with a hand, “And heels. Gold heels. Also a bracelet of some kind, and a necklace that dipped down pretty far. I believe it was taken outside of a boutique in Rome. it was taken from straight across the street, in a cafe." He shrugged.

She slipped her paw into his as he helped her up. She headed towards the front door and they made it outside with ease. “Tomorrow is early enough to meet the Masters of Disaster, as I call the four of them. But there is never going to be another first night or first date."

Hearing the details of the picture, she paused and looked up at him. “Just how long has my family been under surveillance? I haven't worn that since I was 16!" She thought back to that day and chuckled. “It was Florence. Papai had some business to attend to and Mamãe and I had just left the Ferragamo boutique there with a few pairs of sunglasses each, as well as other accessories."

“But Mamãe and I were waiting for the following week for our major shopping trip. We always went to Milan's fashion week, then hit the stores to get all the new clothes, shoes and various accessories. Not to mention we bought for Papai and the boys while at Milan's Fashion Week too."

They stepped out the front doors of the villa and onto the steps that led down to a sidewalk, heading both left and right into the grounds. They turned to the right and began to walk along, paw in paw, while they spoke. The moon was bright overhead, and very large, illuminating their path so that they could easily have seen where they were going even without the enhanced eyesight of their respective species. A cool night breeze shifted Arsen's fur and hair, and made her dress swish around her legs.

“Interpol has been keeping an eye on your family for quite some time. They suspect that your father is involved in illegal dealings across Europe, but they cannot prove anything. Frankly it's a rather thin sort of suspicion, since the family trades all across the world, and especially in Europe, with olives, olive oil, wine, etc. So they told me to 'get close' to the family," he paused and chuckled. “That makes it sound like this marriage is purely fake. No, this is all real. They didn't tell me how to get close, and when I saw you…" Arsen shrugged.

“Either way, there was something about that photo of you that caught my attention, and has held it ever since."

Her head sucked as she heard that he was told to get close to the family, but his next words brought her head back up. “So I intrigued you? But the question is, will that intrigue keep us together for a long time? Or will your interest peter out now that you have me?" She looked out over the land, slightly lost in her thoughts as they walked.

“It's hard to really express," he stated as they passed out of the range of the house lights and along one of the paths that led into the grounds. “I would say it was more than intriguing. It was a draw. Like I knew then that I wanted to get to know you, and I wanted to..to make you mine. If that makes sense. It's like the tales and legends that you hear as a child about 'love at first sight'?" He shook his white-furred head, “It sounds ridiculous."

“My parents are proof that 'love at first sight' exists and works," she said softly, her paw moving to rest on his arm as she stopped and turned towards him. Lifting her face, she smiled at him tenderly, her free paw moving to stroke his cheek. “Nothing about true love is ridiculous." Sighing softly, she lowered her face, looking to the side before bringing her eyes back to his. “I didn't get that feeling, but I was focused on it being a working meeting, not a date. And I never did date much. I knew my marriage was going to be arranged by mio padre, so I never bothered. Instead, I threw myself into my lessons and then my resort. Papai talked to me about the family businesses all the time, since he knew I had a good head on my shoulders. But even then, he knew that my husband would be the one taking over the businesses when the time came. Because that's how the family runs."

“From what you mentioned about your parents, I imagine that you are a firm believer in 'love at first sight', it's just strange when it happens to you." He said softly, then turned when she paused and looked up at him. He was taller than she and tilted his head downward when she touched his face and along his cheek, “It's alright. But. Tell me that I'm lying if I say that you felt something when I touched you in the restaurant. You felt a…spark" he clicked his fingers together and his tail twitched when he said the word, “You know that I have no intention of pushing you out of the business entirely. You know far more about it than I do. I will be adding my own activities to the business myself, and so I will certainly need your help in taking care of everything." He reached up and stroked her hair with his paw.

“I did feel a spark. When you reached out to stop me from getting up. I loved having dinner with you, and getting to order for us," she said softly, the twinkle coming back to her eyes. “Somehow, I don't see you doing that often," she teased him, then gently tugged him to a stone bench they could sit at. “I think we should do without the formality of names now that we're betrothed. Please, call me Marci. My family and a few close friends call me that. May I call you Arsen, or do you prefer Ra'Arsenio?"

Arsen smiled. So he had been right when he detected the fact that she had felt something at the restaurant. He chuckled softly, “No, I am usually the one putting myself forward and taking charge of whatever situation I'm in. But, it was your restaurant, and you would know the food better. Besides, I wanted to impress with my manners and let the lady order first." He smiled, and his eyes twinkled to say that he was only teasing her.

They sat and he turned slightly on the bench to better face her while they talked. “Marci. I like that. And you may call me Arsen of course. I prefer it for my close friends, family. The 'Ra' is a familial title from Africa. It was traditionally a status symbol reserved for the ruling family of a tribe. All the males would have it in front of their names. I use it in most formal contexts. Less formal may drop the 'Ra', but only those closest to me may use 'Arsen'. I would hazard to say that you are soon to be the closest to me of all."

“Arsen, I let you in on something that I don't tell anyone, even the guards that have known me since I was much younger. Adriano still hasn't figured out how to read me and he's been guarding me since… forever… All the responsibility of the family businesses as well as my own can be too much for me at times. It's why I try to steal spare time in the coral reef room." She looked down for a moment, then back up at Arsen. “But in all honesty, I'm scared. I'm scared to fail as a wife. Scared to fail as the head of the businesses. I want to make you the happiest male in the world, but I'm scared I'll fail at that too."

“Marci, have you ever failed at something, that you need be fearful of it?" He asked softly, “Everyone has made mistakes in their life. Being fearful is natural, but the problem comes when you let that fear harm you. I know that sounds cliche, but it's true." He smiled at her and leaned in to stroke her face with his paw, then press his forehead to hers gently for a moment, “You will have me to lean on now. I will support you, and you will support me. I will take charge where necessary, but how can you fail at something that you never try? I may have peculiarities. Maybe I'll want things 'just so' in certain areas. But you'll learn those areas and you'll do fine." A playful smirk appeared on his features, “And if you make a mistake, I'll just spank that cute bottom of yours."

She shook her head as she looked up into his golden eyes. At least that's how they looked to her under the moonlight. “I never failed anything, which I think is why I'm scared to fail. Everytime something comes up that I could even remotely fail at, I push myself harder than I probably should so I won't fail. I've made mistakes, but never once have I failed. Even when it came to my schooling, if I made a mistake on homework, I made sure to study it harder than the rest so I wouldn't make that mistake again on the tests. I pushed myself into straight A's in everything I did."

She sighed softly, slipping closer to him and snuggling against his side. “I get that we'll have to adjust a bit to each other. Mamãe told me to use the time between now and our wedding to get to know you, to learn these 'peculiarities' that you might have, and figure out the best way to work with them, or whatever." A soft growling chuckle escaped her at his last words and she playfully nipped his nose. “And maybe I like being spanked. I don't know. I guess we'll have to find out."

“Failure isn't something to be afraid of," he said with a shrug. “It's something you should learn from instead. Thomas Edison failed 2000 times to make the lightbulb. But he said, 'I didn't fail, I found out 2000 ways NOT to make a lightbulb'." He smiled, “I just mean, don't worry so much that you worry yourself sick. Just stay calm." He rubbed her shoulder with his paw and then welcomed her as she scooted closer to his body. His paw slipped around her shoulder and held her close. “Part of being married is growing to know one another. So yeah, we should take this time we have to understand one another, but a bunch of it will only come when we're actually married and living together."

His tongue passed over his lips. “As for spanking...well we'll have to find out, won't we? When that happens is up to you. Push me too far and I'll take you over my knee without a warning," he winked.

She leaned against him, as his paw moved to slide over her shoulders and he held her by him. Looking up at him, she wagged her tail slowly as she considered her question. “Have you ever failed at anything? Anything at all?" She lifted her hindpaws and tucked them under her as she curled up by his side, enjoying the night and his company. She knew that soon enough, they would go inside, and unless he wanted to sleep at the other end of the hallway from her, he'd be sharing her room. And her bed. But he said he wanted to teach her some things. And as long as there was no vaginal penetration before the wedding, she was fine with anything he wanted to do.

“Sure," Arsen admitted as she leaned into him and he rubbed her shoulder softly. “I failed my driver's test twice. I almost failed my Interpol entrance exam." He sighed, “The very first case I was on, I was paired with this hardened SOB named Fredricks. We had gotten some delicate information about a terrorist that we believed was responsible for various acts of mayhem. It was entrusted to me to get it back to our headquarters. I was mugged and lost the data. Felt like shit for a month and was stuck shoveling paperwork."

Glancing down at her, “Everyone fails sometimes. You pick your ass up, dust it off, and move on. Shit happens."

She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “And did that turn your sights to where they are now? Getting in with a top Mafia family and marrying their only daughter. I know you wouldn't want Interpol to bring you down for being married to me, so what are your real plans after the wedding?" She playfully tapped his nose with a finger. “I always know when there's a catch to things, or something not said."

“Not quite," he shook his head but gave her a small smile. “I was pretty disheartened but I bounced back pretty quick. After that I threw myself into the work and tried to really make a go of it. I did pretty well, or so I thought. But as the years passed, things started to feel kinda futile. The brass gets all the credit and us agents we get all the dirty work. It's not the glamor of the movies. We're in the trenches risking our lives and our bosses pull down six or 7 figure salaries. Pretty soon I saw the real deal. You don't get rich in this business going straight, and you can't really make a difference."

He sighed and some anger flashed on his face. “The real kicker came when they nearly washed me up because I almost blew the lid off of a cozy little profit vehicle that one of our bosses had running. I was this close," his fingers were held less than an inch apart, “to having him thrown in the slammer for life when he got wind and sent some agents after me. I was almost killed. One of my good buddies got me transferred and smoothed things over. And that's when I realized. To hell with them and their rules. I'm not going to let the system use me any more. Fuck them. I'm loyal to those that are loyal to me, and they aren't. So, I'll use them. I'll milk them for my connections and I'll keep the ties with the guys that have proven that they can be trusted. I'll even bust the terrorists and the mass murders and killers, cause I don't go for that shit. But I'll be damned if I'm going to let them run me over one more time." He sucked in a breath and realized he was ranting, “Sorry. Got carried away. I'm just disillusioned with the whole thing. I want more from this world and it's time I reached out my paws for it."

“I told your father about my plans. I suppose I should tell you too."

She lifted her muzzle and lightly kissed his, then ducked her head. “I suppose you should too. After all, Papai might run the family for now, but he is not the one that will be sharing your bed," she said saucily after getting over her slight embarrassment. She'd never been so forward as to kiss a male before. At least one that isn't related to her. “Loyalty and respect belong to those that have earned it, unless they happen to be your parents. They never have to earn it from you."

He smiled as she kissed him, and his mouth moved against her for a small moment before she pulled back. He chuckled, “No, he won't. I much prefer you to have that honor." He shook his head and then nodded again, “I plan to run a prostitution ring." He said, “that's putting it plainly. Passing girls from the west to the east, and from the east to the west. We will, of course, offer locations here in Italy where prime women can be found as well. Women that are far above the quality of the normal whores who are addicts or worn out."

The feel of that small movement of his mouth against hers sent small jolts through her. “And I suppose you'll have to test these… whores out, too, right?" From the sound of her voice, it was obvious that she didn't like the idea, but she also knew that the males were in charge of the family and the businesses, even if femmes said otherwise. “Two rules, if possible. One - no fucking other femmes in our bed. Two - I want to know who she is and how you're testing her - by being there, either in person or on a video call."

He half expected some kind of protest. Some kind of reasoning that adding prostitution wasn't a good plan for the family business. But he supposed, in hindsight, that she was raised to trust the men with the running of the family business, so if he said that he wanted to have a prostitution ring, that was the way it was going to go down. He would welcome her opinions of course. Licking his lips with his rough tongue, he tilted his head and listened, “Our bed is for our use only. Any femmes I'm training will be at other locations or in other rooms." He gave her a smile and another kiss, leaning in to lick her nose and muzzle, “As for the second rule, I'm almost surprised you would want to watch….But that might actually be fun…" He smirked.

“Normally, I doubt I would be, but some whores might get the wrong idea. Just cause you're fucking them doesn't mean they're going to get a free pass. You'll, hopefully, be a married male before the ring is ready to go. And I don't want our honeymoon to be working honeymoon. That's our private time." She lifted her eyes to look up at the stars for a moment, then slid her hindpaws out from under her. “Let's head inside. Papai told me to either set you up in the spare room or in with one of the boys or in my room. The spare room is at the far end of the hall from mine. And the boys will pester you, either when you're trying to get to sleep or before you're ready to wake up. That leaves my room. Personally, I'm nervous, but I want you to start teaching me."

“I think that you're somewhat curious about how it's going to go down. And that's ok. I feel that most marriages fall apart because of secrets between the husband and wife. I don't want secrets between us. So I think I want you there. I want you to see me training them." He was looking at her the entire time, thinking about her request, wondering how she would handle seeing him plowing some whores. If she would get jealous, and if that would make their own sex life all the better. He glanced around and then back at her and smiled. “I would prefer your room, my darling," he said with a warm, deep purr. His paw on her shoulder touched up and down a moment, then he stood and helped her off of the bench. “Let us commence your education."

She didn't know how she would feel when she saw him fucking the whores, but she had been raised to stand by her male. And if that meant watching him fuck whores, then she would do it. Besides, she knew where he would be waking up in the mornings. And it wouldn't be with them. Once she was on her hindpaws, her smaller paw in his larger one, she gave her hips a shake and the dress settled back down where it belonged. With everything where it belonged, she slipped under his arm and slid her arm around his waist.