Chapter 7: Kingpin
Trish emerged from the mansion, her eyes scanning the destruction left behind. With a flick of her wrist, she conjured a compact ball of intense lightning. She hurled it back toward the mansion, watching as it exploded on impact, obliterating the building in a fiery ashes.
She considered her next move—whether to head straight to Fisk or return to Dave. After a brief moment of contemplation, she decided to return to Dave first before taking on Fisk directly.
"I really wonder, How will Dave kill him? She thought as she licked her lips seductively , her Devil already showing.
Trish returned to Dave's room in the evening, finding her way to his bed, where she had made herself comfortable, sipping wine.
"Humans have really developed some interesting things," she remarked, savoring the taste.
Dave glanced at her, a smirk forming on his lips. "I could say the same about you."
Trish's eyes sparkled with mischief as she replied, "Really? Then why don't you taste it again?"
With that invitation, Dave approached her. They shared a passionate kiss, their hands exploring each other as they lost themselves in the moment. After half an hour, they paused, Dave finally asking, "So, did you find anything?"
As he poured wine for both of them, Trish replied, "Wilson Fisk wanted your father's technology, but when James declined, Fisk had him killed."
Dave raised an eyebrow. "Wilson Fisk? Was he also known as the Kingpin?"
Trish nodded, taking a sip of her wine. "Yes, the same. The criminal warlord known as Kingpin. It's a name that's passed among the heads of criminal organizations."