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Only The Finest Will Reign

Welcome to ‘Reign’ - Underworld of Sin. 

House Rules Apply. 

Guns at the Door.

Along with your Inhibitions. 

And your blood money bullshit. 

We’re not interested in your dramas. Your grudges, your family feuds are mute. You come here to party. Heels, Designer Dresses... And your Finest Suit. We want you dripping in Diamonds. We want you dripping in Gold. Right here’s where we want you. Get a drink, get bought, get sold. 

Ladies on the dance floor. Burlesque and poles. Gents grab those girls, back to back, grind ‘em souls.

We come here to dance. Drop our guns and sing. We come here to party. Forget everything. 

‘Coz the streets are dirty. The bullets and bombs.  

But when we come to party. We’re writing new Psalms.

ONLY THE FINEST WILL ‘REIGN’

Pain changes people.

Chronic pain does more than debilitate the body.

It slowly eats away at the mind. It's many jewel-like facets.

Reason, tolerance, patience, prudence, humility.

It is something else entirely, when you are immobilized by unrelenting agony, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, four weeks to the month, twelve months to the year. On and on and on.

So as you become nothing more than a screaming, crying, wretched mess, trapped in your own skin. Conscious, breathing, suffering without relent.

No longer human.

Just pain.

It is quite a feat; to experience visceral pain so agonizingly profound; that all your fears, past, present and future terrors become entirely inconsequential in the wake of these horrific moments.

The moment when you hear yourself beg for oblivion as a merciful, rational release from this endless suffering.

Where once you took freedom of movement for granted, now, in the bloom of youth, you are sedated, managed yet dysfunctional.

Unable to eat, sleep, walk, sit, stand or bathe without, searing, mindless agony.

One looses many things when in pain.

Fear, primarily.

One could lose the will to live in these moments.

Or.

One could live through it.

Come out the other side.

Invincible.

Art © Alexander Fedosov

Words / Small Fortunes / (Exert) A Treatise on Chronic Pain

” You have forgotten me, but I will never forget you.“

@rebekahs-art inspired me to do a thing and technically this is art??

Misdirected Priorities

Ladies of the John Wick Fandom:

I would not usually seek to address you en-masse unless I was positive I had something very important to tell you. Well, it’s important. Look at this man please, tell me what you see:

Mr. John  Wick, no? The Baba Yaga. Bringer of Death. Oh alright, he’s a handsome Devil. Leave it alone a minute. . Now look here for me:

Straight From The Continental NYC. Mr Charon, the Concierge. And Mr. Winston, the Owner/Manager.

From the calling card above I wish to point out something to you girls with “daddy kinks” and other associated fetishes:

Mr. Charon will not tolerate slovenly ladies and will likely beat you with your own heel for leaving it about the floor. A place for everything and everything in its place. In this way, Order is achieved.

Mr. Winston is generally disappointed that he asked for a Martini and you served it with Vodka when it should have been Gin. When you beg forgiveness for the oversight he may consider letting you back into your room....some time next week.

Mr Wick: Is deeply in love with his angel, Helen whom threw him out of the house when she heard he was up to his bullshit again. He slinked away like a wounded dog and spent the night in the garage. He’s okay with that considering that he has a thing for power play, and she bought the car. 

Take this information and do with it what you will. Just show me when you’re done. Yes?

What's it all about? I asked her. She said she wasn't sure.

This Christmas, dinner will be to die for.

“Daddy’s TRYING to WORK! Puttanas! Can’t you bitches keep it down!? I’m in the middle of something important and you dykes are constantly causing me so much trouble!” - Santino - Reluctant Godfather to two very frisky young women. One he’s trying to fuck, the other whose only ever fucked him over. That’s right Ares. I’m looking at you, bitch.

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Ares was thrilled! She had a new friend. A new girlfriend. Alright, Lalienna was strictly the boss's' girlfriend, but what he didn’t need to know... well, he didn’t need to know.

God these guys were such a pain in the ass. Always on her tail between jobs. She wanted to let loose in the club. Reign was the BOMB! Like seriously! This was the best club she’d been to since she partied in Rome. And Tino let her party a lot. And when he didn’t, she faked a period and got the night off... and partied all the same.

 Now she was pulling the same kind of bullshit behind his back. Well sort of. Everyone kinda already knew about it. Tony, Christov, Hector... stuck up prick... Marcus... Curtis. Yeah, even the boss knew. Tino knew.. right? He did, totally did, didn't he?

 "Boss... you have to put a lead on your girls... muzzles or something.... Chastity belts maybe" Said Hector, wiping his hands in the kitchen whilst his employer was busy working on reconciliation reports for collateral damages against The White Women. The figures were high... Athena would not be pleased. He knew he shouldn't have pulled out the grenade launcher this time.

"Hm? What are you talking about, amico? I'm trying to work here, can't you see I'm busy? "

"Yeah boss, I know you're busy but it's the girls. Lali... Ares... They're in deep together. Too deep. I think they're fucking."

 Santino stopped typing. Took off his reading glasses and fixed his commander with a withering glare.

"Corri di nuovo oltre." (Run that past me again.) It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Hector didn't like it when Santino made statements. It made him nervous. And it meant there would be bloodshed. He changed gears...

"I think, Ares is romancing your lover. Lalienna."

That glare got darker. He stalled completely.

"Nevermind, forget I said anything."

 Tino slammed his books shut and threw his reading glasses across the desk, pacing the room on rapid steps. Feeling his pockets.

There it was, his phone. It was under his coat on the sofa.

He picked it up, opened the messaging app and picked up his conversation with Ares.

'Vanguard. Front and centre. Right now. Bring Lalienna.'

They were in the pool together, topless, drinking French champagne and kissing each other passionately. It was Lali that noticed her friend's phone lighting up first. She fixed her girl lover with another heated kiss before mounting the stairs out of the pool to pick up the flashing phone. Ares was too busy watching her girlfriend's ass. Alright, it wasn't her girlfriend. It was her boss's' girlfriend. But she seriously didn't fucking care. She'd eaten that pussy. And it was delicious.

"Um... babe.... I think we're in trouble."  Lali looked worried, having read the message. Ares didn't hesitate. She put down her glass and was out of the pool and grabbing her phone in a flash.

'I'm fucked.' She signed. Quick, dirty gesture. Lali was picking up sign language fast. But she could work out most of the swearing from Ares' expression, the way she mouthed the words or her extremely suggestive hands. Oh those hands... they made her wanna cum.... The way Ares laid with her and rubbed her off.... Until they got off together.

 This wasn't going to be pretty. Ares draped Lali's form in her bathrobe before putting on her own. Both girls made their way upstairs. To room 768. Santino's apartments. As they were about to knock on the door, Hector was just exiting and fixed them both with a disapproving glare.

"I'll be back... to pick up the bodies."

 "ARES! LALIENNA! IN HERE... RIGHT NOW!"  That was Santino. Thick Italian accent. Oh shit. They were in for it now. He never raised his voice. Not... unless he was really pissed off.

The girls held hands and shuddered as the hotel door was shut and locked behind them. They were in the dragon's den.

When they both padded into his office, they were forced to immediately put thier heads down under the heat of his glare.

He was standing now. White shirt, partly unbuttoned. Sleeves rolled up. Angry, flashing eyes.

"Ares." He began. The young woman snapped to attention beside her friend. "What have I fucking told you? Are you hard of hearing as well as mute? Puttana?! What part of stop causing scandal in my family didn't you understand the first time?"

 'Look I can explain-' She signed quickly.  Tino wouldn't have it. He cut her off.

"The only thing you can explain is why it is that the rest of my guards are under the impression that I'm a cornuto! (cuckold) Figlio di puttana!" (Son of a bitch!) He came at her now, closing the space between them at an alarming rate.

"So I'm going to ask you once. Nicely. Are you fucking my girlfriend?"

"Papi...Ares isn't-"

"Shut up, I'll get to you in a minute." Tino cut off Lalienna too. That meant he meant business. And he wasn't in the mood to fuck around or mince words.

'Boss... we're... just friends.' She punctuated that last word diligently. 'Really, there's nothing going on aside from what you already saw and what you already know.'

"Answer me, Ares. Are you having penetrative sex with Lalienna."

"Papi!"

"God help me bella, one more word from you and you're gonna be shitting teeth for a week, capisce?"

 Lalienna dropped her struggle. She wouldn't win this battle with him like this. She kinda wished she'd given him head this morning after all. It might have eased his nerves a bit.

'Look... Boss... It's just flirting, really. We kiss, cuddle, sleep together. Touch a little. I'm not jacking her with a dildo or anything, really.' Her hands stilled. She wanted to though. She really kinda wanted to. She took the slap to the face instead. And it hurt. Really hurt. Why did it hurt so much? Tears stung her eyes as she rubbed her cheek and glared at her employer. Her boss. Why did it feel like he was a pimp sometimes? He rounded on her girlfriend. Because yeah, Lalienna was her girlfriend.

 "Okay... you start talking now. No bullshit. You just watched me clear the dust off her face, don't think you won't get it either, amante, because you will. Talk."

 "Papi... we haven't gotten that far outta hand, honest."

"Do you want to?"

"Papi!!!" She whined, clearly straining and squeezing Ares' hand. In support, in apology.

"Answer me."

"No! Papi... nothing inside me. I promise." Ares tensed. That was a lie. She'd finger and tongue fucked Lali only the night before. She kept her face down. Used the excuse to rub at her smarting cheek. That was gonna bruise later for sure.

"You keep this up, Lalienna... you keep embarrassing me in front of my men.. word gets back to Rome, to Gianna about what you girls are doing... I'll excommunicate you both. Personally. Sable won't be able to stop me throwing you bitches face first into on-coming traffic. And pray, you're hit by something heavy. Because if you survive, I'll come after you. Feeling me?"

 "Si Papi. I get it. We're sorry. We'll behave. Honest."

 "And you?" He pushed at Ares' shoulder, roughly. Sending the girl off balance. "You're older than her. You should be her guide, her big sister. Not leading her down the path of depravity and ruin. It looks bad on me, it looks bad on you. It looks bad on the family. I've told you before. There are certain lines you don't cross. This is one of them, Ares. I mean it. Lalienna's not your toy. You don't use her. You protect her."

 'But you can use her, right?' Ares' eyes bored into him. Angry. Hurting. She snapped her hand away from Lali's grasp. Clearly not in the mood to be pushed around anymore.

"I'm not using her, Vanguard. I'm in love with her. There's a difference. Lalienna's my willing lover. We have an arrangement. An agreement. An understanding."

 'What you have, is slaves... that's all we've ever been to you. You snap your fingers, and we come running to wipe your ass because you're too scared of your big sister shutting your ass down. Well listen to me, faggot: I'm tired of you telling me what I can and can't do with my life. I'm tired of being told who I can and can't love just because you're afraid. I'm worth more than that! I'm not your slave.' She was crying now. The tears fell from her lashes and stung her eyes.

 "I never said you were, Ares. You're taking this too far. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm not trying to control your life, but I need you to understand we have rules in this world. Rules in the Camorra."

 'You just wanna be in bed with everyone and you're jealous and nasty when you don't get your fucking way.'

 "Ares... take the night off. Actually, take the rest of the week. You're not fit for duty like this. You need to come down. And if you don't. you need to go home. Not to your rooms upstairs. I mean back to Rome. With Gianna. Where she can control your raging emotions because clearly, I'm failing here."

 'You're a real cunt sometimes, you know that?'

"Ares! Papi, she's sorry, she didn't mean that. Really, you've scared her. She'll behave. We both will."

 "Get out of my sight. Both of you. I've had enough. Vai a fanculo." (Go fuck yourselves.)

 Humiliated, Ares grabbed Lali's hand and tugged the girl roughly out of the office. They ran together. Down the hall, through the living room, to the door where they paused and almost knocked Curtis over. They separated a moment and dashed past him, streaking down the hall and into the elevator before the doors shut. Ares had not once let go of her girlfriend's hand. And when the doors closed and the lift began its decent back to the pool room, she turned to Lalienna and kissed her again. Hard... on the mouth. Forcing her back against the elevator wall.

To mark her territory.

Even if it wasn't hers. It felt wrong. And so, so right... It felt good. She'd take a tongue lashing and beating for this girl any day of the week. It was worth it.

She understood why Tino wanted her as his lover. She was special. Her kind of special. And she didn't feel that way about just anyone.

But she'd be careful next time. They'd have to be more chaste. More private. More discreet. They had to avoid suspicion. They were going to get caught otherwise. And Ares really didn't want to live a life in Rome without Lali at her side.

She was her friend. Her new sister in arms. Her sometimes... lots of times...naughty lover.

IM CACKLING. @lalienna-dementriento I’m outing you on your thirst! 😂😂

THIS IS WHY MOM *santino* DOESNT FUCKING LOVE YOU.

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Dorian Cleavenger // Various Artists