Chapter 1

"So how'd it go?"

"Alright. I won."

"Yeah, I know. I meant like...how the fight go?"

"What do you want me to say Oscar? That I won every round? The guy was sloppy and I'm the best?"

There was a moment of silence as we heard the sound of the car driving through the dark night. "No...well...no...maybe," Oscar said sadly. "Sorry, King, just trying to spark some conversation."

"Nah, it's alright Oscar. Boxing hasn't been treating me that right anymore. Might need to find another hobby soon," I sighed pensively as I started to recline in my seat and stare out the window.

"You still in the mood to talk to the Boss?"

"If it means that I might be able to get off my ass and do a job for once, then for sure."

As we rolled to a stop at a red light, the stocky rottweiler bodyguard chuckled at the doberman's response. "Man, do you ever change? You should be more like your brother for once. Walking around, getting the ladies, enjoying life. Most people wouldn't take up boxing as a pastime y'know."

I scoffed at Oscar's remark. "Yeah, and how much does that help the family? Just because business has been booming for now doesn't mean it will be in the near future."

"Whatever you say, King."

The car rolled to a stop now at our destination: the Luciano Family Mansion, home of one of the biggest mafias in New Kroy City. Despite our appearance as a normal shipping company, our warehouse is a hub for one the most powerful crime syndicates in the 21st century. Our work is usual mafia business: drug trafficking, smuggling, gambling, the usual stuff. As for me, well, I'm the son of the boss, Ronald Luciano. I wouldn't say that this was my dream career path, but it gets me money and who can say no to that. Although the media would want to paint us as monsters, we aren't that bad...mostly.

Regardless, our family of dobermans has been running the scene here for quite some time, and even with the growth of technology, we've managed to keep up with the times. To the point where our business has expanded into territories like hacking and investing that don't seem like typical mafia things. But that's how it is in NKC, if you don't adapt, you become history. New Kroy City is still one of the few places in Murina where the police and government don't involve themselves unless they want a political and economic crisis.

As I exited the car with my gym bag and gear, Oscar yelled back to me, "Let me know if you need help with the next job. I'm always available, chief!"

"Sure, you're the guy, big O," I responded with a smile.

Entering through the mansion's large double doors, I entered the foyer and walked up the stairs to my father's home office, but I decided to take a shower since I probably smelled and looked like shit. After dropping all my stuff in my room, I headed to the bathroom and stripped. Looking at myself in the mirror, I could see the one good hit the tiger Gonzalez landed on my jaw. Otherwise, I was looking at what many would consider a good-looking canine body. Deep black and chocolate brown fur, hazel eyes, strong pecs, six pack, and good overall muscled body all on a 6'3" 25-year-old doberman. Not to mention a large package that made speedo shopping for beach trips a fucking hassle. Mom wasn't kidding when she said I got the good genes and more. After a quick jump into the shower, I stood under the fur blow-dry machine, put on a casual tank top, underwear, and sweatpants, and headed off to father's office.

Now when most people think of a mafia boss, they think of a guy in a crazy expensive suit smoking a big ass cigar, and you'd be somewhat right. When he's doing the real shit, he goes out in the penguin suit, but as times have changed, so has the typical image of a mafia boss, or at the very least, my dad. When I entered the office, he was reclining in his office chair wearing a cheesy red t-shirt saying "Where do fruits go on vacation? Pear-is" and neon yellow gym shorts that clearly didn't match. All the while he was staring at a monitor, with glasses that only an older person would wear, where he was probably looking at the stock market. To say that my father was not concerned with the state of his well-being is an understatement.

"Knock-knock," I said.

"Oh, sorry King! Come in, come in son! Just looking at my portfolio for a bit, don't mind me," father said with a big smile. "I heard you won again, this time it was pretty one-sided. Told you that no one in your weight class stood a chance! Might need to find a new hobby, maybe something like fencing? Oh, and not the illegal kind, I meant like actual fencing, y'know? The one with swords and shit?"

I shook my head and gave him a disappointed look. "Even if I wanted to, I don't think my body is meant for such an agile sport. No thanks, I still enjoy boxing, just think I need to wait till some new competition comes by, or when the bigger circuits get planned."

Dad chuckled at my nonchalant behavior. After some awkward silence, he broke it with the usual question I hate. "So... find any... guys you like recently?" he said while giving me a smile that a high school drama queen would give. I responded with a scowl.

I came out to my father quite a while ago, and he took it in a way you wouldn't expect from a usual dad. He's always been sort of a "trendy" guy, liking to go to new restaurants or listening to music that he'll never understand. So when he found out one of his sons was gay, I'm pretty sure he was probably happier than I was. Although there are sometimes (such as now) when I regret ever telling him, because he can take things too far. From trying to buy a gay night club for me on my 21st birthday to buying gay prostitutes on the birthday after. I think from that point on he took the message that I didn't want my relationship status to be another business venture for him, but that hasn't stopped him from prodding me for answers about my love life.

"Whaaaat?!? Come on son, there's got to be some person in the ring that you'd at least like to face outside of it!"

"No way, all the people I fight over there are meatheads, their lack of tactics are a sure sign of that."

"All right, all right. Just teasing you. But you should take notes from your brother and enjoy your life for a little," Dad said with a little concern in his eyes.

I gave him an incredulous look. "Why does everyone keep saying that? I'm not too focused on work and I'm still looking for a guy. And the last thing I wanna hear from your mouth is that I should be modelling myself from my brother. We both know he's been slacking with his work as of late, partying and shit on the west coast. Can we just skip the small talk and get down to business?"

Father frowned and sighed, "Fine, but after this job I want you to take some mandatory R&R, all right?"

"Sure, whatever."

Father yawned and stretched out of his chair, revealing his stout build. He still has some muscle, but over the years his middle-age years has turned him somewhat into a muscle gut. However, his face still imposes fear, and he knows how to flip the switch.

"So, let's get down to business. As you know, our main shipyard accountant was recently exposed to have been dealing with the Soo Min, feeding our financial reports and shipments. We were able to recover and deal with the Soo Min family, but this behavior was unacceptable, and he was personally... disposed of by yours truly. However, that has left a hole in our business since none of our team over there know what to do with spreadsheets and such, so we are looking for a replacement. The problem is that looking for people with financial expertise that last and grow to our needs is difficult, our previous accountant being an example of that. So I decided to look at the newer generation, namely, New Kroy University."

"What? NKU? One of the top ten business colleges in the country? How the hell are you gonna do that? No way the city will turn a blind eye to us trying to recruit college students."

Dad laughed at my genuine concern. "Sure, if you didn't know that Dean and President there didn't owe me any favors for their recent building expansions."

"Are you kidding me? You're funding colleges now? Why did you never tell me this?"

"Oh come on King. You know your little sister goes there now, and she was telling me about how rundown some of those buildings were. And what's wrong with a boss wanting to do some philanthropy once in a while?" Father said, gesturing his arms in an inquisitive manner.

"You can't call it philanthropy when those people later 'owe you some favors.' So what do you want me to do? Walk around asking people if they want to join a mafia? Still doesn't seem like a good idea," I retorted.

"That's why I have a list personally made by the dean with candidates that I'd like you to interview in a private setting. I assume you know what we're looking for in a new accountant?"

"Definitely. You want me to pick one myself or come back with good candidates?"

"You have more knowledge on the financial aspect of the company, so I'll trust your decision. Wednesday night is a good time to hold these interviews for you?" my father asked as sat back on his chair.

I nodded, "No problem with me, guess I should come up with actual interview questions, haven't done an actual honest interview in a while."

"WHAT? Are you kidding me Blake? You're just gonna pass up on this job offer?" my squirrel roommate asked in a furious tone.

"I don't know about you Jimmy, but an interview offer from the Dean about a job with no company name in the email seems kinda sketch. Not to mention that the interview takes place at 10 o'clock at night," I said while reclining on our apartment's shitty couch scrolling on my phone for Chinese takeout places.

"Since when did getting an official email from the Dean seem sketch? The address checks out, and I've heard that this offer is going out to other business students, so that rules out the possibility of the Dean wanting to murder you or something."

"Thanks, that makes me feel better," I said sarcastically.

"Oh come on Blake! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Even if the offer is sketchy, how are you gonna ignore the numbers on this? Starting pay at $30 an hour? This is unheard of for a college student. I've never heard of any part-time job offering this much," Jimmy showed me the screenshot of the email I sent him. "We both know that our recent internship last summer is not nearly enough to pay for the rest of the semester for this shitty apartment. Do your best friend a solid and take up on this offer so we don't suffer from college destitute any longer."

I groaned as I rose from the crusty couch. "Ugh, fine. But don't cry when your favorite fox friend ends up in the morgue for accepting some shady deal from the Dean. Do you want Chinese or pizza tonight?"

"Again? I think I'll just make a sandwich before I die from lack of variety."

I sighed as the girl deer nervously stepped out of the meeting room. The idea of hiring a college student seemed like a good idea on paper, but so far it was not panning out so well. Sure, many of the students had the qualifications for a standard office job, but what we were looking for students that had the balls to take a job like this but have the common sense to know not to fuck with the Luciano family. I frowned as the Dean for the business college stepped into the room.

The old sheep spoke with an embarrassed look, "I'm sorry but have none of the students been meeting your expectations?"

"Not really. I know you might be thinking that it's weird that our family has high standards for this job, but it's not that. Every student coming here could land a job at an actual business firm, but what we're looking for is a person with more...personality," I said firmly.

"Oh! Well I assure you that I can find more candidates that meet those criteria. However, I have one more candidate coming. He was a bit late in responding, but from what I've heard from students and professors, he might be what you're looking for!"

Looking up from my phone screen, I made sure that I was at the right place: Hendrix Building 305. Before entering the room, I opened the camera app to make sure I looked alright. The app opened up revealing the cute face of a slender 5'9" 20-year-old fox with blue eyes. I had orange fur with white fur that went up from my belly to under my chin, complete with the classic fox black fur that was found at the end of my limbs. After making sure my head fur looked alright, I turned the handle and entered the conference room. Before me stood Dr. Albertson and one of the most intimidating dobermans I've ever seen in my life. It took a lot of courage to not just leave right then because the danger alarms in my head were on full blast.

"Ah, Mr. Young, it's nice to see you again! Let me introduce you to Mr. Luciano," the old sheep gestured towards the giant figure sitting in the chair that I refused to believe supported his weight. "Mr. Luciano is here to offer a part time job as an accountant for his shipping company. I'll let you talk amongst yourselves now," he said as he exited the room, closing my escape from the room.

Now I'm not stupid, I know a couple things ever since I moved to NKC for college. This city is known for its organized crime, and if you live your life as an ordinary man, you'll probably never even meet someone from the mafia. But that doesn't mean I was ignorant to who those people were, and Luciano family was one name I was familiar with, as their control was right next to the University. And you wouldn't believe what generic phrase you always heard from this mafia: "don't fuck with the Luciano's". Before I had a chance to come up with a strategy, I heard the huge doberman clear his throat in front of me.

"Hello Mr. Young, would you mind taking a seat? I've heard some good things about you," said Mr. Luciano in a deep baritone voice that sent shivers down my spine.

"Oh, um...sure no problem. Hehe," I laughed half-heartedly.

"So our company is looking for an accounting intern to help us keep track of our finances, mainly our shipping inventory and records. Now with your experience with companies like Bank of Murina and Chise, I think it's safe to say that you have knowledge for this job, so what I'd like to focus on in this interview is your personality and skills. So, tell me a little about yourself."

"Well...I'm a third-year business student at New Kroy University, and as you said, I've interned at places like Bank of Murina and Chise. But in terms of personality, well, I'm a pretty chill guy who enjoys working in teams. I wouldn't exactly call myself introverted or extraverted, probably somewhere in between. I'm uh... a person who tends to get focused on work pretty easily, so it's hard to find a stopping point. And uh...I like watching Metflix?"

"Hmm...I see," the doberman muttered while typing some notes on a laptop next to time. For a gangster he looked like he typed pretty fast. Guess even mafias have to adapt with the digital age. "Good...good. Let me ask you a couple of questions. Alright, first question, have you ever held a gun?"

Wow. What an icebreaker. "Um... no?"

"Keep in mind this question is purely hypothetical. If I were to tell you that you needed to learn how to use one, would you be comfortable with that?"

"Uh, not really? I mean, I wouldn't say it's something that an accountant like me would be any good at. But, if I needed it for protection in a dangerous area, I wouldn't be opposed to learning it."

"I see," Mr. Luciana said with something that looked like a grin as he typed more on his laptop. Did I answer that right? Wait a second, this has to be some sort of test, I mean, it's the freakin mafia. Is it feeling me out? For some reason, it's kind of exhilarating to be tested like this. You know what, fuck it. My parents already hate me for being gay, might as well try to join a mafia-owned business. If I end up needing to do actual dirty work, I'm pretty sure I can just bail... right?

Mr. Luciano stopped typing and asked another question, "If you were to find a suitcase full of cash, would you return it?"

"Definitely, if there's one thing I've learned from 'No Country for Old Men', it's not to pick up large sums of money without thinking."

The doberman fake laughed and said, "Makes sense, but let's say that briefcase was meant for a rival business that caused a lot of problems for you. Would that affect your decision?"

Ok this guy is definitely feeling me out. Well, I'll just go with my gut instinct. "Well, I would probably take it for myself assuming I knew how to get away with it. Like first I would check if it had any tracking chips in it, and also make sure that the money couldn't be traced back to me. However, I have no expertise in getting away with stolen goods, so I'd probably still leave it there."

"I see, very interesting," said Mr. Luciano in what I'd assume in a pleased manner. "All right, last question, it's a bit vague and more difficult if you asked me. I want you to rank these three qualities: honesty, independence, and loyalty."

For some reason, this question that sounded like something from an actual interview seems even more difficult in the context here. I've gotten this far by my instinct, so maybe I should be honest (heh) with myself here and give what I truly believe. "For me, it's gotta be loyalty, honesty, then independence," I said confidently.

"Would you care to explain?" he asked with a serious expression.

"In my opinion, it's hard to rank both honesty and loyalty as I feel they go hand-in-hand, but loyalty is more important to me personally as I've had many moments in my life in which friends and family have turned away from the decisions I've made. So the few that have stuck with me and are loyal makes me happy. Honesty is important too, I believe that if you've made any mistakes, it's better to address them now before they get worse. Being honest with yourself is how you grow too. Independence is a good trait to have, but I believe as anthros that when we work together is when we achieve our best work."

"Very good," the doberman said as he stood up from his chair with a smirk. "Seems like our rankings are the same. I have to say I'm impressed Mr. Young; I didn't expect you to answer so well. I think it's safe to say that you pass with flying colors, and you are clearly the best man for the job." It was just then that I snapped back to reality realizing the situation I was in, before I even got to voice a rejection to his offer, the muscular male circled around me and gripped my shoulders. "I assure you that this offer is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and it would be very foolish to pass up on this job. How about you come along with me to my car, and we can drive you home. Sound good?"

"Oh, um, sure," I smiled sheepishly as I stood up from my chair with his guidance. What the hell am I doing? This was clearly not a good idea. I know I'm a bit of a thrill-seeker, but there's a difference from jumping out of an airplane with a trained professional to accepting a part-time job from the mafia. But at the same time, there's this feeling to follow this guy's demands. Shit, is this the alpha effect they talk about online? I don't even get to consider this as I suddenly realize we've already walked out onto the street towards a black luxury car while Mr. Luciano opens the backseat door and gestures for me to get inside.

I climb into the car, followed by the huge mass of the doberman who smiles devilishly at me as he closes the door. "I'm glad you took up on our company's offer. Our company has thought of adding new and young faces, you'll be a welcome addition. If I'm not mistaken, your place is at 3812 30th Street?"

"Yes, wait, how'd you know that Mr. Luciano?" I nervously responded.

"Please, call me King, we go by first name basis around here. And you should know by now that I'm a very resourceful man. Alright Oscar let's bring the smart young man back to his apartment. While we're on the way Blake, let's discuss your responsibilities."

"All right Blake, I'll personally call you when I need you. Otherwise, I'll pick you up after your last class ends at 2. And remember, don't be late," I said with a slight growl.

"Y-yes sir!" the fox yipped.

I chuckled in response. "Have a good night, Blake," I said as Oscar started driving back home.

We drove for a while before Oscar spoke up, "Didn't you know started hiring cute faces now."

I snarled, "What are you talking about?"

"What, you're telling me you didn't hire that kid because of his good looks?"

"No, he was legitimately the best candidate we had. Smart, a bit naïve, good integrity, has some balls on him, but still won't try to cross us anytime soon."

Oscar laughed. "And here I thought your hormones were getting the best of ya. But you gotta admit, he's got a good bod."

I growled, "Don't be fucking ridiculous. Who are you to say anyways? I thought you were straight."

"Sorry, just teasing you. Guess romance is still a touchy subject with you."

My eyes rolled as I could see Oscar grin in the rear-view mirror. I decided to ignore him and stare out the window for a bit. But thanks to Oscar, I couldn't get that fox out of my head. He was cute. And he was a funny guy to talk to. Not to mention his slender body and beautiful fur. Ugh, what am I thinking? I need some sleep.

As I walked out of my business marketing class, standing right in the hallway was the beast of a man standing next to the exit. Before I even got a chance to say hello, a couple of frat guys I know in my class barrel towards King, blocking my path in front of him.

"Ayo dobbie who are you? Never seen you on campus! Dude, you look huge bro!" The good-looking tiger Van yelled without a concern for others around him, which clearly bothered King, who was trying his best to fit in the crowd in his khaki shorts and striped polo.

"Nobody, back off, I'm waiting for someone," growled King.

"Woah chill man didn't mean to ruin the vibe. But let me guess, you're waiting on a broad yeah?" Van said with an unassuming smile.

Another frat guy I know, a zebra, Bren, slid into the conversation. "If you're looking for more chicks, why don't you join Alpha Kappa Nu? We could use a guy like you in our frat. Our parties are the best on campus."

King retorted, "Not interested. I've got important matters to deal with, so go bother someone else before I..."

Okay, I think now's a good time to stop this before it gets out of hand. I shoved through the crowd and nonchalantly said, "Hey King, sorry I was late, had to talk to some friends before we headed out."

"Oh shit, Blake! You know this guy? Why haven't you brought him to our parties? He looks like he plays mad good basketball!" laughed Van and his friends.

"Sorry Van, but he's actually from Columbrie Uni, he's just here to pick me up for another one of my archery club meetups, he's a family friend," I casually said hoping King would play along.

"Ay no problem, man! But we don't mind letting people in from off-campus to our parties. Just don't bring a bunch of guys with you if you do!" replied Bren.

King ignored them as he grabbed my shoulder and guided me outside the building towards the parking lot. We walked towards a silver car different from yesterday and he opened up the passenger door for me. Huh, guess no chauffeur for today. I feel like I just dodged a bullet back there, and he acts like nothing happened. As he hopped into the driver's seat, I grumbled, "You didn't have to stand outside my class. I wasn't going to bail on you or anything."

King snorted, "Trust me, I had things handled. Those types of guys just get on my nerves."

I wanted to point out his bad attitude, but then I reminded myself of the situation I was in. We continued the ride towards the shipyard that I pictured was a dark warehouse with shipping cargo with illegal goods, until King cleared his throat. "You got the message I sent last night, right?"

"Yes sir, I am to ask no questions outside of my work, stay close to the office except in the case of an emergency, and Oscar and you are the only people who should be taking me in and out the premises," I sounded off like a robot.

"Good, once we get there, I'll let you sign the papers we need to work on and I'll let you go, you did read the overview of what I want you to do with those reports, right?"

"Yes sir, they seem similar to what I've done in the past for customer invoices. Although I'm not familiar with how you want me to do the reports, and with tax season coming up, I'm not sure if I'm qualified to help you there with how little I know of your company's business this year."

"Don't worry about the tax reports, boss will probably come in and help you with those. Otherwise, just call me when you need help, I'll be nearby for the rest of the day."

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Once we got there and I signed the forms it was pretty much standard office work. Managing excel spreadsheets, printing invoices, and checking shipment details. So far being an intern for a mafia, I couldn't even tell the difference between this and regular work. The place itself was not bad either. Apparently, their company name was "East Coast Trade Company", but I'm sure that wasn't what most people called them. The office I was in was a quaint trailer that was fairly large and had everything: office desk with PC equipment, a dining table, a fridge, even a TV. The only view I had was a small window that showed the shipyard workers using various equipment loading and unloading cargo.

King came in a couple of times during my work and was surprised at how much I've done. I guess their previous accountant was not on the top of things, but to be fair, my efficiency was a surprise at every company I interned at. Guess I just have a knack of doing this sort of thing. But I knew to stay prepared, I'm working for a crime syndicate now, who knows what they'll throw at me now. I checked the clock to see it was past 8:00pm, which was the time I needed to go home, plus I was starving. I called King on the number he gave me, and no response. 10 minutes passed and I heard nothing. At this point I'm dying to leave, so I say fuck it and exit the trailer office, when I run into a pack of huskies.

"Hey, who the hell are you? You're not supposed to be here!" one of them growled. I didn't get to respond before they circled around me.

"You know this is private property, right? Kids like you should know better than sneaking around at night! Maybe we should teach 'em a lesson, yeah boys?" said a rugged black and white husky.

I was about to scream for help once as they started to close in on me, then I heard King shout "Knock it off boys! It's his first day here, don't scare him off already." After King said that, the pack started to collectively laugh.

"Damn fox looked like he was about to shit himself! Damn that was too damn funny! C'mere, we were just messing with ya!" the black and white husky laughed, and he wrapped a heavy arm around me. It took a while before they stopped and said their goodbyes, leaving King and I by ourselves.

King sighed, "Sorry about that, those guys love playing pranks no matter what. Wasn't looking at the time since the men down at the docks needed help loading." It was at this point I saw he was wearing different clothes since last time I've seen him, most likely for the labor he was doing. He was wearing a sleeveless tank top with sweatpants cut above the knee. For once I wasn't worried about whether the guy was going to kill me or not, I noticed how... sexy he looked. Not to mention how muscular he was, it's no wonder the frat guys back at university saw him as a fellow beef boy. I could still see his sweaty body too with the sun setting. And about the shorts, well, he clearly wasn't small when it came to the di-

Growl. Shit I forgot I'm hungry.

King laughed, "Sorry I forgot to feed you too this afternoon. I know it was a long first day, how about I treat you tonight?"

"Oh, sure... haha. As long as it's on you, I'm still a bit strapped on cash right now."

This new hire was sure something. Guess I do have a nose when it comes to picking new recruits. He wasn't kidding when he said that he focuses hard when working. He easily finished the starter tasks I gave him, so I had to come up with something else for him to do on the fly. Maybe getting rid of that sleazy accountant before was a blessing in disguise. Regardless, it's time to do the sweet talking. Blake was still tense working with us, he was smart enough to realize the people he's working for. Now I just need to butter him up a bit and he'll be nice and cooperative in no time.

"So... where are you taking us? It's getting late, running out of places to eat," the fox said as I drove the car around the corner.

"I'm taking you to a local diner only the real ones like me know. They got the best burgers in the Kronx."

We drove for a couple more minutes until we reached the place: Tommy's Diner. We entered through the double doors and sat down at the booth in the back. After placing our orders from the squirrel waiter, I could see that Blake was still a bit uncomfortable around me.

I cleared my throat and asked, "I never got to truly thank you for covering me back at your college. I could've dealt with those guys myself, but you did make things easier."

"Well, to be honest, I was more scared of what you were going to do rather than them," the fox responded sheepishly.

"Fair enough, but I'm more surprised by the fact that you of all people are friends with boys in fraternities. Not to be rude, but I don't see you as a person who's into typical college antics."

"You'd be right about that, but like many guys who get into frat parties, I just have connections that get me in. I'm in the archery club that's pretty big over there, and there's a couple of frat dudes in there. Since I'm one of the best in the club, the guys know me pretty well, plus I've helped them in various... activities."

"Various... activities?" I asked.

Blake slightly choked on the water he was sipping. "Well, um, I am somewhat a member at the pride club at our school, so I'm an easy connection for them to various community projects that make their chapter look more appealing."

"Pride club? Is pride an acronym or... oh... that kind of pride... I see. So, you are gay... or?"

Blake hesitantly looked at me and asked, "Um, yes. Is that, uh, a problem, sir?"

Now I was starting to fluster. "No, of course not! As tough and firm as our organization may seem, we are very accepting of people of different backgrounds and orientations. All we care about is the work that is done," I stated, trying to bring back the cool and strong demeanor I was in before. It was clear though that the awkward mood was brought back. "So you're good at archery? I thought you told me you didn't know how to handle a gun," I laughed.

"Obviously handling a gun is not the same as a bow and arrow. Even if I brought my gear to defend myself, I wouldn't even have time to do so."

"Who said anything about defending yourself?" I grinned knowingly.

Blake stammered, "Oops, did I say that?"

"Haha! Don't worry in your pretty little head about anything happening. As long as you do your job right, I'll make sure no harm comes to you."

The vulpine blushed a bit. "Oh, thank you, I'll do my best."

Our dinner arrived and we held a more casual conversation about his archery club, his roommate, and other trivial things. It was a bit of a one-sided conversation in that we were discussing things only about him, but probably because the fox was still too nervous to ask anything about me. However, that was fine, I was enjoying it, and seemed like he was too. Blake was a very charming, intelligent, and positive person. For some reason, the way he ate his food was kind of cute too. Once we finished our dinner and headed out to drop him off, I couldn't help but think about getting to know him better. What am I thinking? I've only met him for two days, there's no guarantee I'll feel the same way about him over the next weeks. And would he even be interested in a mafioso like me?

Chapter 2

"You're kidding me right? Not only are you taking part time jobs from the mafia, but now you're interested in one of their members? You're fucking crazy Blake," exclaimed Jimmy after shoving another slice of pizza in his mouth.

"Shhh! Not so loud, I told you not to tell anybody. At this rate everyone's gonna know! And c'mon Jimmy, he's a really nice guy. We practically eat dinner together every other day. Plus, this job is paying the bills better than whatever your side job is," I said nonchalantly as I was wrapping up some homework I pushed off due to my new job.

"Fine, I'll give you the job part. Trust me, I'm not gonna snitch, for your sake and my own good. However, I didn't know criminals were your type. Whatever, not like cops are any better in that sense. Is he even hot? You got any photos of him, or is he too incognito?"

"Yeah, he's a boxer at the gym down the street, and the best of his class too," I said as I showed Jimmy a photo of King in a boxing ring.

"Damn, I'm not gay like you but even I can admit he's hot. And how'd you get this picture anyway? You stalking him online or something?"

I groaned, "No, Jimmy, we've been texting since last week. He made me switch to some encrypted messenger so we could talk more privately."

Jimmy then went wide-eyed. "Wait, this is actually serious. This could actually be a thing. My best friend and roommate is in love with a guy from the mafia. This feels like a real life Metflix show or something, holy shit." I rolled my eyes at his behavior. "Dude, but like, is he gay? You told that he knew you were, but how about him? I mean, it seems like he's interested in you, but are you sure he just wants to be friends, or does he actually wanna fuck you?"

I sighed, "I don't know. He seemed awkward when we talked about the pride club stuff I do and-" Suddenly, my phone started ringing, with an anonymous number.

I smiled again at the video that Blake sent me earlier today. It was a recording of a recent archery tournament their club had, and whoever was recording it did a terrible job. For some reason, the camera wasn't focused right on the targets, and the other camera showing the archer was angled only from waist down. I was looking at a segment where he was aiming and I had a good angle of his ass. Man, I never had much time to appreciate it, but Blake had some good cake on him. Just as I exited back to the messenger, my little sister grabbed my phone right out of my hand. I growled, "Aria, give my damn phone back."

"Nuh-uh, I'm sorry but I'm convinced my older brother has been possessed or on drugs or something. For the last 10 minutes you've been smiling like a teenage girl," said Aria with slight concern.

As I rose to get up and take back my phone from her, she quickly ran to the library and locked the door. I started banging, "Dammit Aria, this isn't some kind of joke. How would you like it if I took your phone and read your shit, huh?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't like it, but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't do it without a good reason. And last time I've seen you smile is when you fake it, and you can only do that for about 5 minutes... Wait a second, Blake Young?!? The archery guy who goes to Kappa Alpha parties?" She flung the door open right in my face, which somehow hurt coming from a 5'9" slim doberman college girl.

"How the hell do you know him," I asked while feeling my snout, seeing if she broke anything.

"Um, hello? You're talking to a student government council member, so I basically know everything that happens on campus, and that includes parties. Plus, I come from a mafia family, remembering names is second nature to me. Now explain to me why you're texting a boy from my university.

I proceeded to explain the job our father made me do, and how Blake filled the role of an accountant for our shipping business. Aria sighed, "Why wasn't I told of any of this? Even if you had a dean's permission, it doesn't mean you were in the clear."

"Listen, we needed an accountant ASAP, especially since taxes are due next month, and we need some sort of evidence that we're a credible company. Just give me my phone back."

Aria handed the phone back, and asked, "Okay, but why are you texting him? It's not like you to make small talk with anybody, and a college student no less. Hm, hold on, if I remember correctly... wasn't Blake part of the pride club? So then... oh my god!" Aria's face lit up and smiled mischievously while my own face turned to a grimace. "You like him, don't you? I can't believe it, my brother finally found a boy he likes, not just a one night stand! C'mon, sit down, share the details."

"No fucking way, last person I need relationship advice from is you," I growled.

"That's fine, well, I guess I'll just walk up the stairs and tell dad that you like-"

"Grr, fuck you! Fine, I'll tell you about him, but swear to God that you aren't going to tell dad. Last thing I need is him throwing a wrench into things." I talked about who he was, what our routine after work meals and talks we're like, and the texting conversations we've had.

"King, if I'm gonna be honest, you're on the road to failure with this guy," she stated in a disappointed way.

"Like hell I am. What the hell do you know? You've dated four guys by now, and none of them panned out," I said with disinterest.

Aria frowned. "That's unfair. David lasted over a year, it wasn't my fault he went overseas. Plus, all the other guys were men I broke up with first. Regardless, my experience proves that I can give advice on how not to do things. And the number one problem I see in this relationship is you."

"Me? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Isn't it obvious? You've barely shared anything about you. All I saw in your texts was you asking questions about him, I only saw one photo of yourself, and it was a shitty one that the boxing gym took of you for promo material. If there's one thing that I don't like in relationships, it's either guys that only talk about themselves or guys that don't share anything about themselves."

"That's two things."

"Whatever, you get my point. I mean, does he even know you're gay?" I looked away and shook my head. "Exactly. Plus, the only interactions you've had is either through these casual post work meals and texting. It's time to show off. Show him the man you are, talk about your likes and dislikes, and most importantly, take him somewhere nice."

I scratched my head. "So...take him out on a date?"

"Yes you dumbass! You and dad always talk about that 'alpha shit' you need to be like at work. How about you apply that mentality to your love life? You know what, you should call him right now and ask him out on a date!"

"Now?"

She clapped her hands in glee. "Yes, now! Don't worry, I'll be quiet right here," she said as she cheerfully went over the chair next to the sofa.

"Hmph, fine, we'll see if your tactic works," I groaned as I pulled out my phone and clicked on Blake's contact.

"Um, hello? Who is this?"

"Blake, this is King."

"Hey King, is there something you forgot to tell me? If it's work-related, I'm afraid it'll have to be for later, it's getting late and I need to do my actual college work."

"No, it's not about business. I wanted to talk to you about something more important."

"Oh, uh, important? Is it bad?"

"Blake, over the past few weeks I've gotten to know you better. And to be frank, I really like you. However, I've been unfair, and you barely know me. So how about this: Saturday night, I take us both on a date, and we make it even."

"...Wait, you mean like a date, like uh, you know, um..."

"Yes, the romantic kind."

"Oh, wow, um, of course, that sounds great."

"One more question. Would you rather go somewhere nice looking over the ocean, or a place overlooking the city at night?"

"Well, honestly, going to the shipyard has made me grow tired of the ocean and water as of late, so how about a place overlooking the city?"

"Great, sounds like a date. 7 o'clock sound good to you?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Alright, I'll pick you up by then. Have a good night Blake. And make sure to wear your best outfit."

"Will do, and good night, King," I said as the call ended. I looked over at my roommate whose mouth was wide open. I rubbed the back of my head. "I guess that answers that question."

I looked at myself in the bathroom to ensure everything looked. Clean white button-up, grey pants and vest, and black bow tie and shoes. To be honest, it was by no means a fancy looking suit that he probably expected me to wear, but what is a broke college fox supposed to do about that? Sure, I already got the paycheck, but I've never been shopping for an actual suit before. Plus, I've never been on a fancy date like this before. Most of the guys I've been with were from the pride club, and none were my type. I sighed as I looked over at my phone buzzing. A text from King saying that he was here appeared. All right, here goes.

I exited the apartment complex towards the street and saw King in a red pinstripe suit, complete with a black tie and the shiniest black leather shoes I've ever seen. I was expecting him to wear the regular penguin suit like a normal mafioso does. I walked up to him feeling embarrassed of how sophisticated he looked, and how I looked like some wall street playboy. "Wow," I said, "you look like you're ready to buy the Mona Lisa."

King smirked. "This old thing? Honestly, I don't get a chance to wear this suit that often, but for this occasion, I decided to make an exception. I like the vest you're wearing. Your outfit really shows that cute body you have."

I blushed at this blunt comment. Hearing the word "cute" from a man like him just feels weird, in a good way. King started to head over to the passenger door and open it for me. This really felt surreal. After getting into the car, it was only a few moments until we were on the road towards our destination. I asked King where we were going, but he wanted to keep it a secret until we got there.

This was the first time I ever went this far into the boujee part of NKC. Fancy sports cars on every side of the street, lights illuminating the street. It wasn't long until we reached one of the skyscrapers in the middle of this busy street. King parked right in front of the building, handed the keys to the valet, and we walked into the gigantic building. I felt like I was going into a scene for some grand heist movie. After guiding me past a line and showing his I.D. to a security guard, we were escorted to a private elevator. It was pure glass, and in a matter of seconds, we were shooting towards the sky. I've never been afraid of heights, but I think I was changing my mind, until King grabbed my hand. "Scary, I know. Believe or not though, these elevators are safer than driving around on the street."

"Gee, I know. Everyone says that. It just feels weird to be standing on the equivalent of glass."

The elevator doors opened and we were greeted by a lizard waiting for us in a moody light hallway. "Greetings Mr. Luciano, we prepared the private outlook room for you and your guest. Chef Hakima will be serving you tonight personally." We were then guided to the set of double doors opening to one of the most jaw dropping rooms. The room was stylish with bamboo walls and floors, with plants and paintings all over the place. The centerpiece was the huge window overlooking the city skyline. You could see the Emperor State building and the Rook Bridge.

"Seems like I picked the right place. I heard you liked sushi, so I rented out this room from my favorite Langese restaurant," King smoothly said while moving us to the table in front of us. It was only a moment until the old shark chef came in to personally tell us the course of the meal, and to thank Mr. Luciano for his help, which I could only assume was related to "business". King and I shared some small talk concerning what work to be done and what I was doing at school. It was a short time until several sushi platters were brought to us, and I couldn't help but indulge myself. It was nothing short of perfection. King laughed at my reaction. "Bringing you here and seeing you smile is worth the price alone."

After chewing down my food, I snarked back, "Has anyone ever told you flattery gets you nowhere?"

"Sorry, I'm used to buttering up clients and new hires, not dates." We both laughed for a bit. "Now let's move onto other reason I wanted to bring you here. You got some delicious sushi, and a great view, but it's in front of an elusive man. Now let's set things straight and truly get to know each other."

Damn, I totally forgot the reason he wanted to go out on a date. It was obvious he was into me, but he wants to know how I feel. Well, time to find out. "So," I looked around to see cameras or anything of the sort, "are you really part of the mafia?"

King smirked. "That's your first question? Yes, I thought you would've known that by now. Is that a dealbreaker?"

"N-no, I just thought that we should clear the air, that's all. Feels weird playing around it all the time."

"Fair point, I guess I did stress honesty when we first met. Does it bother you that I have killed people before?"

I pondered for a bit. "Not really, I know by now that you just don't kill people at random, and you wouldn't kill a college student like me."

"Glad to know that you believe I have morals," King responded.

"I know, but hey, you were the one who brought that up, aren't I supposed to be asking the questions?" King laughed and nodded. "So, real question, is your family okay with you being, you know, gay?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be bringing you to these popular restaurants. What makes you say that?"

"Well, um, I just didn't expect it from a mafia family, no offense. Not only that, but my family isn't so accepting of who I am. That's the reason I was so keen on moving away. Just wanted to know since it seems you're a lot closer to your family than I am."

"I'm sorry to hear that Blake. You should know though that I would like to keep this relationship lowkey, not for the reason to hide you from my family, but from my father. He tends to... get carried away with things." That comment was exactly making me feel better, but I decided to trust King's judgement.

"It's alright. Okay, sorry with the serious questions. Time for some lighter ones. So, what type of movies and shows do you watch?"

"I like anime." There was a moment of silence before I burst out laughing. King growled, "What's so funny about that?"

I tried to settle down, "Sorry, sorry, absolutely nothing. It's just that you are not the first person in my mind to watch anime. Especially coming from a person who's killed people before, I thought you would say it's 'unrealistic' and 'exaggerated'."

King finished eating a sushi roll in apprehension, then stated, "Animation is meant to be unrealistic, that's what makes it appealing. The pure absurdity and craziness is what makes it so fun. Fighting and shonen anime are what made me get into boxing as a kid."

"Wow, it seems like you really enjoy it. I watch whatever appears on Metflix, so I've watched a couple of anime. Maybe you could recommend some good ones, cause the ones I watched were pretty boring."

Time flew by as we talked about anime I should watch, his boxing career, and his love for working out. It was clear that he was a down-to-earth guy, and that he wasn't the uptight mafioso I was working with before. He even shared a shitty meme with me about "alphas" that got us laughing for different reasons. At that moment, I was realizing that this could actually be a thing.

After leaving the restaurant, it took a while before we got home. Since we were more comfortable around each other, Blake decided to play some of his 80's playlist through the car speakers, and by the time we arrived at my family's mansion he was in full-on karaoke mode. "Alright, we're here."

Blake took a while to recollect himself, and look to see that we were pulling into a garage that wasn't 30th Street. "Oh, is this your place? Did you forget to drop me off or...?"

Now I was starting to become nervous. "Well, I thought that, you know, maybe you'd want to stay over tonight, if that's alright with you."

"Oh," Blake paused for a second, but then smiled. "Sure, I don't mind."

I smiled back as we walked to the door into the house, in which I scoped the inside to make sure everything was clear. "I'm gonna go ahead to make sure Dad's not home, okay?"

Blake giggled. "Reminds me of back in high school sneaking in boys, right."

"Sorry, I never finished high school."

I cleared the rooms before the staircase to the bedroom, and we snuck up to my bedroom. My room was like most in the mansion. King sized bed with standard furniture and private bathroom. My room was fairly clean except for the gym bag I threw on the ground and my laptop still out on my desk. "Damn, you sure this isn't that master bedroom," Blake asked.

"If it makes you feel better, sure," I answered with a devious grin. It was clear that Blake was getting shy again, so I closed the gap between and hugged for a bit, until nibbled on his lips and we started to kiss. I don't know how long it took until we separated to breathe, but I knew what I wanted now. "It's getting hot in here, don't you think? Let's get rid of these," I said after starting to unbutton and take off the clothes Blake was wearing.

"D-don't you think we should fold them and-"

"Trust me, after tonight, I'm going to make sure that these rags aren't gonna be the only formal wear you have in your dresser." Blake relented and helped adjust his body as I stripped him to his boxers.

"Observe," I dominantly growled as I stripped off and threw the clothes on my upper body to the floor. Blake was transfixed and couldn't keep an eye off my chest. I bounced my pecs for a bit before finally getting rid of my trousers. Clad only in underwear, I approached the small fox, making our size difference known. He looked up to me with a face mixed with excitement and fear. "Don't worry," I said, "we won't take it too far tonight."

I strolled over to the bed, making sure to show my ass and docked tail, and laid down, gesturing for the starstruck fox to come over. Like an obedient dog, he walked over to the bed and crawled towards me. Laid back with a fox hovering over me, I asked, "Why don't you take off this last obstacle, hmm?" With a silent nod, he pulled down boxers to reveal my thick sheath, already partially filled due to our makeout session, and hefty balls. With a gulp, Blake took off the boxers from my feet and lightly tossed them to the pile on the floor, and faced my package.

"Y-you're pretty big."

"As I said, we don't have to do anything, as long as you're comfortable-"

"No, no, I want to do it. Just, give me some time." Blake gulped as he readjusted himself to a more comfortable position on the bed. Then, he lowered his head to my crotch, and started licking my balls. Starting with my left, he held them like two heavy fruits and licked from one to the other. Just seeing him worship my body like this was making me crazy, it took all my effort not to grab his head and make him start sucking. With my balls' fur slick with saliva, the fox went up towards my sheath, kissing the tip that peeked out. That was enough for me to start growling and jerking forward, my cock sliding out my sheath.

Blake kept going, moving closer and putting his paws on my hips. He started to lick up and down the shaft, further eliciting moans and groans from me. It took less than a minute for my full deep red 10 inches to come out, even though my knot was frustratingly stuck in my sheath. Blake took initiative, and used one of his hands to start rolling back the remaining skin trapping my knot. When my knot was freed, I almost howled with ecstasy, trying to remain discreet in the house. "Damn, I take back saying you're pretty big, you're fucking huge," the fox panted, taking a breath to look at the beast he released.

I couldn't respond yet, I was too pent up and was waiting for his mouth to return to my cock. Letting him take some time to breathe, I propped myself up with pillows and grabbed his head, guiding him toward my erection. The fox resisted a bit, but I started scratching behind his ears, and he obediently opened his maw suck on the tapered tip. "That's it," I growled, "suck on my bone, be a nice pup, fuck yeah." I was so fucking pent up, all the dirty talk and lust starting pouring out. All I could smell was my musk, the need to shove his hot mouth down my cock. With restraint I helped Blake down my length, until he was deepthroating up to the knot. Knowing that was his limit, I eased him up, letting him breathe again before bringing back down.

It didn't take long for me to take control again and sped it up, shoving him down and up on my length. As a sign of appreciation, I caressed his face, petting him and rewarding his behaviors, which Blake responds with moans. With my tongue out and face sweating, I looked down at the fox nestled between my thighs, pistoning on my dick. He looked so sexy, being so obedient and wonderful, I couldn't help but wonder where the hell he's been my whole life. Just the sight brought me so close to the brink my cock jerked again, I was on the edge.

"God you look so fucking good, I'm about to blow. Be a good pup and take as much as you can." With that, I pushed him down on my length. Like the smart fox he was, he used both hands to grab behind my knot. My knot inflated, and I couldn't hold in the howl as I came in his hot mouth. I was so pent up that I kept shooting for so long, forcing him to swallow as much as he could before jerking up and gasping for breath as my cock sprayed across his front. After I shot my last load, Blake fell on my chest, still recovering from having a huge bone in his mouth.

"Holy shit, that was amazing," Blake whispered. "I shouldn't be surprised you like it rough, no offense. But, pup, really? I thought you'd start calling me your bitch, I'm not mad though."

I grinned as I flipped our bodies over on the bed, causing Blake to yelp. "That's because unlike bitches, little pups get rewarded for good behavior." I readjusted our bodies and so that my maw was ready to take his hard cock, tenting beneath his boxers. After stripping him of his last garment, I looked at his length. His was pink, only going as long as 4 inches. Heh, yeah, definitely a pup, I thought.

I dove down on his cock, causing him to yip and failing to prevent me from going down too hard on him. His hands went limp, forfeiting his body to me again. With that out of the way, it didn't take long before I started tasting his pre and his cock pulsated more and more. In only a couple of minutes, I had his dick shooting down my throat as I swallowed every load. Blake was in heaven, sweaty and still marked with the cum I got on him. After taking his spent dong out of my mouth, I laid back down and pulled the fox up towards me to put us in a spooning position, my sheath poking against his ass, which he didn't seem to mind. "See, good pups get rewarded," I whispered into his ears.

No response, I looked down at the fox nestled in my chest, fast asleep. Guess I really did knock him out with a blowjob. Satisfied with my work, I started to drift asleep, worrying about the mess I made until I woke up.

Chapter 3

I woke up in a daze. My throat felt like shit, but at the same time, I felt relieved. Then I realized I was no longer on the shitty old mattress I was used to, but on a comfortable king bed. Then I realized I was little spooning for a buff doberman, and it came back to me. After moving my ass a bit against the mass which was his sheath and my tail moving against him too, my date stretched as he woke up too.

"Good morning," I said as I turned around to face him.

"Morning," King yawned as he pulled me back again, pressing my face against his chest. I couldn't help but to snuggle in closer, something about being in-between those giant pecs of his was amazing. That only lasted for a minute until King pulled us out of bed. "I don't know about you, but I barely smell any fox on you, just me."

"Well, you pretty much coated me with your semen last night. Did you take some drug last night to shoot that much? I could barely handle it in my mouth."

"Sorry, haven't blown in the last two months, so I was pretty pent up. Why don't we clean ourselves up." King and I shuffled to the bathroom, and got into a glorious marble shower. I really did feel like a pup as he scrubbed my fur out as we washed off. After drying off, we exited the bathroom to hear a loud knocking against the bedroom door.

"King, get up, it's almost 11! Time for some good ol' Sunday brunch made by yours truly," a deep voice resonated behind the door, which I assumed was none other than the boss Luciano himself.

"Shit!" King hissed. "We slept for that long. I need to sneak you out. Here, I'll give you some of my tight clothes so I can get you out." King sprinted to his dresser, searching to find clothes that would somewhat fit me. Somehow, he found shorts and a shirt that fit me somehow, but I was wearing no shoes and last night's underwear. "Come on, let's go before he gets suspicious, usually I don't sleep this late."

We stealthy exited the room and went down the stairs. We reached the foyer that opened various hallways.

"You remember where the garage is?" King silently asked.

"Yeah," I whispered.

"Okay, I'm gonna go to the kitchen to distract my dad, while you go to the garage and wait behind the car until I get there. I'm just gonna make an excuse that I forgot to drop something off and get back to you soon, cool?"

"Yeah."

We split up, and I quickly sneaked my way down the hall to where I remembered the garage. Just when I reached for the doorknob, strong hands spun me around and grabbed my neck and shoulder.

"Who the hell are you?!?" Growled the face in front me, none other than the man we were trying to avoid.

"U-um-um-"

"Answer me god dammit," shouted the angry doberman as he shoved a spatula to my throat. For someone who was wearing only shorts and an apron on, King's dad looked intimidating.

"I-I-I," I stammered when I felt the angry dad start to press even harder against my throat. In the corner of my eye, I saw King wrap around the corner.

"Wait, dad, chill out. He's a friend who came over," King said while rushing over to stop Mr. Luciano.

"I was up this morning early, I didn't hear or see anyone come in."

"Actually he came over last night... it was late so I offered him to sleep here tonight."

Mr. Luciano paused for a moment, spatula still angled towards me. "Now that you mention it, he's wearing some of your clothes." He then put the spatula back in the pocket of his apron to manhandle me closer to him, as he started sniffing me deeply.

King growled. "What the hell are you doing?!?"

"And I can smell your scent all over him, not just on your clothes. Hmm... I see," Mr. Luciano hummed as he stroked his grey fur on his chin. "So my son has brought over a cute little boy without telling me, and tries to sneak him away in the morning. Now why wouldn't he want me to know hmm? Answer me that, fox," he asked with a devilish smile.

"Yeah, um, you see, sir, that uh, well, I was an old friend King knew back in the day and, um, I asked if I could stay overnight for a road trip-"

The middle-aged doberman burst out laughing. "Bahaha, you're such a shitty liar! If anything, you just proved my suspicions. But at least you didn't squeal the truth out like a child. That means you're a good man, I knew my boy had good tastes." Mr. Luciano kept laughing as I looked away in embarrassment, King looked mildly annoyed that his secret was out so soon. Mr. Luciano patted my back, "I apologize for treating you so roughly on your first visit. How about you join us for our family brunch?"

As the older male sauntered off to the kitchen, King and I were left alone in the embarrassing scenario. It took a second before I apologized, "Sorry I got caught like that so easily. I was lying too when I said I snuck into houses in high school."

He sighed, "No, I should've checked the kitchen first before I let you go. Now you know why I didn't want to talk with my father about this. Let's just humor my father for a bit and I can drive you home after he's had his fun." I nodded and we walked to the kitchen. Before entering the room, King whispered to me, "I'm glad you didn't spell the truth out though, but you should try to learn to lie better."

We entered the room to see Mr. Luciano in his apron, which was way too tight on him, flipping pancakes on a griddle, while another family member was messing around on they're phone, who I recognized as Aria from some of the parties I've been to. She looked up at us with a smile and said, "I was wondering what all the commotion was this morning. Good morning you two."

"Good morn-" I say before King interrupts me.

"Why the hell are you here? You have a nice apartment near the university."

"So I'm not allowed to have a nice brunch with my brother and father? Plus, it's never bothered you before, why now?" Aria questions with a knowing glare.

Mr. Luciano turns around and says, "Now you two, we have a guest, be nice. So, little fox, why don't you sit right here," he gestures to the stools at the kitchen island "and talk for a bit, I insist."

As I sit down with King beside me, I can see the older doberman is making a combination of blueberry pancakes and bacon, which I must admit smells really good. Mr. Luciano says, "So young man, what's your name?"

"I'm Blake Young, sir."

"Blake, hm? Sounds familiar..."

"I recently took over as your accountant at your shipping warehouse."

"Yes! Of course! I remember now, what a surprise. You two seem on completely opposite sides of the spectrum."

"I guess opposites really do attract," Aria interjects.

"Shut up," King grumbles.

"Regardless, I hope you treat each other well. But enough with the formalities, tell me about you. What's your favorite color? Where are you from? Do you enjoy long walks on the beach?" The curious head of the family inquired.

King's father kept questioning me, even after we moved over to the dining table to eat. Throughout the interrogation, King looked disinterested, quickly eating his food and ready to explode, while Aria was trying to hold in a laugh. After I was able to finish the small pancake that I was only able to eat in between questions, King quickly stood up, "All right, I think it's time I brought Blake back home."

"Oh come on King, we just started! How about you stay a while and talk? We were just getting to the good topic," the older doberman proclaimed.

"Sorry sir, in all seriousness, I need to go back to my apartment and finish up my homework. If I'm gonna work this week, I need to finish these assignments early," I replied politely.

"Fine," Mr. Luciano grumbled, "but you're not off the hook yet! Next week, you're invited to our family golf tournament. And don't worry about clubs, I think we have set that's just your size."

With urgency, King pulled us out of the kitchen towards the garage. It was clear he wanted to get a move on. After we settled into the seats and pulled out of the driveway, I broke the silence. "Well, that wasn't entirely what I was expecting."

"Yeah," he replied, "my father is known to go overboard when it comes to my relationships."

"This has happened before?"

King scratched behind his neck. "Not exactly, I mean, technically you're the first person that I've actually dated. Before, it was just flings and one night stands. In the past, my father did stupid shit like invite a bunch of guys over, and almost bought a gay bar so that I could meet guys there."

I snickered a bit. "That's pretty funny."

King snorted. "Maybe for you. He's learned his lesson since then, but I don't know how he'll act when it comes to actual relationships. Just be careful around him, okay?"

"Okay."

It was another work week done as I closed the gates to the shipyard. This afternoon he and the boys had delivered a bunch of bootleg car parts to some dealerships, meaning that our company was as successful as ever. With finances taken care of, my fox was in the car waiting for us to go to my place for dinner. I wrapped the chains on the gate and I hopped into the car. I could hear some new genre I remember being called "Future Funk" that Blake was getting into, but it just sounded like some weird synthwave shit. We headed off into the city night, discussing reports that we had done and plans for the night.

After some silence, Blake asked, "So, I saw you guys closed a pretty big deal."

"Yup, just some big shipments from overseas."

"Cool, cool. I was wondering, since we know each other better and are closer, is there any opportunity for me to get involved in some serious business?"

I looked over to him incredulously. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, a lot of the info you give me for reports is ambiguous. As a result, it's hard to make sure that I'm labelling things right and that everything is in order. Also...it would be nice to know about the work that you do. Obviously I don't want to be directly involved, since I wouldn't be much help, but I would at least like to know what you're doing."

"Blake, you know it's bad idea. Having you work here is bad enough. It's not that I don't trust you, but as you said, this type of work doesn't suit you. It's better to keep you in the dark about the hard details so that in case things do get bad, you won't be in a pile of shit."

"I know, but it just worries me, you know? Somedays you just go out and come back like you beat up a bunch of thugs, without ever telling me. I just wish I could help you more."

I sighed, "Babe, I understand, but this is serious business. If I'm gonna be honest, if you go out to some of the deals and meetings we go to, we'd be seen as weak and desperate. I also don't want you to be an easy target. How about this, I'll just let you know when I'm heading out, and you can rest assured that a man like me won't be easily overtaken. I'm not reckless, and I won't be the first one to die, okay?"

Blake looked down pensively, and eventually looked up with a reassuring smile. "Okay, I promise I won't get involved in serious business like you."

It was a normal Monday afternoon as I was on my way to the LawMart down the street from my apartment. I walk to the store which is about a half mile walk. King has talked about me getting a car, but I'd rather get my first one out of my own pocket.

Regardless, I had gotten off of work early and I needed groceries for the week. The sun was starting to set and streets were emptying out. As I walked by an alleyway, suddenly I was grabbed by a group of hands, pulling me into the dark alley. I was passed to a guy that I could feel was beefy, holding my hands behind my back. "Get his fucking wallet, gotta make sure," one of them said, a tiger. I looked around to see that they were mostly felines, with one guy being a rat.

"Yep, this is him, Blake Young," one of the cats sneered.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want from me?"

I didn't get an answer, as they quickly pried my mouth to gag and blindfold me. "Isn't it obvious? You messed with the wrong gang. We're Soo Min, and your replacement as the new accountant was an offence to us. Our boss has decided that you're vital for the Luciano business, and therefore, you're a hostage. Sweet dreams," the cocky feline hissed as a rag was pushed into my face, forcing me to breathe the intoxicating odor. In a matter of seconds, I lost consciousness.

My dream was blank, I didn't register anything in my time knocked out. It wasn't until icy cold water was thrown on me that I shook myself awake. My eyes still felt heavy, but I could hear footsteps approach me.

"Look who's awake! Guards! Leave us be. I want to talk to our special hostage one on one," the voice in front of me boasted. As the guards left the room, my eyes started adjusting to see a white male tiger in front of me grinning.

"You know why you're here, don't you?" The tiger smiled.

I did my best growl. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a college student at NKU."

"Don't play dumb with me. You work as the new accountant for that Luciano family."

Despite the scary situation in front of me, I did my best to laugh. "So you think they're gonna pay for me? I barely know anything about their work, I just run the numbers. Even if you do hurt me, it's not gonna look good if you beat up a college student."

Now it was the tiger's turn to laugh. "Fair enough, but that's where you're wrong. You're not just an accountant, you're the romantic interest of one of the alphas in the family." My heart sank. How? "Don't think your date in the city went unnoticed. My team could see how... close you two were."

"You-you're wrong. It was just a one night thing. It didn't last long."

"Oh really? Your constant dinner dates at the diner even afterwards show no sign of affection? To me, this isn't some normal friendship, coming from one of the alphas in the family. This is definitely... romance," he said over exaggeratingly. "Don't worry though, your secret is safe... for now. If the Luciano's don't pay extra ransom, then everyone's going to know your secret."

I shivered knowing how good things were. In retrospect, we weren't discreet, but I didn't know this bad blood between the families. I whimpered, "Why? Why are you doing this?"

The white tiger got close to me. "It's simple: the Luciano's are an obstacle. The Soo Min are relatively new to New Kroy City, and we don't get much respect. We bribed the older accountant to gather some information on us from the Luciano's, but they caught on too quickly. Our exposure brought great shame upon us, and as a result, we will take it back with your help. Let's hope the lover boy pays in time," the devil of a man whispered in my ear, and exited the room as the two guards entered back in.

I took some time to look at my surroundings. It looked like I was in some concrete building, seemingly unfinished, with just one light hanging from the roof. I was sitting in the chair, but not in a very secure fashion. I still had my hands tied behind my back and my two legs tied together near the ankle. However, they used simple rope to bind me, probably expecting me to not put up much of a fight. Thanks to archery, I have some good finger and hand dexterity, so my claws were able to reach the knot. With renewed determination, I started to cut the rope, hoping to cut free. It wasn't much, but I could feel some slicing, and the guards didn't seem to notice. The guards were a pair of lions, and they barely looked at me, starting to talk to each other like I wasn't a threat. Looks like it was gonna be a long day.

I knocked on the door for only a second, and suddenly it flung open, revealing a stressed squirrel. "Oh, it's you..."

"Where's Blake?" I inquired. "I called him about three times last night and he didn't pick up this morning. We have some early work to do."

"What? You don't know where he is? I thought since he was out so late he went with you."

Now I was intrigued. "No, as I said, I called him multiple times already. You didn't see him last night?"

"N-no, he said he was going to get groceries, but didn't come back. I texted him, but he didn't respond. He tends to do that when he's with... you. So I assumed he dipped to go do more work with you."

"Hm..." I mumbled as suddenly my phone vibrated. I pulled it out, revealing a message notification from Blake, which I showed to the squirrel. Opening it up, my face darkened. "100,000 ransom... plus 10,000 for his secret... meet me at 21st Street and North Avenue at 3pm or there will be consequences." "Sorry, but I have to go," I said, rushing down the stairwell.

"Wait!" The squirrel followed me. "If this involves Blake, I need to know. We're best friends! I know he does some fishy business you guys!"

I whipped back around, and growled right in his face, "Then, if you knew better, you should keep your mouth shut. You don't want to be involved." I turned back around and headed to my car.

"Wait! Please! If you don't know where he is, then I think I can find him."

I paused. Turning back around again, I asked, "You think?"

"Well, yeah, I mean, most likely. Ugh! Just come back with me to our apartment."

We returned to the apartment, and the squirrel pulled out his laptop. "So when Blake told me what type of... work he was doing, so I begged him to install a tracker on his phone."

I snarled. "So this is how they got him?"

The squirrel surprisingly seemed offended. "No way! I'm no ordinary cyber security specialist. The data connection is encrypted specifically for me, so there's no way they found out, unless they had his phone beforehand. Basically, whenever his phone turns on, it sends his position to my laptop here. So assuming that message was sent using his phone, his most recent location should be shown... here!" The squirrel pointed to a circle on a map.

"3rd Street... looks like those abandoned office buildings. I see..." I contemplated before yanking Blake's friend with me outside the apartment.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To save your friend, dumbass."

After a noticeable click, I turned the door handle and the back door opened. "Finally," Oscar said, pushing Jimmy inside while he was carrying equipment. We entered through the back of an abandoned cafe, and through the window we could see the building where the Soo Min were keeping Blake hostage. The cafe was pretty run-down, but still had some intact tables and chairs. Oscar and I set down our equipment, while the squirrel hesitantly analyzed the surroundings.

"You know, um, I'm pretty sure I could help you with this probably from the comfort of my home," the nervous squirrel stammered.

"Nuh-uh, this location was too far away, a stable connection wouldn't be guaranteed. I also need you in the field to make sure you notify us what's going on outside," I stated as Oscar and I strapped on our gear.

Oscar spoke, "And we need you to notify our team when they head out to deal with the ransom meeting."

"Okay, but explain to me why they wouldn't bring Blake to the ransom meeting? It doesn't make sense that they would arrange a deal without making their hostage known," Jimmy questioned.

Oscar shook his head. "Because transporting him is nothing short of a bad idea. This isn't a kids movie. When you move the hostage around, you run the risk of losing him, so it's easier to just arrange a place where a deal can be made then provide the transport after. Plus, even though the Soo Min are pieces of shit, I highly doubt they'd wouldn't hand a hostage over if a deal was made. If they did, other gangs in New Kroy wouldn't trust shit with them."

"But obviously you're not paying the ransom, or otherwise I wouldn't need to be here. What's your guy's plan?"

After tightening his vest, I looked down at the squirrel setting up his laptop. Clearing my throat, I told Jimmy about the plan I had to set up in less than an hour. First, Jimmy would spoof a message from my phone that I was heading to the meeting with the correct location on my phone. Hopefully, most of their men would head out to that meeting to deal with "me", however, our strike squad would be ready to enter a fight with the Soo Min once they reach the place. The meeting was fairly far from the abandoned building, so Oscar and I would infiltrate and extract Blake before the Soo Min know what hit them. It wasn't exactly the best plan, but it was what we had.

"Not to be rude, but you're planning on rushing that building like your some kind of Navy Seals squad? And I thought I played way too many games."

Oscar growled. "We're not stupid! That's why we brought the best shit we got. Silenced pistols, bulletproof vests, grenades. Feds not gonna like this, but this goes beyond saving your friend. This beef is personal, and we're not gonna let the Soo Min mess with us no more."

"Right," I said, "so you just stay here and update the strike team on when the Soo Min are heading out. Then you'll stay in radio contact with us, alright?"

"All right," Jimmy replied.

The clock went by as we waited for time to strike 2:45pm. Once it hit, Jimmy said he sent the message, and in a matter of minutes, outside we could see Soo Min men enter the cars outside, and drive off, only leaving a couple of guards outside protecting the building. Oscar and I headed out, quickly positioned ourselves to take out the targets. Stealth missions weren't exactly my forte, but my aim was good enough that we cleared the entrance. We quickly rushed to the door, making sure there were no witnesses, and cleared the first floor. What mattered now was finding where they were keeping Blake.

After a couple of close calls requiring me to use my hands to break necks, we managed to reach a floor with a lot more men. Oscar and I were sure this was where he was held. However, the room was way too crowded, but we could see a steel door with two guards in front, signifying we found the jackpot. Giving Oscar the signal, he threw a grenade into the populated room, and there were only a couple of shouts before an ear ringing explosion went off, and we rushed to eliminate anyone else who was still standing. The room smelled terrible, but we pushed forward knowing that if there were more guards in the room, they would know by now. As we burst through the door, we were immediately greeted by a white tiger behind Blake, gun right to his head.

"Danny Soo Min, you've gone too far. Move away from the fox if you value your life," I commanded.

The tiger whistled, and four more guards appeared behind concrete pillars in the back of the room. "You didn't think I was prepared for this scenario. That's cute. Now drop your weapons if you value your life."

Oscar looked at me, and I nodded. Dropping our weapons, a pair of guards hold both of us in place. Amused, the white tiger sauntered away from Blake towards me. "Honestly I'm glad it worked out this way, I got one of the alphas and one of his men for the price of some weak guards. If your father wants his son back, I think it's safe to say that your father will have a hefty debt to pay to the Soo Min family, wouldn't you say?"

As the white tiger walked right to my face, I spit right in his eye, causing him to recoil and his men to wrangle me down. Danny roared, "You motherfucker! I promised I'd keep you alive, but that doesn't mean you'll stay intact, bitch!" With fury, Danny stomped over to a table next to Blake with various torture tools. Indecisive on what he wanted to torture me with, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Blake's arms jerk, and in a flash, he jumped into Danny knocking him down, and with a yell grabbed the sharpest thing on the table and jammed it in the tiger's neck. Realizing the situation in front of us, one of the guards let go of me and aimed a pistol at Blake. Quickly punching the lights out of the other guard, I rushed over to the guard taking aim, while Oscar made quick work with the weak grunts he had. However, it was too late, and a gunshot rang through the air.

"No!" I shouted, tackling the guard before he got a chance to turn around, my fist smashing into his dome. Looking up from the bloodied guard below me, I saw Blake barely standing up as I could see him clutching the side of his body. Oscar was already there as the fox tumbled his way to the floor. I picked myself up and went to his side, seeing Blake barely able to breathe in shock. Oscar handed him over to me, as I propped his body up so he could breathe better.

"C'mon Blake, breathe. Just keep breathing, you'll be fine." I told him, holding back tears. Oscar moved Blake's hand to inspect the wounds.

"Shit man. Bullet went pretty deep, looks near the ribs, might be the lungs. This could be bad." Oscar cursed, then went to his earpiece, "Squirrel boy? Can you hear me? I need you to contact our boss, tell him we need a hospital room ASAP. Calm down, everything's fine. You know how to drive a car? The keys should be in the jacket I left there. Drive to the front entrance, quickly, we'll meet you there. Don't worry about the strike team, they'll handle it."

Cradling Blake in my arms, I trusted Oscar to clear the way as we rushed out the room. "Stay with me Blake! You're gonna make it, just keep your eyes on me and breathe."

Chapter 4

I looked out the window. It was a rainy day, the pitter pattering of rain against the window reminding me of the room I was in. Returning to the TV screen, I could see the news. "Wild Gang Shootout" and "Leader of Soo Min Dead" were displayed on the screen. It was the news of the week. I sighed, wishing for a remote. Despite being in a "special" hospital room reserved for the highest people, it was baffling that there was no remote to the TV.

My body was feeling better. Because of the wound on the left side of my midsection, I can barely sit up. At least breathing is a lot easier than it used to be. God, a week in the hospital really makes you hate life. Did my new job cover medical insurance? Before I got to wonder, for the first time, I saw someone who wasn't a nurse enter the room.

"King..." I smiled.

He rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry I couldn't come sooner, they wouldn't let me visit until things cooled down a bit." He entered the room with some flowers and a box.

"Usually I thought they brought flowers to someone in a hospital if they were going to die."

"Honestly, I have no clue, I just see people do that so I decided to do that also. But I, uh, brought an actual gift. Here, it's a new phone, the latest. Thought you needed a new one since, y'know, the last one sorta exploded."

After setting the flowers on a side table, he handed me the present. "Thanks, I could use some actual entertainment. For some reason, they don't let you change the channel here, and the news is getting annoying." There was some awkward silence as King sat down in the chair next to me. I could see he was thinking about something to say. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Sorry, I just.... I was just wondering if everything was good between us."

My heart dropped. "What do you mean?"

"It's just that, well, do you still like me? After all that I put you through?"

"King..."

"I was stupid. Should've known that the Soo Min were after us. I took my sister's advice without thinking of the consequences of going out like that. If you don't want to be involved with me, or the business anymore, that's fine, we won't stop you-"

"King, calm down. What made you think I didn't like you for what happened? I wouldn't have risked my life for you by taking that crazy ass tiger if I didn't love you, which I still do. And with the lunatic out of the picture, hopefully business will be normal. Although, if I'm gonna be honest, I think I'll stick with your advice of staying on the sidelines."

King smiled in relief. "My bad, next time though, let me be the one to take a bullet. It'll take a lot more than one shot to take me down. However, I don't know when things will turn back to normal. I'm sure you've seen it on the news, but the Soo Min are pretty much dissolved. The balance of various gangs and mafias in NKC has been disrupted, and my father has been doing his best to prove that it was Soo Min's fault that war broke out and not him. Regardless, I think you're out of hot water for now. Our team has made sure that your name is not mentioned anymore regarding this... let's call it an accident."

I laughed. "Fair enough, although I don't expect any need to find a new job for now. Hey, mind helping me set up my new phone? It's hard to sit up in this bed."

"Sure," he says as he takes my phone and turns it on. "Huh, that's weird, no first time setup screen... Dammit, I should've known!" King growls.

"What?" I was shocked by his anger.

"My damn old man. Set up the bare minimum for the phone already for you, but not before adding himself as a contact."

"Really? That's kinda cute. Maybe this was his plan to ensure that I would stay with you after all," I giggled.

King was not amused. "I should've never left the box out on the table. I thought he was done playing third wheel. Let me just delete this shit and we can sync the phone with your account."

"Now hold on, keep it there. There's no harm in letting him have my phone number. I handled a crazy gang leader and a gunshot wound, I can handle your dad." King proceeds to give me an incredulous look. "Trust me, all I need to do is sate his curiosity. Also, it's my phone, just because you're my boyfriend still doesn't give you the right to go through and change my phone."

"Fine, just don't get mad at me when I tell you 'I told you so'."

It had been three weeks since the "incident" with the Soo Min and our family. After a couple of weeks in the hospital, Blake was released but still was taking it easy, doing work and school at home for a bit. However, my father planned a party tonight in the city, reserving a ballroom. The party was meant to be a secret meeting, meant to negotiate with the other three gangs in New Kroy, to convince them that we weren't about to take over the city after eliminating the Soo Min. However, Blake's recovery and birthday landing on the exact week he was planning it turned out to be the best excuse to hide the meeting of the four biggest gangs to a simple birthday party. I didn't approve of the idea, but dissuading my father was impossible, and Blake wasn't opposing the idea to my chagrin.

So here I was, sitting at a long table with festive ornaments next to my fox boyfriend, my father, and three other gang bosses in the city. In front of me was Dr. Kawasaki, a dragon from Lagan, sipping on wine. Ruler of the more posh side of New Kroy, his medical expertise mixed with his large frame is what makes him so powerful. "I must apologize to Mr. Luciano and Mr. Young for allowing Soo Min to gain knowledge of your reservation at Hakima's establishment. I'll make sure there is confidentiality in your next visits."

I was too busy pondering what to say before Blake spoke up. "Thank you, Mr. ...?"

"It's Dr. Kawasaki. I have a doctorate in sciences."

"Oh, I apologize sir. However, our visit to the restaurant wasn't the sole reason for their attack. Their grudge seemed to be there before my arrival."

Suddenly, the table banged, making Blake jump, as the old elephant, Mr. Washington, boomed out his opinion. "Let's cut the crap. What'd you do that pissed off Danny so much?" Mr. Washington was in control of dark side of things like prostitution and black market in NKC.

I jumped in. "Mr. Washington, the Soo Min were planning to expand into our territory. They paid off our accountant and various other employees to gain insider knowledge of our business. After revealing the moles, they took it personally and kidnapped Blake here as revenge."

The elephant snorted. "I don't give a shit about your opinion, dog, I wanna hear it from the fox, he doesn't look brainwashed and trained like the rest of your men do."

"I-I don't know," Blake stuttered. "They kept talking about expanding their business and getting revenge, but it was a bit of a blur for me. Danny, in my opinion, seemed crazy, he threatened to chop off my tail if the Luciano's didn't comply in time. I-"

"That's enough Bray, stop traumatizing kid, he's already been through enough," said the lion, Mr. Feldman, leader controlling Wall Street. "I agree with ya kid, Danny was a crazy son of a bitch. He's a good example of being too smart for your own good, if ya ask me."

"Hmph," grumbled Mr. Washington. "Still can't believe that tiger got killed by a scrawny kid like you. How'd you do it?"

"I, uh, secretly cut off my bindings and rushed him, stabbing him with the closest thing I could find, which was a screwdriver."

"Ha! Reminds me of the shit I did during WWII. Us elephants live pretty long, so that's why I was in it. First kill I had wasn't from shooting a gun. Choked a damn Nazi with my trunk who was trying to sneak in our tent at night. Went out to piss at night and saw the fucker sneaking around. Don't worry fox, you get over your first kill."

Mr. Kawasaki was displeased with the mannerism of the elephant. "Mr. Washington, please refrain from telling your vulgar stories to someone obviously trying not to be involved. Mr. Young here is just an accountant, his involvement was not his choice."

Dad finally spoke up. "Mr. Kawasaki is right! It's the boy's birthday! Why don't we get to know him better! How old are you now, son?"

"I'm 21 now, Mr. Luciano."

"Old enough to drink now huh? Also, don't call me Mr. Luciano, you can call me Boss, no need for formalities between us right?"

"Ok, Boss," Blake hesitantly responded.

"Ugh, there you go acting like a dad Ronnie. Speaking of, where are your parents kid? Isn't this supposed to be your birthday party?" Asked Mr. Feldman. "No way your parents would let you join the Luciano's, let alone be with a guy like King here, no offense."

I gave the curious cat a disapproving glare, which he flippantly ignored. "You don't have to say anything, Blake," I said.

"No it's alright. My parents and I don't approve of my... orientation. Not to mention they didn't like my pursuit of a degree, they wanted me to stay with them in Filly to help with their restaurant they own," Blake solemnly said.

"Tsch, talk about dumbasses. Never understand that mentality, parents wanting to shape their kids the way they want. Bet their food tastes like shit too," Mr. Feldman snarled.

Father shook his head. "I agree with Feldman. If you don't treat your kids with respect, why should they obey you? You know Blake, my profession has made me a very convincing man. I'm sure I can find a way to 'persuade' your family."

"Um, sorry, that won't be necessary, Boss, it's in the past now. Honestly, I'm fine with-"

Suddenly, a tiger I recognized from the university Blake rushed through the guards to slap the back of the fox. "Scuse me, boys! Ay, Blake, birthday boy, how's it going! Thanks for inviting us to this party. These work friends you got are pretty lit man, you gotta join us. We're setting up beer pong tables, and we need some vets in the equation." The tiger looks around at the table, with the two guards giving him a death stare behind his back. "Oh, my b, didn't know this was a work meeting or something, but c'mon, it's his birthday! Cut him some slack, have some fun."

Seeing this as an opportunity to pull Blake away from my father's schemes, I responded, "You know what Blake, let's join 'em. Dad, I assume you can handle the territory disputes without us?"

"Fine, but Blake, I have a present for you tomorrow. I expect you to be at our home this morning, alright?"

Blake smiles and nods, while the tiger laughs in joy. "Awesome, aight, we're partnering up, right?"

Blake laughs at his suggestion. "As if, I'm not carrying your ass this time! I'll find another partner. Remember my friend King here? Why don't you partner up with him, he's a newbie, but he's a pretty good shot. I've explained the rules to him before."

The hell? Why is he ditching me? Aren't we supposed to be together, like a couple? Before I get a chance to object, Mr. Washington stands up, shaking the table a bit.

"Fuck this shit, y'all can discuss this without me, never been much help anways. Beer pong you said, kid? I heard that's what all you college kids do nowadays. Fox, teach me the ropes, wanna show you chumps how your elders deal with games," the elephant commands.

"That's right, old man! Blake, team up with this guy. King, right? Let's show these losers how real men take care of cocky assholes like them," the tiger boasted as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder in camaraderie.

It was nearly midnight, and we were on the way back to the mansion, with Oscar driving us back home after the party. King planned on driving us back to his place, but the doberman was still a bit buzzed after the antics we had. Knowing Van was a shit player, I basically carried Mr. Washington and I to victory, forcing King to drink about 20 cups of beer in nearly over an hour. After that, King sat out for a bit while I faced the elephant who wanted to gauge my skill against him. Even though I crushed him, the alcohol seemed to have zero effect on him. However, it seemed like his pride was crushed more than anything. Luckily, the old man took it quite well, and was adamant to beat me at another game some other time.

After drunk dancing with my boyfriend for a bit, King seemed to sober up more, and we decided to head back to his place. Oscar was kind enough to bring us home, saying he owed me after the incident. King during the drive was still sobering up, so he was a bit frisky as we rode back to the mansion. Once we parked at the mansions, I thanked Oscar for the ride as King pulled me out of the car with them.

We barely got through the front door before he shoved me against the wall. As I gasped, he kissed me hard, giving me no chance to breathe or think about what was happening. Just as I was running out of breath, he pulled away and kept me against the wall. "Damn you pup, playing that stupid ass game against me, trying to show off. Think that was a smart play? Show those exceptional aiming skills of yours, making the alpha look bad in front of others? Getting me drunk so he would say dumb shit in front of his cohorts? To get me loose enough so I could do that silly little dance with you?"

"Y-you didn't like the games and dancing we did?" I questioned.

"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Doesn't matter. What matters is that all night, you used my drunkenness to do whatever with you all night. That's not fair at all. So," he whispers in my ear as he turns me around to the staircase, "we're gonna get even. You're gonna go up those stairs like a good little fox to our bedroom, take off all your clothes, and we'll go from there. Deal?"

Shit, it was clear to me that his switch was flipped, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hot. I slowly nodded, and stepped up the stairs. As we went up to his room, I could hear him growl in delight. As I turned the doorknob to the room, I felt him grope my ass possessively, making me yip in surprise.

We entered the room, and King quickly got a chair from his desk and pulled it in front of the bed. "I want to strip right in front of me, directly in front of me. Once you're done, I want a clear view of that ass crawling up onto that bed," he commanded. Nodding in obedience, I peeled off the dress shirt I was wearing, revealing my white furred belly and orange fur all around. Then I unfastened my belt and tugged on my pants, careful to not tug on my tail along the way. I looked up to see the doberman's hazel eyes staring me down possessively, like a predator ready to claim his prey. I couldn't keep my eyes on him, decided to continue obeying his orders, and took my underwear off, revealing the white furred package that King described as "cute".

I climbed up the front of the bed, raising my tail to give him the payback he wants so badly. In a snarl that sounded of pure impatience and need, I heard the rustle of clothing, and what I assumed was the testing of clothes too. It was clear to me that the doberman was ready and wasn't going to say no. It was just then I fully realized the situation I was in, and voiced my concerns as the brute of a man smashed his hardening package against my ass.

"Ahh! W-wait, you're gonna use lube right?"

King chuckled. "Of course, no way this butt could handle me raw," he says as he flashes a bottle in front of me.

"Oh... uh good! I just, uh."

"Spit it out already pup."

"Well, I wanted to let you know that I've never, um, done it before, back there."

King grumbles. "You at least done some practice before?"

"Yes, I used just a simple dildo before... nothing too big," I said.

"Good, because I wasn't planning on going easy tonight, especially with what you pulled. But, if I'm going to be honest, pup, I'm glad that I'll be the first to claim your ass as mine," the doberman whispers into my ear as he caresses my face and smacks my right ass cheek.

I whimper as he travels down my body, with both hands grabbing my ass checks. I gulp as I hear the click of the lube bottle opening, and I gasp as I feel cold, slimy fingers stretch open my asshole. At this point, I can barely hold in the moans, my sheath fully pumped out, knot and all. I can also hear King behind me swearing as he admires his handiwork. Satisfied with the lubrication, King's fingers exit my hole after doing one last scissor. The domineering doberman suddenly flips me over, forcing me to face the man's smug face. At this point, I can also see that his cock is fully hard too, and he makes this clear as he grabs his dick and slaps it on my own, holding them together.

"Look at this," he says as he thrusts both our cocks forward, eliciting a deep moan from me. "Your dick is nearly a third of the size of mine. You were never meant to mate with anyone else, pup. This proves that you were meant to be dominated by an alpha like me, pup." King rarely ever talks bad about me, but this dirty talk makes me feel like this is how he genuinely feels.

I can't focus on that though, as seconds later, he raises my legs over his hips, his tapered tip poised to enter my hole. He pushes my fluffy tail out of the way, aiming his cock at my pink star. It feels like an eternity before he begins to penetrate, making me arch my back in both pain and pleasure. He tries to slowly enter from, but I'm so overwhelmed that my clenched hole doesn't let his penis through.

"Fuck this shit," he swears in frustration. He adjusts his grip on me, moving his hands to my hips, and swings his hips back in preparation. I don't get a chance to object as he thrusts forward, forcing me to take almost a third of his length in one go. My body contorts in a mixture of lust and hurt, my mouth begging to scream, but my body to paralyzed from the sudden entry. "Don't you give up just yet, little fox. You haven't paid back in full, and I'm just starting. So relax that hole of yours, and let the alpha do his magic, okay? I promise it will be a good experience for both of us," the doberman grunts, desperate to shove his bone in deeper.

Obeying his command, I do my best to relax and open up, and I start to feel the initial pain fade away. After my face comes back to life, the doberman takes that as a sign to "do his magic", and sinks his cock deeper into me. It seems like hours as he keeps pushing into me, causing me to wince and moan in pure pleasure. "Damn, look at that, you took it all, well mostly. Feel that?" He says as he moves my hands towards the bulge in my stomach. "See? Knew you could handle it. You're tight as fuck, and fit me like a glove. Now let's get to the real shit."

King then slowly pulls his dick out of me, causing me to gasp, realizing I've been holding my breath the whole time. It doesn't take long before he snarls and thrusts into me again. My asshole feels like it's on fire, but the pleasure from hitting my prostate cancels it all out. I don't get much time to recover before he starts to repeat his motion. At this point, I'm realizing that I'm close to cumming. With his third thrust, my cock slams against my abdomen and shoots, causing me to moan louder than before. My knot fully expands, and I try to stimulate a tie by wrapping a hand around it, until King grabs my hands and keeps them to the side.

"Look at you. I've barely begun and you've already blown your load. I thought this was supposed to be payback for what you did. That means you're not gonna touch yours until mine is attended to, understood pup?" I'm too distracted by the need to help my cock to respond to him.

"I said," as he pulled out, "do you." The doberman slams into me. "Understand?"

"Y-yes!" I scream.

"Nuh-uh." King pulls out again. "You'll call me Alpha here." Slam. "Understand?"

"Yes, Alpha!" I yip.

It doesn't take long for him to set up a good fucking pace. My ass feels like it's been obliterated, but he keeps talking about how tight and hot my hole is. The doberman is snarling and growling above me in lust, causing slobber to mix in with the cum all over my chest. My only reactions are moans, yips, and the occasional voicing of Alpha. My senses are completely overwhelmed by the thick musk of his in the air. Suddenly, King stops his rump, and pushes my legs toward me. "Enough of this. I'm gonna knot you and claim you as mine, pup." While keeping his bone inside of me, he lifts us up and rotates my body to be on all fours.

The sensation is too much, and I hold on so that when I'm on my hands and knees, I don't crumple. Once I'm settled, the dog behind me grabs my shoulders and starts railing me harder than ever before. I can feel his big balls slap against mine in show of dominance each time he slams into me. This is quickly overshadowed with the feeling of his knot pressing against my backside each slam. The knot feels like a football wanting to enter my asshole, but in the wrong way.

I don't get to argue as King's pace quickens, his breathing becomes panting, and I feel his sweating body against me. His knot slides in progressively each thrust, and my dick is ready for the second blow somehow. It's starting to get harder to hold this massive beast on top of me as he breeds me. I can also tell that the doberman is getting impatient, clearly he is not going to cum if his knot isn't inside me. Then I feel him lower himself to my neck, jaw nearly clamping down on me, and his sweaty chest on top of my back.

"Get." Slap. "The." Slap. "Fuck." Slap. "In." Slap. "There!" King growls as he thrust his knot in until only one last wide part is yet to be shoved in. In one final thrust, the knot is sealed in with a sickening squelch. I gasp at the feeling, while my cock starts shooting a meager load across the sheets.

Despite the relief of shooting another load, it's not enough to distract me from the doberman on top of me, emitting a musk stronger than ever before. Unable to control his lust and dominance, King gives me a mating bite on my neck, claiming me as his. I can hear him growl the whole time above me, and drool all over my neck. Meanwhile, with the knot securely in, I can feel load after load of cum being deposited inside of me. King is still humping occasionally against me, causing me to moan even with a huge dog on top of me. His body is flush against mine, I can feel his muscular chest, his balls right next to mine, his mouth still on my neck. It's about two minutes in and I can feel my midsection expanding due to the burden it's being forced to carry.

I'm about to fall down on the bed before King wraps his arms around me and swings us around with him laying on the bed and me on top of him. He stops biting and pants over my exhausting body, from that I can tell that his orgasm is finally over. He licks at the mark he's made on my body, while I lay on his sweaty frame. I feel sore and tired, but at the same time, in a complete state of bliss. After catching our breaths, his hands move down to the expanded belly I have now.

"Heh, look at that. If you were a girl, I'd be damn sure that you'd be having my kids. But what if I told you that I snuck in some dragon's elixir in your drink from Dr. Kawasaki?" The doberman says with a dark tone.

I'm shocked, knowing that dragon's elixir is the only medical drug in today's world that allows males to get pregnant. I don't really know the specifics, but it changes your physiology temporarily to hold kids. Unlike the normal medicine, called dragon's blood, that allows interspecies couples to have kids, dragon's elixir is a stronger legal variant, but astronomically expensive. There's no way he got one that easily...

"Ha! I'm just kidding. Sorry for the scare, thought you would get the joke. I can't let my pup carry pups, yet. But seriously, look at yourself!" He starts swishing my belly around, the cum sloshing around inside. "I haven't had a real fuck in a long time. Our sex last time didn't get me to cum out as much as I could. But I don't think I've pumped out this much ever. Plus, your body took it all like a champ. You really are meant to be mine." He leans to my face and gives me a peck on the cheek.

I blush, surprised at the gesture after all this dirty talk. "T-thanks, you were amazing too. I can barely move, and with your bone embedded in me, and I don't I will for quite a while. Um, how long exactly can you stay tied?"

The doberman laughs a bit. He pulls his cock unsuccessfully, causing me to yip. "The most I've stayed tied is about an hour, but with you being the best and tightest I've ever had, it's a safe guess to say over an hour."

I gulp. "Well, um, I guess we're... going to be... stuck here for a while," I mumbled, my body starting to shut down after the ordeal it's been through.

"Looks like you're knocking out for the night. You were great tonight, get some rest... love you, Blake," he says into my ear.

"Love... you... too," I mumble as my consciousness fades. As I fall asleep, I feel him move us under the sheets. He hugs my body tightly, his warm and strong body snug against mine. I drift off, knowing that one of the most dangerous yet passionate men in this city holds me protectively through the night.