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lucavdamoreā:
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Marcus was, relatively-speaking, a very patient man. He tolerated the occasional sass from his underlings, so long as they produced results. He was willing to wait yearsĀ to plot revenge against an ex who had stolen millions from him just to relish the comeuppance.Ā But this bullshit? Challenging him to a fight in neutral territory, when they wereĀ supposedĀ to be securing precious resources for the Italian mafia? This wasnāt just a risk to theirĀ āfamilyā, or the dumbest fucking move to have graced his eyes. This was humiliation. It was the sort of crime that would have gotten a bullet between the eyes of Luca DāAmore anywhere else, with no one so much as blinking at the extreme punishment.
This was goddammned disrespectful, and Marcus didnāt tolerate disrespect.
āNow look at what youāve done. Youāve just gone and pissed me right the fuck off. YouĀ want to threaten me, DāAmore? What do you think dear old boss is going to think of that?ā Dante might have (allegedly) given Luca instructions to attend, but Marcus was still well-above him in terms of ranking. When he wanted someone to walk, theyād fucking do it until they passed out from exhaustion. And theyād get back up and walk some more. ThatĀ was what being an underboss meant. āThreatening me is a threat against Dante, and I wonāt have that kind of garbage under my roof. Do I make myself clear? Iām not your acquaintance. Iām not your friend. Iām your fucking bossĀ and you better step the fuck down if you want to keep your appendages attached.ā His tone grew more agitated by the minute, knuckled cracking as he fought back the urge to dislocate his jaw as a taster of what was to come.Ā
As he felt hands come into contact with his chest, he nearly lurched forwards, eagar to beat in the arms dealerās face and show him just how powerless he really was. But a soft cry and a tug on one of his arms stilled his fists.Ā Baby was there, and he needed her more than he needed Luca on almost any given day. Marcus stilled for her sake, recovering his stance and drawing himself up to his full impressive height. He listened to her pleas with a face as still as stone, weighing the pros and cons of each possible action he could take. It was so rare, for Baby to ask him for anything, and the opportunities that could arise that night were unlike any of his previous scores. She was a clever woman, dangling a free favour in front of his face after all of her confessions and efforts to appease him thus far. As for Luca, wellā¦Marcus knew where he lived.
Marcus looked at Luca, then back to Baby, and made his choice.
The underboss let out a slow breath, unclenching his fists and regaining his composure; something Luca was clearly unable to do. āGo stick your nose in someone elseās business, Luca. You donāt have what it takes to see the big picture. Iām sure youāve got plenty of other women youād like to get your hands on tonight, but Babyās off-limits.ā It was a goddammned miracle that Marcus had been willing to offer him even that, after Lucaās blatant challenging of his authority. God, he was going soft.Ā āNow Baby, Iām going to hold you to that promise, you hear me? Sorry about the detour.ā Marcus brought a hand up to stoke her golden hair, opting to comfort her rather than deal with Lucaās bullshit any longer. He pulled her in by the waist and turned his back to Luca, coaxing her back into the crowd.Ā āYou should thank Baby, DāAmore. She saved your ass tonight. Now if you donāt mind, I have a meeting to get to.ā
@lucavdamore
No one ignored Luca Nicola DāAmore and walked away intact. He might not have been as high ranking as Marcus fucking Blackman, but he had carved his way to the seat he occupied now in the Italian Mob. Blood, sweat, tears, and charismaāhe had made sure his name was branded on his enemies, one way or another. It might not have been a name everybody immediately knew or thought of when they thought of organized crime in New York City, but he was hellbent on making that dream a reality. One day, he would be as infamous and revered as Marcus Blackman. And the next time that prick ignored him, he would make sure he paid for it dearly. With his life, even.
āMen threaten you every day, Blackman; if you think Iām the only enemy you have in the family, youāre a whole ass moron,ā he seethed through gritted teeth. He was prepared to speak up further, perhaps to respond to Marcusā snipe that Luca had gone and pissed him off, when Baby was calling him an asshole. His gaze shot to her, his stance still rigid and rife with tension as his gaze swept over her frame. After everything theyād been through, she would dare to stand here and paint him as the villain between the two of them? She would ignore the way Marcus used herāhe was clearly using her tonight, though the motivation remained undeterminedāin favor of calling Luca the asshole here? No, no, no, that simply would not do.
āDonāt forget who put you in that Givenchy creation draped all over you before you go off acting like a little asshole yourself,ā Luca snapped, betrayal lashing through him with the force of a physical blow. It was almost enough to leave him staggering, a wound crinkling and fissuring open in the center of his chest as he realized that his girl was going to take Marcusā side. For whatever reason or by whatever means necessary, she had chosen him tonight.Ā āYou would be nowhere without me, princess, and donāt you fucking forget that. You think this prick would have taken care of you the way I did? You donāt think that once heās done with you, heās going to throw you out like an old doll? I have dressed you, paid you, fed youāIāve given you everything your little heart has ever desired, and this is the thanks I get? Spat in my face while you practically hump Blackman at an event you arenāt prepared to handle the magnitude of?ā He paused, indignation and repulsion flitting across his face when she brought up him whoring her out.
āThe events I whore you out at, if youāre going to be fucking frank, donāt end with a bullet pressing between your shoulder blades. This event isnāt safe for you, but maybe Blackmanās seduced you into thinking otherwise. I can only teach you how to use your body to your advantage, not how to gain common sense.ā
But then Baby was pleading with Marcus, telling him that she would do anything he asked of her, so long as he didnāt let Luca ruin their evening, and he felt himself step out of his own body. He blinking, his ears ringing as his vision tunneled and fragments of a memory sprung to his mind, bleeding before him like ink running through paper. A woman, with raven hair in tight ringlets, grabbing her husband who still had the leather cord of a belt wrapped around his fist. Her fingers, almost feather-light on the manās bicep as she attempted to turn him away from the young boy sprawled over the side of a bed, biting his lower lip to keep the cries from slipping out of his mouth with each lashing he received. Lucaās back was throbbing, the pain of broken skin, cracked like pavement on a hot summer day, echoing down to his very bones.
Please, Francesco, the woman was pleading, tugging at her husbandās arm. Donāt let him ruin this. The agency said if we prove ourselves, weāll finally be allowed to adopt. The boy is dysfunctional, donāt let him ruin this for us. Heās broken.
Heās broken.
The sounds of laughter and glasses clinking together brought him back to the present, and by the time Luca had come to, Marcus was already pointedly leading Baby away from them. Marcusā fingers rested against Babyās hair, and Luca swore he saw red blot out his vision. He didnāt feel like playing with Luca now, but the arms dealer knew that Marcus would come back for him later. Monsters always came for their prey in the dark. But Luca wasnāt preyāhe was a fucking predator, and heād be damned if Marcus got away with everything heād worked towards collecting for himself these long years. They were relatively isolated, most of the party having gravitated outside or to other rooms, as Luca flicked back his suit jacket in favor of pulling out the sleek black Beretta pistol heād kept strapped to his hipāa personal favorite, trulyāand went through the mechanics of loading the gun and removing the safety. The magazine clip loaded with a clip, Luca adjusted the gun in his grip, and removed the safety as he aimed for Marcus.Ā
He could shoot him in the heart, he supposed; Luca would take quite a bit of satisfaction watching the bullet enter through Marcusā spinal cord, paralyzing him just before it grazed his heart and the life stuttered out of him. Or he could shoot him in the headāa clean shot, if done correctly, but there was always the problem of people sometimes living with brain injuries. But no, noāLuca didnāt want to kill Marcus Blackman. Not here, not now; not like this. Instead, he lowered his gaze, his jaw clenched as he aimed for a vulnerable spot on Lucaās leg. Right by his thigh; it wouldnāt kill him and likely wouldnāt break any bones, but it would at least halt Marcus long enough for Luca to get what he wanted. Control of the situation. He aimed, thanking himself for having the sense to put his silencer on the gun before heading out for the evening, and with a squeeze of the trigger, he watched as the bullet lodged itself in Marcusā thigh.
āWe arenāt done until I say we are, Blackman,ā Luca said smoothly, walkingāwith all the time in the world, really, because Blackman sure as hell wouldnāt be walking straight any time soonātowards him, circling him like a predator and glaring at both of them. Marcus was high above him in the food chain, and Luca knew he would pay for this laterābut whatever Marcus was planning, it wouldnāt have ended well for Baby. He could tell by the greedy glimmer in Marcusā eyes. And whether or not Baby felt like being an ungrateful bitch, she was still his. He would protect her, no matter the cost. āI asked you nicely before, but superior or not, letās get one thing clear. Whatever youāre planning, you self-absorbed prick, leave my girl out of it.ā
( @babydoefootĀ· )
Things were very quickly spinning wildly out of control, and the heartfelt reunion with her little sister that Baby had been so desperately looking forward to seemed to be moving further and further away into the distance. They had already caused enough of a scene that members of the Golightlyās security squad were looming around them at all sides, keeping a watchful eye on both Luca and Marcus and remaining posed just in case one of them decided to risk it all, and Baby could only assume that they were delaying Bunnyās entrance because of it. All she had wanted was to see her - all she had wanted was to finally know that Bunny had really and truly escaped the hellish nightmare of their shared childhood in favor of finding a home full of love and warmth and security - but for whatever reason, Luca seemed hellbent on keeping her from doing just that. It wasnāt entirely fair to him, she supposed - after all, hadnāt she ensured that he knew as little about her past as possible? - but she still didnāt understand why he was so bothered by the fact that she had chosen to attend the ball as Marcusās date. He hadnāt asked her to attend with him; for all she knew, he could have taken any one of the other dancers he so often liked to spend his time with at the club. No...Marcus was the only one here for her right now, and even though she knew that his intentions werenāt purely to do something kind on her behalf, he was still the only reason that she had even gotten through the door to begin with, and so - for that, she was grateful, and if he still managed to bring her close enough to Bunny, then she would gladly spend the rest of her life repaying him in any way that he demanded of her.Ā
Marcus stroked gently at her honey-blonde hair, and Baby leaned relievedly into the uncharacteristically soothing touch, her eyes fluttering shut as a shaky breath tumbled past her quivering lips. She hadnāt been on the verge of an anxiety attack like this in a long, long time, somewhere along the way when she had first taught herself to hide everything behind a smile, but when Marcus drew her in close with a strong arm around her tiny waist and began to lead her further away from Luca and closer towards her number one goal of the evening, she forced herself to relax as much as she could. That was - until Luca went off behind them, following after them relentlessly and barking out the cruelest statements that he could manage. It wasnāt just Marcus who was at the mercy of his volatile fury; when he told her that she would be nothing without him, Baby flinched, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut once more at the sudden influx of repressed memories that came rushing into her mind like a freight train. The abuse hadnāt come to an end when she had been taken into foster care; how many of her surrogate fathers had spread her out and used her while behaving exactly the way that Luca was right now? How many of them had told her that she was nothing without them, that she was worthless and good for little more than fulfilling their perverse needs? They had dressed and fed her, too, just like Luca did, and they had also thrown it in her face and threatened to take it all away from her if she didnāt do exactly as they said. Was that what love was? Living in constant fear of doing something so awful that life as she knew it would be yanked away from her and torn to pieces?
Was that what her love for Luca was like?
She couldnāt think about any of that now, though, not when she was so close to making it through the seemingly-unpenetrable fray of security and reuniting with her sister, and so she ducked her head and kept her eyes squeezed shut as she rested her brow against Marcusās shoulder againā she was quivering from head to toe and on the verge of tears, but it would all be worth if the moment she was able to wrap her arms around Bunny and give her the present tucked away in her escortās jacket. However...coming up from behind them was the faint and barely-heard click of a sound, and in the next instant, the rush of something cold and silvery was shooting through the air before landing itself firmly in the back of Marcusās leg.Ā āOh - oh my God!ā Babyās cry was loud and piercing, her eyes widening helplessly as the underboss at her side all but collapsed where he stood; Luca had shot him in the thigh, and already his blood was beginning to run crimson all over the ballroom floor.Ā āMarcus - Marcus!ā Frantically, Baby did what she could to support him with her much-smaller frame; she reached for one of his strong arms and draped it over her shoulders, letting out another tiny cry as she struggled beneath the weight of him. She turned them both around to face Luca, if only because the nearest exit was behind them, and it was only then that she was able to get a good and proper look at the arms dealer.
He was a man unhinged. His eyes were dark, his jaw tense and taut with unbridled rage, and his voice was like daggers as he spoke. He had just - solely on her behalf, he had shot a man in cold blood, and Baby had no idea what that meant for the two of them. Had he really just risked everything, including his life, solely because the sight of her on Marcusās arm had been too much for him to bear? Was he really so worried about her so-called lack of safety with the underboss that he had taken to violence as a means of solving the problem at hand? Luca - as fucked up as it was, Luca had never done anything like this in the past to show that he cared for her, and Baby was equal parts overwhelmed, terrified, and angry because of it.Ā āYou shouldnāt have done that,ā she said breathlessly, shakily; security was swarming in on them like a furious throng of buzzing bees, and Baby was torn between three things: taking care of Marcus, finding her sister, and telling Luca to run as far as he possibly could before the head of the Italian mob realized what he had done. But - Marcus was bleeding. Marcus was hurt, and due the commotion they had just caused, Bunnyās arrival would almost certainly be delayed even more than it already had.Ā
She couldnāt abandon Marcus - not when he had done everything in his power to make her dreams come true tonight. It wasnāt his fault that things hadnāt panned out; it wasnāt his fault that he had ended up getting shot in the process.Ā āLet - letās get out of here, okay? Iāll bring you somewhere safe; I promise Iāll take care of you,ā she said to him in that same breathless, fretful voice from before; he might have been just another man who gave her orders when it suited him and ignored her when it didnāt, but that didnāt mean that she didnāt care for him. On the contrary, Baby cared a stupid amount.Ā āThey just want us to leave; they arenāt going to help you - all they want is for us to get the heck out of here so that they can clean the floors.ā That much about rich people and their hired help she understood - they had no time to tend to the needs of the people they deemedĀ ābeneathā them, and she doubted that they would send anyone after them so long as they left.Ā āIām so sorry, Iām so sorry,ā she continued in a shaky little whisper, wincing as she urged Marcus to hobble on his good leg so that she could bring them closer towards the exit, and it was then that she passed by Luca - Luca, who was no surrounded by no fewer than eight armed guards - and she looked at him helplessly, vulnerably, for a long moment before turning away.Ā
Heād never understand what he took from her tonight. Just like sheād never understand what all had been going through his mind that had compelled him to shoot his superior from behind.
āWe just - need to get in a car. Then we can look at your leg; I - I promise itāll be okay.ā Baby didnāt know if Marcus was able to listen to her at all right now, but she rambled when she was anxious, and she knew that if the situations were reversed that she would want him to keep talking to her no matter what. He must have been in so much pain, and her heart ached at the knowledge that it was all her fault - that it was all because of her. She brought them both outside into the cold nighttime air, and it didnāt take her long at all to hail a cab - the slinky red dress certainly helped, of course, and it was too dark for anyone to realize that Marcus was bleeding all over her - and she urged him desperately into the backseat, easing him onto his back so that she could bring his wounded leg up into her lap. He was bleeding an alarming amount, and Babyās brows furrowed together worriedly as she brought the hem of her pretty dress upwards to press firmly against the bullet wound; the damned thing was still inside of him, and Baby had no idea how they were going to get it out without going to the hospital. Which...they couldnāt do, of course. Not when the police would need to be called immediately after their arrival.Ā
She would need to be smart, then - a trait that most people didnāt think she was capable of.Ā
āDrive quickly, please. As fast as you can,ā Baby told the cabbie breathlessly, cutting him off in an instant as he turned around to look at the bloodied mess they were making out of his backseat; she had a hundred dollars tucked into her garter belt just in case, and she could only hope that it would be enough to buy his silence and cooperation. After a momentās deliberation, she gave him the address of her tiny Brooklyn apartment - Ana was still back at the party, and no one had ever been there before aside from the two of them. Not even Luca or Marcus. It would be the perfect place for her to tend to his injuries.Ā āHow are you feeling? Are you still with me?ā she asked him in a voice that was soft but firm with urgency, applying steady pressure to the back of his leg as he laid with his knees bent in the back of the cab. He was far too big to be laying down; it would have been almost comical if not for the current circumstances.Ā āI - I wonāt let anything bad happen to you, okay? No matter what, Iāll make sure that youāre taken care of.ā
And...for the rest of the night, she would do her very best not to think of all that she had left behind at the ball - her baby sister and Luca.Ā
lucavdamoreā:
marcussblackmanĀ·:
Why didnāt it surprise him that fucking Luca DāAmore was always showing up at the wrong place at the wrong time? The bastard had probably gotten a whiff of money and weaseled his way into the event, much to Marcusā immense annoyance. This was supposed to be hisĀ operation. While the other Italians were off seducing the small fry of the party, heĀ was going to deliver the Golightlys straight to Dante on a silver platter, with fucking little green, white and red bows to mark the occasion. But no, Luca just hadĀ to come in with his infuriating face and make a mess of his careful calculations.Ā
Fucking hell, his score was supposed to be huge.
āFunny that. I thought my role was to manage the family. You know, make sure people go where theyāre supposed to. Maybe if I didnāt contact you, that should have been a fucking hint, huh?ā Marcus shot back, his relaxed demeanor shifting ever so slightly as his temper rose. He had a feeling Lucaās reaction would have been sour had they been seen together, but if the underboss didnāt know better, his look was more murderous than usual. It was better just to piss him off so he would leave faster. āBesides, itās a free country. I asked her out and she said yes. She aināt working today, so whatās the big deal?ā
Marcus could feel Baby tightening her grip and he stole a look at her. The way she trembled, the colour rising along the curve of her slim throat had red flags all over it, and the longer Luca stayed, the worse it would get. Even if he didnāt empathize with the importance of that night to the dancer, he knew a ticking time bomb when he saw one. With her sister due to arrive at any given moment, and the rising tensions that suffocated the air between the trio, it was no wonder that she wasnāt in the most stable emotional state.Ā He huffed, looking back at Luca with unfettered malice. āShe aināt your girl tonight. Sheās mine, by prior arrangement.Ā So piss off and reacquaint yourself with your right hand, will you? Do us all a goddamned favour.ā He made a dismissive gesture, turning his full attention to Babyās question.Ā
He looked past Luca, scanning the crowd and noticing a slight shift as people started to flock away from the dance floor to something, or someone on the other side. āI see some movement further in. Got a good feeling about this one.ā He was careful not to be too explicit with his reply. If this was something that Baby didnāt want Luca knowing, at the very least he would respect that. Far be it for him to tell her sob story to someone else. Besides, this whole ignoring Luca thing? Marcus was a fan. āIf we go now, we should be able to make it. Assuming a certain someoneĀ leaves us the hell alone.ā
@lucavdamore
āYou donāt want me to make aĀ scene? Sweetheart, Iāll give you an entire fucking BroadwayĀ musicalĀ if I want to.ā Luca protested in disbelief, his brows arching high on his forehead as Baby all but turned her gaze fretfully in his direction. He couldnāt explain the sickening feeling that punched its way into his stomach when she indicated that she had asked Marcus to bring her to this event tonight. Butāit shouldnāt have mattered to him, right? She was just one in a long line of bitches that he fucked and toyed around with in the bedroom. Exceptāno sooner had the thought entered his mind than something in Luca was repelling the veryĀ ideaĀ of it. He couldnāt explain it, but it didnātāit didnāt sound right. Baby wasnāt just some woman he fucked and then sent on her way; she was his baby girlāhis number one dancer, a real member of his team. But their relationship had always been volatile; intensely physical and a force of nature.
So why was it when he looked at her now, draped all over Marcusā arm and clearly desiring to be with him tonight instead, that he felt as though someone had punched him in the gut? Why did it make him want to scoop Marcusā eyeballs out and feed them to his fucking dog?
āYou asked him here? Baby, if I thought this was the sort of event you would be safe at, I would have brought you my fucking self,ā he snapped, irritation clouding his otherwise chiseled features. Luca felt the beginnings of a snarl warping his face; it was becoming increasingly impossible to maintain his cool, even though he was certain Blackman was lapping up his rage like a fine wine. She was all but ignoring him, shaking Luca off as though he were little more than a dog begging at her heels, and indignation lit him ablaze like a kindling fire. She was blowing himĀ off? āEverything Iāve done to protect you and youāre going to go falling to your knees begging this motherfucker for scraps? Bitch canāt even remember to cut his hair half the fucking time.ā
āDante suggested I come, you self-absorbed cockmonkey, so mind your fucking tongue before I carve it out of your mouth,ā Luca barked at Marcus, redirecting his attention to the prick who stood between him and his prized dancer. He knew he was playing with fire, insulting the Underboss in such a public environment, but there was something about Luca that had always been off-kilter; a bit too chaotic for his own good. And what Marcus was doingātaking control of the situation, taking control of Babyādidnāt sit right with him. She wasnāt safe hereābut if she had been undone by Blackmanās charm, who else was next? Luca half-expected to turn and find Ana bent over for the Italian Underboss and Matteo sporting a shiny collar with āMarcusā engraved across it. āThe big deal is that sheās here and she shouldnāt be; you know whatās going down here tonight. You know she isnāt anywhere nearly equipped to deal with this sort of situation. Or did you pull your face away from the mirror long enough to think about what the smart decision for the family was?ā
He had no idea what Baby was referring toāwhy she was bringing up guards and scanning the party with an almost feverish look on her faceābut the realization that she and Marcus were effectively ignoring him sank like a stone in the pit of his stomach. She seemed jittery and on edge; likely she knew how dangerous this event was and was scared about it. Baby was great at collecting information and closing deals for him, but she didnāt have the first idea of how to defend herself. Luca had always handled the weapons and defense. But he hadnāt clawed a path to success for himself from the streets of Florence to be swept aside like a mutt. Very aware of the atmosphere of the party, Luca moved forward like an enraged bull, pressing his hands out and shoving Marcus away from Baby. His chest heaved with fury and his eyes glittered with malice. This had gone on too long between the two of them,this dangerous dance for dominance.
It ended tonight. It ended now.
āYou take my girl one more step into that party and Iāll knock you the fuck out, Blackman,ā Luca threatened, all but ignoring Baby in favor of glaring at the man standing across from him. āYouāre lucky I donāt knock you on your ass right now, pretty boy, and embarrass you in front of every bitch whoās made your dick wet. You want to have this out? Right here, right now? Fine.ā He took a step back and lifted his arms, shifting his legs into a defensive stance and clenching his fists tight near his abdomen.
āYou and me right now, bitch. You look a little soft around the middle; being Vicarioās lap dog got you out of practice?ā
( @babydoefootĀ· )
For the first time in all the years that she had known Luca, the only thing in the world that Baby wanted was for him to leave. There was a reason that she had asked Marcus to escort her to Bunnyās birthday instead of seeking out the burly arms dealer - several, in fact, and she wasnāt willing to share a single one of them with him anytime soon. There were things about herself that she would never be able to tell Luca - secrets about her past and scars that cut far too deeply for her to ever reveal to him. She trusted Marcus more, if only because she knew that he wouldnāt toss her aside so long as she remained useful to him, no matter how fucked up she was - he didnāt need to fully care about her for Baby to still find comfort in the warmth of his arms when she was sobbing about her childhood and the lost sister she had been searching for her whole life. Baby Doefoot had gotten incredibly used to taking what she could get however she was capable of finding it, and even more so, she had become accustomed to pretending that men gave a damn about her even when it couldnāt have been any more clear that they did not.Ā
However, this altercation between Luca and Marcus was everything that she had been hoping to avoid tonight. She still didnāt understand why the two men hated each other as much as they did - werenāt they on the same team?! - but it was clear that the hatred and rivalry that they shared ran far too deep for them to push it to the side even for just a single evening. It was all getting to be too much for her, knowing that Bunny was so close and yet so far, Lucaās presence and the fact that he was nothing short of livid with both her and Marcus...she was normally so good at remaining cool, calm, and composed, but right now, it felt as if years of abuse and pain were bubbling up inside of her, and she wasnāt sure if she would be able to swallow them back any longer. Doing her best to block out Luca - a difficult feat if one had ever existed - Baby drew in a shaky breath and nodded appreciatively when Marcus leaned in and told her that he thought their window of opportunity was approaching. He had meant what he said when he had promised not to let her down, and she would do whatever he wanted afterward as a means of payment - especially if it meant that she didnāt need to go home alone once everything was said and done.
Except - Luca wasnāt having it. Angrier than she had ever seen him before, the club owner was nothing short of livid, and Baby had to bite back a dismayed little noise as she realized that he wasnāt about to let the matter between them drop. He was being...an ass, come to think of it, and it was when he spoke of keeping her safe that the call girl couldnāt help but speak up.Ā āSo itās perfectly fine for me to attend events like these when youāre whoring me out to one of your clients, but not when itās of my own volition? If you didnāt notice, I was perfectly fine and perfectly safe with Marcus before you stormed over here like an angry bulldog!ā Her voice rose, then, high-pitched and indignant, and her eyes widened incredulously when Luca continued on with his tirade. Hell hath no fury like an Italian man when his ego was being threatened, and it was when Luca stepped forward and shoved Marcus away from her that Baby let out a cry of shock and surprise.Ā āI - ohmygod, stop it! Luca Dāamore, you asshole!ā A crowd had begun to gather around them, completely blocking her view of the door that Bunny was supposed to come out of at any moment, and Baby felt her heart sink into her already-nervous stomach. Everything was going terribly, terribly wrong, and the room had started to spin - she couldnāt breathe.Ā
Luca had rolled up his sleeves and was clearly rearing for a fight, just like a red-visioned bull in the ring with a matador, and Baby took a frantic step forward, her glittering heels clacking on the marble ballroom floor as she reached helplessly for one of Marcusā strong arms. This couldnāt continue - she needed to find Bunny before it was too late.Ā āMarcus, please,ā she whispered shakily, her voice a cracking, pitiful plea compared to the snarls of the arms dealer; she would feel awful for humiliating Luca publicly later on, but right now...for the love of god, all that mattered to Baby was making it to her sister in time. If Luca took that away from her...āDonāt fight with him. Walk away with me, Iām begging you. Things can still go according to our plan, right? Please, Iām so...ā Her voice broke, and she had to duck her glossy blonde head down to rest her brow against his shoulder for a brief moment, her tiny hand trembling where it was clutching at the jacket of his suit.Ā āIāll do anything you want. Anything you ask for. Just - donāt let him ruin this.ā It wasnāt Lucaās fault for not understanding - it wasnāt Lucaās fault that there were parts of Baby that she was far too terrified to ever share with him - but if a fight between the two men were to truly break out and she missed her one chance of reuniting with her sister...Baby wasnāt certain if that was something she would ever truly be able to recover from.Ā
@marcussblackman
Ana: yee. where r u??
Ana: why are you so small? i can't find you.
Ana: what do you need?
Baby: I'm wearing four-inch heels!!! That brings me up to a respectable five feet and eight inches!!!!!
Baby: Are you wearing the pretty dress you left out on your bed? The sparkly one? I'm looking for you!
Baby: It's been...a night. I need female company. I need my best friend.
Baby: Ana. Ana!!! Please tell me you're here.
Baby: Here as in, right in this very ballroom. Preferably within hugging distance.
Baby: Please? I need you.
dravennappoā:
Draven has told Bea that he was going to quit, but she wasnāt here. He slipped into the garden already pulling a cigarette out of his case along with a lighter. He usually loved parties but this one wasnāt sitting well with him. Maybe it was all of the people, this was a huge party. He had planned on a quick smoke and walking around the garden, maybe seeing some of the animals in the petting zoo. He had the cigarette to his lips and was about to light it when he realized he wasnāt alone in the garden. He turned around and saw a woman leaning against the terrace. It only took him a few seconds to recognize it as Baby Doefoot. He put his cigarette and lighter away and walked towards her. āBaby?ā His voice was soft, so he wouldnāt startle her. āI didnāt know you were coming to this. Let me guess youāre someoneās arm candy for the night.ā He realized as he got closer that she wasnāt her usually bubbly self and instead looked like she was just a few seconds away from falling apart. As he stood in front of her he gently lifted her chin to look at him. āAre you okay? Do you need anything?ā
Baby couldnāt remember the last time that she had ever felt like this. She had become an expert at burying every single terrible thing that had ever happened to her deep down inside of herself, so far away that she could continue on with everyday life without succumbing to the horrors of her past, but - with her little sister so close and yet still so painfully far away from her, everything that they had been forced to endure was coming back in full force. Bunnyās father. The men that he had enlisted in his quest to abuse them beyond the wildest dreams of any sadist. It hurt to think about, like an old wound that had never been given the chance to properly heal, and - despite the fact that she had managed to keep them at bay for so long now, she knew what a panic attack felt like, and she was very quickly realizing that she was on the verge of having one.
Someone was approaching her, though, even as she all but cowered against the terrace, and Baby squeezed her eyes shut as she let out a reluctant-sounding whimper; if it was Marcus or Luca, she would need them to leave her alone for just a moment so that they didnāt realize what a mess she was. If it was one of her clients, or any one of the men she had swindled information out of for the Italians in the past...God. She couldnāt handle that right now.Ā āJust a sec -Ā ā she began weakly, but whoever it was that had spotted her wasnāt going away anytime soon, and it was when she felt the familiar press of a calloused thumb beneath her chin that she realized who it was. Draven, and - somehow, it was okay for her that he was there. She didnāt want him to leave, even if she was incredibly ashamed of how pitiful she must have seemed in front of him.
āH - hi, Mr. Nappo, sir,ā she managed shakily, trying to avert her tear-filled gaze from his even as he held her chin firmly within the grasp of one strong hand. She took a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself, shaking her head fretfully when he asked if she needed anything - when did Baby Doefoot ever ask for help?Ā āI - Iām okay. Iām fine. Just getting some fresh air. Both of my dates are preoccupied amongst themselves right now, and the entire reason that Iām even here to begin with is surrounded by guards, so - it doesnāt matter. I - Iāll be alright.ā With an embarrassingly weak sniffle of a sound, she pulled out of his grasp just so that she could rub at her tear-filled eyes, and then tried for a smile as she looked back up at him once more.Ā āCan I get you anything, sir? Another drink? A light for your cigar?āĀ
lucavdamoreā:
marcussblackmanĀ·:
Baby Doefoot was a woman who was full of surprises. Whether it was her prowess with a pole or her remarkably sharp hearing, she had proven time and time again to be a golden goose among his arsenal of tools within the Italian mafia. But nothing quite trumped the secrets she had told him after one of their many nights together, as she lay on his chest and poured out her heart until the choked sobbing made way to a dreamless sleep. It hadnāt surprised him, that a dancer so starved for love had been taken advantage of by any number of ruthless men in her youth. Stories like that were a dime a dozen in their part of the city. Yet not every mistreated woman spat out by the system had a sister who was tantalizingly close to inheriting the Golightly fortune.
Marcus wasnāt a kind man by any means. Kindness got people killed. But when there was an opportunity to strengthen his hold over his position, it was only natural to take it.Ā As for Baby, well, it wouldnāt kill him if she got a little closure along the way.
Baby cared far too damned much. It was too pitiful to just leave it be.
āLa bellezzaĀ probably wonāt be showing up until later. The main attraction never needs to arrive on time.ā Marcus was relaxed in comparison to his jittery date, who looked all but ready to take flight in whatever direction would bring her closest to her sister. His free hand reached out, rubbing against the soft skin of her upper arm in reassurance. For how resiliant she was, in her own unhealthy way, he had never seen her quite as fragile as he did now. This Bunny Golightly, whoever she really was, truly shook Baby in a way that nothing else had, at least from what Marcus had seen of her.Ā āAs for guards, I can take care of them. Weāll find her, youāll get your reunion, and you can give her this.ā He patted his jacket pocket, where the small box was hidden away. It was a bear and a half to get the security to look the other way, but it would likely be worth it.Ā āWhen have I ever let you down, Baby girl?ā
But as luck would have it, Marcus spotted approximately six feet of trouble coming their way, only minutes into the party.Ā āAw hell, DāAmoreās here.ā He sure as hell hadnāt been invited by the underboss for tonightās mission, yet somehow he wound up there anyway. Fucking annoying geezer. He leaned towards Baby, voice lowering to a faint murmur.Ā āSorry kid, looks like your sister might need to wait a second.ā There was a sympathetic edge to his tone, which disappeared as he pulled her in closer, a cocky grin spreading across his face as they neared the weapons dealer.Ā āLuca! Surprised you could make it. Thought this was an invitation-onlyĀ kind of event.ā Marcus drawled, dark eyes drilling into hisĀ ācomradeā as the implied warning hung in the air.Ā āIf I recall, it wasnāt forwarded to you.ā
There was only one thing Luca DāAmore hoped to gain from this hoity toity party tonight: information. If there was one thing the financially prestigious and social elite cared about, it was image. By inserting himself into their lives; by wining and dining the concept of protection in such difficult times and a place of luxury and lavishness beyond their wildest dreams, Luca would be guaranteed a list of clients profitable enough for the whole of the Italian mafia to benefit from. Heād received permissionāa blessing, he chose to view it as insteadāfrom the Don to attend tonightās gala; if there was one thing Luca was confident Dante understood, it was money. Something Luca was very good at obtaining for the family.
It would be exceedingly dangerous if he was caught tonight; he wouldnāt betray the family for anything, given how much the Italians had done for Luca when heād packed up his belongings and sailed here from Florence, but he couldnāt deny that the presence of New YorkāsĀ āfinestā made him a bit on edge. Generally speaking, of course, they were absolute shit-for-brains morons, but that didnāt mean one of them wouldnāt wise up to the deals Luca was intending to instigate this evening. He had just finished a round of fake smiles and forced laughter to a group of Wall Street bankers (if anyone was corrupt and wicked as sin, it was those bureaucratic motherfuckers) when he spotted a familiar figure. Long, soft honey-colored hair framed an excited (but anxious) face, leading down intoā¦a custom Givenchy dress, painstakingly picked out so that the rich cranberry hues contrasted against her pearly skin and honey-and-amber curls.
His girlādraped across Marcus fucking Blackmanās arm. In the middle of an event swarming with cops who would surely love to get a mafia-allied prostitute on their side.
The rest of the party faded away as Luca excused himself, making his way across the room to where Marcus and Baby were; the prick actually had the nerve to have her draped all over his arm, like a piece of fucking candy he couldnāt wait to show off and taunt the other boys with. As he approached, Blackman was already parting his lips to spew more nonsense. The urge to crack his knuckles and have them meet Marcusā face was surprisingly strong, even as he forced himself into rigid composure.
āAnd if I recall, Blackman, you werenāt in charge of my invitation; some of us actually do things for the family, you know,ā he said coolly, his jaw clenched as he darted back and forth between Marcus and Baby. His gaze lingered on Babyās, a clear question of betrayal in his gaze; why had she come here with Marcus? And, more importantly, why hadnāt he known? āAnd who the fuck told you you could bring my girl with you?ā
Baby was more nervous than she had been in an incredibly long time - more so than she could recall being for her audition at the Inferno, more so than she had been the first time Marcus had sent her undercover to retrieve information for him...no, the butterflies floating around in her stomach right now were an entirely different species; she could hardly breathe without choking on their fluttering wings. She was so close to Bunny - so close to the baby sister she had endured hell with only to be so cruelly torn away from - and she didnāt even know what she was going to say when or if she was able to reunite with her face to face. Tucked away in Marcusā jacket was the small velvet box she had pleaded with him to hold onto for her, and inside of it was the other half of a friendship necklace that she had been carrying around with her ever since her fifth birthday. It was cheap and dingy, purchased directly from a toy dispenser in the mall for a quarter that she had scrounged for in the bottom of their motherās purse, but Baby could still remember how delighted Bunny had been to be given something so dainty and pretty to wear.
Baby could still remember the way Bunny had clung to it in one chubby toddler fist as she endured one horror after another at the hands of her father and his friends. As if it was all she had to hold onto when Baby wasnāt able to protect her from them.Ā
Right now, Marcus was the only form of comfort that she had, and Baby was more grateful than ever for his sturdy presence at her side. She wasnāt an idiot - she knew that he hadnāt brought her along as his date solely for her own benefit, but she was incredibly grateful for him nevertheless. He knew things about her and her past that she had never been able to share with anyone before, and she would never be able to repay him for the way that he had held her in his arms that tearful night. She almost never broke down like that, and she had been terrified that he would turn her away because of it - just as she feared on a daily basis that Luca would if he ever found out about just how fucked up she was due to the life she had once lived. Even as she fretted and asked him for the tenth time if he had her present for Bunny, Marcus still drew her close up against him, and Baby let out a shaky little sigh of relief when she felt the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing soothingly into the bare, creamy skin of her arm. He was right - he had never let her down in the past, and so long as she remained by his side, she had nothing to fear or worry about. Now all that was left was for her to find her way to Bunny, and then -Ā
Oh no. Oh no. Luca.Ā
It all happened so fast. One moment, Marcus was leaning down to murmur in her ear to warn her of the impending arrival of one very infamous arms dealer, and the next he was pulling her even closer up against him before moving them in Lucaās direction. Normally, Baby would have been over the moon at the sight of him, but right now - right now, when she was finally reaching the end of an incredibly personal, incredibly intimate, and incredibly painful journey she had set out on for herself, all she could think of was how desperately she had tried to hide everything that was bruised and broken and bloodied about herself from him. She was meant to be his good, perfect girl, his shining star that he could count on rain, wind, or snow - something that she couldnāt continue to be for him when she was as vulnerable and on-edge as she was right now.
As always, Marcus and Luca were anything but friendly with one another - why, Baby didnāt fully understand - and the young dancer found herself nervously nibbling on her full bottom lip as they exchanged a series of venomous barbs. Luca wasnāt just upset with Marcus, though - no, the same anger was in his stormy gaze as he looked at her in the dress he had given her, clutching onto Marcusā arm as if she couldnāt bear the thought of taking even a single step away from the underboss. What he didnāt realize was that he was the only thing keeping her upright.Ā āLuca - I asked Marcus to bring me here tonight.ā Babyās voice was soft but insistent as she finally managed to speak; the PTSD that she had buried inside of her for so long was coming out in spades, and she had to cling tighter to Marcus as a result, her free hand coming up to rub anxiously at the delicate hollow of her flushed throat.Ā āIām the one that wasnāt invited between the three of us; he - heās doing me a favor,ā she continued in a hushed, fervent tone, looking up and over Lucaās head just in case she happened to miss Bunnyās entrance.Ā āNow please, I - donāt make a scene or start a fight. Itās very important that Iām here; there - thereās something that I need to do. Please, Iām...ā She had to squeeze her eyes shut for a moment, before managing to look up at Marcus helplessly, anxiously, and for the first time in her life, she was all but ignoring Lucaās presence out of sheer necessity.Ā āDo you see the guards? Have they come out yet?ā
@marcussblackmanā
ā” @dravennappoĀ ā”
Baby couldnāt recall the last time that she had ever been so incredibly stressed in her entire life. Between dealing with Marcus and Lucaās seemingly never-ending rivalry, as well as anxiously scanning the glimmering crowd for any sign of her bunny rabbit of a baby sister, the young dancer was well on the verge of succumbing to a much-needed panic attack. She had been to events like this before, of course - grand, lavish affairs with enough alcohol to loosen even the tightest of lips - but never merely as a guest. Usually, she was on the arm of either one of her ItalianĀ papĆ s, or wining and dining any of the potential clients they wanted her to win over with the use of her talented and nubile little body. Either way, she was still on a mission, but Operation: Find Bunny Golightly didnāt seem to be going according to plan at all.Ā
She just - she needed a moment to breathe. She needed to center herself again.Ā
That was why, after slipping away from the two men for just a moment - and it wasnāt hard, really, given the fact that they were still measuring dick size when she left them - Baby found herself outside in one of the gardens, the delicate curve of her back arched and resting against the terrace wall as she held an icy bottle of water to the flushed skin of her vulnerable collarbone. Her head was tilted back, long golden brown hair spilling down her bare shoulders as she squeezed her eyes shut and drew in a shaky, unsteady breath. Just a few seconds to herself, and she would return back to the gala - just a few seconds alone, and she would find her sister.
ā” @marcussblackman @lucavdamoreĀ ā”
Ever since she had since Bunnyās angel-faced visage splashed across every television and newspaper announcing the young heiressās arrival to New York City, Baby hadnāt been able to focus on anything else. For the last fifteen years of her life, she had wondered desperately about the whereabouts of her little sister - if she was safe, if she was happy, if she was even alive, all the while praying that she hadnāt ended up back in the foster care system like she had. She knew that, due to her young age at the time, Bunny had been adopted almost immediately the moment they had been taken into custody, but Baby knew all too well that orphaned children were often thought of as being every bit as disposable as dirty laundry and just as unwanted. Now, though, she knew without a doubt that Bunny had been taken care of her entire life; she was all but royalty, for goodness sake, with a father whose net worth was somewhere up in the billions and a party being thrown for her that was fit for a queen, and for the first time in all of her twenty-two years on earth, Baby Doefoot was filled with a sensation akin to relief.Ā
It didnāt matter that Baby had never been given her happily-ever-after. It didnāt matter that she had ended up on the streets after years of suffering at the hands of so-called foster fathers and the men they forced upon her. All that had ever mattered to her was the safety and security of her baby sister, and so knowing that she had been given the happiness she so desperately deserved was more than enough to atone for Babyās trials and tribulations. She didnāt deserve the sort of things that Bunny did, after all - she had never been as pure or as wholesome.
Now, with the birthday girlās gala already fully in swing, Baby was clutching rather anxiously at the strong arm of one Marcus Blackman - her date for the evening. He was the only one in the world that knew about her past as well as her relation to the aforementioned Golightly heiress; after one of their many trysts she had ended up tearfully confessing to him some of the things that she had endured growing up in the foster care system, and with that had come her desperate desire to reunite with her younger sister. He was the first person she had called the moment she realized that Bunny had landed on the Upper East Side, fretfully promising anything and everything he could ever ask for in exchange for an invitation as his date to the star-strewn event. She...she wouldnāt have been able to reach out to Luca, after all. He didnāt know where she came from or who he was, and she didnāt - she didnāt want to burden him with any of that.
Ā Now, with one of her small hands tucked around the crook of Marcusā muscular arm, Baby was nibbling anxiously at her pouty bottom lip, just barely resisting the urge to fret and fiddle with the revealing hem of her crimson-red dress. She kept herself nestled snugly up against Marcusā side, both for comfort, and - well, there was no denying that he didnāt look incredible in his suit - and she looked up at him nervously as they were ushered into the glittering ballroom, already feeling warm and flushed with the stress of it all.Ā āDo you think theyāll bring her out right away?ā she asked in a hushed and breathless voice; Marcus might have been used to the sultry confidence that she displayed when she was working undercover for him, but right now she felt more vulnerable than ever before.Ā āOr will she be - surrounded by guards, like...erm, whatsherface? Meghan Markle?ā She let out an anxious-sounding little laugh, the hand that wasnāt clutching onto Marcusā toned arm reaching up to play with one of her motherās earrings that dangled so prettily from her ears.Ā āAnd - ohmygod, you have my present for her, right? Itās in your pocket?ā It was a tiny velvet box - Baby hoped that Marcus hadnāt forgotten to tuck it away.
baby doefoot ā” golightly gala
her name had been everywhere - splashed across the headlines of every newspaper and gossip rag in new york city, baby hadnāt even been able to turn on one of the flatscreen tvs at the inferno without catching sight of the newest arrival to the upper east side: bunny golightly. the moment the young stripper had caught sight of the angel-faced girl with the big blue eyes, she hadnāt needed to hear her first name to know who she was. that was her baby sister, and after countless years of being separated from one another after bunny had been adopted into the golightly family and baby had been shifted in and out of foster homes, they were finally within arms reach. itās almost too much for baby to bear - she hasnāt seen bunny since they were little more than toddlers, enduring the sort of abuse that stretches far and beyond most peoplesā imaginations, and now that she knows that her sister was taken in by a wealthy, well-off family that seems to love her enough to throw extravagant birthday parties for, baby is relieved and reassured - at least one of them was able to find their happily ever after.
given that call girls and heiresses donāt exactly run in the same circles, babyās only hope of being granted an invitation to bunnyās birthday party had been in the form of one @marcussblackman. heās the only one in the world that knows about babyās past - the only one in the world that she trusts enough to share it with - and after she had pleaded with much desperation for him to be her date to the gala, he had eventually agreed, and baby was able to spend the entire day preparing for the lavish event before he arrived to pick her up.Ā
the dress she wears is a givency creation given to her by none other than @lucavdamore after she succeeded in winning over a particularly stubborn client of his, and the deep crimson of the gown splits open with each step that she takes to reveal inches of soft, sunkissed skin all up along the lengths of her shapely dancerās legs. if one looks closely enough, theyāll even see the pale gold garter she wears around one of her milkmaid thighs; itās the closest thing she has on to undergarments considering the fact that she hasnāt so much as bothered with a thong given how revealing her dress is.Ā
sheās never been one to fiddle too much with her hair or makeup, but with the help of her roommate, she was able to braid half of her golden-brown locks away from her face, leaving the rest of it down in romantic, victoriaās secret angel-esque waves. dangling from her ears are one of the only pieces of jewlery she owns that havenāt been gifted to her by luca or marcus - a pair of earrings given to her by her mama, and the only possesion she has left to remind her of her. she wears them to carry her with her, and to give her the strength and bravery that she needs to hopefully, hopefully manage to reunite with her sister at her birthday bash.Ā
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marcussblackmanā:
Women like Baby, who had been chewed and spat out by the system so many times they couldnāt keep track of the faces and names of their former families, were ideal fodder for wolves like Marcus. Even as she rested beside him, a siren in red, she was so desperately eager to please. He could see the way her delicate body shivered as he whispered to her, the need to leap to his beck and call physically apparent to him. Marcus was the sort who preferred a little more fight in his girls, when he was off-hours, but when he needed a little puppet to bounce around and tug at the heartstrings of strangers, there were few more capable of doing so than her.Ā
The way she reverently clung to his every word, as though they came from God himself, only further reassured him that she was the right weapon to take to battle this time around.Ā
He took some liberties with their close proximity, a large, warm hand resting on her knee and travelling upwards along the milky skin of her thigh and pulling her closer. It would have been scandalous to any passerbys, to see him so brazenly parting her skirt for his own viewing pleasure. But in these circles, he was expected to be every bit the deviant that a high-stakes businessman could be expected to be. Even as his fingers dug into the smooth curve of her ass, Marcus was careful not to bruise her too badly. As much fun as it would be to leave his mark on her, Babyās other keeper, Luca, did not need to know about their affairs that evening. Baby was a valuable commodity to the both of them, after all, but it didnāt mean they always liked to share.Ā
Marcus leaned into her touch, but his eyes remained cold, calculating. āThe boyās an heir to a pharmeceutical company, and heās known for doing a few wholesale deals on the side. I want the names of his associates. Whoās supplying him, and whoās distributing.ā The plan was a simple one: isolate the target, weed out his current associates and offer a solution in the form of the Italians. Marcus already had a few officers on standby for the job, but first they needed names. That was where Baby came in.Ā āIntel says heās a Melbourne kid, so heās likely associated with one of the other big names in our line of work. Find out who they are so we can make their lives a little more complicated.ā
The underboss leaned in closer, a smirk growing as he studied Baby from up close.Ā āShouldnāt be too hard for you, Baby girl. Intel alsoĀ says he hasnāt had much luck in the girlfriend department. Guyās got no game, even with the big name behind him. He should be an easy pick.ā Marcusā grip on her tightened a moment before he pulled back, expectant.Ā āNow why donāt you go introduce yourself?ā
Between Marcus and Luca, there was never any shortage of work for Baby. The two men kept her incredibly busy, but the young dancer wouldnāt have had it any other way - she liked to feel useful; it made her feel good to realize that she was doing everything in her power to assist the Italians in any way that she possibly could. It wasnāt as if she was particularly helpful for much else, after all - she was a dancer, yes, and a highly-skilled one at that, but what did that mean to two of the highest-ranking men within the Italian mafia aside from when they were watching her up on stage at the club? No - both Luca and Marcus deserved nothing but the best, and if it meant that she would have one less lonely night as a reward...then she would gladly do anything and everything that was requested of her. She remained pretty and pliant as Marcus whispered in her ear, effortlessly playing the part of the clueless Barbie doll even as he began to fill her head with all of the intel he needed her to know about the man she would soon beĀ āinterrogatingā, and even when he slid one of his strong and powerful hands high up along the silken skin of her thigh, Baby remained attentive and ready for instructions...despite the fact that she was only just barely managing to hold back a moan. She loved the way that Marcus touched her - almost carelessly, as if she was just a ragdoll for him to toss around, but with purpose nevertheless.
His hand slid between the slit of her dress, and Baby couldnāt help but let out a pleased little gasp as she felt his calloused fingers drift upwards to the supple curve of her ass. Her back arched delicately for him, then, and she kept her slender little arms wrapped snugly around his neck as she continued to hang on his every word. This might as well have been foreplay for them, and Baby could only hope that she would perform her mission well enough that he would find it within him to reward her at the end of the night. By the time he finished speaking, the tiny blonde had memorized everything that he had asked of her, and she nodded swiftly to confirm her understanding.Ā āGotcha,ā she whispered breathlessly, and she lifted her head to press a sweet kiss into his full beard before pulling away with a beaming grin.Ā āCome get me when I give you the signal, okay? I promise Iāll do whatever it takes to find out everything you want to know, but...I still wanna find my way back to you before itās too late. Please?ā She pouted a little bit then, and one of her dainty hands came down to cup the bulge of his cock lightly through his trousers, giving it a small squeeze in the hopes that it would be enough to tempt him.
Marcus was right - the man he had assigned her to speak to wasnāt at all used to pretty girls approaching him in the slightest, and Baby couldnāt help but smile when he fumbled over his words and nearly spilled his drink the moment she entered his vicinity. He tried to smooth-talk her, and even attempted a bit of a smarmy, suave sort of come-on approach, but all it took was Baby fluttering her long, dark lashes and looking up at him with her warm brown doe eyes, and he was at a complete and utter loss for words. In less than twenty minutes, Baby had her arms around his neck and her toned dancerās body pressed intimately up against his as she asked him so sweetly - so innocently - where she would be able to find a new source for the Adderall she so desperately needed to keep on top of her schoolwork and cheerleading practice, and he was telling her everything that she needed to know. She feigned awe and surprise that he was managing such an incredibleĀ ābusinessā all on his own, and instantly the man - boy, really, and his name was Keenan - was fumbling over himself in an attempt to keep her engaged and impressed. He told her everything that he was able to sell, how he was able to keep such a steady supply, and the names of his VIP customers...in short, everything that Marcus had asked for.Ā
Babyās work was done, then, even if Keenan seemed to be nowhere near finished with her. He was all over her now, both of his grabby hands groping at her perky ass as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and mumbled something about how nice she smelled, and that was Babyās cue to look up at Marcus across the room, a pleased, bright little smile lighting up on her beaming face.Ā āI gotta get going, sugar,ā she told Keenan breathlessly, gently resting her small hands against his chest in a subtle attempt to push him away.Ā āSomeoneās coming to get me.ā
dravennappoā:
āI have been fine.ā Draven answered as she sat herself on his knee. Everyone knew who she belonged too, but that didnāt stop him for having a soft spot for her. He rested a hand on his waist and sipped his drink. He could see the men turning to see where Baby had gone after she left the stage. He glared at them as they looked at him with jealousy in their eyes. This must have been enough to scare them because they turned back around.
āDoes Luca give you any days off or does he keep you locked up here and busy doing things for him?ā He looked around assuming to see Luca hiding behind a corner somewhere watching the two of them. āYou deserve some time away from here.ā
Baby considered herself incredibly lucky to be one of Dravenās regular girls - Mr. Nappo was a very important client, after all, and an incredibly high-up figure within the Italian mafia, and so it was no wonder that the other dancers were constantly trying to catch his eye. She wasnāt like the rest of them, though - she didnāt want his money, or to earn his favor solely so that she could reaffirm her own position within the mob; it wasnāt like that at all. She simply enjoyed spending time with him - he treated her incredibly well within the confines of a bedroom, after all, and she greatly enjoyed servicing him in return. She purred contentedly when she felt one of his strong, powerful hands rest at the curve of her dainty waist as if it belonged there, gracefully leaning back into his lap until the pert swell of her supple, thong-clad ass was pressed flush against him.
āLuca keeps me busy, but I always have time for you, sir,ā she reassured him with a sweet kiss to his cheek, one of her free hands coming up to scratch lightly at the underside of his jaw, and she giggled when she realized that he was glaring at one of the many men that seemed to be bothered by the fact that Draven had captured her attention so thoroughly.Ā āWe could go somewhere a little quieter, if youād like,ā she suggested innocently then, a playful smile warming up her baby doll face.Ā āItās been so long since weāve gotten to catch up, hasnāt it, Mr. Nappo, sir?ā
āā // @babydoefoot closed.
Ana got the text from Luca the moment she stepped back into her building. Her eyes barely glazed over it, only picking out the words that were importantāāshe was working out of the office today and that she needed to get Baby. There was never any need to fully read her employerās texts, only because they alwaysĀ had to include something suggestive and sexual. It took only three years of being around him for Ana to finally figure out how to filter it all out. It wasnāt as if sex and all things sexual repulsed herāāhow could it, she lived and was best friends with a hooker that she loved and adored to deathāābut Ana never understood the craving for it. There had been numerous conversations with Baby, not just exploring the subject matter, but just talking about in general. It was shop talk and girl talk, and it only led to Ana making a bad decision that seemed to follow her around like the plague. She had meant to really talk to Baby about it, but Ana didnāt care enough to make a thing, because it wasnāt.
With her package under her arm, Ana stepped back into their shared apartment. Things were everywhere, but it wasnāt like the girls were ever having anyone over. They cleaned when it was necessary, only for the mess to just build up once more in the blink of an eye as neither spent more time on the other side of the dingy walls. Ana was forever grateful that Baby agreed to bee her roommate, the two signing their names on that dotted line as Ana remembered the struggle of trying to live on her own as runaway seventeen-year-old. Their paths just magically crossed at the right time, and now Ana was shaking the younger girl awake, opening her package so the aroma of the freshly baked pastries would only incentivize the girl to get up.Ā
āCome on, peaches. TheseĀ daahn tÄat arenāt going to eat themselves,ā Ana said, quickly slapping shut the pink paper lid down. It wasnāt really going to do anything, as the paper package was not designed to be insulated. Only there as a case to carry, painstakingly early in the morning, from Chinatown back to their place.Ā āLuca needs us. Come on. That should get you up faster than this.ā The second was mostly to herself as Ana just waited for the inevitable moment the small girl would start to get upāāmuch to her own amusement as Ana was already up and ready for the day.
Baby wasnāt usually the sort to sleep in - it wasnāt ever something that she really even had time for - but after being awake for nearly forty hours due to a combination of bachelor parties at the club and Luca needing her to service three of his clients in a row before having his wicked way with her himself, the young dancer was exhausted, and had promptly fallen into bed the moment she had managed to stumble out of the shower. Sleep had come so easily then - for once, the crippling loneliness of being entirely by herself and without the presence of one of her numerous lovers hadnāt been able to keep her wide-eyed and awake for hours on end, and even when she did manage to drift off into unconsciousness, there were no nightmares to jerk her back to the world of the living. No - for once, Baby was merely able to just sleep, and as far as she was concerned, she had Luca to thank for that. He was the last person she had seen before his driver had dropped her off at home, of course, and he was the reason she was so thoroughly exhausted to begin with. Even without meaning to, her daddy always knew just how to take care of her, and Baby was eternally grateful for the fact that she belonged to him and the Italians.Ā
She must have slept for at least eight hours before the delicious scent of something warm, flaky, and custard-filled was wafting its way to her nose, and that combined with the sing-song sound of her roommateās voice was enough to have Baby slowly but surely coming back from the Land of Nod.Ā āMmph..strawberry?ā she murmured with a sleepy little yawn, blinking open her bleary doe eyes so that she could flutter her long-lashed gaze up at her woodland creature of a roommate and best friend. Instantly, and despite the fact that she was still exhausted, Baby was smiling, and not just because of the egg tarts Ana had so thoughtfully brought home for the two of them to share. Already she was lazily drawing herself into an upright position, but it was the mention of Luca - Babyās Luca - that had the young dancer even more alert than before.Ā
āHe needs me again already?ā she asked breathlessly, scrambling up and out of her messy bed that was filled to the brim with stuffed animals and as many pillows as she was able to fit so that she could throw open the doors of her wardrobe, frantically scanning its contents for an outfit the arms dealer would hopefully approve of. She and Ana shared clothing on a daily basis, and she wondered if the elfin girl would mind if she went through her closet as well. Regardless, she wasnāt thinking of food anymore - no, the only thing on her mind was Luca and the fact that he needed her.Ā āHow soon do we need to leave? I just need to take a quick shower and get changed, and - oh, oh, hang on -Ā ā Spinning gracefully away from her overfilled wardrobe, she was rushing back towards Ana in little more than the silk teddy she had gone to bed in and fretfully tossing her slim, sunkissed arms around the brunetteās neck, burying her face in the crook of it and nuzzling sweetly to say hello.Ā āHi. Hi hi hi. Thank you for bringing egg tarts! Can I eat like - five of them? I canāt remember my last meal,ā she said with a little huff of a sigh, before lifting her head to look up at Ana and beam.Ā āI missed you. Iām so glad we get to work together today! How have you been?āĀ