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"Took you long enough." Vanilla commented, looking up from his phone and to the woman sitting next to him, giving her a welcoming smile.
"You have no idea," she groans and turned her head towards Vanilla ice with a little frown.
"And by the way, I didn't find Diego, so I'll thank him later."
Vanilla Ice only replied with a simple hum, before starting the car and driving away. Seeing the highway have never made her this happy before, but in this case, anything other than going back to that pathetic place could make her feel better.
Vanilla drove with a steady pace, and honestly she couldn't feel more grateful for his offer. Funny how he reminds her a lot of Enrico Pucci, maybe it's his goofy laugh? Shy smile? Supporting character personality??
Dio met vanilla back on her trip to Egypt for her photoshoot session, he was one of the many young male models that attended the photoshoot that evening.
"You know," shifting slightly in her seat. I'm very glad to be able to meet you that night in the bar. "Cairo felt like a cult meeting rather than a photoshoot session," I hope you could understand how you, Maria, Middler, the boys, even Enya, fill that blank space in my head.
"To think about it, I couldn't disagree with you," still keeping his eyes on the road. "Yes Cairo felt like a cult, but it felt like a family cult if you ask me." Vanilla said with a straight tone.
"A family cult? Geez, where you'll hunt a black cat and sacrifice it to the lord?" Ask Dio somewhat sarcastically before looking at Vanilla as he rolled his eyes away and huffed. Dio tried not to smile, but failed to do so.
Three years ago, Dio's client at the time suggested her to do some modeling for his good friend's company, saying that his friend is going to be nice enough to assist Dio in every need.
Now, this is a man with many connections afterall, so it should be easy, he said. All you got to do is pose and smile, he said again.
"Modeling is not that hard, Dio. I've seen Playboy and many other magazines, you fit perfectly fine," The man said. And if Dio were stupid, she would've believed him.
But this is Solido fucking Naso we're talking about !
In the end, Dio was the one who accepted his offer.
Honestly, she didn't think that her face would be printed on the cover of the magazine, especially when she just started her career for fun. Dio have no idea what it's like out there in the modeling world, like are peoples as malignant as the beauty community? Yet shrug it off nonetheless.
One thing that Dio didn't expect was the huge positive feedbacks she received from, well, let's just call it the society. Her new co-workers congratulate her, and even the boss, Diavolo's friend, they call him Daniel J D'Arby (or DJ, although no one has ever called him that) congratulate her for her achievement.
Oh wow, I really got to buy Diavolo a drink or two some times in the future as a gratitude.
Daniel asked Dio if she wanted to make this modeling career a lifetime job, in which she accepted, a little bit too fast to look so desperate about it. If you think about it, Dio would literally kill to have a better and different job than putting some ton of makeups on your face that wouldn't even last for 3 hours long, suck some random cocks, and leave- well it is quite tiring for her to handle all the time.
"Watch out for the new blondy in town! Introducing DIO: The Girl Who Owns The World !"
The magazine said.
At first, Dio didn't dwell well with her co-workers, shrugging them off as an annoying pest. But as days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to years, she started to open up a bit to them. And without her even knowing it, Dio got herself a new group of friends.
Who honestly sometimes felt like they act more like an obedient slave than a friend.
Tonight, she will be staying at her soon to be apartment in the middle of New York city, and what's the first thing she would do? Probably invite as many FWB (friends with benefits) as possible. Dario bought the apartment just because it's the closest place to his mini football cult, and for adult reasons too. Although he usually stayed at his mansion outside the city, who Dio heard would be sold since Diego didn't wanted it.
"Ugh....are we close yet?" Asked Dio as she slowly rub Vanilla's thigh with her left hand. Earning a low grunt from the man. "Oh baby," Checking on the rearview mirror to make sure her little boy is deep asleep before continuing her tease, better save than sorry.
"I can't wait to finally be able to spread my legs soo wide on my father's bed." She whispered to his ear before giving a peck on his cheek and nibble on his neck, hands traveling towards his still clothed member and rubbing circles on it. Vanilla gasped at her sudden action and furrowed his eyebrows, gripping the steering wheel to keep his focus straight.
Just as his member started to hardened did Dio retrieve her hands away with a little giggle, as if to mock him. She then took Vanilla's right hand and places it on her inner thigh, slowly and teasingly leading it to her wet pussy.
"Dio...you naughty girl, were you not wearing any underwear during Dario's funeral?"
"You caught me," Dio moaned a bit as she could feel Vanilla's finger slowly rubbing circles on her clit. "You better punish me then~"
Without any warning, Vanilla inserted two fingers into her wet pussy, earning a high pitched moan from the other. Dio quickly covered her mouth with her hands, trying her best to muffle the sound of her moan and not wanting to wake the little one up.
Slowly she spread her legs a bit wider for Vanilla to go deeper, resting her head on the window. Dio rolled her eyes as she could feel her climax being so close, and with a few more of fast thrust did she cum all over Vanilla's hand. Her hands both rested on her shaking legs, mouth was open and her tongue was sticking out with saliva dripping.
Oh how he would savior this moment for the rest of his life.
Dio then took his wet hand to her mouth before she started licking the wet sticky fingers, and one would say she's a women of a thousand kink.
The car stopped just as Dio have finished 'cleaning' Vanilla's hand, looking out the window and knowing that they have finally arrived at Dario's apartment.
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"Car sex is very dangerous you know," scolded Vanilla as they walked towards the huge Italian inspired lobby and into the elevator. "You're lucky that I was the one driving," he said again, pressing Giorno's sleeping body closer to him as if trying to block his hearings.
Dio snorted a bit and rolled her eyes away. Just as the gate slowly closed itself did she saw a hand suddenly blocking it from closing, surprising her a bit.
Outside the door stood a very tall, muscular, brunet man. He was wearing a pair of grey ripped jeans, a simple plain purple t-shirt, covered by a black bomber jacket with a weird anthropomorphic purple creature screaming "ORA !"
Dio's going to guess that he have just finished his smoking break since he do have a sharp smell of a cigarette, and oh how much did Dio hates the smell.
It irks the woman's nose.
The man looked at the both of them with a sharp gaze as he went inside and pressed the button to the tallest floor, which is the 30th floor.
Must be someone really fucking rich to be able to have that floor all to yourself, Dio thought.
Along the ride, there wasn't any single sound- let it be from the usual elevator music, or Dio and Vanilla talking. It was very awkward and annoying, especially when you can feel that you're being stared and judge by a random person that so happened to be stuck with you on an elevator ride.
Soon Dio have reached her floor, and did the mad woman quickly strode off towards her room. She wanted to reprimand the man so badly, but with Vanilla there and a sleeping giorno, she have to hold herself back. Even though her gut told her that Vanilla doesn't even know what's going on, and how tension the quick ride was.
"Good for nothing shameless man," muttered the blonde underneath her breath as she swipe the card to Dario's room, unlocking it. Inside was a very spacious place with many sort of rooms. Honey, what are you looking for? A mini gym? A nice living room with a large ass TV? A private jacuzzi? Or a huge master's bedroom with the whole city as it's view?
That's not a dream baby, that's Dario's room. And all of this will soon belong to Dio, oh how life sometimes could treat you like a fairytale princess.
Dio put her belongings on the marble island and venture the kitchen first, smiling to herself and imagining the fun she would have all to herself. Maybe when Haruko's taking GioGio for the weekends, she could call her friends to have a sleepover- goodness! How she felt like a teenager all over again.
While Dio was drooling over the magnificent place, Vanilla on the other hand was looking for a suitable room for Giorno to sleep in. Dio decided to venture the room deeper and found someone on the living room that startle her to the core. It's her little brother Diego! And from the looks of it, it seems that he have been waiting for her arrival. He seem to be holding onto some sort of letter, a little bit too hard to cause wrinkles on the papers.
He was resting on the couch, face was looking down with an unreadable expression. He seem to be reading the particular letter too.
"Dio...I don't even know where to start," Diego breathed out, as if he's been holding his breath this entire time.
"What are you talking about Diego?" Dio was caught off guard with his sudden statement.
"I came to his funeral, isn't that all I have to do ?" Dio ask, clearly agitated. Slowly walking closer to Diego and stands across the man, crossing her arms just bellow her chest.
"N-no...That's not it, Dio. I have to be real honest with you- and I-I apologise if it might come out as a bit rude. But I can't even look straight at your eyes without feeling sorry of how much of a dirty woman you have become," He gulped before taking a deep breath and continue his speech.
"a street rat one might say for damn sake!" Diego managed to speak out, lifting his head from his earlier position so Dio can see his glare.
"And don't think that I am stupid enough to believe that the man you brought to father's funeral was, infact, your lover," He took a short sigh through his nose before rubbing his face with his slightly shaking hand and let out a loud groan.
"When I asked you to attend the funeral, I at least expect you to wear something formal, like any other normal fucking guest would do in a funeral. But you didn't just cross the line with that controversial bondage outfit you're wearing, Dio. You even lie to the public by bringing your boy-toy to father's funeral, unbelievable!"
Shock was painted all over Dio's face, but she's not going to allow anyone, let alone Diego, her "shy" little brother, scold her. Dio managed to calm her breathing before speaking out to reduce the tremor she's having all over her body. "Oh, so it's about that old man now?? Diego, I have no idea what poison he's been feeding you with, but don't you forgot that he doesn't even give a single shit about us!"
She wanted to scream and kick her brother out of the room for not just trespassing her soon to be territory, but to humiliate her too. He looked at her with disbelief painted in his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, as if she was telling lies about the man they used to called father.
"Doesn't even...he didn't even care when mother died!" Just then her brother stood up, walked straight towards Dio and pushing her body against the wall with a loud thud. One of his hands were gripping on her naked shoulder so hard that Dio started to shiver all over again.
Diego's not as tall as Dio, and you can very tell their hight difference when the woman choose to wear heels, and most of the time she would laugh at him for being such a small man.
But now, Diego looked like a whole different person. As much as Dio hates to admit it, right now her brother terrifies her.
Could a person possibly change just in a couple of years? Has she missed something??
Memories of her past starts to fill her head, making her nauseous. His grip was only getting harder and Dio could feel her tears slowly flooding her vision. But she have to be strong, she always has to.
"Dario was hard on us, and I hate him as much as you do. But do you know how embarrassed he is when he saw your face on that adult magazine??" Just then did he back away a few steps, still gripping on the letter. His glare never fade along with his temper.
Just as Dio tried to respond, her mouth felt stiff, she couldn't move at all- as if her trauma has taken over her whole body.
'Stupid, pathetic, worthless body!'
Diego took a deep breath and stare at the large painting of the Brando's family before giving her a smile that is so painful to see. "And be an adult for once will ya? Think before you act, Dio Brando." With that simple words, Diego Brando, her little brother, threw the papers to her before taking his leave as if nothing has happened while fixing his tie on his expensive tuxedo.
What the hell just happened? Did Dio really let that boy humiliate her that much? God! Never once did a man utter a word so insulting to her before, excluding their father that is.
Not long after Diego slammed close the door, Dio tried to compose herself and take the scattered papers on the ground, but failed half the way. She trip on her heels and fell, she couldn't feel anything anymore. Maybe, she thinks, what her brother said earlier was right. But what gives the damned man the rights to judge when he didn't even contacted her to ask how she have been doing for all this years.
Dio always wanted to make herself a better person, especially for her son. She thought that, maybe, she have done better than before. But of course, peoples would say otherwise.
She hated how Haruko drove her insane with their relationship, making her try pills and drinks that even Dio herself have promised not to be addicted to, and failed miserably. In the end, Dio have to admit it that she felt lonely, so lonely that she would do anything for peoples to compliment her.
Instead of talking things out like a proper adult that she is, she decided to what? Have a little fun? She felt so disappointed in herself that night, how she cheated on Haruko with another man, how she nearly lost her little boy due to her addiction.
"You're worse than Dario!" Her brother added earlier.
And now, she still got her current high paying side job that not just fulfill her desires to be complimented, but on occasion, her sexual needs too. She may have stopped her drinking and drug addiction, but she couldn't stop this one.
That cursed man have dragged me into this madness!
Dio took the scattered papers and began reading it, pushing some of her now messy blonde hair to the back of her ear as she reads.
'This...this is Dario's handwriting!'
The letter reads :
To Dio Brando,
You never seem to change huh? Ever since you were a little kid, all the time, and I'll tell ya again, all the time you denied my words, and in the end we will always argue.
You embarrassed and disappointed me, Dio. I hated the way you dressed to allure men, the way you do your face, the rumors peoples keep on buggin' me about your damned side-jobs, and even that bloody child.
It was already bad enough that you had a child at a very young age- just like y' mother, but to not even tell who the father is?
What a street rat you are, Dio.
You disgust me.
Do you have any damned mind of how much peoples these days would die to hear any gossips?? Damned you Dio! Even I have to hear my general manager discuss about the latest issue on New York's gossip magazine- about your nasty body being the cover of Playboy's rival company.
You only choose to play with the weakest group of people, mentally and physically. They ain't strong lookin' in any way, and that's disgusting. So stop with that bullshit- sayin' that they just artistic. Dio! You're making friends with the gay people!
You have lost your damned mind.
That's why, I, Dario Brando swear over my dead body that I would teach you a lesson that you will never forget in your entire life.
Take this as all of the punishment you deserve in your life, Dio. Therefore, I will give a simple life lesson to ya- make sure to be grateful to all of the things you're havin' now. Because soon, you'll be livin' a different life. A life that you will never expect coming towards you, brat.
You will become a worthy woman for once, a woman with a career, a real woman and not a street whore that's for sure.
The letter keeps on coming, and the more she reads, the more sweaty her hands have become.
"Curse that old bastard!" She screamed, face red with anger.
I, Dario Brando, shall leave you the command to be the new owner of my football team, Stardust Blood.
I highly doubt that a stupid girl like you would even know how to even run a simple business. IF you won this year's match, than you'll get to keep the club and my apartment.
But if you don't, then the apartment and my estate belongs to diego, along with the club. Which leaves y' with nowhere to go, and nothin' to have. But I ain't a bad father, right?
I'm gonna give you $150.000, and you can erase yourself as a Brando as if I give a damn.
You're new 'job' starts during summer, so be prepared. Take this as the summer you will remember.
Curse you for making my live a complete hell, Dio. You're the only disappointment I've ever made in life, but I ain't gonna tell y' as if you never made me proud before.
Goodluck, brat.
Dario Brando
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She didn't realize how long has she been crying, up until she felt a pair of hands grabbing her by the waist and putting her sideways on Vanilla's lap.
"I'm sorry..." Vanilla said sincerely, putting his hand on her wet cheek and rubbing away the messy mascara with a wet tissue.
For awhile, Dio just listen to his steady heartbeat and let Vanilla clean her make-up off. "You didn't do anything wrong, you fool.." she said with her usual scoff, which caused the man to smile a little.
"We were supposed to have fun, and now thanks to that bastard, my plan is all ruined."
"We could always do it next time, the timing right now could be bad either, I heard that the boys have been busy lately,"
She wanted to disagree with his statement, to fight anyone in order to make herself feel better all over again, but decided to just reply him with a simple hum.
"...Don't be sad Dio-"
"I, Dio, am not upset." She said with her false confidence, not realizing that her whole body is still shaking due to the shock.
"I am just utterly flabbergasted by his sudden change of behavior, although I should be proud that he changed for the better. Diego used to be the kid that would do anything for anyone. Too nice for my liking." She clicked her tongue in annoyance of remembering how people would bully him in the past.
Her statement seem to upset the man quite a bit, because he let out a sigh and comb her slight messy blonde hair with his thick fingers. It's not really helping, but it's better than nothing.
"He may have changed, but that's not a way for a sibling to speak to it's older sister like that," The man frowned as he discovered the bruise Diego has caused on her shoulder while pushing Dio's hair aside to take a better look, Vanilla would have obliterated the tiny guy right on the spot.
But who is he to interfere with one's family business?
"Besides, he sound as if he's about to faint in any second." Vanilla commented as he twirls her hair with his finger and let out a small chuckle as he heard her laugh a bit. That seem to lift the atmosphere a lot, and he wished he could just stay like this.
It have been quite some time since Dio have fallen asleep with Vanilla by her side, and a light thunderstorm
outside the window. It felt extremely cozy right now, but Vanilla knew that Dio is not in any clear mind to even get herself and Giorno any dinner. So, being the true friend that he is, Vanilla decided to be the one to get it for them.
He have lay Dio on the sofa before he went out, putting the fluffiest pillows underneath her head, so she would wake up with no back or neck problems.
"Hmm, would they prefer Japanese though?" The man thought to himself as he exited the room.
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Meanwhile, just a few stories ahead of them there could be heard the laugh and screams of childrens. Jotaro entered the room with his usual stoic face, which was immediately greeted by the young energetic blondy, Holly. And not wanting to be left behind, Josuke clumsily greeted his uncle with a hug, following his sister's step.
Jotaro let out a small smile before deciding to mess with both of the kid's head, especially Josuke since he knows that the boy hates it so much when people's messed up his hair.
"Oh Jotaro! You're back!" Jonathan poked his head from the kitchen and raise one of his eyebrows "have you meet Joseph and Speedwagon yet?"
"No, Joseph said that they're on their way back," Holly asked Jotaro earlier if he wanted to join her and Josuke on a movie time, but decline her, not wanting to suffer hours watching kids cartoons.
'Give me a damn break, kids these days have awful shows suggestions'
Jotaro left the kids on the living room to watch their favorite cartoon before deciding to join Jonathan on the kitchen, glancing back at them one more time to make sure that they don't do anything stupid.
"How's Jolyne?" Jonathan started, not looking away from the dish he's currently making.
"She's fine...all healthy and back in florida," Jotaro usually keep his rant all to himself, but somehow today he felt like he should tell Jonathan of how he felt.
"Is everything okay, Jotaro? You don't usually approach me and stand over like a statue," Jonathan decided to stop his activity and focus on his struggling brother, giving him his usual motherly worried look.
"Not much, I just heard that both of Dario's kid didn't even stay up until the ceremony finishes. Can't imagine how sad it is to be Dario, to have childrens that doesn't respect and love you back." Jotaro felt mad all of the sudden, but at what? Dario's children that he barely even know? Or that the death of the man himself was so out of the blue that Jotaro have to take a few steps back?
At first, to be honest, Jotaro doesn't seem to like how Dario acts. Talking inappropriate things about women, his drinking and smoking habits, slurs that he let out when he's angry, etc. As times went by, Jotaro have to at least respect the man because he's the owner. But on rare occasions, Dario could be a quite...gentle..? No, acceptable. That's it, more acceptable.
He might seem scary and all tough n' rough, but he did it on a purpose, and that usually got them on the winning team a season or two ago. Since Dario have gotten ill, the General manager tried his best to push the team as much as the owner did. Although he only did it in the shadows, heck- most of the players probably doesn't ever know who's the general manager is.
Jotaro knew that he shouldn't even think about this, but sometimes he felt like Dario was more of a father than his real father was- the George Joestar. Yeah the man at least paid for all of the boy's necessities, like schools and such. But he's barely at home, always out on a meeting. Plus, he's usually too tired to bother the boys. Jonathan might be okay, Joseph probably doesn't give a damn, but Jotaro? Whooah.
Being the last child of the family- he at least wants to know how a father would bond with his son, but received none in live. By thinking about all of this ordeal, he know that he sound super selfish.
But god, he couldn't even help himself !
At first, Gorge was the one who introduced Jonathan to the club, and later on Joseph. In the end might as well added Jotaro too, right? Now that's the problem, he's always the last one to be picked by their father. But with Dario, that man could see Jotaro's potential by putting him in a very serious spot as the player.
Dario is a great man, according to Jotaro. So here, he couldn't understand why the hell would his children disrespect their own father- his ex club owner/the man he trusted like that.
'This shit is a disgrace to his bloodline.' Jotaro thought, once.
"Hey...I know that you're upset with his passing," Jonathan, being the true gentleman that he is, decided to postpone his activity and turn his attention to Jotaro. "But we can't just go all out and judge his kids. That will be disrespectful and impolite, since we don't even know who they are,"
While still wearing the fluffy sky-blue apron with white ribbons that Holly have made for him, Jonathan reached out to his brother and rest his hand on his shoulder. He gave Jotaro his usual warm smile that shows his iconic dimples and pat his back.
"Everything's going to be fine Jotaro, just don't overthink about who the new owner's going to be, you might like him," he said before handing Jotaro a warm cup of coffee, which the other man gladly accepts it.
"Yeah, like Diego got the balls to look at the players eyes, and there's no way in hell that Dario would give up his hard work for a dumb bitch to handle," he sips on his coffee and choked a bit when Jonathan smacked his head lightly with the food magazine he's holding.
Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows before rolling his eyes with a tired sigh, "I have never meet nor know how this lady looks like,"
"You speak so highly of her as if she deserves it."
The older man gasped, as if he's the one who seem hurt by his brother's commentary and frowns. "Now you take that back,"
"No, I'm serious. Maybe now on I'll start judging people with what they wear,"
Jonathan furrowed his brows even deeper as he gives out his confused look and shrug his shoulders a bit, blinking and rubbing the back of his neck.
"I don't understand what you're trying to say, JoJo," he decided to continue cutting the vegetables sticks for the kids since Jotaro have stopped his rant a few minutes ago, but kept his ears open.
"Hm, let's cut the bullshit. I met Dio,"
"Oh, that's nice," he blurted out, seeming to be too focus on the size and thickness of one's carrot rather than the real issue.
Jotaro waited for his reaction and rest his back on the fridge, pooping open a can of beer and raise an eyebrow at his older brother. A few minutes have passed by and the sound of Jonathan cursing the air have finally filled the kitchen, which brought Jotaro the satisfaction of looking at it since he doesn't usually do it.
The man turned his head towards his little brother, and widened his eyes.
"You what !?"