Lupus in Fabula

Roman Reigns at your service. The latest and biggest in the Anoa'i name, certified asskicker, lovin' dad an' former member of The Shield. Fuck with me, my kid or my crew and you'll be spitting teeth out for a week. Otherwise, we cool. Dudes, let sleepin' dogs lie. Dames, how you doin? ________________________ Independent and semi selective Roman Reigns RP blog. Multiverse, Multi-ship, OC and Crossover -friendly. Mun and Muse are 20+ The character portrayed is entirely fictional, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is unintentional. GUIDELINES NAVIGATION

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The Base

The throbbing inside the blonde’s head concentrated itself in a strip across her cranium as she ran up the stairs of the hotel. They promised her safety, and unfortunately, did not deliver as originally planned.

She was still in her night gown as she burst through the emergency exit on the roof, the cold wind of the night biting harshly against against her exposed legs. Her hands fought to keep her gown from flying upwards, hazel eyes squinting while she looked for her incoming escape. It was all so sudden, so she didn’t exactly blame them for being a little late - but she couldn’t help but clench her teeth while she waited.

Someone tipped them off. Lana would never know whom, although she had an inkling of an idea, if her disownment from her family was anything to go by. But she was woken up in the middle of the night by her guards, ones who stayed behind to hold off the incoming enemies, ones who were now committing treason before their deaths, all for their beloved senator.

Through the darkness of the sky, a small light began to get increasingly larger as it came towards the building. Now with a clearer view, Lana could make out the shape of a plain white starship. She backed up as it landed on the roof, and she took a glance back at the door before sprinting as it opened up for her. The sound of blasters being shot were muffled by the wind in her ears, but the bright red bolts going right past her head did not escape her notice. As she was nearly there, a sharp pain shot through her arm and she had to stop herself from clutching at it to continue to run, eventually being able to get on the ship.

The senator was ushered to sit down, and she bit down on her lip as one of the men aboard began to inspect her wound.

“Where are we going to, sir?” She asked as the man grabbed a medical kit nearby.

“The base. Not only will your wound need to heal properly, but….it’ll be one of the only places in the galaxy that you’ll be safe. For now, anyways.”

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“Look, I’ve got a shipment of Dewbacks to make to an’ some antsy Tauntauns stinkin’ up the lower decks because we had to make a detour to Haruun Kal to pick up the Akk Dogs as you requested, you're tellin' me we need to make another detour now?" There was a long-suffering sigh as the captain of the rustic-looking cargo ship leaned back in his seat as the orders continued to relay through his headphones from the Rebel base. There was no word from the former Imperial droid who now served as his co-pilot and sat next to him but he could almost sense the smirk which was ridiculous given that the droid barely had anything resembling a mouth.

"What for?"

Joseph's brows knotted as his lips were pressed into a terse line and he sat up a little straighter.

"Aight aight. Affirmative. Just shoot me the coordinates of their current location." He spun in his seat and reached out for the touchscreen, swiftly entering the information and the urgency must have been palpable given that both the droid and the massive fur mountain of Thernbee which had been huddled under the control panel turned around to look at him.

"We're on it."

"Why did it have to be fucking Tauntauns?" Came the lamentation from the stairs leading to the lower cargo hold as a native Corellian, unkempt and unshaven for three days at least came up with a dour scowl before throwing himself into the third chair and strapping himself in.

"Why couldn't be Lyleks so we'll all be dead before someone lights a spark down there and this whole ship goes up in flames."

"Hey, I worked ten years to get this baby put together aight, she ain't meetin' her maker just yet." Joseph shot back through the teasing grin that managed to snake its way across his features as he turned behind to ensure that the third member of his crew was ready for what was to come.

"'Sides Dean-O, you'll get used to the smell."

"The word you're looking for is desensitized." The Droid coolly corrected him as mechanical fingers danced upon the controls with the expertise of a seasoned veteran.

"You ain't helpin' my case here, Set." said Joseph reproachfully

"Focus on the co-ordinates, let's try to get to 'em before the TIE fighters do."

"TIE Fighters?" Dean echoed with a bit of uncertainty though the man immediately paid attention and leaned forward with a bit of a manic gleam in those droopy blue eyes.

"That senator who went rogue?" Politics had never been his forte---most of what Joseph knew about the senate came from word of mouth around the smuggling rings where a boy grew into a man and what he knew endeared them to him as much as they did when he was a youngling training at the Jedi Temple and it seemed like everything the council decided on, they had some say in it.

"Let's just say the Empire's cuttin' her loose an' their severance package was shitty enough they needed to send it in a hail of blaster fire. Chief wants her escorted back to our base safely an' we were the closest to 'em. Now hold on tight, I'm initiatin' Hyperdrive."

The ship's engines groaned and shuddered in retort as he pushed the lever and steeled himself for jump. He'd been through countless warp speed jumps since he was thirteen and stowing away abroad cargo vessels, but the feel of the rushed inertia and the lights that surrounded them, ostentibly stars passed by in the blink of an eye never got old.

It took them seconds, but they had appeared in a completely different part of the galaxy, pitch black and dotted with faraway planets as he peered into the void until Set tapped his shoulder and pointed to their right.

"Any whiter and they should have a neon sign with the words 'shoot me'. Do they even have a cloaking device?" the Droid relayed to him in a tone that suggested amused sarcasm.

"They were in a rush to leave, figures that they'd get the first ship that came along, specs be damned." Joseph steered the cargo vessel towards them before reaching overhead for the craft's transmitter. The static that came on from the other end was indication that they were within range for radio contact.

"This is Captain Anoa'i of the Kyberian Shepherd, a member of the Resistance, ship code 1118-2012 for confirmation from your liason. We were informed of Senator Lana's escape and your intention to make contact with Rebel forces. Requesting permission to escort your ship safely to our base."

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“No surprise there,” she said, shrugging. “I hear some pretty interesting people drop by there all the time.”

CJ laughed, shaking her head at his compliment. “That is because our drug use is more like….recreational drinking. But with blunts and cocaine and literally everything you could imagine. Parties with us are….well, wild. I do suspect that some of the girls use it a lot more than what the rest of us see, so I guess the whole ‘drug addicts’ thing is not entirely untrue.” She frowned for a moment, folding her hands in lap.

“Yes, well. None of us are college-educated, we all have several children and we love being sluts, so why would they treat us kindly?” She asked sarcastically, rolling her eyes at the thought of the very people who looked down upon them. She had heard many of their insults and arguments as to why girls like her didn’t deserve respect. “People assume far too much.”

She side-eyed him as he pushed hair behind her ear. He was being awfully touchy today, she thought to herself. She had to stop herself from thinking that way - he wasn’t here to get anything like that from her. Or least, not yet.

She sighed. “There was a shooting there, and….one of the kids got caught in the crossfire. They closed down after that, and relations between certain areas got strained. I was there when it happened.”

Things went eerily silent for a moment, before she suddenly brightened and changed the subject. “Enough about me. What about you? What’s your life like?”

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“Ay, trudat. ‘Sides, it ain’t like you girls are hurtin’ no one doin’ whatever it is you do, ain’t it? Not everyone got the luxury of choosin’ what pays the bills end of the day an’ a coupl’a ladies dancin’ an’ tradin’ flesh for cash is the least of the city’s problems.”  Joseph offered dryly even as he found himself rolling his eyes alongside her. The streets of New York weren’t forgiving in the least, the streets paved with gold long gone under grimy concrete cobblestones and anyone making a living, surviving on their own terms without hurting those around them, it was something to be commended no matter how morally questionable it was. 

“M’ sorry to hear that. Things have been gettin’ pretty heated in the neighborhood these days. It’s a shame good people like them were caught in the middle of it.” 

There was a twitch at the corner of his mouth though, the bare-second look of guilt ghosting across his features as he quietly struggled to keep his tone level and did his best not to think of the first time things had gone terribly wrong during one of his men’s meetings with a rival gang; he had been left with three dead associates, two families devoid of their breadwinners and one, their only son.  He had ensured that their families would be taken care of for life, but there was nothing he could say or do to take away the look of anguish and seething anger on the face of the mother who had lost her child----he’d never seen her again even as the cheque dutifully came into her mail every month.   To say that he was thankful for the change of topic would have been an understatement and immediately he brightened up again before managing a small laugh of amusement.  “Well, when I ain’t wanderin’ into clubs lookin’ up fine dames such as yourself, I’m actually a bit of a bore. Every day it’s meetin’ contractors, residents, people from city hall. In the mornings, I settle paperwork an’ after lunch I head down to construction sites to check on progress. There’s gonna be scattered phone calls from prospective investors throughout the day, an’ I schedule appointments with the serious ones for night time.”  He explained as they came into Park Slope and he kept an eye out for the rustic-looking Italian restaurant. 

“With the guys, they usually wanna end it with drinks. The ladies, sometimes it’s drinks, sometimes it’s a night back at their place. Both are y’know, business.”  There was a casual shrug of the shoulders and a resigned sigh as he managed to find parking at the side of the road meant for the restaurant’s patrons.

“Weekends come, an’ I usually take my ma out for a show on Broadway, then chill at a bar with my boys.”

The car’s rumbling died down as he got out and went around to her side to pull the passenger door open for her before holding out his hand with a warm grin.  “We’re here. Well it’s not exactly Chinese food though I know where to bring you on our second date, but it’s the best spot for Italian this side of Manhattan.”

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Lana’s eyes flickered down to his hand cupping hers, and she blinked. His palm was warm, yet worn as his skin pressed against hers. Her stomach seemed to do this weird thing - and she tried to brush it off while she crossed her ankles.

“A jackass indeed. I cannot even tell you how stupid we both felt after the whole ordeal,” she chuckled, “now that sounds like me and Summer. We always make up, though.” She listened intently as he spoke of his friends, trying to remember the names and the faces of whom she had seen walk into the club with him. There was the one that had been there the last time, he seemed rather uncomfortable with the whole scene, and then there was the one that looked right at home, and he was the one that was nearly convinced to go the back rooms with one of the girls - Rosa, she thinks. She hadn’t seen the third one.

Her hand suddenly gets warm again as he places her hand on the radio, and she blinks at the action yet again. Her fingers mess with the knob, and suddenly the station has been changed to a top 40 station, and she sheepishly grins as she shrugs.

She frowns at the question. “Not much. Sometimes we go eat with the other girls. We used to go out to this place in Queens, was ran by this really nice Chinese family - the Lins - I think they knew what kind of girls we were and they felt bad, and they treated us like one of their own. And by us, I mean even the girls over at Usagi’s - that’s a Manhattan-based club, very upper-echelon. We used to get discounts for food and drink, always left there was a smile,” she reminisces, a somber smile gracing her face. “It closed down though about a year ago, after….” she shook her head.

“See, the funny thing about Usagi’s is that it is a lot similar to our place. That’s how it is with all of clubs in the boroughs. Similar yet, we all think less of each other,” she laughed, in a strange, morbid kind of way. “We all have our reputations. Usagi’s is a bit like the rich kids - as rich as you can be in this business - stuck up and all. Sphinx, in Staten Island, they are the go-getters. They never stop working. Rumor has it, on average they get about three hours of sleep before heading to their other job. Then there is Sin City, that’s in The Bronx. All about entertainment, flashy everything. I think the owner is from Las Vegas - so that explains it. PUMPS, on the other side of Brooklyn, those are the jailbirds. And us….well, we’re the drug addicts. Allegedly.” She wasn’t sure why she was telling him all of this, maybe to get her mind off what happened to the Lins. She brightened up suddenly, trying to put a genuine smile back on.

“What about you? Do you always go to places like Koshka?”

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“Usagi’s....yeah, I’ve heard of that. The clientele they got is as high-scale as you’re sayin’ their upkeep is I think. One of the big contractors I was workin’ with in Harlem? He’s a regular there, says a judge drops by Friday nights 8:30pm sharp. Never been there m’self though.” Listening raptly even as his eyes never left the road ahead of him, the grin on his features grew wider as she lost herself to the conversation for a moment. Her description of several other clubs scattered along New York brought forth an amused, gruff bit of laughter as he scratched a patch of stubble at the side of his cheek while he thought deep and hard over their names.  “Sin City yeah, I’ve been there once with a lady client---she really enjoyed the flashy cabaret style they got goin’ on there. Just came to watch though though I’m pretty sure she was seein’ some of those ladies when I went off.” 

The city was made of sin and nearly everyone he knew was tainted by its tendrils whether it was through flesh or drugs or corruption but there was some fierce validation to be found in those living here who managed to rise above it all somehow.  “Ain’t ever been to Sphinx an’ PUMPS though. I frequent men’s clubs more than I do places like Koshka, though that’s more on the song selection an’ food than anythin’ else.” 

Up ahead, Manhattan’s district was slowly coming into view as they came to a halt on the fork of a main road and he leaned back to count down on his hands.  “So, we’ve got the spoilt yuppies, the workaholics, the jailbirds, Blitz n’ Glitz an’.....well you don’t gotta take my word for it, but you ladies are lookin’ remarkably well for alleged drug addicts. I’m glad you had someone lookin’ out for you----the public don’t treat you girls kind enough for what they pay you to give up to ‘em.” He reached over to push a loose strand of hair back behind the shell of her ear  “The Lins though. What happened to ‘em?”  Joseph inquired softly even as he could already extrapolate the answer from her; the way her sentence had trailed off didn’t paint a particularly promising picture on the fate of the kindly restaurant owners. 

“Someone got to ‘em? They ain’t paid their rent quick enough? Project reclamations?” 

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She shook her head, still holding her purse. “In our line of work, the only friends you can really have is the ones you work with,” she said, nodding towards the wall full of pictures. She stepped outside, waiting for him to close the door and head down the staircase before locking the door, following him.

Her eyebrows shot up, staring at the Mercedes-Benz parked neatly on the rugged ground. Luxury cars weren’t exactly common around there - as a matter of fact, CJ could see out of the corner of her eye a few kids from the nearby playground staring in awe, and honestly, it took a lot in her to keep jaw from dropping. She’d never been inside of one of these before, and her palm ran across the door after he shut it behind her.

“This is a….lovely car you have,” she said, buckling herself in. “I cannot wait to see your home, I have not been in an actual house since….well, since I was a teenager.”

The Russian laughed, recalling her early memories of Summer. “Well, Summer and I never particularly liked each other, but then my ex started dating her after we broke up and it just got worse. It wasn’t that he moved on, but he seemed to like, control her like he did with me, was absolutely horrible to her - like he did with me, and then tried to mold her into some weird, ‘better’ version of me….it was a complicated, strange, yet very intense situation. Her and I used to have these huge brawls in the dressing room, and it finally ended when we realized he was just trying to screw us both over. And we have been friends ever since. We decided to move into together because we figured it would be easier to handle.”

She looked at him curiously. “What about your friends? What are they like?”

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There was a gruff little chuckle at her statement as he nodded sagely in agreement with it though not without a sigh of resignation as she stepped into the car. Of course, in his line of work these days, it wasn’t so much that he couldn’t trust anyone outside of whoever he worked with than it was the fact that any betrayal that happened was likely to kill him.  It made it easier to navigate social circles at the very least. 

He whistled to catch the attention of the kids who were ogling his car from the playground and they warily looked him up and down like small animals sizing up a potential threat. The dollar bills in his hand however was enough bait, and the pre-teens donning hand-me-down clothes with sallow faces found the allure too much to resist as they scampered towards him though there was still suspicion playing in their eyes. 

“It’s a Wednesday afternoon, why y’all ain’t school?”  The behemoth of a man inquired curiously as they looked at one another before a frizzy-haired girl in a faded pink hoodie piped up, 

“It done closed two weeks ago, mister. You ain’t from around here are you?” 

Roman raised an eyebrow at the revelation as another boy stated with a healthy hint of suspiscion, 

“Ain’t nothin’ for free around here either. What you want?”  “Names. Your school, your headmaster, who closed your school down. You know, basic stuff.”  He nonchalantly rattled off as the children eagerly divided the money between them and there was a conference of little whispers as they debated among themselves. “I’m gonna reopen it, if y’all wondering.”  Roman stated with a little smirk as their eyes grew wide and they stared at him incredulously. 

“Yeah right.”  The smallest of them immediately shot back disbelievingly with arms crossed and this was the Samoan’s cue to kneel down to the child’s level with a bright yet firm, 

“Watch me, kid.” 

As he collected the information from the eldest of the group, he stepped away from them and entered the driver’s side of the car to start it up. 

“She drives like a dream, sometimes I take her down on highways just to see if I can hit her at the 250 mark. Got a speedin’ ticket to that claim too, heh. An’ that sounds like too long a time to have not seen the inside of a real home darlin’.”  He revved the engine, picking up the conversation where she’d left it as he reached down to cup a workworn hand over her slender one for a few seconds to grip it reassuringly before letting go so he could change the car’s gears.  He couldn’t help the snort of amusement at her describing the formerly tempestuous former nature of her relationship with Summer however as he nodded empathetically. 

“You ladies had hell of a wild ride an’ jesus, all that trouble over one guy. Minus a seedy jackass, that kinda sounds like me an’ Deano to be honest. I mean, not to say that we hated each other all that bad, but there was a time a while back where I though he was a good-for-nothin’ shithead and he thought I was a brainless Disney prince. We had some serious fisticuffs back then, an’ mind you, they didn’t stop when we became friends!”  He allowed himself sunny bout of laughter as he turned on the radio.

“We just picked each other up after the dust settled---it’s weird, but it’s some kinda bonding through fists I guess. He an’ Seth an’ Claudey, they’re the closest friends I got. Only people I can trust some days really but they’re good people.” 

The statement would have sounded somber had his not been for the way his features were glowing when he spoke of the three men. 

“Seth’s the thinker of our bunch, my main architect an’ personal accountant. Claudio used to be in the Swiss Army before he became my driver an’ bodyguard---I gave him the day off today. Man drives like Jason Statham and got the skills to match. Owe them my life a couple’a times at this point.” 

He turned the knob of the radio and placed her hand upon it. 

“You choose the music for this ride. Waze is sayin’ the ride’s gonna take another fifteen minutes so we’ve got a while to get acquainted with your favorites.”  For a second his eyes darted down to the screen on his phone. No missed calls, no messages; perfect. 

“So tell me, what do you an’ Summer do for fun around New York? You ladies have a favorite dive somewhere away from the pryin’ eyes of the workplace staff an’ the ex?”

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“Did she? I am glad she approves, I would never hear the end of it if she did not,” she said, pulling out a glass vase and filling it with enough water for the flowers to happily survive, and she took them out of the bouquet the came in.

On the wall were several different picture frames, some of Summer and her family, her own family, pictures of the two blonde bombshells with their friends, and one lone black and white picture to the right. From a distance it would be unrecognizable, but upon closer inspection, the person looking would make out the white lines, their eyes forming the picture into an ultrasound with CJ’s name printed at the top.

“You know, you are the only new guest we’ve had in here in years, I think,” she said, placing the base delicately on the counter, fixing the flowers around. “It is nice.”

She came back out of her tiny kitchen, slinging her purse over her shoulder. “No, not for that long. I have known her for about five years now, three as enemies and two as friends. It is a long story, a very long story. She tends to bounce around from time to time, though,” she said, “What is your place like? Do you have anyone living with you?”

Her eyes flickered towards the wall of pictures, her pupils particularly focused on the ultrasound, before she quickly looked away and grinned. “Ready to go?”

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The first thing he noticed about the cozy little abode were colors----spun golds and sunsets and warm hues of a home well-lived in by a pair of equally vibrant young ladies working nights under the neon lights in one of the city’s countless dens of sin.  It was lively and honest, more so than his own abode which radiated a cool, detached sophistication he could never quite embody even though he had been told that a man in his position needed to carry themselves differently. 

Therefore it was with mounting intrigue in which he slowly approached with narrowed eyes what seemed to be the one literal black spot along the rows and rows of happy memories framed up on the wall; Whatever it was didn’t even seem to contain a person on first glance---just a collection of vague, wispy whites over a black surface like smoke in a mirror. 

There had to be a reason why this anomaly earned a place next to photographs her family, though before he could get a closer look, she had already come out of the kitchen and Roman immediately stopped in his tracks, feigning the kind of big-man casualness he was well-known for. 

Perhaps he would inquire about it later

“I’m honored. Though I dunno, I figured you ladies would have a bigger social circle y’know? An’ Jesus, enemies? There’s a story behind that, and I wanna hear about it in the car eh?” Roman managed a playful smirk which made him look ten years younger for a moment as he opened the door of the apartment and bowed.  “After the lady. An’ to answer your question, yeah. My pad’s pretty big to be honest. ‘Course when it’s just me an’ the maids an’ maitre’d it gets pretty lonely so Claudio--my driver, stays over. Dean, he’s usually all over the place but he falls through the door drunk when he’s in the neighborhood an’ I’ve got a guest room set aside for him I drag his sorry ass into so he can sleep off the blazing hangover.” 

There was a wistful though fond look in his eyes as massive shoulders shrugged away any notion that the street brawler’s presence in any way impeded him and added with a twinge of rare melancholy

“I actually lived the same way you do here a few years back, so y’know, a way bigger place was cool for a while but it gets hard to adjust to just hearin’ your own footsteps echo through the halls sometimes.”

He waited for her to lock the door before leading her downstairs towards the sleek gunmetal Mercedes S63 parked outside the apartment and opening the passenger side door for Lana to step into. 

“So tell me about you an’ your friend eh? How’d two ladies like you start out as enemiesan’ end up as housemates?” 

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"Heheh.....your friend seemed to think so too." The young don offered her a wry grin at the compliment as he held on to the flowers while she searched for a vase and studied the living room of the shared apartment curiously. For a man his size, it would have been claustrophobic had the ladies' design sensibilities not disguised the limitations of the space underneath it. There had been a time when he had been living the same way she did. Simpler times. He and Dean would quarrel over space, scuffle over the bathroom sink during the mornings and these days his new life had given him a home that sometimes felt too big for one man, too cold for someone used to the den-like coziness of an abode like this. "It's a good thing you sent that message when you did---ain't a second passed from the time I got it before some leggy dame stopped right in front of me an' looked me up an' down a coupla' times before she gave me the A-OK sign. I guess I made her cut eh?" He didn't voice his relief that she had allayed his fears at just the right moment---for a second was the wild suspicion that the woman had been a spy of his enemies or potential incumbents to his growing empire---- Paranoid. He was getting too paranoid......and over what? Today was a day when his work came second to his wants, and what he wanted was a day with a lady he fancied and little else. "How long have you two been livin' together?" The question passed his lips as he sat himself down on the living room couch and made a note of every crack in the wall and watermark from the ceiling above. Repairs later perhaps. "Since you got to these shores?" @imperatritsax

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"You keep talkin' to me about my manners, old man, and you couldn't be assed to knock?"

The tension in the room was palpable as Joseph narrowed his eyes at the reflection of a gaunt, elderly gentleman who stood several paces behind him and was studying him with the same disapproval he had grown to resent. If he had been expected to greet the visiting don however, the leisurely manner in which his casually slipped in his cufflinks made it clear that he would do so in his own time.

"Certainly you can afford some leniency for family, can't you boy?" The well-dressed elderly man with greying streaks who looked to be approaching seventy still bore a cunning gleam in eyes as dark as night as he regarded his estranged grandson loftily. 

"You're looking less like a savage than you normally are. It's a good look."

The small bouquet of white roses on the able alongside a pair of stageside ballet recital tickets on the foyer table caught the man’s interest as he brushed the flower petals with his fingers curiously before inquiring; 

"Are you meeting a client of ours? I hear the Kitchen Irish are ready to talk about a new deal---"

"One---you need to stop callin' me that while your teeth are still intact." came the curt reply as Joseph finally turned around while dabbing cologne along his neckline, and his gaze narrowed when he saw his grandfather making acquaintance with the gifts he had put together earlier in the morning. 

"Two---There is no deal. I chased them out of their turf, an' as far as the good people of Hell's Kitchen are concerned, they don't want none."

The glass bottle of cologne clinked noisily on the dressing table as he strode towards the former don purposefully, firmly brushing away the man’s hand from the flowers and completely disregarding the flash of outrage at what might have been construed as youthful insolence. 

"It's my turf now, they want to talk, they start growin' a pair an' look me in the eye instead of sendin' the news upwind." He tucked the tickets into the breast pocket of his coat and held on to the bouquet before looking at the rolex on his wrist,  11:30am. She’d be expecting him over by twelve. 

"Three---no. I took the day off. Social visit."

"The fifth rule of Cosa Nostra; Always be available for a duty, even when your wife is about to give birth." the older man spoke in admonishing tones though Joseph’s expression was that of boredom and complete shamelessness both. 

"Maybe that’s why your dame only popped out one kid.” Joseph said witheringly with a roll of the eyes as he brushed past his grandfather to make his exit from the room and down the hallway before throwing one lass glance behind at the man who was looking increasingly exasperated with his backtalk.  “You talked to them about a deal, that makes it your duty. You number’s goin’ straight to voicemail. Don’t bother callin’ till tomorrow.” 

As the car drove up the driveway to Lake Point’s apartment complex, it came to a halt in one of the visitor’s parking lots. Cesaro had been given the day off and Joseph found himself behind the wheel for the journey. The car’s door slammed behind him after the engine died down and the keys were merrily jingled in one hand to be slipped into a pocket as he stared at himself in the windshield for any last minute adjustments.  He didn’t recall when was the last time he’d gone on a date with someone he genuinely liked rather than being pressed into that and more for sake of business, and for a moment he was sixteen and smitten once more.  Pulling out his phone, his fingers swiftly ghosted from one button to the other as a message was typed out and sent to the Slavic woman whose company he was to share today. 

[Odette] Ey duchess. 

[Odette] What floor are you one? Shall I come upstairs to your place? [Odette] Or you’d rather I wait outside?

[Odette] .....I uh, I got flowers so maybe you need to find a vase for them? [Odette] Or something. 

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“Like you would not believe,” she said, and before she could even stop herself, she turned her head so his thumb would wind up in the middle of her lips, to which she opened her mouth and took it in, giving a small bite before sucking on it slightly. She grinned as she took it out, glad that she’d been able to give the smallest of sneak peeks at what kind of foreplay would be in his future, if everything went right.

God, what she’d give to go down on him right here, right now. But she had to be patient. After all, it’d be worth it in the end, as she’d be with him on a bed, and if context clues were anything, it would be a nice one as well. Not a leather chair, or carpet. A bed.

“Roses?” She asked incredulously, her eyebrows raising up yet again. “Well, I do like roses. And tulips, as well as peonies.”

She fixed his hair around his face before slipping both straps off her shoulder, ruffling her blonde hair to one side and subtly smearing her lipstick across her mouth.

“My is not here tonight, he is out on some….business. But the person who is in charge, he will definitely be looking,” she said, reluctantly rising from his all too comfortable lap. “….if someone gives you a hard time leaving tonight, I am sorry about him. He can be a such a jealous son of a bitch.”

[cane-da-giustizia]

“Jealous piece of shit huh? I figure that’s the dude you were havin’ words with earlier? Admirer or ex? Either way, I’ll play nice darlin’. Ain’t wanna get you into trouble yeah? Even if trouble is kind of my middle name but I can make an exception.” 

He winked at her roguishly and leisurely stretched like a tomcat before rising from his seat and taking her hand into his own to lead her to the door. The private room had long lost its seedy charm from their first meeting here and it was all he could do not to just lift her in his arms and abscond with her to the car, to a better life for with opportunities that didn’t involve her plying her body every other night. There were guards here however, and too many possible collaterals if things went south, including women who were likely trapped as she was; If he wanted to break her out of her, more planning was needed. 

Walking through the corridors quietly, he stopped just before they took a turn to the main cabaret hall and turned to face her. 

“My business card, it’s got my number on it. Keep it. You don’t have to give me yours, but if you ever wanna talk about anythin’ at all, I’ll make time. An’ if something ever goes wrong for you or your friends here, on the streets or at home, you can let me know.”

Pulling her close, he tipped her chin up to share with her one last fleeting kiss for the night with the thumping beat of the dancefloor reverberating through their bodies.

“I want to help. I got ways to help. Any way I can right now. Whether it’s bringin’ you somewhere you can forget about all this for a moment, or talkin’ to your landlord about any issues. An’ here....”

He took off one of his sterling silver wolfhead cufflinks from his sleeve and offered it to her earnestly, the light in his eyes as steely as the surface of the object. 

“Hold on to this. If you’re ever down in Little Italy or Hell’s Kitchen an’ you get into trouble or need a place to lay low for a bit, just flash this at someone. Tell ‘em you run with wolves. Trust me when I say it’s good currency, my currency down there.” 

@imperatritsax

[mercedeshateaccount]

The Second Meeting

[cane-da-giustizia]

He lightly stiffened in his seat when she leaned in close, surprised at her sudden forwardness as the warm flush rose up his neck once more and there was no stopping the soft, needy little groan muffled into plush, rosebud lips which were exploring his own experimentally. The faint hints of sweet vanilla in her lipstick lingered on even after she had pulled away from him with the odd look of guilt on her face and he blinked at her incredulously in stunned silence. 

Even as his tongue snaked out hungrily across his own lips to take in what remained of her contact, an index was already pressed upon hers to mutely quell the apology as he sat up straight and wordlessly tipped her chin upwards into another kiss There was nothing experimental about this one however as he took his time savoring the taste of her, only breaking away when they had to draw breath and already he knew there was trouble ahead.  This was playing with fire; Here he was in the establishment of a possible enemy, falling right into the hands of one of the women who worked here whose story he barely skimmed the surface of but in this moment, in this room where they were away from the world of her thankless job and his burden of a life he was unwillingly dragged into, none of that mattered.  What did was that she wanted more of him and he wanted more of her, and the secret they were sharing of one another and desires like this after so long a time spent ignoring it felt intoxicating.

“Catherine. That’s a pretty queenly name right there…I like it.”  Joseph tone was low and comforting as he leaned back in the seat once more, pulling her in so she was resting on top of him.  “Wednesday then. Where do I pick you up from? I’ll come around noon, there’s this brilliant Italian place down on fifth avenue, they make a fuckin’ decadent braised rabbit an’ polenta. You’ll love it. We’ll catch a show, hit Mari Vanna’s after for dinner—I heard they have a mean Veal Pelmeni worth tryin’ out. A taste of home for you. After that, the night’s yours to spend as you please.”

He crossed his legs leisurely as he spoke, his touch reassuring as he stroked the curves of her back like she was a much-pampered Turkish Angoran sprawled out upon him; Koshka suddenly seemed like a fitting name for the establishment. 

“We could catch a movie, walk through Central park, I could send you home or you could stay the night at my place….see some questionable art hangin’ in my dining room, sample the best tiramisu this side’a New York an’ if you’re feel like bein’ a bad girl, take a stroll into my bedroom an’ we can talk a little more about all these things y’want me to do to you. ‘Course, I could tell you everything I want to do you in vivid detail, Cathy, but I kinda like lettin’ your imagination run wild; anticipation’s a fun little game ain’t it?”  The devilish, teasing smirk returned to his features as he slowly wiped away what remained of her lipstick at the corner of his mouth with a thumb though the light in his gaze was warm and gentle as he went on, the salaciousness of his wandering thoughts tempered by an even stronger want for her to be secure and comfortable in his presence. 

“I’ll tell you one thing though; I always keep my women satisfied all the ways they want me to, all night long. You wanna take it there, I ain’t stoppin’ until you want me to an’ I promise you, we can stop whenever you want to, no questions asked.” 

@imperatritsax

[mercedeshateaccount]

Lana attempted to start apologizing more, after all, she has kissed him without his permission and that could potentially be a very bad thing - but all her worries were gone when he suddenly pressed his lips against hers, initiating another kiss. The Russian-born dancer could hardly manage to think as they took their time kissing, tasting and soaking it all in. This was bad, and she knew it. If Dmitri found out about this….she didn’t want to think of what would happen. But she hadn’t been on a date in months, and it wouldn’t hurt to go on one now, especially with someone who had shown her more respect within only a week of knowing him than any man had in years.

“There is an apartment complex about a block from here - Lake Pointe. I live in apartment number 52. I will be sure to look as best as I can,” she said, and her eyebrows raised at the mention of the Russian restaurant.

“Mari Vanna’s? I have never been there before, I have only just seen it in passing….” the words seemed to spill out of her mouth, her excitement become more and more obvious with every syllable. Her cheeks gained a rosy tint to them as he spoke, her mind wandering off. Those fingers on her skin, her own hands tangled within his dark hair. The sounds he might make, the notion of him being able to go all night. It sounded like a dream, as most of the men she’d been with never lasted long. But if it was a dream, if this was a dream, she didn’t want to wake up.

“Anticipation is fun, you are right. But you know….you are the first man in a very long time who I have wanted to put this mouth to good use for,” the tip of her tongue sneaked out to the corner of her mouth before chuckling, “but more importantly, you are the first in a long time to give me a choice like this. So….I must thank you, Joseph. It is not often I come across a gentleman like you.”

@cane-da-giustizia

[cane-da-giustizia]

“Am I now? I’ll take that as a compliment darlin’, I bet you got that skill down to fine art with pretty lips like these.”  He reached out to tip her chin up playfully as a thumb brushed the corner of her mouth with a hint of yearning; Already it was hard not to imagine them, as plush and blood red as they were here marking a constellation down his chest, to his stomach and below his navel where the epicenter of the heat he felt for her was. 

“Don’t need to thank me for treatin’ you like a human being, Cathy....s’been a pleasure in more ways than one. ‘Sides, your company is thanks enough.” 

Whipping out his phone, the address was quickly logged away for future perusal as he made a mental note to scout out the area after working hours, find out how safe a neighborhood it was for her.  He had a reputation, notorious as it was for making neighborhoods safer at the expense of the people who formerly ran it. He had no issue taking it up with the crowd that ran her place if necessity called for it. 

“Lake  Pointe.....I’ll be there, that’s a promise. You more of a roses gal or somethin’ else?” 

Joseph’s eyebrows peaked as he took a moment to glance at his wristwatch before rumpling up his shirt which had its buttons undone to his ribs and doing the same with his waistcoat. His mane was shaken out as he dabbed some of her lipstick onto his chest, annoyed by the ruse of sex they had to pull on the owner of the club whom the blonde straddled upon his lap had implicated would have business with her if they didn’t. 

“Time to put on our little charade for your boss yeah?” 

@imperatritsax

[mercedeshateaccount]

The Second Meeting

[cane-da-giustizia]

He lightly stiffened in his seat when she leaned in close, surprised at her sudden forwardness as the warm flush rose up his neck once more and there was no stopping the soft, needy little groan muffled into plush, rosebud lips which were exploring his own experimentally. The faint hints of sweet vanilla in her lipstick lingered on even after she had pulled away from him with the odd look of guilt on her face and he blinked at her incredulously in stunned silence. 

Even as his tongue snaked out hungrily across his own lips to take in what remained of her contact, an index was already pressed upon hers to mutely quell the apology as he sat up straight and wordlessly tipped her chin upwards into another kiss There was nothing experimental about this one however as he took his time savoring the taste of her, only breaking away when they had to draw breath and already he knew there was trouble ahead.  This was playing with fire; Here he was in the establishment of a possible enemy, falling right into the hands of one of the women who worked here whose story he barely skimmed the surface of but in this moment, in this room where they were away from the world of her thankless job and his burden of a life he was unwillingly dragged into, none of that mattered.  What did was that she wanted more of him and he wanted more of her, and the secret they were sharing of one another and desires like this after so long a time spent ignoring it felt intoxicating.

“Catherine. That’s a pretty queenly name right there...I like it.”  Joseph tone was low and comforting as he leaned back in the seat once more, pulling her in so she was resting on top of him.  “Wednesday then. Where do I pick you up from? I’ll come around noon, there’s this brilliant Italian place down on fifth avenue, they make a fuckin’ decadent braised rabbit an’ polenta. You’ll love it. We’ll catch a show, hit Mari Vanna’s after for dinner---I heard they have a mean Veal Pelmeni worth tryin’ out. A taste of home for you. After that, the night’s yours to spend as you please.”

He crossed his legs leisurely as he spoke, his touch reassuring as he stroked the curves of her back like she was a much-pampered Turkish Angoran sprawled out upon him; Koshka suddenly seemed like a fitting name for the establishment. 

“We could catch a movie, walk through Central park, I could send you home or you could stay the night at my place....see some questionable art hangin’ in my dining room, sample the best tiramisu this side’a New York an’ if you’re feel like bein’ a bad girl, take a stroll into my bedroom an’ we can talk a little more about all these things y’want me to do to you. ‘Course, I could tell you everything I want to do you in vivid detail, Cathy, but I kinda like lettin’ your imagination run wild; anticipation’s a fun little game ain’t it?”  The devilish, teasing smirk returned to his features as he slowly wiped away what remained of her lipstick at the corner of his mouth with a thumb though the light in his gaze was warm and gentle as he went on, the salaciousness of his wandering thoughts tempered by an even stronger want for her to be secure and comfortable in his presence. 

“I’ll tell you one thing though; I always keep my women satisfied all the ways they want me to, all night long. You wanna take it there, I ain’t stoppin’ until you want me to an’ I promise you, we can stop whenever you want to, no questions asked.” 

@imperatritsax

[mercedeshateaccount]

The Second Meeting

[cane-da-giustizia]

Joseph managed a deep chuckle at her concern as he sighed wistfully and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger absentmindedly. No small part of him was relieved at the sound of it quavering in her tone; She didn’t pull away, she didn’t voice relief that he was resisting the siren call of temptation. She did want this, perhaps as much as himself. 

“Oh trust me, it’s got nothin’ to do with me not wantin’, hell I ain’t felt wantin’ like this in a long time. An’ from the look in your eyes, I think you ain’t either.”  The ghost of a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth even as his fingers teasingly skimmed over the smooth swell of her ass.  It turned rueful a few seconds later as he gestured around the den of sin in they were cloistered in, stains on the carpet and fading wallpaper and the scent of cheap air freshener attempting to hide the lingering stench of whatever carnality had taken place here over the years. 

“Just feels.....wrong somehow. Ain’t doin’ you no justice, takin’ that step here with you where you’ve been doin’ it night after night with people who ain’t look at you like you’re human, like you’re just a doll an’ this is the workin’ man’s dollhouse y’know?” 

The young don leaned back, not at all bothering to do up the buttons she had undone and amused by the interest she showed regarding the body art boldly woven over his chest and right arm which the rolled up sleeves did little to hide. 

“Nah darlin’, honestly my dick can wait ‘cause my heart wants to get to know you first. An’ that idiot’s tellin’ me yeah, a date, like in those sappy romcoms I keep claimin’ I don’t watch.” 

A fist thumped against his chest for emphasis before his brow was knotted in deep thought and he mutely counted away the days on a hand, trying to remember where they coincided with the Met’s season schedule. 

“They’ve got Swan Lake showin’ next week. You remind me of of her, the swan lady. Odette, they call her. Queen of the Swans, trapped in a curse.” 

A soft snort passed his lips at the idea of him in the role of a hero though in her eyes there was suddenly the burning ember notion that he could be, however small that deed was. At the very least, he wanted to try. 

“Last thing I am is some do-gooding Siegfried, but swans should be free. An’ I ain’t sure what you think about flyin’ away from this place forever, but I can, I want to give you at least day away from all of this. Don’t even have to be ballet, we could just ride to the Brooklyn Bridge, walk through Central Park, go to all the places in New York you ain’t been yet. There’s beauty in this city even its shadows can’t take away, sometimes you find it in the strangest places.” 

He offered her a wink, eyes never leaving her face as he took her hand into both of his own.  “All you gotta do is let me know is when the ol’ Rothbart runnin’ this place lets you off, Lan--” 

There was a pregnant pause as Joseph swallowed the rest of his words and drummed his fingers on the armchair’s rest for a few seconds as he deliberated on making this meeting more personal than when they’d come through the door. 

“What do I call you. y’know, when you’re not playin’ a part? When you’re just you?” 

@imperatritsax

[mercedeshateaccount]

The Second Meeting

[cane-da-giustizia]

His breath was hitched in his throat in a guttural groan as she turned around and leaned forward to rest upon his lap and there was something in the way that her legs were spread around his thighs that made it impossible for several seconds to think of anything else but what she would look like red-faced, gasping and writhing underneath him with blond locks a wild halo upon tangled sheets and back arching as he delved deep inside of her. Even as her hands had found their way to his shoulders, his fingers were already playing with the straps of her outfit, slipping them off hers though he was quick to stop himself once he realised what he was doing as he put them back in place with the deep rumble of a longing sigh.

"Darlin' you're a trip to the confessional an' then some but I'm tellin' you right now; a man could walk barefooted into hell for the look you're givin' me."

He wanted her, that much was easy to admit. Wanted to know more about her, what she liked and what she disliked as much as he did her body given willingly. There was something about wanting her in this place smelling of old leather and cheap perfume on couches which had been sat upon and despoiled by countless men for whom she was just a pretty face or a piece of meat subservient to their whims that felt wrong however, and the young don shook his head at the notion before looping his arms around her waist to draw her comfortably close to him.

"But you'll find the feeling's mutual. Very mutual. Because I wanna know you, the real you away from all this. So what if I told you what I want is to see you outside of your workclothes? I mean, this sexy little number right here done make a man's pulse race like it's in fuckin' Daytona an' all but I bet you got a couple of cute outfits in that closet you wish you could wear more eh?" The baritone of his voice was warm and reassuring even as a flash of lupine protectiveness crossed Joseph's gaze as he traced her bottom lip with a thumb before tilting her chin up lightly as a grin dug dimples into his jowls. He cleared his throat before voicing out one of two things he'd been meaning to ask her since he stepped into the Koskha's front doors tonight, and none had anything to do with what Seth had expected him to deduce from his rendezvous with her.

"You ever been to the Metropolitan Opera?"

@imperatritsax

[mercedeshateaccount]

The Second Meeting

[cane-da-giustizia]

"Relationship." Joseph affirmed, clearing his throat  as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand while studying the woman before him and carefully committing the picture of every curve of her body to memory. There had been a few who came into his life though they rarely left the tangible sort of impression she did. Perhaps it was the nature of her work that made it all seem more visceral, or the notion that she could be free in his presence, away from a world which demanded a mask and a smile from her while it robbed her of her dignity. The same he sought to give back however minute with their clandestine meetings.

"After my divorce, I've had nights with a few ladies in my line of work. Some of 'em want a little somethin' extra to sweeten the deal on a project or a loan, I do what it takes to get it cleared. Nothin' personal, just business. Ain't just the men who want their share of flesh for a dime in this city."

As she fell into her steps, Joseph went silent. To disrupt her dance seemed like blasphemy to him, especially with how much she was giving herself into the music and the sultry heat in her gaze made a flush rise up in his neck as his grip on the armrests of the chair tightened when she coyly got onto her knees to suggestively spread his. His throat went dry as her proximity to him became dangerously close, that picturesque ass taunting him to take the next step though his hands found their way to her waist instead of her bottom. She had allowed him to touch her, but there were some liberties he wouldn't cross. Not yet.

"An' if I said I did?" His baritone had lowered into a husky growl as his touch slid down to her shapely hips gyrating with the beat even as the wolf within awakened by the dance of this temptress rumbled with a latent hunger for something more primal than the hunt which it had been denied from for so long. He hadn't felt his pulse race like this in an eternity, hadn't felt the fire broiling away in his core, hadn't felt desire as he did now even as the better part of his judgment was ringing warning bells that this wasn't the best idea, but the rest of him wasn't listening. She was teasing him, it was all in the performance, it was what this establishment was built on but how much of it was what that fifty could buy and how much of it was of her own volition?

"What are you gonna do about it darlin'?"

@imperatritsax

[cane-da-giustizia]

Gym Daze [Roman & Brie]

[cane-da-giustizia]

The floor shook after a bark of surprise sent the behemoth of a man crumpling to the ground in a heap as shrieking giggles followed and Joelle rolled off her father's back to sit splay-legged on the floor. Roman followed suit, rolling over on his back once more as he propped himself up on his elbows and looked around in bewilderment before finally spotting perpetrator, a face he hadn't seen all to often backstage these days which made the entire thing even queerer. The Bellas has been a mainstay of the show since he could remember and while Nikki had recently decided on an in-ring return, there was no denying tha Brie's absence was felt.

"She got you good daddy!" Joelle chimed with a devilish little smirk as she eagerly held up her hand for a high-five from the woman and Roman stared at both of them dumbfoundedly before making the connection.

"Awww c'mahhnnn! you ladies gonna gang up on a man like that, give him a warning ay?" Roman threw up his hands in mock exasperation even as he couldn't help a deep, brassy laugh of his own as he finally picked himself up from the ground and pushed his hair from where it had been mopped all over his face from the fall and made him resemble a stringy sheepdog.

"An' hey, in my defense I asked her! She wanna stay with her grotty old man while he's doin' power crunches to hell an' back, that ain't on me! Can I live?"

The sprightly little girl paid no heed to her father's lamentations however as she hopped on her toes and gazed up at the statuesque woman before her adoringly. Being born into a wrestling dynasty, she’d been savvy to the industry since she was old enough to figure out what her father did for a living and considered every talent backstage to be extended family which admittedly was how most Anoa’is saw ‘family’ given her father’s dragging of his Shieldmates to every Aiga gathering. 

"Aunty Brie Aunty Brie! Where's Uncle DannyGoat? Are you having a girl's day out? Daddy says all girls need one of those." Joelle breathlessly went on, the last part coming out as a serious bit of information and she nodded sagely at her father before her eyes lit up in glee at the thought of their plans for the rest of the day.

"We're going to see a movie afterwards! It’s called Kubo and the Two Strings, Uncle ‘Saro said it’s really really good. And then we’re gonna have ice cream for dinner!"

It was only seconds later did she realize her revelation and tiny hands frantically clamped over a perfectly O-shaped mouth as though the act could take back the words that had spilled out of it.  

"Babydoll, that was suppose to be our little secret." Roman placed his hands on his knees with a smirk as he poked his daughter in the nose reproachfully.

"Now momma's gonna know and she's gonna fly down here and put me in the time-out corner and you're gonna have broccoli six days outta seven."

"Daddy, she won't tell! You won't tell my mom right?" Wide-eyed with sudden panic, the little girl turned to face Brie with her hands clenched under her chin, waiting with bated breath for the diva’s judgement even as Roman behind her mutely gestured for Brie to go along with it. 

@the-brie-bella

[mercedeshateaccount]

The Second Meeting

[cane-da-giustizia]

"You ain't been out much, huh. New York's a city of opportunity, some guys gonna grab it without the chains of an employer holdin' 'em back." He leaned in with a wink, gesturing for her to have a seat on the chair's arm rest. The question about his relationship status however, caught him completely off-guard as he blinked at her in befuddlement before shaking his head empathetically. There was no recalling the last time he had been in the company of a woman outside of his former marriage and his work; It seemed like an eternity and for the first time he found himself missing the company of a fairer half.

"Nah darlin'. Got me an ex, but that was years back. Ain't been with a dame since, though that's on my work more than anythin' else."

A nonchalant shrug of the shoulders followed as he slipped his Iphone out from his pants pocket and went through the Itunes app with a small frown of concentration, the list before him dominated with Andrea Bocelli and Israel Kamakawiwo'ole as well as a few offerings of Disney which he quickly skimmed through. 

"Mmmhh...ain't much of a Rihanna man, but I definitely got the queen somewh---ah, there we go! Lemonade, her latest album. Just take your time pickin' out a tune to stretch those pretty legs to."

Features lighting up in glee as he finally located the album, he handed the phone to Lana for her perusal and watched her with a growing fondness that slowly spiraled into the depths of a nagging thought on his end, the same which she had voiced out on his behalf earlier.

"How about you? You got a special someone on the side? Or the nature of the job make that kinda messy?"

@imperatritsax

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

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