Realistic or Modern Omertá

[Nap]

The Ten Commandments





I. No one can present himself directly to another of our friends. There must be a third person to do it.


II. Never be seen with cops.


III. Don't go to pubs and clubs that do not belong to the famiglia.


IV. Always being available for the famiglia is a duty - even if your wife's about to give birth.


V. Wives must be treated with respect.


VI. Appointments must absolutely be respected.


VII. When asked for any information, the answer must be the truth.


VIII. Money cannot be appropriated if it belongs to others or to other families.


IX. People who can't be part of the famiglia: anyone who has a close relative in the police, anyone with a two-timing relative in the family, anyone who behaves badly and doesn't hold to moral values.


X. Once part of the famiglia, always part of the famiglia until death. There is no escape. The only way to be "free" is officially signing Omertá, the Code of Silence.
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TALLY

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Capello

TO BE CAPTURED:


Freedom Bernice Acciaioli


Natasha Vee Belova


CAPTURED:


October Bartholomew
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Santorini

TO BE CAUGHT:


Teddy Giovanna Marie Luchetta


India Mason


CAPTURED:


Zoë Demetra Metaxes
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[Nap]

Beginning of September | Approx 8PM

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La Croce d'Oro

Let's Play A Game

Good evening Mr. Capello and Mr. Santorini,


La Croce d'Oro is here to offer you a one, and only one, chance for a lifetime alliance. We understand that your two groups have been fighting for decades after the infamous split. Karma for your great great grandfathers leaving us before, yes? Well, that aside, you've been battling for power, wealth, and to be the "top dogs" of the northern part of America. We can offer you that, and here's how:


We have spies in your groups, and you must have known that. Don't bother trying to find them because we all know that's impossible. These spies are our most diligent and skillful men and they will be the ones to monitor your game play. The game consists of eight civilians, each of them have something to do with the mafia world, whether that's being a great great grandchild or living next to an actual member. For the most part, they're random, but they're roles are vital to your success.


You must have these six people in your possession in order to win and there's only one rule, the civilians can not be hurt or killed.


Lucky for you, they all live in Toronto.


Have fun and happy fighting. You have one year,


La Croce d'Oro

Cristiano Santorini


It was pouring rain, even in September. Each drop of water could be heard one thump after the other, sending echos and rumbles throughout the large estate. Cristiano sat at the head of his office, his back at the large glass window and front towards the desk. He ran an olive hand across his stubbled chin and nearly slammed it into the dark antique table. He may have looked angry from his glowering expression and tense position, but the way his lips curled into an ugly smile said other wise. "Finally," he hummed lowly, his voice bouncing across the walls of the room, drowning out the rain.


You wouldn't be able to understand what the young Boss was so ecstatic about until you saw the screen of his laptop. On it was an opened email, simple in design. It wasn't anything fancy but the words on it were considered the Holy Bible to many in the mafia world. La Croce d'Oro, The Golden Cross, had emailed Cristiano offering him a place in a game. The game was to find six civilians and keep them in the Santorini possession until the due date. Normally, that would be considered easy but the Santorinis weren't the only players. The Capellos were also involved.


The Capellos were the Santorini's enemy. Decades passed and their troubles only got worse with the advancements in business and technology. When Cristiano first arrived to the estate, he had no idea what the problem between the two were or how it started. Eventually, however, he learned to shut up and despise them because even if the past was the past, they had hurt some of his brothers. Now that he was leader, his hatred was even worse.


"Robert." Cristiano called out. An older man stepped into the office, his dark hair trimmed with white, wrinkles faintly making their appearance on his face. He wore a typical suit that fit his muscular build quite nicely. While Cristiano was considered tall, Robert easily stood a good two inches above the young man.


With gray eyes and a stoic expression, Robert replied. "Yes, Boss?"


Cristiano pushed himself onto his feet, his rolling chair spinning behind him. His voice, faint with his old Italian accent, oozed authority. "Gather everyone at the estate at the staircase. Tell them the war will be over soon."

 

[kou]

••October Bartholomew••

Rain had a certain ability to make the best come out in October, it soothed her like no other and allowed her to be peaceful in general. Not that she wasn't a tranquil person however she often intertwined said emotion with her sarcastic demeanor, it was for the best that people received the worst of her first before allowing her to show her best. Aforementioned woman was now perched upon the window ledge, her feet swaying gently as she gazed at the drops of water which weeped upon the window.


She recalled singing as a child whenever it would rain, her voice drowned out by the torrential downpour and her mother making beef patties in the confined kitchen they resided in to eat dinner. Her mother would sing as well, her voice a deep baritone smoothed ovcer by the thick glaze of honey and sugar. That is what October seemed to image whenever she thought of her mother, it was what she would always associate with the one who raised her.


Her father's voice was somewhat different, uproarious and bellowing like the waves pounding against the shore. He reminded her of a storm which left a trail of destruction in its wake, seeping over the land like it was ripped directly from a fairytale. Combine these two distinct analogies with the soft and whispery words of October and it sounded unique, almost as if it were a broken symphony of sort.


It reminded her of rain pounding against the window, of wind creaking against the door, of branches rasping amongst the house.


It reminded her of life.





Needless to say, October adored the rain.

 

[KaoriMei]

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A L O R A _ I R E N E _ P A L L A D I N E

The blonde continued to walk, a little dazed. Had she really heard that? She blinked. Begging for it to go away. Yet the constant nagging was still there. No matter how much she tried to ignore it, she just couldn't. In fact, that thought itself made her laugh to herself.​

"What? Why are you laughing? Do you think this is hilarious?" There it was again. THE NAGGING.


Inhale. Exhale. She was doing a pretty good job she had to admit. It had been... what? Almost a month? She'd managed to keep it up. The silent treatment. What that heartless prick deserved. After winning over her heart ONLY to find out he was engaged! Fun story, right?


"Come on, Alora! You can't keep doing this -" He muttered in annoyance, managing to keep up with her pace. For a woman, she had quite the ability to walk fast. "I know you still love me." And there it was. The big secret. And he made it sound worse by whispering it.


She stopped. Turned around and stared at Nathaniel. "Listen here, buddy." She poked his chest with her index finger, "I really would highly appreciate it if you left me alone. I do not love you - get your bloody facts right!" Lieeee. Alora tried to keep telling herself that the feelings she once felt for Nathaniel had completely gone, but they hadn't. It had to be the eyes. Definitely the eyes. Or that smirk. Or his soft hair... They always got to her. And it's not like anybody could forget a seven month relationship full of happiness and love... and love.


"Ugh! Just go back to your fiancée, I'm sure she's missing you." She scolded before turning around and stomping off like a little child. Her thoughts had somehow managed to get her all fired up. Then she felt it. The sudden surprise of that little drop of water that lands on your face when you just know... that it's about to rain.





Cold. Freezing. Shivering. Numb.


Exactly how and what Alora felt right now. She stood under a rooftop shelter of a little corner store, wrapped in a HUGE jacket that came up to her mid-thighs. As much as she tried to not accept Nathaniel's jacket, he would not take no for an answer. So, she thought what the heck. May as well take it.


A small sigh escaped her lips. She watched her breath vapor disappear into the sky and smiled a little before turning to look at Nathaniel. "Look, Nate. You're taken. Okay?" She stopped and corrected herself, "You're engaged. You're going to get married soon." Slowly, she took off his jacket and handed it over to him. "I think.. No. I know it's best that we don't see each other. I'll see you... whenever."


Alora turned around and began walking off. Even though it was raining. And cold. The only thing she wanted to do was get back to her cosy bedroom, snuggle in her bed with nice cup of hot chocolate and melted marshmallows.
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[logastellus]

Florence looked out the kitchen window as the rain poured down outside her home. She couldn't hear it but she could in fact see, feel and smell it, it calmed her and was a sweet portal into her inner thoughts. Florence was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for her and her brother while he was locked in his office. She always cooked something different from the usual, this time based on the weather outside she made French Toast with sausage, some cream of wheat and a nice pot of chai tea to warm the blood flowIng through their bodies before stepping out into the cold. Florence's day started off as usual, waking up, playing some music she will never hear for the rest of her life while taking a whole hour long shower then tending to the fruit, vegetable and flower garden in the back yard. Florence would sometimes wake up wondering what it was like to hear, but just looking at some of the things people say made her reconsider her wonder. It was better to be deaf than listen to society corrupt people left and right. It was better to be deaf than hear the cruel negativity that occurs in humanity. It was better to be deaf than hear the seven sins that come out of peoples mouths. It was better to be deaf to escape from the world the only problem with being deaf is she couldn't hear the melody of the rain.


Florence sighed and started adding the meal she cooked into ceramic containers or holders. Grabbing three plates at a time she walked across the room placing the items opposite of each other on the table. Grabbing two mugs she twirled them with her index fingers before placing them on the counters and poured the sweet aroma of warmth into them. Carefully adding the right amount of sweetening she placed then on the dining table. Sitting in her seat since the age of 8 she proceeded to eat while waiting for her brother to come down for breakfast.The usual morning routine never gets old for her but an email just might change that.


@AlwaysYours
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[kou]

••Teddy••

Teddy couldn't exactly speak for everyone when she said she despised the rain. Prime example being that her dress was fucking soaked and she had received various catcalls from some knobheads who couldn't keep their minds out of their pants, the white dress clung to tanned skin and she shivered violently as she strided down the street.


Scratch that, Teddy fucking loathed the rain. Anyone who assumed this shit held some ancient beauty to it was out of their goddamn mind and she wouldn't hesitate to tell them that. Teddy screeched particularly loud as a car came flying pass and drenched her in water from a nearby puddle, she instantly made the obscene gesticulation to the fucker's rearview mirror but he was already speeding down the street.


She blatantly hoped that someone fucked up that Pontiac he was driving, the surly woman continued her trek home and ignored any passing glances at her state of transparent dress. Jeez, these people hadn't seen fucking body parts before? What the hell were they gawking at? She veered around a familiar corner before hesitating at the aromatic scent which wafted out of the slightly cracked door of a coffee shop she had visited often when she had relocated here.


Couldn't hurt to go inside and avoid freezing to death. Teddy practically jogged in her stilletos before slinking through the door and collapsing into a nearby booth. She scowled at the look of recognition over the waitress's face before waving her off only to be ignored when said woman settled a cup of steaming coffee upon the surface.


"Hey! I didn't fucking want any!" It was too late, the woman had made a speedy beeline towards the back and Teddy muttered another curse before grasping the cup and reveling in the warmth.


She couldn't wait to get the hell out of this town.

 

[Angst]

Eric Montagne

Eric Montagne despised the early hours of the morning. In particular, it was the span of time between five and seven a.m. that gave him ulcers each night as he lay awake thinking about it, his overly active mind much too preoccupied for sleep. This unhealthy form of loathing did not stem from an abhorrence to early rising. No, Eric's boundless amounts of energy meant that he was seldom ever tired, despite outward signs to the contrary (namely, the dark, bluish gray circles that had taken up a permanent residence under his eyes) and always woke up feeling chipper as long as he was in the right mood. Actually, the Frenchman very well may have loved the morning - had loved it up until quite recently - if it hadn't been for a certain ailing old hag.





Not but a single month before, Adelaide Montagne, a woman who up until that point had been sturdy as an ox and about a thousand times tougher, had fallen to a hopelessly advanced instance of lung cancer and, refusing admittance to the nearest hospital like the stubborn old broad that she was, had taken for a thus far indeterminate amount of time to her bed in her top floor bedroom of the Montagne family's courtly bed & breakfast. In Eric's reasoning, this had all been bound to happen at some point. After all, fifty years of chain smoking and just as many years spent without a single visit to a doctor tended to do such unfavorable things to people. He had been ecstatic at receiving the news of his mother's only having six months to live at best; after all, her death would place him at the head of wealthy Montagne family, and, to be completely frank, her stern remarks and constant criticism were among the things that her son could have very happily done without. Every ounce of euphoria, however, had been suddenly drawn out of the situation when he was struck with the reality that, as her only child, the responsibility would fall on him to take care of Adelaide for the remainder of her time on earth, and the woman hadn't given off any signs of intending to go anywhere any time soon. Probably just hanging on to spite him.


And so, the Capo of the Capello famiglia was forced to tend to his poor, sickly mother for two hours each morning while his superiors went about doing...whatever it was that they spent their mornings doing.


Currently, Eric was reflecting on this most dreaded of predicaments as he sat by Adelaide's bedside, a cup of rapidly cooling coffee clutched in calloused, twitching hands. Most of the woman's needs had already been taken care of. Her dressing gown had been changed, fresh sheets put on the bed, the laundry put in, and breakfast made. In addition, Eric undergone the seemingly endless process of checking in with every single one of the female cousins on whom fell the business of managing the more trivial affairs of the place, such as running the maid service and dealing with guest complaints, to make sure that everything was running smoothly. Surprisingly, as of yet, today had not resulted in any major conflicts. (From experience, Eric had come to the well-supported conclusion that no hour was too early for some asshole to start an uproar over nothing.) With ten minutes until seven, the time at which he would be released to return to the Capello estate, all that was left to do was to sit with his mother until she deemed it appropriate for him to make his exit. Which, for someone of Eric's...impatient nature, was the most difficult part.


To make matters worse, Adelaide never spoke; she just stared at him with those cold, cloudy gray eyes as she sipped elegantly at her tiny cup of tea, a look that just dared him to complain or to make any sudden movements, and dammit that witch knew how hard it was for him to keep still. 'Act like a gentleman, not a heathen,' she had frequently snapped at him as a child, followed by a slap to the face each time that he had proceeded to jump up at the dinner table, or to interrupt an important conversation. 'You want to be a man worthy of the Capellos' approval, don't you?' If anything, though, Eric could take a form of childish delight in the fact that he had been able to reach his current highly regarded position despite never really being able to meet her lofty expectations, and in the fact that he knew just how exceedingly furious it made her.


Nine minutes left.


Another long sip of tea. More silence.


Eight.


The feeling of those eyes boring into him, wishing that he could just off her right there.


Seven.


It was becoming excruciatingly difficult to resist the urge to hurl his own cup across the room and run for the door. Unconsciously, he began to bounce his knee up and down, immediately stopping himself once he realized he was doing it. Even that took a great deal of effort.


Six.


Agonizing boredom.


Fi-


Adelaide set the cup down on her nightstand before administering a curt nod in her son's general direction.





"You may go, Eric," she stated simply, her voice devoid of feeling. Over the years, Eric had learned his mother to be the one person whom he could not read.


The Frenchman forced himself to rise slowly from the chair, and to collect both of their dishes with a deliberacy of action that nearly drove him insane.





"Merci, mother," he replied simply, planting a firm kiss on the top of her head. He walked out without another word. As soon as Eric had passed through the door, however, though he did manage to contain a shout of relief, he did jump in place about five times to release all of his pent-up energy, sloshing coffee all over the tray that he held in his hands and letting out a breath that he hadn't even realized that he was holding. After hurriedly dropping the tray and the dishes atop it off in the kitchen, he gratefully exited the building, taking in the welcome fresh air. Pacing around the front of the building, he drew a cigarette from the package that sat neatly tucked in his pocket, bringing it to his lips and promptly lighting it, allowing the smoke to fill his lungs and calm his raging nerves. He felt the first drops of rain fall from the sky as he did so. Maybe the angels were crying for him, sympathetic of his plight. More likely, though, it was the work of the devil, crying for himself. An eternity was a long time to have to spend in midst of a woman like Adelaide Montagne.





Eric just really couldn't wait for the old bird to kick it already.

 

[lonecoyote]

Paislee Armbrüster

Paislee stood outside with her hands on her hips, an annoyed look on her face. She was very displeased with the animal in front of her. "Stop looking at me like that. This is your fucking fault. We could be inside the nice warm building but look where we are. Standing in the rain because your stubborn ass won't get inside." she said to the cheetah in front of her. One may be wondering why Paislee was standing outside in the rain with a cheetah. Well, Paislee is an exotic animal trainer who trains animals for commercials, movies, tv shows, clubs, etc. But this is only her cover up job. What Paislee's real job is is not what most people expect from a young lady. She is the Capo for the Santorini mafia. A job she worked very hard at to get and being a woman, she had to work twice as hard to prove she could stand up there with the best of them. But at the moment, she was teaching Hana the cheetah how to play dead. And despite the weatherman on the news saying today would be a great day to go outside, the training had to come to a stop due to the rain. The animal kept looking at her like it had been ever since the gray clouds made themselves present. With an unhappy glare. By now, Paislee's clothes were sticking to her like glue and her hair was becoming matted. The rain was running down her face and dripping into her eyes causing her to wipe them every three seconds. She had done everything to try and get the big cat to go inside. She offered to give her warm milk and the best dinner ever, to allow the cat more playing time with the other animals, hell she even offered to get the best catnip in the world. Still, the cheetah stayed glued to her spot.


"Oh my fuck! I would totally leave you out here but I can't because then I would get fired!" she yelled at the cat who turned its head and looked at her momentarily before laying down. Paislee threw her arms up into the air and turned her back to the animal, walking away and grumbling.


"Fick dich , du dummer Arsch Mutter verdammte Katze. Ich friere mir den Arsch ab hier und alles, was Sie tun möchten, ist verdammt Blick auf mich." she muttered in German, walking to her Jeep. At the sound of the car door opening, the cheetah was standing up and at Paislee's feet. Paislee looked at the animal in disbelief.


"So all you wanted was to go for a ride, Hana?" she asked the animal and smiled softly. She couldn't stay mad at the animal, even if she wanted to. Animals were her weak spot and seeing the soft gaze Hana gave her made her heart melt. It was times like these that Paislee was glad that her back seat was covered in towels. Paislee stepped to the side and let Hana jump in. Hana, like most of the animals she took for a ride, knew her place in the jeep. Paislee climbed in after Hana did and turned the Jeep on, turning the heat on full blast. She looked outside as the rain poured down, soaking everything in it's path. Paislee never minded the rain but she wasn't it's biggest fan either. Usually rain meant something bad or sad was about to happen. Or at least, that's how she knew it. It seemed that every time it rained, Paislee had to do something most people would never do or consider inhumane or get told something horrible was/has happened. Right as she was about to put the Jeep in gear, her phone began to rang. She looked at the caller I.D. and smirked when she saw who it was. She answered the call and put the phone to her ear.


"Yes?" she asked and put her seatbelt on, reaching a hand back to pet Hana's head as well as signaling her that everything was ok. She listened to Robert, one of Cristiano's bodyguards, talk to her. He was brief and straight to the point. He told her exactly what Cristiano had said and she couldn't help but to get excited. The war between the Santorini's and the Capello's finally over? It was the best news she had ever heard. For many years, heck decades in fact, the Santorini's and Capello's hated each other and wanted the title of 'Canada's Mafia'. For years there was so much bloodshed it could make a single person go insane. But the whole thing was about to be over? It was like music to her ears. "Alright. I'll be there as soon as I can. Also, tell Esmerelda to prepare a bath for Hana and I. I'm freezing my ass off." she replied and hung the phone up, putting her Jeep into gear and heading for the Santorini estate. As she drove, she called her assistant, TJ Stratton. She was feeling great now because of the news she was just told. She told TJ to take two days off, one of those days Paislee planned on spending by herself and the other she had a job she had to finish. She then called some clients that owed her some money for her help and services.


"You know I adore you, Mr. Calhoun. I really do. I just want my money. You give me my money and we're good. Don't have my money by midnight tonight and I'll chop you into little pieces. Then I'll take those pieces and put you back together and lay your new body beside your wife. I don't think you want that to happen, do you? If not, you'll meet me by the dock at midnight with my money. Oh, by the way, it won't be my first time chopping someone up. Keep that in mind." she purred into her phone as she pulled into the driveway of the Santorini estate. Paislee hung up the phone and turned her Jeep off, opening the door and jumping out.


"Out." she ordered while trying to keep her face rain free. Hana jumped out of the car and ran to the steps of the giant estate. She sat at the door and waited for Paislee, her tail swaying back and forth on the steps.


Paislee ran to the door and was greeted by a woman holding a towel. The woman put the towel around Paislee's shoulders and looked hesitantly at the big cat.


"What are you doing? Dry her off." Paislee said and looked at Hana who let out a hiss.


"Stille, Hana." Paislee scolded and walked inside the place. Paislee looked around at all of the white furniture and columns that decorated the place. It was truly beautiful and the architecture was one that made most rich people weep into their bundles of cash. While she was walking around, Paislee was greeted by the staff that helped to take care of the house. When she made her way to one of the magnificent staircases, she saw two men in neat suites. She knew who they were and smiled at them.


"If you see Cristiano or Nikolas, tell them I'm going to shower first. I don't want to catch a cold. Or pneumonia. Also, if anyone needs me, tell them to come to the bathroom. I won't be long." she said and they nodded. Paislee climbed halfway up the stairs before remembering about her cat. She let out a whistle and a chirp, signaling Hana to come find her. Paislee continued up the stairs and followed the sound of water to find the bath she told Esmerelda to prepare for her. Paislee smiled and took her wet clothes off, dropping them to the floor and hearing a huge smack. As she was about to hop into the shower, Esmerelda came in behind Hana.


"Clean her up." Paislee said as she got into the shower.


"Hana, Kein Kratzer . Kein Biss. Nein , ein Miststück."


As she showered, she thought about her orders. She knew she was supposed to be at the stairs of the estate but frankly, she didn't want to get sick. Being sick meant no job which meant no money and no money meant no happy Cristiano later on that day. So, a shower couldn't possibly hurt anyone, right?


@Raphael @KaoriMei (Mentioned at the end)

 

[Novus]

Damon


They had a year to change everything. To fix what was broken and turn the "business" around. This was their chance. deleted the email and it's copy in the 'Trash'. They'd know how to reach him if they had to. He stood up and pretty much bounded into the next room. Florence was there, as usual. The smile on his face would have set the room ablaze if it could. "Flo! I just got an email that would make Gramps dance in his grave." he said joyously, taking his seat across from her. They'd done this routine everyday for a while now, but today had hope.


"La Croce di'Oro wants us." It was better to deliver the good news before giving her the bad. Well, it was bad news for the Santorini's, whom had been their rivals long before they were born. Florence would have loved to bathe in their blood. And if they made an aim for his family, Damon would make sure there were no survivors.

 

[Semblance]

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Bright purple and blue hues of the black lighting filled the club as the loud bass of the electronic house music pulsed loudly in everyone's chests. A pair of sharp hazel green eyes glinted through the darkness as a tall muscular Hispanic man rushed around one of the side bars to fulfill the relentless orders of the partygoers. "Vodka cranberry!" a slim blonde female called out from the other side of the counter, her full lips painted red and her soft golden locks flowing down her chest. Adrian gave her a nod before his quick hands instinctively went to work. He grabbed a glass Absolut vodka handle with one hand and made a show of pouring it into a cool transparent cup, followed by a sweet cranberry juice with his other hand. Topping the drink off with a green lime, he slid the cup across the glowing tabletop towards the blonde woman along with a straw and napkins. "Here you go, señorita," he said politely with a thick Spanish accent and a charming smile on his face. The woman pulled out a twenty dollar bill from her wallet and placed it onto the counter. "Keep the change," she smiled with a sultry wink before turning away back into the crowd.


Adrian gladly accepted the cash and shifted his attention onto the next customer before his phone began vibrating in his pocket. He took out his phone to check the caller ID, but when he recognized the familiar name on his screen, he knew he had to take this call. His piercing hazel eyes looked over at the other bartender and made a gesture with his hands to show that he was going to step out for a second. The man nodded, albeit with a grimace on his face, as he was left alone to handle the overwhelming customers. The Mexican man silently slid out the backdoor of the club, frowning slightly when he saw the downpour of the current rain. "Hello, Robert?" Adrian answered his phone, holding the metal device to his ear. A sly smile crossed his face as he heard the news that the war was going to be over. It was about time. "I'll be there soon," he told the man on the other line before hanging up and sliding the phone back into his pocket.


Although he was one of the newer additions to the Santorini mafia, given that he had recently moved to Canada from Mexico only a few years ago, they were the closest thing he had to family in his new home. No one could ever replace his real family back in his hometown, which consisted of his mother and younger sister, but the mafia had given him a sense of belonging and loyalty. Especially after he began bartending at Echo, which happened to be owned by the Santorini's, Adrian had come to play a crucial role in conducting the mafia's underground deals. In the few years that he had been a part of this mafia, he couldn't help but become immersed in the Santorini's innate hatred for the Capello's, their rival mafia. And now, the time had finally come for the true mafia to dominate the lands.


The tan muscular man quickly slipped back inside the loud raging club and grabbed his leather jacket. After shouting a quick goodbye to his angry coworker, the Mexican made his exit through the back and dashed into the pattering rain. Adrian slid into his black Acura and backed out of the parking lot, speeding off into the distance. When the familiar sight of the Santorini estate came into view, he slowed down as he pulled up into the driveway and turned off the engine. Swiftly exiting the vehicle, he rushed through the relentless rain and up the steps of the grand estate.


Adrian was greeted by one of the maids as he entered the residence and took a seat into one of the elegant couches in the living room. His long brown curly hair framed the edges of his face, still wet from the rain, as his hazel eyes once again swept the lavish house. "Is anyone else here yet?" he asked one of the staff. The man nodded and informed him that Paislee was currently taking a shower. A smirk crossed Adrian's face as he leaned back into the couch, patiently waiting for the others to arrive and for Cristiano to break the news.

 

[Kingly]

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Dante eyed the punching bag, as if it was a dangerous opponent ready to strike at any moment, just as he was. He inhaled deeply, letting the small amount of air fill his lungs as he wiped the sweat from his face. He glared at the bag, he wasn't done with it just yet. He loosened up again shaking his arms out as he bounced on the balls of his feet before dropping down to his stance, raising his gloves up to his lips for defense. He began circling the bag. With every step he took, he felt the world around him changing. Suddenly he wasn't in the gym anymore, The sounds of weights slamming, treadmills running and boxing gloves connecting with bags had faded into the distance, only to be replaced by the cheers and screams of the crowd. In front of him was no longer a punching bag, but an opponent twice his size. An opponent with muscles the size of his whole body, an opponent that towered over him like a tree as he was firmly rooted to his position.


An opponent he was going to kill.


And at that moment he bounced forward towards his opponent. He quickly went for the right jab to his head which was easily blocked by his opponent. But his attack wasn't anywhere near finished. Dante felt the vicious Verazani blood pumping through his veins, pushing him to be more aggressive for every second he stood in that ring. He quickly laced a feint left jab as he watched his opponents guard raise, and as if he was a viper giving the punishment of death to his prey for making a mistake, he came with the right hook to his body hard making his opponent stumble back. That second of confusion was all the space Dante needed to work.


Within seconds he was on to his opponent like glue, his strikes connecting and flowing perfectly like he had practiced this moment everyday of his life, which he had. Left jab, left jab, right hook, left hook. This was the dance Dante's body naturally fell in to. The opponent made a sloppy attempt at recovering, throwing a lazy hook to Dante's head as Dante weaved under, another wave of rage taking over his body as his opponent even tried to fight back. He sent a hard uppercut to his opponent sending him up and back as he persisted, not stopping at the uppercut, he refused to give his opponent any break. He sent 2 jabs and a hook to the body, a jab to the head watching as every strike he landed sent his opponent closer to the ropes. He wanted to humiliate him, knock the brute right over the ropes and laugh in his face afterwards. As they neared the ropes, Dante pulled his right elbow back, it was time for his haymaker.


He heard the crowd cheer, the entire world around him slowing as his fist inched closer and closer to his opponents cheek. And then just as quickly as it had slowed, it all came back with the sound of a loud BOP. His eyes revealed a heavy bag swinging to the left from the powerful hit, the chains clinking as the bag continued to swing left to right before it's weight finally held it's place. "Now that's how you hit the heavy bag boys!" one of the trainers yelled as a smirk played across Dante's face. He took his gloves off and uselessly wiped his sweaty face with his even sweatier arm. He slapped the side of the punching bag, the middle and top shiny from Dante's sweat before he walked to the back room, where the showers were and cleaned up afterwards changing into some cleaner, dry clothes. He put on his black hoodie and some sweats and was on his way, putting the other clothes in his duffel bag.


"Arrivederci Angelo I'm gone." he yelled out to his trainer in the back as he pushed through the door of the old gym, hearing a distant hasty "A presto Don." as he walked out. The rain was coming down hard giving the streets around him a gloomy look. He sighed and pulled his hoodie on over his head, walking out to his red dodge challenger as he looked down at his phone putting his head over it to shield it from the rain. Almost as if on cue he got a call from the contact 'Rob' he sighed, probably more jobs to get done. Shame, he was hoping on returning back to the estate and relaxing for a bit. Though on the other hand, this rainy weather was perfect for a job. He picked up the phone and listened to every word he said as he unlocked the car door to his dodge, opening it and tossing his now soaked duffel and gloves in the back without a care. The words Robert spoke, he just couldn't believe. The war would be over soon? That was incredibly hard to believe, they've been in this war since.. Since he was a little boy and found out just what it meant to be a Verazani and that he would dedicate his life for the Santorini famiglia. He had lost friends to this war, spent weeks in captivity for this war. And he honestly didn't want it to end until every single Capello was killed, except for one. "Alright rob.. I'll be there soon." he said before hanging up his phone and putting it back in his pocket. He started up the dodge, muttering things to himself about the war before he zoomed off out of the parking lot and to the estate.


Dante parked in his usual spot and exited the car, leaving all of his stuff in the back for he would retrieve them later. Right now he wanted to know how and why this war had ended and he was about to find out. He pushed through the double doors of the beautiful estate and made a quick stop by one of the kitchens. Only to grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge and down nearly all of it in one drink before continuing on to the living room. As usual, multiple maids were in the living room waiting for orders or cleaning as Dante waved to them and shifted his eyes towards Adrian, the Mexican. Dante had hated Adrian with every fiber of his body when he first came to the Santorini, but after they were captured by the Capello's and just barely escaped with their lives together, they had formed a bond that he hoped and wouldn't be broken anytime soon. Dante's face lit up as he gave a slight side smile to Adrian "You're in the wrong place, Amigo." he joked to Adrian. One thing he loved to do to Adrian is give him a hard time. He dropped down to the seat next to him with a sigh and finished the rest of the bottle as one of the maids walked over to him and took the empty bottle on instinct to dispose of. "Thank you Rosalie." he said to the young Italian maid before adding "Si guarda bello oggi Rosalie." the Italian flowing from his lips perfectly as if he had been born and raised in that country, bringing a blush to the maids cheeks as she smiled to Dante. "Could you bring me another one please." he asked softly, the maid nodding her head eagerly "Y-yes M-Mr.Verazani." she stuttered through her Italian accent, as she turned to leave for the kitchen. "Wait Rosalie." Dante said stopping her, "Call me Dante." he said with another smile and a wink to her, as she blushed again "Y-Yes Mr.Vera- Sorry.. Yes D-dante." and with that she hurried off to the kitchen. Dante chuckled and turned back to Adrian "So what the hell is the big news, why is this war over?" he asked, quickly shifting from joking to serious in a matter of seconds.

@Semblance
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[caramel]

FREEDOM ACCIAIOLI

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"Come diavolo hai fatto a entrare a casa mia ?" , Freedom dryly asked the blond woman sitting at her kitchen table. Not missing a beat, Bex grinned at her friend and winked " How you think I got in ? I stole the keys from Gino". Suddenly appearing out of nowhere, Gino scoffed and softly hit the back of Bex's head, " Puh-lease. Your attempts at theft are atrocious". Still lightning fast with her comebacks, the blonde turned to Gino and said sweetly, " That didn't prevent me from stealing your sister's heart". Realizing what she said almost immediately, her and Gino faces became wracked with mortification and in Bex's case, shame. Freedom, who was annoyedly observing the banter, shrugged and tried her best to dispel the cloying awkwardness that had suddenly fell over the room. " That was funny so stop making this so damn embarrassing and laugh.....but you two still can't waltz into my house and not bring me any food". Bex's casual quips about their relationship fell on deaf ears. Freedom was young and starry eyed when they began dating and even so, her sights were dead set on someone else. Someone who touch she could never get out of her mind.


Gino threw his head back and laughed, perky gray curls flopping all over his angular face, " That's the reason we came, bambino". He pointed over to the other side of the table where steaming bags of Chinese food sat. Free's hazel eyes narrowed, " Didja bring the wontons ?". Bex, already getting up from her hair, bobbed her head " Yup. We also got the chicken lo mein, shrimp fried rice and mushu pork. Uh-uh, you're welcome, ya little bitch". Swinging her bag over her shoulder, Bex and Gino approached the corridor , both saluting Free before leaving. Silently standing in the doorway for a moment, the small woman shrugged again before pivoting around to address the more important matter at hand. The food was getting cold.

 

[kou]

-Teddy-

[media]

[/media]
'Baby's not made of china, baby's just sad.'


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The man was blabbering which would have been cute in any other situation if said man wasn't such a dickhead. Teddy had encountered her fair share of assholes in life and had decided at an early age that she was basically a walking magnet for the nobodies and wanna-be's, it had become her nature to revolve around those who put themselves first and people they cared for second. It was just the way Teddy was, allowing herself to succumb to the clusterfuck that was emotion and get herself hurt as a result. She supposed she liked the never-ending cycle rather than committing herself to some douchebag who considered himself above others just because he was intelligent.





With that being said, this man was about to receive a well-aimed kick to his groin if he didn't shut the fuck up about the "predisposed juxtaposition of Galileo". The alarmingly expensive dinner on his plate was beginning to get cold and Teddy was on the brink of driving a fork through his head, glancing at the exit every few seconds in order to ensure that should that particular need arise she would have some form of escape. Of course, just when she could no longer take his droning the waitress happened to swoop by and place the check indiscreetly on the table. Teddy made a vow to thank that woman when she could before she stood, politely excusing herself from the table and making a beeline directly towards the women's restroom. Teddy didn't entirely care if she didn't get paid for her services this evening, she would rather suffer through a bag of Ramen noodles then return to that goddamned table and receive unwanted advice on the danger of bleaching one's hair. The woman in question had a certain knack for ditching people and soon found herself opening the tiny window leading to the back alley and supporting herself on the ledge, jumping up and swinging a leg over before carefully maneuvering herself out of the opening.





When her heels had safely hit the ground she instantly took off into a full-fledged sprint before veering towards the right, placing a safe distance between her and the pompous prick before slowing down into a casual stroll. The woman was particularly intent on going home to her shabby apartment and slipping into a bubble bath, the grime of today had rubbed her into a bad mood but she seemed to always be surly so it didn't truly matter. Her apartment was conveniently located a few blocks away and in no time she found herself standing directly in front of the entrance to the stairwell, Teddy reached into her pocket before snagging the rusted key and setting off towards the stairs. Climbing had become less of a conflict since she always appeared to be wearing some form of stilettos and had become accustomed to running in them which had come in handy often. It was wondrously silent within the corridor and Teddy savored the moment before unlocking the door which had a faded 'B16' upon the surface and entering her humble abode, the place was organized seeing as she never stayed long however her bedroom closet was catastrophic enough to give anyone a migraine. Teddy often resided in a hotel due to her unwillingness to allow any of the men she escorted in her home although they never wished to do anything more than converse which her which was a relief most of the time.





The woman barely spared a glance towards the living room as she breezed pass, stepping out of her shoes before shoving them aside and jogging towards her room. The door was slightly cracked and the light she had left on prior to leaving illuminated a good portion of her bed which was something she was thankful for seeing as she often tripped over something most nights. The bubble bath would have to be postponed seeing as Teddy had become exhausted within a few minutes and collapsed onto her bed, sighing loudly before making herself comfortable.





She loathed this fucking job sometimes, it left her drained almost every day and it didn't seem to help that she had been pondering over certain events as of late. Teddy was still contemplative over the thought of visiting her parents temporarily and although it wasn't entirely a welcome thought it wasn't unwanted, perhaps to make up for her state of mind she could inform her mother of what she did for a living and watch as the woman practically had an aneurysm. Teddy chuckled before allowing her eyes to close, falling asleep to the distinct sound of nothingness.

 

[Nap]

Cristiano Santorini


He was standing in front of the large window behind his desk when the small knock on the door caught his attention. Robert quietly stepped in, his face showing his habitual seriousness. "Everyone in the area has arrived. Paislee said to inform you that she was going to bathe first before making her appearance and Nikolas has yet to show his face."


Cristiano sighed and rubbed his temple as he strode towards the door. "I swear my men are trying to fúck me in the ass and all the woman are the ones ordering them to." He said gruffly before ordering Robert to spam Niko with 30 voice messages about how he was going to have his hair shaved off and each strand sewed back onto his scalp. The choked cough made the young Boss sigh once more. "Just laugh Robert. You know you are like a father to me so I don't care what you do."


Before Robert could reply, they were at the top of the stairs. Cristiano scanned the crowd and nodded approvingly. Most, if not all, the Santorinis had made it. "Okay, now listen up because if you make me repeat myself, I will personally cut your tongues off with a shaving razor and feed it to the dogs." He seriously had shaving problems.


When everyone was silent, Cristiano began explaining every detail with a sly smirk. He told them about the email, the game, the civilians, and how if they beat this, no when they beat this, they will be the most powerful of Canada and the war will be over. He also explained to them how he should be receiving an email the next morning with their first target, so all they had to do was wait.

Beginning of September | Next Morning | Approx 10AM

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Cristiano Santorini


Cristiano was suffering from an intense hangover the following morning. He and a few of the boys went to Echo to drink in celebration, some of them even hooking up with a few women. All he could really remember was taking his 8th swig of straight vodka and dancing with a few people. He sighed and took a some aspirin before going through his usual habit of checking his pockets to make sure everything was there. Everything was, well, except for his wallet. Must be in the room.


His office door opened as he was about to take a seat.


"Dante. Adrian." Cristiano said as he threw on a look of seriousness, which really meant 'if you fúck this up, you're sleeping in the whore house tonight'. "I understand you two have gone on jobs together before, sì?" He waited patiently for them to respond, casually placing his elbows onto his desk and forming a fist with his hands. "Good, then this should be easy for you since you're familiar with each other's style." Cristiano slid a piece of paper towards the two. It consisted of a name, age, height, weight, home address, and the top three locations to find them.


"October Bartholomew." Her name rolled off his tongue smoothly, slowly, and coldly. "Find her before the Capellos."


@AlwaysYours @NimbusTheCat @Kingly27 @Asylumnated @Of the Red


(NOTE: The Capellos get October. If your character is not involved, he/she can be! Just write something to where the mafia has to capture you because you saw something you shouldn't have and you'll be taken to their place.)

 

[dwale]

Honestly, Zoë didn't think the shop had been slower than this in all the time she had worked there. I mean, sure, not everyone wanted antiques but normally at least an old, hundred year old couple was staring at one thing for five minutes at a time. It had just been empty today. She was tempted to shout out to her boss that she was going home, but she didn't need to get fired.


She leaned up against the russet colored counter, her fingers twirling one of the ball point pens that sat next to the cash register. Her eyes turned to look out the window and she watched as people walked by, busily on their cellphones or with some sort of partner. She rolled her eyes before turning her attention to one of the massive, rust colored decorations on the wall opposite of her. Her blue eyes narrowed in on the ugly thing and she wondered how anyone could buy something so hideous.


She wasn't one for decorations, anyway. Her apartment was bland and only had the necessities. She was a simple being. Simple way of life, complicated mind more like, she guessed. She heard her boss from the back and she grinned. The old woman was letting her go for the day. She quickly gather her jacket into her arms and pulled it on, flipping up the hood, before she grabbed for the black satchel. She slung the bag over her shoulder before exiting the shop. The small warning bell went off, but she paid it no mind as she began her walk back to her apartment.


It wasn't far and she preferred to walk. It was exercise. Not that she avidly worked out, but it was the most she did in a days time. She sighed as she turned a corner. Her dark, Android was soon in her hand and she pulled up a conversation between her and a close friend. She felt like going out tonight, but didn't want to go alone.

Freedom

me

You ready to watch me get hammered?

(short asf but hey)

 

[lonecoyote]

Paislee Armbrüster

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It took Paislee about 20 minutes to take her shower. "Esmerelda, I'm going to take some of this soap home. I'm running low." she announced as she turned the water off and immediately felt how cold it was in the house. Paislee grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself, stepping out of the shower to see Hana and Esmerelda waiting on her. Paislee smiled at them and moved her pile of wet clothes out of her way. She saw that Esmerelda had brought her a fresh pair of clothes and looked at the woman. "Thank you, Esmerelda. You may go now." Paislee told her and Esmerelda bowed slightly to her, thanking her as well before leaving.

It took a few minutes for Paislee to get dressed but once she was done, she checked herself. She nodded at her appearance and walked down the stairs with Hana following behind her. She was just in time to catch Cristiano finishing up with Dante and Adrian. Paislee ran a hand through her hair and grinned, adjusting her clothes before clearing her throat.

"What did I miss?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest and preparing herself for the news. She listened as Cristiano explained everything to her, in an annoyed manner because he had to repeat himself and he hated doing that, her skin crawling and her grin turning into a smile.


"So that's all we have to do? Get a few civilians, keep them alive and we win? I'm game." she unfolded her arms and stood up straight. She nodded her head to him as he left, looking behind at the Made-Men.



"It's good to see you two." she said and walked over to them, bending over and kissing each of them on the cheek. "Make momma proud, ok?" she said to them, her usual playful look completely gone and replaced with a serious one.

Paislee leaned forward and whispered ever so softly, something she did to intimidate and stun whomever she was talking to. She looked over at Dante in particular and placed her hand in a place that is rated PG-13 for young viewers while she spoke because she knew how important this area was for him.

"Because if not, I will personally cut off both of your arms and feed them to my lion. That way, you will never be able to masturbate again. Understood?" she stood up and looked at both of them, grinning and licking her lips. She didn't wait for their answers but turned on her heels to leave.

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The next morning came quickly for Paislee. After leaving the estate, Paislee went to Echo to have some fun and conduct some business. She ended up scoring a guy to come over and finished a long-running deal with a Cannabis drug lord. All in all, it was a profitable night for the young blonde.


She woke up the next morning early to get her morning run in as well as to get breakfast. She called her best friend and told her about the guy she snagged and who was currently still at her place.

"Yeah, I'm about to wake him up." Paislee told Ali over the phone as she stood in a towel and poked the guys shoulder.


"Hey, hey. Wake up." she said and heard a groan come from under the covers.

Paislee rolled her eyes and shoved his shoulder.

"Wake up, dammit." she said and sat on top of him. Beneath her, the covers rolled around and within a matter of seconds, Paislee was on the bed with the guy on top of her. He raised a brow at what she was wearing before grinning.

"What's the rush? I see you dressed up for me."


Paislee rolled her eyes and grinned.

"Fine. But after this, you have to leave. I'm serious." she said and picked up where they left off from last night. She kept her phone right beside her bed and on loud just in case she was needed by anyone and had to be there in an instant.
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@Kingly27 @Semblance

 

[kou]

-October Bartholomew-

'And my feet are spinning round, never knew I was a dancer till' Delilah showed me how.' Florence Welsh

Theme Song: Alt-J {Taro}


[media]

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October listened intently to the constant monotonous voice which drifted throughout the vast walls of the museum, a smile flitting across her features before disappearing altogether. Dust had gathered in the air and any movement caused a flurry of particles to instantly scatter, the place needed to be cleaned although October rather preferred the vintage charm. This particular museum had been founded in 1948 when commodities were scarce, the place had expanded since that era and had become a well-known tourist site which had proved fruitful in the summer. October refrained from staying in large crowds although she did adore seeing the surprised expression on people's faces when they were discovering something that they had never seen before, it was a brief moment where a human could possess the inquisitive beauty that they had been graced with. October found that to be truly astonishing despite her indifferent demeanor.


The woman hesitated before striding towards the section which featured various paintings that had been featured by obscure artists during the Renaissance Era, these masterpieces had been recently discovered by an organization the museum's founders worked alongside and they were breathtaking to look upon. She had seen many children flock around the colorful one which had been strategically placed in the center to catch the eye of anyone who happened to be passing through, they had been in awe of the soft swirls of blues and grays complemented with the distinguished bold streak of yellow streaking through the middle. Their round and innocent eyes had been wide as they belatedly told their parents of the wondrous picture they had seen and had been ignored in turn for more "adult themes", October liked children because they were able to see the world in a way older people were not. They did not know the concepts of greed and hatred as many of the elder generation had quickly embraced, they saw what their imaginative minds produced for them and they knew what no other would hope to know. October was stood in front of this painting now, adjusting her suit before skimming her hands along the surface.


Her head tilted in fascination as her brown eyes roved over the noticeable specks of black which were tied in with variations of differentiating shades and textures. Her mouth slid open as she leaned in just barely, distracted by the poetry which was embedded in the work. The artist had understandably poured everything they felt into this one piece, had captured it with a steady hand and artistic skill, had preserved the memory within a beauty that would bring about the subtle undertones of nostalgia in many. It was a pity they were not familiarized with the general public, October was glad to have the piece here and she could not wait to see another child whom found themselves locked in a gravitational pull by the work of a desperate man.


Pulling herself away from the silent revelry, October composed herself once more before returning to the main area where a surge of people glided pass her. She was a figure amidst a sea of specks moving about in their own direction.





She wondered if this was what the artist was getting at.

 

[caramel]

< LAST NIGHT >




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FREEDOM ACCIAIOLI

One narrowed eye peeked out from behind a hand to stare accusingly at the television . Seconds later, the hand shielded it again. Finally, after various screams, squishes and snaps, Freedom took her hands off her face then stared at the screen head on. The mutilated body of Lucas, the hunky yet sensitive jock, hung upside down and-Free let out a low groan- inside out . Freedom could take blood galore but as soon as intestines come out, she's gone. " Why the fuck did I want to watch this.....Oh god-I didn't think that's what a smashed up spleen looked like". She feverishly dug through the blankets to find the remote, wishing she hadn't watched this alone. Freedom grabbed a small, oblong object that was still violently shuddering. Thumbing the passcode into her phone , the young woman smiled softly to herself as she read the text. It was always a good time to watch Zoë get wasted.





Getting up slowly from the couch, Freedom gave a cat-like stretch, exhaling tiredly. Her hair was plastered to her head on one side from laying down too long, her foot was numb and the t-shirt she was wearing belonged to Nolan so to say it swallowed her up was a understatement. Oh, she felt gorgeous already. Freedom dug around for the remote then just gave up to turn the TV off with that button everyone forgets is there, "And now I'm going to have to deal with the jeans again". You see, Free had these jeans. They made her legs look longer, were tight but not, like, too tight and went with anything. The only problem was it took forever to fit them onto her ass. Honestly, not a lot of things could get over her ass but the effort it took to get the jeans on ? It was almost not worth it.

><​

Zoë

them

You ready to watch me get hammered?

me

You know it. I'll be out in sec, I'm wearing " The Jeans"

><

Freedom stared at her palms for a second, debating whether to cover them up. She's heard quite unpleasant things about the scars and it's horrid getting asked if you had "daddy issues" or simply did to yourself . Some would ask her off the bat while others just uneasily eyed them for ten minutes. "Eh, they'll live". Looking herself over on more time, Free shrugged and headed out, Zoë already waiting in the parking lot of her apartment .
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[dwale]

Zoë's head hurt along with her back. That was the first thing she registered. Her lids opened to reveal her pale blue orbs and she immediately regretted opening her eyes so quickly. Her hands immediately made to cover her eyes, the morning light filtering through her transparent black current and hitting her sensitive eyes. Her head pounded with even more ferocity now than it had before. Her mouth and throat were lacking any self-made moisture and the groan she had tried to push from her lips, resulted in a bunch of cracking, inaudible noises.


After a few long moments of a pity party she pushed herself from the tangle mess that was her comforter and sheets. She was still in her clothes from the previous day, although they felt far more gross than they had yesterday. She must have drank a lot. Her hand planted itself firmly against the doorway as she swayed, trying to keep whatever might be in her stomach, in her stomach. "Freedom," She called in that hoarse, inaudible tone. No amount of clearing her throat would help her case. She needed water. And Aspirin.


Zoë got the said items and was then able to talk. She noticed her friend on the couch and she would have laughed had she been feeling better. She stumbled over to the couch and shook her friend, hoping to wake her. She was going to offer the girl the shower first. She felt an odd lump as she sat down and she reached into her back pocket. She produced a black, leather wallet and she flipped it open, eyes running over the contents. Cristiano Santorini. She didn't know anyone by that name. She must have snatched it sometime last night. Old habits died hard, especially when you were intoxicated.


"Freedom," She said as she pulled an unknown watch from her wrist and set that and the wallet on the coffee table directly next to her. "Wake the fuck up," She growled after a moment of silence and gave her friend's shoulder a little shake. She was getting slightly irritated, due to her headache and everything else that came with a hangover, and she just wanted to shower.

 

[kou]

-Teddy-

[media]

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'Carmen, Carmen doesn't have a problem; lying to herself cuz' her liquor's top shelf.'


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The elderly woman was sat upon her doorstep, a vacant grin plastered on her face as she gazed at Teddy. Anyone would have assumed the lady was senile or perhaps not the brightest light bulb in the bunch but Teddy knew better than to assume such things, the Italian woman moved quickly despite her telling signs of age and she hit even harder which was something Teddy had discovered quite soon. Age did not determine strength and Bella could roll with the best of them if she chose, instantly springing up as she quickly closed the distance between her and Teddy before wrapping the younger woman in a tight embrace. Teddy had learned not to resist, bad things happened when you resisted.


"Ciao amore, come stai?" {Hello love, how are you?} Bella grinned, exposing whitened teeth before cupping Teddy's face and placing a kiss on her cheek, Teddy didn't dare move away or recoil from her grip. It was on certain days that one would be surprised by Teddy's sudden respectful demeanor but this woman had picked Teddy up off the criminal-ridden streets when she had had no one to lean on and Teddy would never neglect to remember that. It was days like these which happened to be her favorite, the younger woman followed Bella silently into the comfort of her home before observing the way Bella's graying hair swung back and forth from where it cascaded down her back. Bella was midway into conversation, transitioning fluidly from Italian to English as she did so, before she faced Teddy and a frown steadily spread across her face. Teddy took in the sterilized counters as well as the wooden floors before glancing down at the white cat which purred contentedly against her leg before wandering off into the kitchen, the feline's name was Lucifer which was not exactly fitting for such a sweet animal but Bella had a morbid sense of humor.





"You are not speaking as often as you did before, there is something wrong." Teddy had always been amazed by the way Bella spoke, her accent intermingling with her words and create a strong and sturdy baritone which was subtly sweet. It spoke of wisdom and adventure which Teddy found to be another quality which was admirable about the woman, her voice had the ability to soothe and reprimand like that of a mother's would. Teddy wondered if Bella had ever raised a child, she had never asked. What Bella had said was true although the woman did not waste her breath if she wasn't correct on a certain subject, Teddy took the time to lean against the mahogany doorway before inclining her head in agreement.





"Things have been hectic and rushed, I just feel as if everything has stopped for me..I feel as if every day it has become the same routine and it's just boring." Bella would understand, she always had understood and that would never be any different however Teddy knew that the woman would not be able to assist with this particular problem. Bella must have known it as well, seeing as she glided into the confined kitchen before opening a cabinet and pulling out what appeared to be a can of tomatoes. Leave it to Italians to cook whenever they felt pressured. The woman roamed about the kitchen as if she were floating on air, her movements were precise and planned and it awed Teddy to no extent as she perched upon a chair at the small table which stood directly in front of the divider separating her and Bella.





:As you know, I was an escort such a long time ago. I did exactly what you did and I had the same thoughts as you, I questioned myself everyday and never knew if I would discover any of the answers. I believe that changed when I met a man who wasn't associated with the job, he was such a handsome gentleman and so kind..I fell in love with him quickly because I was a foolish girl--" Teddy remained silent as she studied Bella's facial features, they were devoid of emotion. Bella removed a large wooden spoon from within the pantry before pointing the object in Teddy's direction.


"I was beautiful like you but I was reckless, it got my heart broken..but I don't think I will ever regret loving that man because he taught me how to live. I was lifeless before him, I had no soul and no finesse, I was not the woman I am today but he changed that. I can not tell you how to live your life amore but I can tell you that it is better to be hurt than to expect not to be." Bella fixated her gaze on Teddy, a small smile apparent on her face before a dish rag went sailing through the air and hit the younger woman directly in her face. Teddy spluttered out a cough before holding back the steady stream of curses which were threatening to be released, glaring at Bella as she tilted her head back and laughed loudly. Once the older woman had composed herself, she beckoned towards Teddy.





"Take your mind off of such things and cook with me, if you mess it up then I have an excuse to beat you." Teddy laughed quietly before making her way towards the woman, busying herself with whatever Bella happened to hand her. She reflected over Bella's words and felt a heavy burden being casually lifted off of her shoulders, it was times like these where she was glad she had made the correct decision.

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[Kingly]

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Dante had just finished speaking with Adrian when he heard the footsteps of the young Boss Cristiano and his massive body guard enter the room. Finally, some answers. Dante took a deep breath in, his lips slowly forming a smirk, sitting forward as the Boss scanned the room, inspecting each and every face in it. Dante nodded slightly to him as the Bosses eyes crossed by him.


Dante respected Cristiano, not just because he was the big bad boss of the Santorini's. Though that was also a reason. But because he had genuinely earned his trust and respect through years of working together. Cristiano was one of the first people to befriend Dante when he came to the Santorini estate as a young boy. He even taught him a thing or two about the mafia life and gave him some details on his past. So as they grew, Dante's loyalty for him grew as well.


Dante waited patiently for the young boss to speak, tapping his feet as he usually did in waiting. "Okay, now listen up because if you make me repeat myself, I will personally cut your tongues off with a shaving razor and feed it to the dogs." the Young boss said, his Italian accent oozing authority with every word he spoke. He did not like to repeat himself at all. Dante remained silent, the words didn't phase him. Threats like these were thrown around in the famiglia almost as often as the word "Hello." was used.


The young boss went on to explain everything, the e-mail from La Croce di'Oro, the game they wanted the two mafias to compete in, and how it would make them the most powerful mafia in Canada. And finally the civilians that they had to capture. All of this excited Dante, suddenly he wasn't so angry that the war was over, it was kind of still living on through this game. And finally this was their chance to really separate themselves from the filthy Capello's. And all they had to do was grab a couple of Civs.


He smiled at just how easy this might be. Though as he thought about the game more and more, and that the Capello's would be doing the same thing as they would. He felt a pang of worry in his heart for his own civilian 'Friend'. Well, she was much more then a friend to him. More like the sort of friend that you wake up and go to sleep every night thinking of. The sort of friend that has that after-a-boxing-match sex that you would die for and quite possibly couldn't live without. Yeah, you know that kind of friend.


He shook his head as his thoughts got away with themselves. There was no way she would be tagged as one of the civilian targets. She wasn't affiliated with any other mafia members for as far as he knew other then him. And he made sure to keep that life and her very separate from each other. The only other member that knew of their constant hooking up was Adrian, and he was to be trusted completely. Not that relations with a civilian wasn't allowed, he just didn't want her to have anything to do with that life.


He was comforted in the fact that she wouldn't be harmed as his eyes shot back up to Cristiano's. He had explained that they didn't yet have their target and that they had to wait 'till next morning. Dante clapped his hands together as he slowly stood from the soft couch "Tomorrow morning then Boss." he said, confirming that the Boss had finished with what he had to say. He gave Adrian a slap on the shoulder and nodded to Cristiano, though just as he was about to be off to his room, Paislee had entered.


He watched as Cristiano angrily repeated his words to the Capo before he walked out. He smirked ever so slightly as she turned to them, memories of nights they had spent together flashing through his mind as she planted a kiss on his cheek and Adrians. "It's good to see you two." she said as Dante folded his arms at the familiar greeting. "You as well." he said as she continued on "Make momma proud, ok?" he chuckled slightly "Always do, don't I?" he said with a wink and watched as the playful look in her face faded after a bit. He felt her hand slowly drop down low to his er, treasures. His expression remained the same, as his arms remained folded. A twinkle of amusement in his eyes as she said "Because if not, I will personally cut off both of your arms and feed them to my lion. That way, you will never be able to masturbate again. Understood?". Dante blinked as his smirk grew. He had not been shaken by the threat for he had so often received them. Though he knew not to take them lightly. He hoped for something a bit more sexy, though this would have to do. He allowed her hand to linger for as long as she left it, keeping silent in the moment, biting his lip and rubbing his chin as she walked off. The walk he so enjoyed to watch. Once she had left, Dante shifted his gaze back to Adrian, despite the dark sentence she had spoke, Dante looked relatively happy. "Dio, She sure is something else." he said with the snap of his fingers before he also turned to leave, patting Adrian on the side as he went off to his room.





As Dante laid on the bed, his face lit up in the dark room by the bright light of his phone, he considered texting Freedom. Part of him honestly did miss the girl, though her curiosity was starting to get dangerous for her, so he had to distance himself, for her own good. But anytime he did try to distance himself he always came right back to her after. Whether it would be after a match or at Echo. Either way they would always have yet another unforgettable night. He sighed, looking at the message he had typed up to her before shaking his head and erasing everything. He couldn't do it, not tonight. The crazy part was, he had this longing for her and he had seen her just two nights ago.

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Dante sat back in his seat, nodding to Cristiano asking him about him and Adrian working together in the past. "The best pair in the famiglia boss." he said in response as he rubbed his hands together. It was true, now that they set aside their differences, the worked extremely well together and capturing a civilian definitely should be a walk in the park for the both of them. Dante blinked as Cristiano slid the paper over to them, his heart stopped for a moment. Even though he was sure she couldn't be targeted, he somehow had a feeling luck would piss in his face and her name would be sitting down on that paper looking up at Dante. Though instead of his day taking a turn for the worse, it continued straight forward with a name he had not known. "October Barthylowmew." he said completely butchering the annunciation of her name, a satisfied smile forming on his face. He chuckled slightly, reading the information on the woman. A woman may prove much easier or very difficult to kidnap then a male. Either way he was up for a challenge and it was time to get work done. The Verazani in him focused up as his eyes went from the paper back to Cristiano. "Lavoro facile boss, consider her captured." he said, his English and Italian flowing perfectly together as he spoke his sentence. He nodded to Cristiano before slowly standing from his seat. "Tero, when you are ready to go, come to my car, we will decide what we will do there." he then tapped his stomach. "We'll also stop by Rosaline's to pick up something to eat, I'm starved." he said with a laugh before turning to Cristiano. Dante's face was a mixture of seriousness and happiness, he loved to do work for the Mafia. "Boss." he said nodding to him one last time before turning around and leaving the room. He snapped his fingers and walked with a bit of a bounce in his step. Today was a great day he thought. Today marked the beginning of a game of power, and there was no doubt in his mind that the Santorini's would come out victorious.

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[logastellus]

Florence looked at her brother when he came running in from his office with a smile on his face. This meant there was good news. Looking at his lips when he talked she kept her nonchalant expression when he talked about the email he recieved from the big man himself. Taking a bite of her meat she continued looking at him before placing her fork on her plate and using her sign language to respond. "I've never seen you this happy before...the email must be real good news for you to say that our Gramps will be dancing in his grave..." She finished before going back to eating her breakfast. She wondered what the big man said in that email but finding out that he wanted to see them she decided to let her curiosity be put on hold.

~The Next Day~

Florence was walking along the sidewalk her hands in her pockets as she headed to the local starbucks her familyowned that wasn't far from the home. She took her phone out of her pocket scrolling through the metal and pixeled device wondering what the hell was taking her brother so long. She sighed and entered the coffee shop standing in the line like a normal fucking person would do and waited until it was her turn. Once she was upfront she signed what she wanted to drink. The cashier looked at her with a confused looked on her face before speaking. "Ummm...what did you just say?" She told Florence. Flo read her lips ans sighed once more before repeating her order. "Ummmm...look lady we don't do sign language h-" The girl was cut off by Florence stabbing one of her butterfly blades into the counter. She kept her nonchalant look on her face before starting to speak. "I...want...a venti green tea...frappe...now..." She told her in a slow raspy voice. The girl looked scared and slowly backed away from the register before the manager himself quickly arrived standing in front of the girl his hands up. "I-I'm very sorry ma'am! S-she's new and we didn't tell her about you and your brother! Please forgive her actions!" The manager said sweat dripping down his face a little bit. Florence read his lips before speaking once more "Give...me...my damn...frappe..." She told him taking her blade out if the counter slipping the weapon back inside her pocket. After waiting a few minutes for her drink to be ready she snatched it from the manager and started leaving. "After this...poor service...today...I'm not paying for this...if she acts up...again...fire her..." and with that Florence left the coffe shop. Taking a sip of the cold drink she sighed and resumed her usual tour of the town she grew up in. She still remembered the day her biological father told her he was her caregiver now.

~Flashback~

The little 8 year old Florence was sitting in the kitchen of the apartment her and her mother used to live in. She was coloring in one of her coloring books while a group of men in suits were talking in the living room. Florence didn't know who they were all she knew was that someone was going to take care of her from now on. Florence missed the warmth of her mother and now she was quickly being thrown into the care of someone who wasn't her mom. Florence looked up from her coloring book when she saw the two men enter the kitchen and squat to her level. She put her crayon down looking at them before moving her hands at a rapid rate. "What's going on? Who's going to take care of me now that my mommy is gone?" She finished her sentence. One of the suited gentlemen used sign language to respond to her question. "The person who is going to take care of you is in the living room and he wants to see you...are you ready?" He looked at her and in return recieve a slow and hesitant nod. Both men held one of their hands out to her, hesitantly Florence grabbed both of them before walking out of the kitchen into the small living room. Upon entering, Florence raked her eyes up at a middle-aged tall man wearing a pitch black suit and a black fedora on his head. He turned around looking down at her before giving her a small smile. He kneeled down to be of equal height as her and started to use sign language "It's been a very long time since I've seen you...you may not know who I am but I am your real father..."


Florence's eyes widened finding out that she had a dad. Tears started to form in her blue eyes before lunging forward giving him a tight hug. She cried her eyes out and let her tears stain his black jacket.Rubbing her back her father kissed her head pulling her close to his body. "I'm gonna be taking care of you now...your mommy is in a better place now but I'm positive she would want me to care and love you just like she did for you..." He told her in her ear before picking her up holding her in his arms. He told the men to pack all her belongings and make sure they packed everything before leaving the apartment with his daughter in his arms. Florence snuggled closer to her dad, feeling her eyes become heavy. Once they entered the limo she was fast asleep. When she woke up she will be in her new home with her new family.


~Present Day~

Florence stopped in the middle of the sidewall remembering the day she met her dad for the first time. She sighed remembering the day, remembering the pain of losing her mother but the relief gaining a new family. Shaking her head Florence continued down the sidewalk back to the Capello Manor.
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[Semblance]

Adrian's piercing brown eyes flew open as he heard the grand double doors fling apart, turning his head to see who had entered. A smile crossed his face as he recognized Dante, someone he had once hated but now considered almost a brother. "Oh yeah? You gonna fight me?" he retorted and punched the other made-man in the bicep, his eyes lighting up with amusement. He rolled his eyes as he watched the Italian man flirt with the maid, making her stumble over her words and causing her to blush. "You're just the charmer, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically with a smirk. "I have no idea, but if it's over, then the Satorini's better be the ones on the victory team," he answered, his fists clenching instinctively.


Just then, Cristiano emerged from the top of the stairs and surveyed the crowd that had joined together. Adrian listened intently to the boss as the man explained how if they were able to capture all of the assigned civilians, they would surface as the most powerful mafia in Canada along with an alliance with the La Croce di'Oro. A determined look crossed the Mexican's face as the news was announced, his eyes brimming with excitement. Although he had moved to Canada only a few years ago, the Santorini's were his only family in this foreign country, and he would be willing to do anything to further their agenda. Along with this protective loyalty came the natural hatred for the Capello's, as every fiber in Adrian's body wanted to crush each and every one of their skulls.

When Cristiano was done speaking, Adrian watched Paislee walk up to the two made-men with the all-too familiar look in her eyes- the look that said "Don't fuck up, or else I'll cut off your balls." Sure enough, her threats that followed her deathly look involved the removal of some sort of body part. The tall muscular man fought to contain his laughter as he watched the Capo target Dante directly. He knew that they had hooked up once before; in fact, the whole mafia had practically heard, but only Adrian was brave enough to bring it up since the pair preferred to keep it a secret. "I don't think it would benefit either of you if Dante's arms are cut off," he replied with a teasing wink, smiling at Paislee and naturally falling back into his old habits of making fun of her. She was one of the first people who had fully accepted him into the mafia and looked past the stereotypes that were attached with his Mexican upbringing. And he, in return, had treated her with just as much respect and admiration as he did any other man in the mafia, gazing past the female stereotypes. Although it had been difficult to change his views on women, given he had spent his entire life looking after his mother and sister, he was able to treat her with high esteem after watching her formidable skills. As a result, the two had become very close and shared a friendship beyond just boss-employee.


After the female capo had departed, Adrian looked over at Dante with concern in his eyes. He knew that the man was having a secret fling with a civilian, and the tall Mexican didn't know what the other made-men would do if she was to be their target. Would he betray the mafia and save the girl, which meant certain death? Or would he stay loyal to the only family they had, but put the girl in harm's way? Although Dante always tried to play their secret fling off casually, Adrian had noticed the look in his eyes and the tone in his voice whenever the Italian talked about her. "Let's hope it's not her," he said softly as Dante began to turn away towards his room. The muscular Hispanic turned around and headed towards his own room as well. Although he did not live at the Santorini estate, and instead lived in a local apartment complex, he did have a room in the luxurious mansion for the nights when he did decide to stay over.


Adrian made his way up the stairs and headed towards the bathroom for a hot shower. He quickly stripped and turned on the water before stepping inside the steaming haven. The heated water flowed down his muscular back as he cleansed himself and allowed his thoughts to wander. He missed his mother and sister dearly, and he always worried about how they were doing, but he had to trust that they were able to look after themselves. He thought about how Dante was most likely worried about Freedom being on their target list, and he was glad that he himself didn't have any romantic attachments to any civilian. He didn't know what he would do if he were placed in that situation. However, Adrian found himself thinking about Alora, his friendly neighbor who lives in the same apartment building as him. Although they were only acquaintances, there was a sense of familiarity about her that drew him towards her. The Mexican quickly pushed away his lingering thoughts as he turned off the water and dried himself off before heading back to his room.



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Adrian sat back into the leather chair across from Cristiano as he listened to the boss talk about their assignment. "Si," he nodded in agreement and smiled at Dante's response. It was true. The pair had become a formidable team after they had gotten over their differences, with an almost perfect job score. "This will be easy," he replied with a thick Mexican accent when he saw that the name on the paper was female. Although meeting Paislee had somewhat lessened his sexist views, he knew that a typical female civilian would not be difficult to capture. Their only problem would be getting her before the competition did. His piercing brown eyes shifted his attention onto the other made-men as he started to outline a plan for the day. "I could eat a fucking vaca, a cow," he answered before quickly translating the last word, his inclination towards the Spanish language starting to emerge. Adrian stood up swiftly from his chair and nodded respectfully towards Cristiano. "You won't be disappointed, boss," he said confidently as he turned around to follow Dante out of the office.


A little while later, the Mexican exited the grand estate and headed towards the driveway to meet the other made-men at his car. He had used the time to stock up on the many weapons he hid underneath his clothes, including a pistol tucked in his pants, two throwing knives in one boot, another pistol in his other boot, and more knives strapped to his arms and legs. If there was one thing he learned on his many missions, it's that one could never be too prepared. Although the Santorini's were the more powerful mafia, Adrian knew that the Capello's were still a formidable force, and that many of their made-men were well-trained. His stomach growled angrily as he tapped his foot impatiently, with Dante still nowhere in sight. Sighing, the tall muscular brunette pulled out his phone and sent the other made-men a quick text message. "Get your ass out here, or I'm breaking into your precious car and leaving without you." He knew just how much the Italian cared about his valuable ride.


@Raphael @Kingly @lonecoyote


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[caramel]

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FREEDOM ACCIAIOLI

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Some mornings just fucking suck. That idea was clear to Free considering her mouth tasted of pennies drenched in dish soap, her temples were trying to commit suicide and someone was growling in her face. Making a noise that could only be described as pitifully pathetic, Freedom turned around and nestled into the couch, trying to reclaim sleep. Zoë shook her shoulder again to no avail. She wasn't getting up no matter-"I'm awake so stop fucking shaking me". Her friend mentioned a shower and the idea of one was too promising to give up. Squinting up at Zoë, Free gave a harsh laugh, "Good morning, sunshine....and I thought I looked bad" . The other woman, in the most loving way possible, looked like a banshee. Laughing again, Freedom held up a hand, "Hold up. Let me check my phone". She always had to check it right after she woke up . This was even more needed because whenever Free drank, she'd wake up with some weird shit on her camera roll . Anything from awkward selfies with sleeping hobos to shaky videos of people making out, she had it all. Preparing herself for the retina-burning lights, the hazel eyed woman snatched her phone up from the floor and pressed the home button.





After a few minutes of heavy blinking and wanting to die, Freedom found the latest video on her camera roll. It was two men screaming at each other, well, one was screaming and the other just leaned on a wall with a smug expression on their face. She soon got bored with the lack of punching and was just about to delete it when , it hit her. This video, no matter how bad it is, is conversation starter. Who would Freedom want to start a conversation with ? No one special.....On a totally unrelated note, Dante Verazani was so fucking lucky that Free couldn't stay mad at him or survive a month without the sex. Who was she kidding ? Freedom couldn't survive two weeks. To clear up any confusion, she still wanted to slap the Italian man upside his head for dropping her and running off the last time they hooked up. Well, it wasn't exactly that, him running off wasn't new yet this time, she expected, I don't know, something a bit more...personal ? Let's just say that Free didn't want a ring but cuddles and pizza would be nice .





Simply going with her first instinct, Freedom sent the video to him with the basic caption of " Took this last night. Don't worry, I was drunk". There . The deed was done. Freedom would worry about it later but for now, she really needed that bath.

 

[dwale]

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Zoë

Zoë scoffed at the other girl as she made a comment about her looks. "Well aren't you just fucking dandy, malaka," She said. "You try dancing on a floor with a bunch of crazed men, while intoxicated, and then wake up perfect the next morning. Besides, you can't really talk. I've seen your JBF hair after coming back from wherever you and that Italian mikritsoutsounos decided to get down to business," She snickered with a smug look on her face. She was very well aware that her friend knew not what she was saying, but she would most likely be appalled. Zoë had the mouth of a sailor.

"Get your ass up, before I take the shower first," She told the girl as she stood and shoved the wallet into her back pocket and lifted the watch from the coffee table. "I should probably get to work on getting these back to their owners. I don't know how the fuck I'm going to explain it. 'Sorry sir, I'm an ex-conwoman and sometimes tequila brings my habit back out,'" She smirked at the thought. Tequila was not her friend the morning after, but it certainly made her feel good throughout the night. That along with other alcoholic beverages.


"Speaking of your skatá fíle (fuck buddy), when are you seeing him next? I've got to get my stock of earbuds out. I can hear you from across the city," She teased her friend. She knew she liked the guy, even if she wouldn't admit it out loud. And the sex had to have been great if she kept going back for more. Zoë had expressed her want to meet this man on more than one occasion. Only to threaten that if he hurt Freedom, she'd castrate him, to be blunt.


She settled on the counter in her kitchen and clicked on her phone, which she'd had enough sense to put on charge in the kitchen. She began searching for this Cristiano, so she could return the wallet.

@Of the Red

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