The black sedan waited in the darkness of a blind alley. Inside the plush cabin, Victoria tapped her phone screen, her profile lit by the interface.

Three sharp knocks rapped against the passenger-side window.

It was Nash. He stood there, a thick bundle of documents clutched against him. Victoria lowered the window.

"So, did the client get his destination? Night rates are high in this sector," she quipped.

Nash didn’t answer right away. His green eyes were wide open, staring into the void. He displayed absolute calm, motionless, as if refusing to move too quickly.

He reached out to open the passenger door, but Dahlia and Aiko suddenly appeared behind him and grabbed his arms. They pulled him toward the rear doors.

"Nope, you’re getting in the back with us," Dahlia declared. "Come on. You did the all the work, you’ve earned us taking care of you. No excuses."

"Move your big body, idiot," Aiko grumbled, tugging his other arm with her usual tsundere pout even though her fingers still trembled with excitement. "You did all the work, so now you stay in the middle."

Nash, a faint smirk on his lips, let himself slide onto the soft leather bench, immediately flanked by the two girls who pressed themselves against his sides like carnal shields.

Dahlia, her caramel skin burning hot, rubbed herself shamelessly against Nash’s massive flank. Her breasts crushed against his arm, nipples stiff and obvious through the thin fabric. She sighed warmly, nuzzling closer.

"Mmmh... you feel so good after all that..."

Aiko’s face was even more red, but her hand slid straight down to the giant’s bulging zipper.

"Hnn... it’s still so hard... papa is so strong..." she whispered, voice shaky. Her fingers traced the thick outline, squeezing lightly and feeling it throb against her palm.

Victoria, watching the whole show in the rear-view mirror, couldn’t help but smile.

"Looks like the client was generous," she noted, starting the engine.

"Ma’am, you should be honored being Nash’s private driver for today," Dahlia insisted, grinding harder against the giant’s shoulder. "He deserves the whole world."

Victoria adjusted the central mirror, amused, meeting her ace’s impassive gaze.

"Very well. And where does His Majesty want to be taken? Or should I just drive around randomly while the gentleman keeps fucking you two properly in the back?"

Dahlia’s cheeks flushed hot and she fell silent. Aiko abruptly turned her head toward the window, pouting for appearance’s sake.

Nash blinked and answered.

"To the Baby-Boom hotel. Let’s move."

The car surged forward onto the concrete. Victoria’s direct words and Nash’s overwhelming proximity were gradually pushing the girls further. Dahlia let out a soft sigh, her eyes gleaming with lust under the passing neon lights that swept across her face.

She didn’t reject Victoria’s suggestion at all, her hips moved subtly against Nash’s thick thigh. Aiko kept her face turned to the window to hide her embarrassment, her little idol pride fighting against her arousal.

"Since... since you didn’t finish up there," she murmured in a low, almost inaudible voice, "if you really need to... I wouldn’t mind picking up where we left off. Don’t get any weird ideas, Nash! It’s only to reward you... because everything you do for us is unbearable..."

Nash gave a faint smile, his green eyes still fixed forward on the passing road.

"It’ll be my pleasure, girls. But it’s not over until it’s over. Let’s get everyone out of there first."

A synchronized moan of disappointment escaped Dahlia’s and Aiko’s lips. They pressed even tighter against him. Victoria glanced back with a knowing smirk.

"Accept it," she said, pushing the accelerator. The sedan leaped forward. "He’s the boss today. Besides, Blaze... no one has ever yelled at me like that, talking to me in that tone of voice, then walked away to tell the tale. This is your fourth time."

Nash raised an eyebrow, observing the blonde’s perfect nape through the mirror.

"You look like you’re enjoying it though, Victoria."

"I like when the job is done right," she replied in a flat but amused tone. "And some reactions say more than words. The fact that the girl is sitting there in one piece, and Dahlia isn’t depressing, proves your method worked."

The black sedan tore through the district’s sharp turns at high speed. In the back, tongues finally loosened.

"I really thought I was gonna lose my skin back there," Dahlia breathed, resting her head against Nash’s broad shoulder. "When you started yelling and charging at Victoria like that... talking about sacrificing her... it was so perfect I almost forgot it was all part of the code to tell her to get out."

Nash let a moment of silence hang, his fingers tapping steadily on the bundle of documents.

"It was a close call," he admitted. "The plan nearly went off the rails the second that goon opened the bathroom door. I wasn’t expecting to see you locked in there, Aiko."

Aiko let out a long sigh of relief, wrapping her arms around her own chest.

"I thought it was all over. The way you spoke to your manager... the horrible stuffs you said... I was convinced Blacklist had exploded and you’d sold me to that pig to save your own little butt. It was terrifyingly realistic."

"I just put my whole heart and emotions into it so it would be undetectable," Dahlia replied, a hint of pride in her voice.

Victoria’s voice rang out from the front seat, her eyes fixed on the central rear-view mirror.

"Put your whole heart into it, Dahlia? If I remember the exact words you threw at Harlan, you said I’d fucked everything up, that I was crazy and deserved to get thrown out. That’s your emotions?"

Dahlia tensed up instantly. She started babbling apologies in a rush, hands waving in the air.

"Ma’am, I swear... the context demanded I be completely believable! If I hadn’t thrown you under the bus, Harlan would’ve smelled the setup right away! I was only following Nash’s strategy, I didn’t mean—"

"Relax, Dahlia. I’m joking," Victoria cut her off, smiling as she met the girl’s eyes in the mirror. "I’m not blaming you at all. Actually... your efficiency and cold blood were spectacular. You two put on one hell of a theater performance."

The adrenaline from the heist slowly turned into raw, uncontrollable excitement inside the cabin. Dahlia and Aiko, realizing they were finally safe thanks to Nash’s miracle, turned fully toward the giant.

To burn off the stress and reward him, they started shedding a few clothes in the tight space. Dahlia unbuttoned her secretary blouse, letting it fall open to expose her sexy, heaving breasts. Aiko shrugged off her wrinkled jacket and pressed herself tightly against him.

The girls moaned softly, seeking skin contact, grinding their wet slits against his legs right under Victoria’s watchful eyes in the mirror. Nash stayed strangely calm and impassive, green eyes wide open, yet accepting this total carnal submission.

Victoria adjusted her black glasses in the rear-view mirror, negotiating a tight turn.

"So Nash..." she began, her tone growing more urgent, laced with a curiosity she wasn’t even trying to hide anymore. "You’re not going to share with me the reasons for this little celebration? Their attitude says jackpot, yet you’re sitting there like a damn statue. What exactly did you rip out of Harlan?"

Nash didn’t answer right away. Slowly, he lowered his eyes to his right hand. While the girls kept him occupied, he fished through the bundle of documents and slid one sheet between the front seats, handing it to Victoria.

The ex-director glanced at it quickly, her sapphire eyes scanning the lines of code and the Underground League’s digital seals. She couldn’t read everything while driving, but she caught enough.

"It went even better than planned," Nash said in a completely detached, flat voice, almost disbelieving. "I’m the new legal owner of the Baby-Boom. Their contracts are fully locked under my name. Harlan validated the ownership transfer."

Victoria’s hands jerked on the wheel. The sedan swerved violently across the empty road. She slammed on the brakes, stopping dead in the middle of the deserted street.

At the back, Dahlia and Aiko were thrown forward by the sudden stop, letting out startled yelps and complaints as they braced against the seats.

Victoria didn’t give a damn. She unclipped her seatbelt with a sharp yank, yanked off her black glasses, and spun around in her seat, eyes blazing with shock.

"You... what?!"

Nash simply nodded, calm as ever.

"It’s exactly like that."

"But what?! How?? What the hell happened in there?!" Victoria’s voice cracked, eyes wide as she stared at him.

Nash kept his cool, pointing forward at the road ahead.

"I’ll explain everything in detail once we get there, Victoria. For now, hit the gas and drive to their hotel. We need to pick up the rest of the team before that idiot Harlan finishes jerking off and hits post-nut clarity. If he regains his senses, he’ll realize he just got his own deck robbed without even touching his so-called reward. So drive."

Victoria stared at him for another long second.

Her face, usually so smooth and impenetrable, was frozen in a stupor that went far beyond simple shock.

Her sapphire eyes, stripped of their tinted shield, were wide open, staring at Nash with an intensity that was almost frightening. It wasn’t just surprise. It was vertigo. For the first time since her birth, Victoria felt a crack in the steel dome Hector had built around her.

This man, this street rat she had thought she could use as a shield, had just shattered the only chain she believed was unbreakable. Her perfect lips trembled almost imperceptibly.

What the hell was this man? Who was he? Where did he come from? He had appeared out of nowhere and upended her entire life.

If Harlan lost the Baby-Boom... If Blacklist gained a multi-million-credit roster... If the King of the Rats gave his blessing... An invisible shiver ran down her spine, a feeling she had never experienced in her life.

The shiver of freedom.

Without a word, she sat back down, slipped her glasses back on, shifted into gear, and slammed the accelerator again. The sedan shot forward into the black night of the Underground.