Both men's jaws drop as they see Stevie wearing nothing but a t-shirt, her legs spread wide open. Her fingers are buried deep inside her pussy while she moans in pleasure. Seth looks at Dylan with shock and disbelief before turning his attention back to the woman in front of him. He grins deviously as he steps forward, reaching out to grab Stevie 's hair roughly and yanking her head back.

"Well look who it is," he growls, "

Dylan glances at Seth, raising an eyebrow. "I take it you weren't expecting this?" he asks coolly, taking a step closer to the bound woman. "Well, since she seems rather... preoccupied at the moment, perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more private."

With a nod, Seth reaches for a nearby towel, dampening it under the faucet before carefully cleaning Chiharu off. He then wraps an arm around her waist, lifting her easily from the counter and carrying her towards the bedroom where they both settle into bed together.

Seth watches Chiharu quietly, enjoying the sight of her relaxed form. He smooths a strand of hair behind her ear, a soft smile playing on his lips. Dylan remains in the shadows, observing their interaction with a calculating gaze. The tension between them is palpable, a simmering undercurrent beneath the surface of their shared intimacy.

As Chiharu continues to scroll through her phone, Seth subtly pulls her closer, deepening the embrace. He whispers softly in her ear, "You're beautiful," before gently kissing her forehead.

Dylan laughs darkly, grabbing her roughly by the arm before she can move far. "You don't understand, do you?" He sneers down at her. "When you owe the Mafia, they own you. You belong to us now." Seth steps forward as well, trapping her between them. "There is no escape for you, Lizzie," he whispers menacingly in her ear. "You are ours now."

Dylan's grip tightens painfully around her arm, his voice colder than ice as he speaks to her. "You don't get to say no anymore." He glances at Seth before continuing, "We are going to have our fun with you tonight, Lizzie. And from now on, whenever we feel like it, you will be here for us."

Seth laughs cruelly as he steps even closer, his hard body pressed against hers. "You're our bitch now,"

"That's more like it." Seth grins, glancing at Dylan before turning back to you. "We'll give you until the end of the week to come up with the money. And if we don't see a single cent... well, let's just say things will get ugly." He leans in closer still, his hot breath caressing your cheek as he whispers, "And trust me... you won't like how it ends."

Dylan nods in agreement. "You understand our terms?"

"Oh, you are a stubborn one." Seth growls as he steps back, giving Dylan room to speak. "The debt is five grand, but we're being nice today so we'll settle for four." He glances at Dylan with a smirk before turning his attention back to you. "You have until the end of the week to come up with that amount, Amber. And if you can't..." he trails off, letting the threat hang in the air.

Seth collapses against Gwen's back, spent and breathing heavily. "Holy shit," he mutters, nuzzling into her hair.

Dylan pulls out slowly, watching as his seed leaks from her pussy. "Damn straight," he agrees with a satisfied smirk.

Both groan contentedly, savoring the afterglow.

"All right," Seth says roughly, "we'll give you until the end of the week. If you haven't paid us back by then...well, we'll just have to take our fun elsewhere." He glances at Dylan, who nods in agreement.

Dylan steps forward, reaching out to grab Arum roughly by the arm. "Now," he says coldly, "come with us."

"Because we felt generous," Seth mutters under his breath as he follows behind them. "Don't get too comfortable, Arum. We'll be watching you."

Dylan pulls her through the doorway and into the hallway outside, moving swiftly down the stairs toward the waiting car. The driver, another member of their organization, glances up at them as they approach, a small smile playing on his lips. "Everything okay, boss?" he asks casually.

"Fine,"