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The Bird Cage

Mafia!Jimin x Reader

Chapter 20.

Warnings: Pregnant Sex, Riding, Daddy Kink, Edging, Orgasm Denial As Punishment, Spanking, Brat!Reader, Dom!Jimin, Squirting, Cum Eating, Mentions of Physical Abuse

Blood, Guns, Knives, Smoking (Cigarettes)

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You stare at the stage incredulously as you sit in the middle of Hyunah and Jimin.

"You're moaning too loudly, no one wants to hear you sound as if you're being run over by a truck!" Hyunah calls to the naked girl on the stage as she fingers herself. You snort putting your hand to your mouth as you sit in the empty theater the Lees own. Jimin sniggers before sipping his coffee.

"It's about being seductive, not overly excited. Put some clothes on." You look over at her as she rolls her eyes at you.

You've become close over the last month. She was like a weird, mother slash business partner slash sex monger. You have breakfast with her most of the time, since she's always in Yoongi's room spending the night. You've never met Lee Oh, but with how Hyunah talks about him, he's really just more of a business partner she decided to marry for his name and to make legacies with.

"You're beginning to show." Hyunah points out before lighting a cigarette.

"Must you do that? You know how I feel about that shit around my wife." Jimin mumbles bawling his hand into a fist.

"Yes, Jimin. I must, I have to sit here for hours on end watching girls defile themselves for a job. In my mother's time, pregnant women even used to drink and smoke."

"Yes, well 1910 is a long time ago, Hyunah." You smirk leaning back comfortably in your chair as you look at the list.

"Next!" You call trying to disburse the ridiculous conversation. The next girl comes on stage. She's pretty, has a pleasant face and Jimin sniffles before looking over at you.

"Do I have to be here to watch this?" He mumbles into the open air.

"Getting hard?" Hyunah asks as the girl strips down.

"No, I have a wife, thank you. I'm uncomfortable." You lean over and put your hand between his thighs feeling his soft cock. You look at him impressed and he rolls his eyes grabbing your wrist.

"You should know by now that I want you and only you."

"Yes, Park we all know. Every mafia or maid knows you want only Y/N until your little life ends." Hyunah ashes her cigarette as you smile and kiss his cheek.

"Speaking of maids, how's it going with that maid in your little playroom?" Hyunah asks quietly as the girl spreads her legs on the couch.

"She's not talking." Jimin says pulling your hand away from his crotch before intertwining your fingers.

"Because, I'm not allowed to go near it." You say matter-of-factly.

Hyunah tuts her tongue, "Pregnant women need to have fun too, Jimin." You smile before nodding to the girl.

"Go on, then." She begins to rub at herself and you put your hand under your cheek as if you were bored.

"What's up with the Kim Shin business?" Jimin asks, trying to ignore the girl on the stage.

"That is for another meeting." Hyunah says looking over at him. He hums before rolling his eyes. The girl enters four fingers into herself and you widen your eyes.

"Can you fist yourself?" You ask loudly, making Hyunah smirk.

"Babe." Jimin scoffs at you. The girl blinks before looking down at you in the crowd of seats.

"Yes." She says confused.

"Do it." You say folding your arms as Jimin clasps your hand tighter.

"If you want to get hard, then just fucking get hard." You whisper in his ear. He sighs loudly before sipping his coffee.

"You must be fucking crazy." He mumbles to himself before grabbing Hyunah's cigarette and burning it out.

"Stop smoking around my child." She rolls her eyes before pulling out her gun from her thigh.

"Look what you did." You mumble putting your forehead to the table.

"Light me another one, and behave yourself little boy." The girl on stage stops and you shoo her away before sighing. She cocks the gun at him and he reaches for her pack of cigarettes.

"Yeah, yeah." He mutters, grabbing her lighter.

"Why don't we all just behave like adults?" You ask with a smile clapping your hands.

"Because that's not fun." Hyunah replies before uncocking her gun and sitting back down as Jimin inhales before blowing the smoke in the opposite direction of you.

"Fisting girl! You can come back out!" Hyunah calls as Jimin hands Hyunah her cigarette.

"Never pull something out of my hands again, Park." He hums in agreement before clearing his throat. What a great group of company you have today!

You sit in the office chair, legs crossed as your girls file into the room.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Park." You hum in agreement.

"I have a meeting in twenty minutes. Let's make this fast." You tell the nineteen girls before clapping.

"Yoongs." You say before opening your hand at the desk. Yoongi places the briefcase on the desk before opening it. Bands of Won, all exactly the same amount, sitting prettily for the girls.

"Go on." You say before rubbing at your growing stomach. They smile at you before grabbing their cut and stashing it wherever they see fit.

"Any trouble from your men?"

"I have." You hear Sera say and you lean forward raising an eyebrow. Their safety was your number one priority. The men you send them to meet are usually on par with the rules so today is a bit of a shocker.

"What happened, Sera?" You ask putting your hands on the desk. Your engagement ring and wedding band gleaming in the office light. She bites her bottom lip before welling up with tears. Yoongi clears his throat before lowering his head.

"I would just...prefer to show you." She says with a small voice and you nod to her. She takes off her leather jacket before zippering open her Chanel dress. The dress rippling to the ground as she turns around. You take in a deep breath as you stand up.

"Who did this?" You ask stepping around the desk, her lower back and ass purple as she begins to sob.

"Okay. Okay." You whisper comfortingly as you rub her upper back.

"I begged him to stop but...but he said he liked that and...and just kept lashing me." You hug her tightly as she cries onto your shoulder.

"Just give me a name." You say as Yoongi looks up.

"Kwon Hyungwon." Yoongi goes wide eyed at her body before clearing his throat. You step back before patting at her cheeks to keep her makeup fresh.

"He's never going to bother you again. Hmm?" You say before caressing her cheek with your thumbs. She nods with a sniffle before picking up her dress.

"I want him in Jeongguk's warehouse by 8 o'clock tonight." Yoongi nods as you walk back to the desk and unlock the bottom drawer before pulling out another band of cash.

"Sera." You call to her as Jina zippers up the back of her dress kindly. You hold out the cash before sighing.

"Nothing like this should ever! Ever! Happen to you. You have men that go out with you for a reason. If something like this happens and you're too afraid to tell them then you call me. Hmm?" The girls nod at you quickly as Sera grabs the cash gratefully.

"You call me no matter what time it is. You're all beautiful and all powerful, you hear me? Never let ANYONE disrespect you because they think they can because they are paying. Money may be king. But I'm the Queen." Yoongi smirks as he stands up straighter.

"Get going." You tell them as Sera stares at you. You smile at her before tilting your head.

"What is it?"

"You're just a really great boss and we appreciate everything you do for us." You hum in delight before standing.

"I'll always do right by you girls. Know that." You say as she nods before grabbing her leather jacket and walking out. Yoongi looks over at you impressed.

"I like that line. Money is king but I'm the queen." You smirk at him as he pulls out his phone.

"I want his dick chopped off." You tell him pointing your finger.

"Tell that to the Prince of Castration when you see him in the meeting." He says with a laugh as he puts the phone to his ear. You tap your fingers on the desk before shaking your head. Men were far to brazen with women they pay money for.

"Yeah, it's me. Go through Sera's last guests. She had a Kwon Hyungwon. He's a warehouse body now."

"I want all those girls to have a knife." You tell Yoongi before leaving the office.

You step into the meeting room before smiling at Jimin who looks up from his phone.

"Kitten." He says happily as he holds his arms out for a hug. He discards his phone into the metal box before patting his lap.

"I missed you."

"I was gone for like an hour." You say with a laugh as you throw your phone into the box.

"An hour is too long to be away from my baby girl." You giggle as he pulls your arm, pulling you into his lap. He takes in a deep breath smelling your perfume before putting his face into your neck.

"How are the girls?" You hum pulling back.

"Something we'll discuss in here." Jimin nods before pushing his now black hair back.

He said something about his baby seeing him with his real hair color will make the baby bond more with him. You have no opinion on that matter, seeing as how you're sure his kid will love him anyway. You rub your ass on him and Jimin licks his lips.

"You're so horny these days, this baby is definitely a boy." You snort as the guys file into the room. Namjoon enters and you smile at him which he returns with deep dimples.

"Seokjin is with your sister for a while. I need some pussy, I'm a starved man in Busan." He says before picking up the cellphone box. You hum to him before laughing.

"How is she?" Jeongguk throws his phone in before sitting next to your empty seat.

"She talks a lot. Whines a lot. Demands a lot." Namjoon mumbles and you nod.

"Runs in the family." Jimin says rubbing your stomach. You roll your eyes as Yoongi enters, throwing his phone in the box before looking at you and nodding. You smile at him before getting off of Jimin and sitting in your own seat. Namjoon throws the box outside of the room before shutting the door.

"Y/N, please. The next time you talk to your sister, please tell her to stop asking me to fuck her." Namjoon begs of you as he sits down with a groan. You laugh loudly before tilting your head.

"Yeah, I'll tell her." Jimin chuckles before sitting back in his chair.

"Guns." Namjoon says pulling his own as everyone does the same. Jimin stretches his arms up.

"Agendas?" You nod before clearing your throat.

"I have one." Jimin holds his hand out for you to continue.

"One of my girls Sera was beat during her night with one of her guests." Taehyung sits up straighter tilting his head.

"So I sent him to the warehouse." You turn your head to Guk as he looks at you.

"Chop his dick off." He smiles before rubbing his hands together.

"Yes ma'am!" Jeongguk salutes you before putting a toothpick in his mouth.

"Is that all?" Hoseok asks you before drinking his coffee.

"No. That isn't." Jimin begins to rub your stomach raising his eyebrow. You clear your throat, Jimin is about to get very upset with you.

"I would like to put me going in to see Four to a vote." Jimin's hand stills on you before scoffing.

"There is no voting! You're not going to see her! Getting upset is bad for the baby." You raise your hand not listening to him.

"I vote yes."

"Y/N!" Yoongi raises his hand, earning a glare from your husband.

"You better put your fucking hand down." He warns Yoongi who slowly slides his arm back into his lap.

"Look at me." You stare across the table at Taehyung stubbornly. Jimin grabs your face with both of his hands before turning your neck to look at him.

"You are not going in that fucking room with my baby inside you. Do you fucking hear me? I swear to God! If you even touch that door pad-"

"You'll what? Shoot me? Kill me? You aren't going to do shit. Just let me see her!" Jimin yells frustrated before pressing your cheeks harder, his wedding band digging into your cheekbone.

"You are NOT going in that room. I DON'T CARE ABOUT A FUCKING NAME, YOU'RE MORE IMPORTANT!" You smirk at his anger. The way his neck gets red, his veins bulging out of his skin makes you smile. You know how much he cares for you, and seeing him all worked up brings out the giddy brat you can be.

"Wipe that smile off your face." He mumbles before letting your face go and leaning back in his chair.

"She's not going in that room. End of story. The next time you DO go in that room, she's being moved to Jeongguk's warehouse." You angle your chair away from him before folding your arms.

"Fucking brat, I swear to God." Jimin mumbles before pushing his hair back. Everyone stares at the both of you not knowing what to do.

"Well? Next fucking agenda."

Jimin slams the door of your bedroom harshly making you raise an eyebrow.

"I swear to God! You are so infuriating sometimes!" You take off your black jersey dress before smiling and sitting on the bed.

"What're you going to do Daddy? Punish me?" Jimin scoffs taking off his cuff links.

"You're such a little brat. Jesus fucking Christ." Your pregnancy hormones matching with Jimin's temper was the perfect combination for chaos. And sex, lots of sex. Jimin shoves you down into the bed by your shoulders. He straddles you grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.

"You really want that name don't you?"

"Yes." Jimin sighs loudly before burying his face into your neck.

"Why don't you just fucking listen to me? You never listen." You put your head back as he begins to kiss down your skin.

"It's more fun that way." Jimin scoffs opening up your legs and kneeling inside them.

"Fucking ridiculous." He mumbles to himself as he rips your bra off.

His arm muscles flexing and straining as he pulls off the ripped fabric. Your breasts were aching and sensitive, although Jimin was angry he still had a gentle touch that had you mewling for him.

"I will let you go and see her, once. Just once." He whispers quietly as his lips encase your nipple. You pick your head up shocked.

"Really?!" You exclaim, earning Jimin's hand over your mouth as he flicks at your nipple with his tongue. You throw your body back as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Fuck." Jimin curses sitting up and taking off his shirt. He's back on you within seconds, pulling your chin down with his thumb and index finger to let his tongue caress yours as you moan for him.

"Come here." He whispers wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you up to sit on his lap.

Your legs wrap around his body as he puts his hand to the back of your head as he kisses you. His hand reaches down, ripping your underwear off of your body. You were soaking for him, your body so receptive to his touch.

"I want you to ride my cock like a good little girl." He whispers before unbuttoning his dress pants. You slide off of him so he could get fully undressed, your fingers reaching down and playing with your swollen clit as he watches you.

"Look at my little Kitten, so ready to please Daddy." You smile at him as he sits against the headboard stroking his cock lazily before patting his lap.

"Come ride, Daddy." You bite your bottom lip crawling onto his lap.

You rub the angry red head of his cock against you and Jimin puts his head back to the headboard.

"You're fucking dripping. Christ." He whispers, closing his eyes. He grips his cock before slapping the head against your clit, moans ripping from your throat as your head lulls back. He teases your entrance and you sit down on him slowly. A low moan leaving the both of you as he fills you up completely.

"Your pregnant pussy feels fucking amazing." He mumbles before wrapping his arms around you. You begin to ride him, your face burying into the crook of his neck as he moans loudly.

"Fuck. You feel so fucking good." His tongue darting out to lick his lips as you bounce on him. You press yourself closer to him and even in his ecstasy he worries about you.

"Watch the baby. Fuck." His chest and neck developing a sheen of sweat as you buck your hips to his. Jimin pushes you up before grabbing your hips.

"You're so gorgeous." He praises you as he leans forward suckling at your nipple.

"Jimin!" Your hands grab at his hair as he begins to buck himself upwards into you.

"Yes! Fuck!" Your body feeling like jello, completely boneless as he pushes you down onto your back. His hands on either side of your head as he begins to bulldoze himself inside you.

"So fucking wet and tight. Christ Almighty." His bottom lip tucking into his mouth as he chases his high. His hand reaching down and rubbing at your clit as he moans your name loudly.

"You get me all fucking worked up just to make me fuck you. Hmm? That's what little cum whores do." He pulls out of you and you whine pulling at his hair.

"Flip over." You pout before doing as told. Jimin slaps your ass and you bury your face into the comforter moaning.

"You fucking embarrass me in front of our business partner."

Another slap.

"In front of my crew."

Another slap making you whimper.

"Why? Because, it's fun for you? Well this is fun for me." He whispers before slapping your other cheek giving his slaps no after care.

"This is what little fucking brats get." He eyes how your cunt pools with desire as your arousal drips down towards the bed.

"And she enjoys it." He scoffs before bending down licking up your arousal making you moan loudly.

His mouth encases your clit as he slaps your ass. His tongue unrelenting as he continues to assault your backside. Your moans get louder as the bubble inside you begins to expand towards your orgasm.

"Fuck! Yes!" You whine out as you reach the precipice, your thighs begin to shake at the oncoming pleasure. Jimin pulls away from you making you sob out upset.

"Jimin!" He wipes his mouth before rubbing at your small belly.

"That's what little brats fucking get. You don't get to cum until you apologize." You whine backing up into him.

"Apologize to Daddy for being a fucking brat!" He smacks your ass appreciating his reddened hand print. Your body begins to shudder in pain.

"Apologize, Kitten and Daddy will fuck you so good you'll be squirting all over me." Your pride was too strong, you didn't want to apologize but as Jimin enters a finger into your dripping pussy you weren't sure if you could hold on.

"If you apologize you can have a whole hour with Four. Hmm?" You close your eyes as he adds another finger. His hand leaving your stomach as he slaps your ass. Your body lurching forward as he begins to finger at the rough patch within you making you see stars.

"Daddy!" Jimin hums in agreement as he feels your cunt begin to throb for him. He pulls out, licking his fingers and shrugging.

"I can do this all night, baby." He says simply as you begin to sob at the loss. He teases your pussy with his cock, slapping the head against your sensitive clit. His pre-cum and your arousal mixing together as he rubs his cock between your pussy lips, small moans leaving his lips.

"Stop being a stubborn brat and apologize."

He enters just the head into you, his eyebrows furrowing at your tightness as he fucks you with just the head. You bite your lip backing into him and he pulls out entirely. Your hands flying to your hair as you lift your head and narrowing your eyes at him. He wipes the tears from your cheeks before slapping your clit with the palm of his hand.

"Apologize." You shake your head and he chuckles darkly. He flips you over effortlessly before pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingertips almost painfully. Your whimpering and moaning makes him smirk as you rub at your stomach.

"Good girls get a fat load of cum in their cunt. If you apologize I'll fill you up with my cum." He whispers before settling his head between your legs, suckling at your clit once more. Your eyes staring into his as he licks at your nub.

"Shit." He hums in agreement as he rubs at your taught stomach.

"Daddy, please." He pinches your nipple and you cringe at the pain.

"Please, Daddy fuck me!" He pulls away before wiping his face.

"You know what you have to say to make it all better." He enters his cock into you fully before giving two thrusts and then pulling out fully. Your eyes rolling back before sighing.

"Fuck! Okay! I'm sorry! Okay? I'm fucking sorry." Jimin thrusts harshly into you making you practically scream for him as he bulldozes himself inside you.

"See? Wasn't that easy?" Your eyes rolling back into your head as he puts your ankles on his shoulders. Curses leaving his lips as your pussy tightens around him from the new angle.

"Fuck, this pregnant pussy is incredible." He moans, putting his head back as he begins to rub your clit. His hands resting on your thighs as he fucks you roughly.

"Daddy! Right there! Yes!" His black hair sticking to his forehead sweated through as he feels his balls begin to tighten.

"Ah, Christ this pussy feels too good." He whispers as he rubs your clit quicker. Your thighs begin to shake and Jimin moans lowly as you begin to throb around him trying to milk him of his cum. Your orgasm building quickly from all the previous edging.

"Watch the baby." He mumbles in his pleasure as you begin to thrust back up towards him. Your fingers grip at the bed sheets as his cock begins to shudder within you.

"Fuck, cum on my cock. Shit, feels so good." He whispers as you reach your climax. Your back bows off the bed as you orgasm. His name rolls off your tongue like a prayer as your eyes screw shut.

"Christ! You're so tight for me. Fuck!" Jimin falls over you burying his face into your neck as he bucks into you with every ounce of strength he has. His cock throbbing quickly inside you before stilling. Jimin moans quietly before giving smaller thrusts to your pussy, riding out his pleasure.

"Shit." He whispers before sitting back up breathing heavily. He wipes at his forehead with his hand before thrusting into you again.

"I love you." He whispers as you open your eyes.

"I love you too." He bites his lip as he fucks his cum out of you onto the sheets.

"You get one hour with her tomorrow. That's it. You hear me?" He asks before moaning quietly. You nod before giving him a large smile. He snorts before bending down and kissing you.

"You're still a brat, but you're my brat." He mumbles against your lips making you giggle. He begins to thrust inside you again, his cock getting hard once more.

"Fuck, how does this pussy feel so amazing? Is it because my baby is in here?" He asks, rubbing your stomach, he pulls out of you before sighing and leaning against the headboard.

"Lick it off." He whispers before opening and closing his hands welcoming you to his body. You sit up on shaky legs before taking his cock into your mouth. You moan gently at his musky taste as you lick the cum off of his cock.

"Good girl." He whispers brushing your hair away from your face. Jimin moans loudly as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock before taking him all into your mouth and throat. Swallowing diligently to fit it all in till he hits the back of your throat.

"You suck such good cock. Fuck me." He mumbles palming your breasts. You pull off of him stroking his cock with your hand as he pulls you in for a deep kiss.

"Sit on my cock." He begs of you grabbing at your hips. You bite your lip as you ease yourself on to him. He rubs at the indents of your hips with his thumbs as you bounce on him. His mouth opening in pleasure as you moan his name.

"I'm not going to be able to cum but it feels so fucking good." He mumbles burying his face into your neck.

"Two hours with Four and I'll make you cum." You tell him, making him laugh with the shake of his head.

"Fuck you know how to negotiate, don't you?" You begin to bounce on him faster and a choked moan leaves his throat.

"Fine. Make me cum and you have two hours." He whispers as you flick at your nipples with your fingertips, the pleasure egging you on to ride him properly. His cock shuddering inside you as you swivel your hips on him.

"Oh, Kitten! Fuck!" You moan for him as he grips at your ass. His fingertips dig into your skin as you begin to sweat. Your thighs were starting to lock and get tired but you need that time with Four. Nevermind, the fact that his cock feels so fucking good.

"Just like that. Fuck, yes. Keep going, baby. I'm going to cum!" Jimin whimpers out as you slide up and down his cock, your pussy juices leaking over his thighs and balls.

"Fuck! Yes! Kitten!" His cock begins to throb inside you and you swivel your hips quicker letting the head of his cock hit your g-spot. His name tumbling out of your mouth as your head falls back.

"Shit! Oh God!" Jimin moans lowly before orgasming. His moans almost becoming sobs as his thighs shake in pleasure. You continue to ride him, rubbing at your clit.

"Mmm. Fuck, let Daddy see how you please yourself on his big cock." Whimpers of his name and curses emitting throughout the room as he begins to fuck up into you.

"Cum for me again. Good girl, cum on my cock." You close your eyes as the bubble begins to build before bursting unexpectedly as Jimin encases your nipple into his mouth. You squirt your cum over his thighs as you moan loudly.

"Good girl." Jimin mumbles before pulling you in for a kiss. You sag against him exhausted and he chuckles.

"Let's get you to bed." He whispers helping you off of him and laying you down brushing your hair over your shoulders and on to your back. He hums in agreement as you whine.

"My feisty little Kitten." He kisses your forehead as you bury your fave into the pillow. He grabs his briefs before wiping at his thighs and his cock.

"Open your legs for me." You do so gingerly and he cleans you up before throwing his underwear to the floor.

"Two hours. You promised." Jimin snorts laying down next to you, pulling your head on to his chest.

"Two hours." He agrees as he rubs at your stomach.

"Hyunah was right this morning. You're beginning to show my baby off." You smirk as you close your eyes.

"Just six more months." He nods before kissing the top of your head.

"I think it'll be a boy." He whispers to you as you begin to fall from consciousness.

"Me too." You whisper before falling asleep. Jimin angles his head to look at you before smirking and closing his eyes. "My little legacy getting big to meet the world."

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Fargo Season 4: A History of Kansas City Gangsters

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The following contains spoilers for Fargo season 4 episode 1.

Loosely inspired by Joel and Ethan Coen’s 1996 film, the FX series Fargo also gets loose inspiration from real events, cryptic though they may be. They say the names are changed out of respect for the living, but everything is told as it happened out of respect for the dead. Season 4 is set in Kansas City, Missouri, in 1950. Chris Rock plays Loy Cannon, the boss of an African American crime family. He’s got an eye to the future, because “Italians, they’re the past.”

The season opener gives a detailed history of Kansas City’s organized crime, from the Hebrew mobsters who put money on the streets and skimmed the profits off the top of most vices in the city. The Moskowitz Syndicate ran the underworld, we learn from young Ethelrida Pearl Smutney (Emyri Crutchfield), who is writing a paper on local history for school on the show. We are shown a mug shot of Liev Moskowitz, arrested on March 27, 1894, for extortion. “Then came the Irish,” she says as the screen flashes the year 1920, and we are introduced to The Milligan Concern. The mug shot of Owney Milligan, taken the day after Christmas in 1914, lists his crimes as buggery and perversion, not something you can make bank on.

The history report then skips to 1934 when the Donatello Fadda (Tommaso Ragno) comes to town to represent the Italian mob. He engages in a ritual with the Irish mob, which they performed with the Moskowitz Syndicate. The heads of the two families trade sons. The history report says this is to foster understanding between the two different cultures, but we all know it’s really the guarantee of mutually assured destruction.

Kansas City does indeed have a rich criminal history. It was called the “Paris of the Plains” in the early 1900s. By the Jazz Age, Kansas City was nicknamed “Tom’s Town” after political boss Tom Pendergast. It had places to drink, to gamble, which was illegal, and over 100 cathouses which are now cultural landmarks. The police department had been under the corrupt political rule of the Pendergast Machine, started by the “King of the First Ward” in 1892. The Volstead Act in 1919, which ushered in the age of Prohibition Act, did not stop the party.

The first organized criminals in the area were the Irish-America gang the Combine, according to the book The Mafia and the Machine: The Story of the Kansas City Mob, by Frank R. Hayde. But Fargo casts its net over the entire Midwest, and what happens on the show in 1920, was happening in Minneapolis at that time. Most of that city’s crime was being done by local gangs of the Irish mob, who rose up in a world run by Jewish gangsters not ready to step down. Isadore “Kid Can” Blumenfeld, a Romanian-Jewish immigrant gangster was an associate of both the Chicago Outfit and the Genovese crime family. He had rival gangs run by David Berman, Thomas W. Banks, and “Big Ed” Morgan. In Kansas City, crime was run by Solomon “Solly” Weissman, according to Americanmafia.com, who was also known as “Slicey Solly,” “The Bully of Twelfth Street” and “the Cutcher-head-off Kid.” They all lived under national commission rules.

The Italian mob was in Kansas City when the series’ history report says there were only two criminal players in town. At the turn of the 20th century the Black Hand terrorized Kansas City’s North Side. By 1919, Little Italy was under its own rule and cops who came looking to enforce laws ended up being ex-cops. Italian-American political figure and future Kansas City mob boss Johnny Lazia beat an agent who was investigating him for tax evasion charges to death. He also kidnapped men from Pendergast’s political machine to make sure they knew he had what it takes to grease the gears.

Lazia couldn’t derail the Union Station Massacre of June 17, 1933, though. Convicted murderer Frank “Jelly” Nash had been caught after escaping from Leavenworth Penitentiary. His partner-in-crime, Verne Miller, asked Lazia to help snatch Nash when he passed through Union Station on the way back to prison. The head of the Kansas City crime family was more of a politician than a gangster, and Lazia allegedly farmed the job out to Adam Richetti and Charles Arthur “Pretty Boy” Floyd, who earned the FBI distinction of being Public Enemy No. 1 after the grab became a bloodbath.

Lazia was shot to death in front of his wife at the Park Central Hotel on July 9, 1934, one week short of the first anniversary of the massacre. His underboss, “Charley the Wop” Carollo took the top spot for a short while but did time for income tax evasion before being deported to Italy. Carollo’s underboss, Charles Binaggio, who was one of Lazia’s North End lieutenants, became the Kansas City mob’s boss in October 1939. Binaggio was arrested for the first time at age 21. He was one of Kansas City’s best earners. Binaggio was also arrested on July 20, 1931, after a shootout that killed a Bureau of Prohibition agent.

As boss, Binaggio came up with a scheme to control the police forces in Kansas City and St. Louis, Missouri. The mob ran a nationwide drug ring in the 1930s, which was busted when the Bureau of Narcotics pulled in mafiosi from St. Louis, Tampa, Florida, and Kansas City. Binaggio didn’t get caught, but top lieutenant Joe DeLuca was sent up after being ratted out by a low-level associate. Like his predecessor, Binaggio was the political arm of the mob in Kansas City. By the early 1940s, Binaggio formed the First Ward Democratic Club and took on rival Jim Pendergast, the nephew of Tom Pendergast.

Meanwhile, the syndicate was growing impatient with Binaggio’s plan to control the Kansas City and St. Louis police forces. Binaggio threatened some top cops and tried to bribe a Kansas City police commissioner, but he couldn’t get things moving. On the night of April 5, 1950, Binaggio and his underboss, Charles “Mad Dog” Gargotta, were called into the First Ward Democratic Club. Police later found their bodies. They had been shot in the head four times with separate .32 caliber revolvers. Binaggio was seated at a desk, Gargotta was lying inside the front door. Over 10,000 people watched Binaggio’s funeral procession. New York City-born Anthony Robert Gizzo, a close friend of Binaggio who was arrested with him in Denver in 1930, assumed leadership of the Kansas City family.

Rock’s Loy Cannon is partially based on James (Doc) Dearborn who, along with Eddie David Cox and Eugene Richardson, controlled Kansas City’s East Side. They were called the Purple Capsule Gang, named after the color of their heroin bags. The Italian mob was under orders to stop heroin trafficking after recent heat, and the Purple Capsule Gang filled in the gap. Dearborn had an alliance with the Civella crime family, and partnered with “Shotgun Joe” Centimano on drugs, gambling, extortion, and prostitution.

Another figure on the scene who straddled the worlds of crime and politics was African American nightclub and newspaper owner Felix Payne. One of the cogs in the Tom Pendergast machine, Payne controlled the numbers rackets and got blacks to vote for machine candidates. Born in Marshall, Missouri, in 1884, Payne ran a tavern in Kansas City and co-owned the all-Black baseball team the Kansas City (Kansas) Giants by 1906. Payne set up gambling joints and nightclubs like the Subway, the Sunset, and the East Side Musicians Club, all of which attracted top jazz players who did after-hours jam sessions. The kind of place one of the sons of Chris Rock’s mob boss character occasionally plays in Fargo. Blues singer Big Joe Turner name dropped Payne’s partners, gamblers Big Piney Brown and his brother Little Piney, in the song, “Piney Brown Blues.”

Payne was just as successful politically as he was culturally, often fusing civic duties. In 1928, he organized 75 black Democratic clubs in the state of Missouri and started the Kansas City American newspaper with Dr. William J. Thompkins. In January 1929, Payne was kidnapped, blindfolded, robbed of his jewelry and $3,000 in cashiers’ checks, stripped naked and left in Kansas City’s Central Industrial District in subfreezing temperatures, the city’s main African American newspaper The Call, a rival to Payne’s newspaper, reported at the time. The Republican-leaning paper was very critical of the flamboyant underworld figure and his effect on the community.

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Segregation in Kansas City was systemic and multifaceted. Residential discrimination denied access to better housing, unions closed their books on black membership. African American voters in Kansas City were swayed from the Republican Party associated with the end of slavery to Pendergast’s Democratic Machine with criminal associations. Middle class whites formed a racist and segregationist voting bloc. Kansas City’s red-light district was racially segregated. Fargo captures the tensions of the time while playing loose with the specifics. Out of respect for the dead, it’s fun to keep looking.

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Carmen’s International Coffee Lounge

On King’s Cross, Sydney. (pre coffee lounge days): “It was 1957. The days when the mafia ran the show and the players were hustlers, pimps, hoons and queens. "You had flower people, you had the bohemians, you had voodoo, witchcraft, and black magic. It was just the most wonderful, interesting era."

"I used to come out on stage and strip. I had this huge purple umbrella and this red dress made in Hong Kong of glittering fabric, and I wore that with red high-heeled shoes and red gloves and red jewellery and lots of makeup." She had two snakes and danced the hula. She got a breast job and started working the clubs as a prostitute as well.

Dressed in her finest velvet and jewels with her man-made boobs pressed to the heavens, Carmen was the madam of Wellington's most notorious coffee lounge, where tea and toasted sandwiches were served downstairs and delicacies of the more discrete kind on the floor above. But that all ended 30 years ago...

With money inherited from her grandfather she opened her own coffee bar in Wellington. She found an old house in the centre of town and had it done up like a harem. "I opened up. I was allowed 100 customers a day in those days. I painted the whole place red, with purple carpets and black leather furniture and all the staff were drag queens, female impersonators and also gay guys."

"And I dressed up as a madam, you know, a classy madam, tits hanging out and split dresses. And all the drag queens I had working for me were very, very stunning and beautiful. They used to wear a lot of wigs, a lot of makeup and lovely miniskirts or split dresses and low-top dresses. Because a lot of my girls had to have their busts done in Cairo, Egypt."

“carnal delights”

source https://www.nzherald.co.nz/lifestyle/news/article.cfm?c_id=6&objectid=10378610 “Carmen recalls Coffee Lounge glory days” - Leah Haines, 2006

Carmen, the founder of Carmen’s International Coffee Lounge, was a flamboyant personality. A transsexual with a colourful past, she returned to Wellington from Sydney in 1967. Approaching middle age, Carmen decided she needed her ‘own stage’ on which to star. She took the right of first refusal on a clothing factory with a four-bedroom flat on the upper floor. It was located at 86 Vivian Street – next door to the Salvation Army.

In many ways Carmen’s was like other coffee bars of the era. The opening hours were long, initially from 8 a.m. to 3 a.m., and later from 6 p.m. to 3 a.m. The menu was straightforward but adequate: coffee, tea, soft drinks and a great variety of toasted sandwiches, cakes, pastries and scones. The difference was in the décor, the staff and the availability of sex. Carmen referred to her waitresses as hostesses: ‘that is what they were, and with the exception of the lesbians, all my girls were boys or had been boys at some time. They had to be beautiful. That was the mark of my establishment.’ While she gathered around her people of all sexual persuasions, it was never a rule that her entertainers and coffee shop workers had to be prostitutes.

Staff were encouraged to sit and talk with customers to make them feel comfortable. A ritual known as ‘the cups’ was devised whereby a customer could signal his sexual preference without needing to engage in a potentially embarrassing conversation. Regular customers were also able to liven up their coffee by purchasing a nip of brandy.

source “Carmen at the International Coffee Lounge” https://nzhistory.govt.nz/media/photo/carmen-coffee

The coffee shop didn't offer any delights of gastronomy, instead trading in simple sandwiches, cakes and scones alongside its tea and coffee. In a room filled with velvet curtains, feathers, ornaments and the smell of perfume, politicians would take their wives for tea and businessmen would conduct business meetings that were often fuelled by more than just a sip of Carmen's coffee.

For the customer who was looking for more than just a cup of tea and a scone, their teacup could provide a gateway to all kinds of entertainment.

source “Teacups talked at Carmen's coffee lounge” - Kerry McBride http://www.stuff.co.nz/dominion-post/capital-life/6640746/Teacups-talked-at-Carmens-coffee-lounge

Of those, the most famous was Carmen's International Coffee Lounge, a "flamboyant space" festooned with avant-garde European art, mirrors, and tropical fish, according to Te Ara, the Encyclopaedia of New Zealand. Although homosexuality was illegal, various types of sexual liaison were available at Carmen's. Patrons arranged their coffee cups in particular ways to indicate whether they were after a heterosexual, gay, transsexual, or drag queen encounter.

Should a police raid occur, an elaborate system of doors and stairways provided discreet escape routes.

"We had a secret door so you'd never know who was going up there, " she said in a 2001 interview.

source “Colourful Wellington identity Carmen dies” - Kirsty Johnston http://www.stuff.co.nz/dominion-post/6142914/Colourful-Wellington-identity-Carmen-dies

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Leader - Jeonghan (Seventeen) (M) [Mafia AU]

(For princess Anon! I love Mafia AU’s so much!!!~JLS)

You scramble from your place on the couch when you hear the sound of keys in the lock. Dating the leader of one of Korea’s top mafias tends to do this; make you giddy over little things that seem mundane in anyone else’s life. The sight of his suit jacket hanging on the back of his chair, the presence of a half full, old fashioned glass of whiskey, the sound of keys in the lock. These things mean he’s home, he’s safe, he’s alive. You find yourself sliding into the entryway just as the door opens, Jeonghan stepping in. You launch yourself at him. Jeonghan, the attentive man he is, sees a flash of blue and catches you just as you collide with his chest.

“Hi, my Queen,” he says, pressing kisses up your neck to your lips.

“Welcome home, my King,” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.

Jeonghan pulls back, observing you. You’re wearing one of his long sleeved, blue dress shirts, your long, soft hair pulled up into a messy bun. You look like you just woke up, which a look at the clock confirms. 10:15 am, you usually get up at ten due to your night owl tendencies keeping you up late.

“How’d the job go?” you ask hesitantly, worried to overstep you bounds.

“How do you think it went?” Jeonghan asks, carrying you into the living room and sitting down in his chair.

“Knowing you it went off without a hitch. Did you fuck ‘em up, sir?” You ask, kissing from his left cheek down his neck.

Jeonghan chuckles.

“Of course I did, baby girl. You know how good I am at making people scream,” he says, a cocky smirk on his face.

You snake your hand down his body, grabbing his cock in your hand.

“You best not have made them scream like how you made them scream,” You say, giving his half-hard length a squeeze.

Jeonghan growls and says, “Of course not, baby girl. This cock belongs to you.”

You continue kissing up and down his neck, leaving red and purple bruises wherever your lips touch. Jeonghan ignores you, grabbing the remote from his table and turning on a movie. Annoyed that your man is ignoring your hints you step it up, stroking him through his pants and nipping at his Adam’s apple you whisper, “Oppa, I’ve missed you.”

Jeonghan laughs. “I’ve missed you too,” he says.

“Really?” you ask, grinding against him.

“Of course, you’re my baby girl. Is their something you’re trying to get at?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“Oppa!” you whine, throwing your head back and grinding against him again, hoping he’ll get your message.

Jeonghan smirks, your desperation beginning to show through. It has been weeks since you last properly fucked. Quickies in his office at the base weren’t as fun when you have to be quiet and since he hasn’t been home lately with the war with some nobody group from a small sector in Seoul raging on, you barely got to see him. Luckily, he finished off the rest of the rats this morning. Now he’s home with you. He decides to move this along and says,

“Baby girl, if there’s something you want you have to tell me. Is it a new dress? Some jewelry perhaps?”

You growl, and lean forward, whispering into his ear, “The only thing I want is the monster between your legs.”

Jeonghan chuckles.

“Is my baby girl horny?” He asks, sliding his hands up your thighs to your ass.

You nod.

“Words, baby girl,” he says.

You whine again before begging, “Oppa, I need you to fuck me! Like proper fucking. I want to wake up so sore in the morning that moving is the last thing on my mind. I want my throat to be so raw from screaming or sucking your cock that I can’t talk. I want to be covered in bite marks and bruises from your fingertips and your lips. Please! It’s been weeks!”

That must have been what Jeonghan wanted to hear. He reaches up, grabbing the top of the blue dress shirt your wearing and pulls, tearing the buttons off and scattering them. Jeonghan pushes the shirt down and engulfs your right nipple in his mouth. You moan, sliding your fingers through his long brown hair. You close your fingers around a good chunk of his hair and pull, attempting to pull him way from your chest. It would have worked too, if Jeonghan hadn’t sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast. You gasp, tightening your hold on his hair. Jeonghan doesn’t let go of the flesh between his teeth, instead looking up at you, smirking around your breast. He pulls back until your breast leaves his teeth with a pop. You sigh, loosening your hold on his hair and running your fingers through it.

Jeonghan kisses his way up to your neck, leaving a trail of hickies in his wake. As he marks your neck, he lifts you up and pushes your back against the wall next to his chair. You gasp at the feeling of the cold wall against your back.

“Since it’s been so long since I’ve given you a proper fucking, where do you want me to take you, my Queen?” Jeonghan asks against the soft skin of your throat.

“Your desk,” you say, softly tugging on his hair.

“As you wish,” Jeonghan says, hoisting you up higher on his body before carrying you into his office.

He sits you down behind his desk and sits in front of you in his desk chair.

“Strip me,” he commands and you lean forward, gently undoing the buttons of his suit jacket.

He shrugs it off when it’s undone and hangs it on the back of the chair he’s sitting in. You quickly set to undoing his vest buttons and once their undone, you begin working on his dress shirt. Soon the pale skin of his chest and stomach is revealed to you. Jeonghan shimmies out of his shirt and vest, tossing them aside. You slide to your knees between his legs and glide your hands up his thighs to the button of his suit pants. You undo them, and with Jeonghan’s help pull them off of him entirely along with his boxers. His cock is standing proud and hard between his legs, begging to be sucked. You lean forward, all too happy to oblige. You wrap your dominant hand around the base and your lips around his tip. Jeonghan groans, tangling his fingers in your hair. He grabs a fistful, reveling in the feel of your warm mouth and hand sliding up and down his length for a few moments.

“Move your hand, baby,” he says.

You do as told and that’s when the real fun begins. Jeonghan’s fist tightens in your hair and he begins to thrust up into your mouth. You moan around his length, hollowing your cheeks when he pulls out and leaving your mouth lax when he pushes in. Jeonghan slowly works your head down his length until his tip is in your throat. He speeds up then, the tight muscles of your throat squeezing him deliciously, making him crave more. You relax yourself, letting your mind focus on taking shallow breaths through your nose while your man takes your mouth. When Jeonghan feels his end approaching he pulls your head off of his length and tips it back so he can look at you. You eyes are lidded, your mouth open wide as you take in larger breaths of air, saliva coating your chin and chest.

“So damn beautiful,” Jeonghan whispers, leaning down and connecting his lips to yours.

You sigh into the kiss, liking the drop of sweetness in the middle of your session. Jeonghan’s hands slide down to your sides and he pulls up letting you know he wants you to stand. You do so, your lips leaving his.

“Turn around an bend over my desk,” Jeonghan says.

“Do you want me to move these papers?” you ask.

Jeonghan smirks, even though you can’t see it, and says, “Nah. What the fuckers who will be receiving these papers don’t know won’t kill ‘em. Best hang on, baby girl. I don’t plan on letting up until I bring you to a screaming end.”

You shudder at the husky tone of his voice and lean over his desk, spreading your legs apart. Jeonghan grabs a handful of your right ass cheek, giving it a hard squeeze before pulling his hand back and giving it a stinging smack. The sound resonates in the room along with the surprised gasp that left your lips with it. Jeonghan places his saliva covered cock to your entrance and chuckles as your pussy pulls his head in with minimal effort on his end. He lets you think he’s gonna go slow before slamming the rest of his length in full force. You moan, your hands reaching for something, anything to hold onto. Jeonghan sees this and takes your hands, sliding them up to the edge of the desk. Your fingers grasp on, your knuckles turning white from how hard you’re holding on.

Jeonghan’s hands on the other hand find their way to your hips. He digs his fingers into them so hard you know there’ll be bruises tomorrow (not that you mind). Jeonghan groans as he pulls out and slams back in. His thrusts keep this force, but he speeds them up. The feel of his thick cock sliding in and out of you is enough to set your blood boiling and a knot tightening in your lower stomach. Jeonghan thrusts in and out of you with so much force your hips hit the edge of the desk, leaving even more bruises you’ll blush at in the morning. Jeonghan slides his right hand up your back to your hair and grabs a handful yet again. He pulls on it so that you arch your back and lean back against his chest. You moan at the stretch it puts through your body. Jeonghan thrusts go deeper, brushing your g spot hard. Your moans raise in volume from soft moans to full on screams as Jeonghan’s cock works your walls into submission. The knot in your stomach tightens and tightens before finally snapping. Your scream is an octave higher than your previous ones and your body quickly tenses before going limp in Jeonghan’s arms. Jeonghan lets you lay against the desk and fucks into you, his orgasm rising quickly with the effects of your amazing blow job still affecting him. His orgasm hits hard, his vision going white for a second and his balance throwing him forward. His hands land on either side of your body on the desk.

You sigh as your high washes away and reality comes back. Jeonghan groans, his balls finally empty.

“Damn,” he says, “I forget how amazing your tight little pussy is.”

Your walls clench at his comment and he laughs. He slides out of you and wraps his arms around you before picking you up bridal style.

“Lets go get you cleaned up and maybe have round two in the shower yeah? We have weeks to make up for,” Jeonghan says kissing your temple.

“I’m okay with that,” You whisper, your throat already starting to ache that delicious ache.

“Good, cause I’m ready for you again,” Jeonghan says with a bashful laugh.

“Of course you are, look at me,” you joke.

“Baby, I do look at you. Trust me,” he says, stepping into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

Needless to say, the two of you got no sleep that night as you made up for lost time.

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