Unbuttoned intentions can mean so much in a month with masks. An emboldened flirtatious streak. A reveal of interests kept in the shadows until something loosens it. Even the villain’s plans slowly coming together for their own desires outcome…

Today’s Friday Fiction is a reveal of our villains intentions and why they work together. Can you see the layers revealing themselves here?

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Sinful, October 2009

“Tim, if it was easy to break Tweety, I would have done it already.” Sophia blew out a stream of frustrated smoke off her long cigarette holder. “The warning about Woods being out of her league had the opposite effect, and now my beautiful broken musician is chasing her around like she’s salvation in a mini skirt.”

The disdain in her tone wasn’t masked. Nor was her ire at the goody two shoes and the useless man seated across from her.

“I think you can’t do the job because you are falling under the sickening spell too.”

Questioning the man’s skills wasn’t an easy task. Tim didn’t look like a sadist, but the coiled way his arms flexed suggested Sophia hit a nerve. And he had a reputation as the breaker on the block, with many women falling prey to him.

One way or another, Tim always got the job done. Tweety, however, wasn’t a completed mission yet.

What Tim didn’t tell Sophia was that Sophia might have this girl wrong. The great blackmail queen of the nightclub scene, misread someone? About as dangerous as suggesting Tim couldn’t get the job done.

Except… Well, it had been a long time since Tim saw someone take one of his attacks in stride. He’d sent an attacker to break her and introduce fear into Tweety’s little happy world. The attacker’s knife had gone into her shopping bags as some ninja like woman jumped the guy.

And Tweety turned that into a shredded top and called herself a cat for Halloween weekend.

That wasn’t right. Something was missed. Tim needed to break into her room and see what he could find. He was close, knowing that the room Tweety occupied was some internal secret in the club. All he needed was to grab her in her sleep and take her to his spot to break her down into that willing thing Sophia wanted.

The more Tweety eluded him, the more it frustrated him.

“I am not under her spell. I don’t think you made the stakes clear enough. I see her running your bar like she owns it, and I’m the one that gets all the pain from her punches. When will you throw one of your own? Especially if your little pet is leaving you for someone else. Maybe your spell isn’t as strong as you thought.” Tim put his hands on the desk, primed to stand as he asked “are you weak Sophia?”

“Lady Sophia, if you dare to question my dominance.” She puffed smoke at his face. “I will pull her aside tomorrow and lay out the way her insubordination will cost her. In the meantime, figure out your plan.I am going to make an auction to threaten her somehow.”

“Are you going to try to auction her off?” Tim’s voice held a hint of something dark and wanting. “Because I could buy her outright.”

“Let me think about it, plan. We’ll talk next week. Partner?” The question came with her hand held out like an elegant lady waiting for a kiss on her fingers.

Tim grabbed her hand, squeezing just enough to show he wasn’t afraid of pulling rank himself, as he turned it and shook it. “Deal. I’ll do more recon, and we’ll do this together, for now.”