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deliriouslyjace:
“You’re seriously such an asshole.” He should have known something like that would have happened. Jason was a good liar – don’t get him wrong – but he couldn’t always use his talents. Not when it came to Dante. He had half a mind to snatch the paper from Dante, but he knew better. He had to be careful. And now that the cat was out of the bag when it came to his father, he had to wonder if Dante was scared. With his father in the running for Chief Justice, it meant things were going to get a lot harder for the Anserini. His father would have all the power at his hands and unlike some – you couldn’t pay him off. At least Jason was hoping that wasn’t the case. “He hasn’t written me off.” Jason couldn’t let himself believe that. His father loved him. Maybe he was just doing this so he had a better way of finding his son. “Why don’t you just fuck off?”
The blatant obvious was spoken - and not a twinge of expression scattered the brunette’s visage. Was he fuming out of his ears? Certainly. Judge Keller was about to stir the entirety of the pot when it came to the Anserini and, judging by the vacant gloss-over on Dante’s face, he was livid. There wasn’t quite a word that could pinpoint the exact inferiority he felt - but he did know, if he showed even the smallest bit of what he was experiencing - all hell would break loose. “We don’t always get our greatest desires, do we?” Through teeth that grated against one another like a fork along a Teflon pan, the brunette’s amber gaze drifted toward a set of multicolored hues. His dick wasn’t sucked nightly like he could’ve preferred, and though he had the possibility of requesting it - it wasn’t exactly his desire per se. It would be quite a shock to even see Jace get to that point - however, it would be held in store for him at a later date. “He’s never going find you here. Did you honestly think you’d get away from my grasp? I’m all about holding onto hope but -,” Pragonis paused for a long breath, “you’re living by the seams of a delusion.”
There wasn’t often a lack of extravagance at the clubhouse, each surface polished for the pleasure of its prestigious inhabitants. Inadvertently, it made everything luxurious for its unintended, loosely-termed “guests” such as Alex as well, but he could appreciate it all the same. And hate it with equal measure. Still, there was something special about the atmosphere when instead of stiff music playing lightly as little more than background noise, one could hear it instead coming from deft fingers playing a live instrument. Alex’s music brought a special sound to the place when he played, but for none more than himself. As his right hand played, the tendons in his hand and armed moved and the scarred flesh he bore was as notable as ever, but sleeves pushed up out of the way, he could care less.
Just as he was about to smoothly transition into another piece, the sight of a figure much closer than would be a passerby encroached on his peripheral. He glanced up, and raised an eyebrow. “Well?“ He paused and let the music fade, the haunting echo of his last key lingering from the acoustics of the room. “Did you have a request, or are you simply an admirer?”
It was quite perplexing that the inhabitants of the clubhouse had gotten an attitude as sordid and flooded with unpleastantries. For the gang, Dante had foreseen such behaviors - they were more often prolific among them due to the social standings. Despite that, the monstrosities were additionally to be expected by the properties that roamed the wealthy, illustrious halls of the opulent fortress. That, however, was not to be confused with a demeanor of utmost superciliousness; he could hardly swallow before speaking to the chiming vocal chords that dare make an utterance in his presence. That alone was not the initial desire to confront the atrocity -having may been deemed some sort of tune - throughout the vicinity. Amber orbs, vacant of dubious expression, shot directly towards the tongue that addressed, “I was more concerned about my ears bleeding than the so-called orotund racket you’ve decided to play for all of us. I’d adhere some more respect considering you’re living under a lush roof of money and hierarchy - not knowing where you stand is perilous water.” Things wouldn’t get violent until absolutely necessary. Dante knew many of the properties preferred such indecencies and turning someone else on was not his inclination. Perhaps putting an end to the resonance would extinguish the oncoming pounding in his head - moreover, it may have been from Jace that it had initiated.
deliriouslyjace:
“I’d rather choke on a chainsaw.” He would never miss a man who tortured and tormented him. How could he? Jason wasn’t that far gone. He knew this man was dangerous. There would never be any form of attachment. They may get along — sometimes — but that was basically so Jason could catch a break every once in a while. “Had nothing to do with my horoscope, you wanker.” Jason actually moved from his chair, deciding he’d rather take the chance of snatching the crumbled up paper back before Dante got his hands on it. “Just nonsense about America.” A lie. But it sounded like a pretty good one. “How tension is heating up. So on, so forth. Boring information.” He had the page in his hand now, debating on rather or not he should toss it out. “I imagine yours is probably just as accurate, though.” He took the chance, tossing the crumbled up paper into the waste bin. “Irrelevant news now.”
So touchy. Dante hardly thought he’d struck a nerve until the responses came flooding like a damn tsunami. He may not be as insightful as some might think, but Jace wasn’t riled up that easily. Certainly there was something more than boring information that had set him off - but what? The brunette shook his head, approached the blonde, and sidestepped so his own physical body stood between Jace and the trash bin. In a single swipe, he stole up the crumpled paper, smoothing it out, his hand twitching to jump into action if Jace made an attempt to stop his skimming. The front page glistened with news - perhaps this time it wasn’t a total load of shit. Fuck. Pragonis mouthed the word, but sound did not come out. He knew Jace’s father was trying to pull some shit and destroy more of the gang, but continuing through with the campaign, despite his son’s kidnapping, was pretty fucking bold. “Seems your father’s already written you off.” He had to remain calm - completely collected. Any sign of discomfort would elude that something was off, and Dante wasn’t about to confess his frustrations to his property. “Is that why you’re so on edge?” Yes, it was. But he liked to told he was right - he wanted to hear it spoken aloud.
@dantes-inferno
– ♔ Making herself home in someone else’s room isn’t something Claire does often but when it comes to her siblings? Perhaps more than one should, yes. Dante more than anyone else, if only because she wants to get a reaction out of him; if it ever works. “You know,” It comes nonchalantly as heavy footsteps finally make their way into his bedroom; figuring if it had been KELLER there would have been some snotty remark by now. “You should probably get a lock on your door.” Would it make a difference, probably not.
I’m surprised the sheets aren’t saturated in cum. Dante raised an eyebrow at his sister, glancing at the ebony cover draping his mattress. Luckily he’d actually changed them and not forced Jace to lay in it for days on end. “There is a lock,” the brunette turned the deadbolt from the opposite side, allowing it to slide out into view for his sister to see, “I seldom use it. I’m hoping Jace’ll try to make a run for it again and we can play some more sadistic games.” Too much information? You betcha. Claire was used to the lack of filter on her brother’s tongue - or so he hoped. “What do you want?” Folding his arms across his chest, her older brother allowed himself to stand merely in the threshold, despite the room being his own, he didn’t want to get too comfortable quite yet.
dantes-inferno:
Pragonis would never tell the woman that she excelled at her work, nor that she was a quick learner. Praise and compliments were not a facet that was dished out to those that worked for him or his family. Notorious for liking to clean his own messes, Samira was only there for the bigger ones. The ones that took far too long for a single person to clean. His most ludicrous actions were the few times he admitted to needing support in disposing of the deed. The brunette would come with ideas of discarding, what chemicals to use in cleaning, and a method that was rapid. Dante was methodical in his approach to cleaning up his own works of mastery, but those exercises remained hidden away from the rest of the Anserini. People made their opinions, their deductions of his works - scrutiny that never to affected him - they would love to know his approach, but all they knew was what the media knew. All victims having a most horrendous death were branded shortly after their murder with the mark of, as the news called it, “The Devil.”
The television on at night had only become a burden when he preferred the quiet - which was admittedly quite frequently as of late. Jace talked enough as is, he didn’t need a slew of other people to do it as well. However, cutting the blonde off from the flashing screen would just be another headache to Pragonis, which was why he didn’t actively play games about turning it off. Perhaps it was some sort of comfort toward Jace to have the voices of others while he tried to sleep. Dante was fairly certain that the blonde almost never did. Perhaps it was in floods of a few hours, but never substantial rest all at once like he had. Despite that, Jace stayed where he was supposed to be through the night. From what information he had gathered, Dante realized that most of the Anserini didn’t care much having their property sleeping with them. For him, he preferred it. In fact, there was a barrier that crumbled victoriously when people slept, and he had seen that fall around the blonde’s body within the darkest hours of the eve. “Drowns him out when he speaks,” Dante remarked, though it was more or less a touch of a lie. “I figured you’d be teaching him your ways. Either that or using his body. Not often you open yourself up to someone.”
Bishop’s connections had become her own, though it hadn’t been the easiest of means to keep most of his roster for her own. While Samira had all but been raised with the Anserini she wasn’t raised in the club house, many of the faces were familiar at first but not necessarily known. She took it upon herself to know the Pragonis and Calvery children, even if she didn’t spend a terrible amount of time around them. Perhaps it was why she appreciated Dante more than any of the others: he preferred to keep to himself, only popped around whenever he saw fit and disappeared just as quickly. His business was not hers unless it was late at night and he required assistance, and her business was nobody’s — it worked out just fine. Still, there were few times she had come to his aid and carted off sawed-down pieces in thick, black garbage bags to dump off somewhere she knew was secure. Chief among them was an older brass mill (still in operation) with a surly (but surprisingly gentle in nature) older man that had always opened the door for Bishop whenever it was needed. All Samira need to was give a call to turn the mill’s furnace up and her problems were solved. Her chemical connections were similar — code words and short conversations from burner phones to keep her tracks covered. It was a lonely life to live but it elated her to know there was a seat of power in the work. Within the kitchen, presently, were two being who intimately knew the human anatomy …. and it wasn’t because of the public education system.
Though her reverie of work-thoughts split upon the imagined image of Jace with his television on in the dead of night. If empathy were her game (and it wasn’t), Samira could imagine why these captives would prefer to hear a voice or see a presence other than those they were forced to interact with on a daily basis. She hadn’t much run into Dante’s captive, but she’d heard of the trouble he seemed to cause whenever the opportunity presented himself. Most recently she heard of a burn inflicted onto him and it had only crinkled her nose for the horrid smell of live burnt flesh. Right up there with the grinding scent of bone, it was one of the things she’d never quite get used to but trucked on through anyway. “He does talk a lot. I imagine you’ve become better at ignoring people, or you’re thinking of removing something to cease it when it becomes unbearable.” Samira paused at the remark of Reid, then merely rolled her shoulders. “He was a detective for Brookswood — clean, unlike your brother. And a Navy SEAL before that. I doubt he’d be open to learning how to dismember the evidence of murder. Besides, he’s fresh into the house. He’s got to get all of the emotion of being here out — at least one stupid attempt at my life or to flee, before he really gives up. Then he’ll be open to formation.” And then the stern shake of her head, “But I have no inclination of sexually using him. Or taking pieces off, unless he provokes it. I didn’t capture him to have someone to sleep with. I captured him because he was a direct threat to the gang and your family.” She never understood the fascination that some bore with capturing and sexually abusing their marks. Any sexual endeavors Samira had over the years were kept private, like most of her life. For all the club knew as a whole, she was virginal in status.
dantes-inferno:
There was probable debate among the Anserini about sexuality – perhaps because of the mainstream social ladder that the gang was attempting to appeal to. Dante didn’t take after Alex in any sense, but he did find a higher liking to men than women. Intelligence came in both forms, but he tended to find it most attractive in men. Apparently bashing William was far from the list of acceptable – but Jace didn’t understand. There was a resentment that – frankly – wasn’t hidden at all when it came to the man that’d locked Dante Pragonis up. And while he only spent a few nights behind the perilous bars of a life sentence, it didn’t ebb the realization that Judge Keller was a real dick, and any beef the brunette could get on the man would give him all the more reason to hate him. “Every father’s definition of a ‘man’ is different.” Pragonis’ was definitely nowhere in the ballpark of Kellers’. The heads of the households had more power than they probably needed, but the way they raised their sons was to want, desire, and strive towards absolutely opposite things. Neither way was wrong, per se, but perhaps Dante was given one hell of a strange childhood.
“Given the circumstances of everything you’ve already went through, can you expect anything less?” In some ways the brunette was being genuine, but his words had a twinge of sarcasm. Jace should’ve expected worse. At the very least, Dante was already going out of his way for the blonde, what else could he want? What a stupid question, Keller was always being bothersome. Approaching and pulling at the leg of his own jeans on Jace, a tsk dropped from Dante’s tongue, “We need to go shopping. You look like shit in all of this.” Spoiling Jace probably wouldn’t look good, but it wasn’t like the Anserini was watching his bank transactions either. Shit, he dropped twenty thousand on a beater. Dante loomed over Jace, his hand gripping the blonde’s jaw, “A casual ‘thank you’ might come in handy every now and then. Let’s go.”
“You’re right. It is. But that doesn’t mean it’s always the right definition of what a man is and what a man isn’t.” He knew his life would have been different if his father hadn’t been raised the way he had been. Canada seemed very open about the people that lived here. England had been too. But in those cases, it would always be nature vs. nurture and Jason had grown up a certain way, just like his father. It didn’t mean it was the wrong way. Nor did it mean it was the right way. It was just… a way. “Can’t imagine growing up a Pragonis, though. I was spoiled as a child. I can’t imagine you weren’t, either.” His father had all the power in the world – and then some. Same with the other family, though Jason knew very little about them. He just knew they were the second founding family who apparently held the same power as Dante’s family. “Given everything you’ve ever wanted. You were in a crime family.” He couldn’t quite comprehend why someone would want that life.
“You seem full of surprises.” He can’t imagine anything is worse than the branding, though. As far as Jason is concerned, that’s side stepped anything Dante could possibly do to him in the future. “These are your clothes and you’re saying I look like shit? I can’t imagine what you look like in them.” They were too big, but at least the shirt fit — sorta. “You taking me shopping, though. How exactly do you plan on doing that?” Did the Anserini own a secret store? Did they have people that worked for them that would get Jason’s sizes and go shopping for him? He had a lot of questions when it came to that comment. But knowing Dante? He’d never give him a clear answer. “Gee, thanks, mister.” Sarcasm. He was good at it. He finally stood up, falling into step with Dante.
dantes-inferno:
An abrupt pause streaked through Dante’s features, his eyes boring a hole into Jason’s peripheral. “Who?” He wanted names and he wanted them N O W. The people in the clubhouse were gonna have to exhibit some respect or they’d see their own head rolling away from their bodies. Dante didn’t live for mercy, and when what was his was touched and tainted by the filth of other people, he got - what an extremest might call - possessive. Jason was wholeheartedly his. There was no plausible argument against that. A strong hatred to be undermined by the people that followed the same structures as himself was blood boiling. Had someone sexually advanced Jace? They’d be fucking dead if the answer was yes. Would he even get the answers out? - Perhaps not, but he’d find solutions to milk the truth from the blonde. “No,” the continuing answer was short and sweet. The ‘daddy’ kink actually didn’t do much for him. If his father ever wanted to tag-team with him though, that’d be the real daddy in their encounter. As for finding other partners to base him time on, Dante didn’t kidnap Jace solely to torture. He was monogamous - mostly. Sharing himself with someone else then coming back to Jace at night was strangely wrong. But he couldn’t focus on that. There was something he wasn’t being told. Some lies in the system that needed to be unveiled. The brunette’s hand clamped around his property’s throat, eyes slightly darker than usual, “Who the fuck touched you?”
And there it was again. That spark of possessive nature. For the longest time, Jason believed he was just imagining it. But the look in Dante’s eyes told an entirely new story. Still. Was it because he had been touched – or because his kidnapper assumed something else had happened in the process? “No?” He didn’t quite understand which comment that was made for, but Dante seemed more invested in getting to the bottom of things that Jason didn’t have time to dwell on it. “Does that really matter?” The issue is the gang would always assume they could touch him, regardless of who kidnapped him. “Your gang is quick to try to insert their dominance on anyone and everyone. Most of them know you own me.” It was the first time he had said the word and honestly, it felt awkward. It was almost as if he had given into the insane delusion that Dante put on him. Ownership. That he was… property. He made a face, deciding he’d rather avoid saying that word again in the future. “And yet, they’re still willing to lay their hands on people they never kidnapped in the first place. They don’t respect you, Dante. Even if I tell you who it is, I doubt they will ever respect you.” Maybe trying to cause a rift in the gang was a bad idea, but it could work in his favor if Dante actually believed him. It could make him act out and take out one of his own. He swallowed, thankful he could still breathe with Dante’s hand around his throat.
deliriouslyjace:
“Yeah, fuck you.” The last person he wanted to see was Dante. He half expected the man to be somewhere outside in the real world leaving him alone. But no. Jason had only got a temporary break. Now look at him. Dante was back. And by the looks of it, he was catching up on missed time. He was, however, thankful the other hadn’t picked up that paper. The moment he gave it the look over, he’d realize what had pissed Jason off and he’d rather not have to deal with that. His father becoming Chief Justice meant a lot of potential problems for the gang. His father was going to not only be in charge of the Federal Court System, but he’d have a position in the Supreme Court, too. He had been tossing criminals away his whole life. Now Jason would like to see them stop him. Only death would do it and he didn’t want to see his father dead. Multicolored iris’ locked with brown eyes, his head narrowing at his comment. “Of course I’m homesick. I miss my life. And best of all. I miss not having to deal with you for hours at a time.”
“Oh, I’d bet you’d miss me.” Smirking coyly, Dante glanced back at the waste basket, his thumb tracing the blonde’s lower lip. “I hope you’re not vexed by your horoscope being painfully accurate,” he jabbed, making reference to the strewn paper that had ricocheted to the other side of the room and missed the trashcan. Dante enjoyed prodding at Jace’s thoughts, waiting to see how he’d react to certain stimuli and how he handled specific situations. It was all about the image - the brunette was certain this was an attribute his property had picked up from his father, but that was to be expected. Seeing exasperation made the curiosity swell in him as well. Little did he know about the secrets that scrawled across the printed pages on the ground. The pieces of falsities that weren’t straying from the truth at all, really. Everything was about to change for the Pragonis family, and he was about to be fucked by the man that had already thrown him behind bars once before.
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“I’d like to be remembered as being good. And not harming people. At the same time I want to be remembered for doing something important that affected people for positive change.”
The fact he had managed to steal the newspaper from someone said a lot. Half the time he couldn’t steal a tissue, much less paper. He got to watch television – sure – but half the time, Dante kept him away from the news channels. This time around, there was nothing stopping him. The headline news was always the same. Someone getting murdered. The Anserini name being involved. Then, right there on page 2, was the name William Keller. He was in the lead for Chief Justice still. In a matter of days, his father would be Chief Justice and everything else was going to end up crashing down around him. The blond found himself crumbling up the paper, the anger slowly starting to sink in. His father was still running his campaign, even though he was missing. For Jason, it kind of felt like a slap in the face. Or perhaps he was his father’s campaign. What a better way to gain votes than using your missing son as the reason you were fighting? Jason launched the balled up piece of paper at the trash can, groaning as it bounced off and landed on the floor. “Bloody thing.”
“Is that what you want as your nickname?” Suitable - to say the least. There was usually some location in which Jace was bleeding from when they were around each other. Though, as of late, Dante had been pretty busy. He hadn’t seen Jace around in a few days - aside from their required nights together - and he’d been too exhausted to interact much aside from simply sleeping. “You’re more of a kitten, since you like to claw.” The brunette raised an eyebrow and scoured the balled up section of falsities near the waste bin. Caring for the news and what was going on around them was so far from one of his pastimes, Dante didn’t even bother to Google himself anymore. Everything was falsely advertised and promoted as the worst thing imaginable through journalism. Whatever Jace saw, Pragonis didn’t care. Whether it affected him or not, he wasn’t about to scrutinized a pesky newspaper that had only a portion of their facts correct. Sauntering towards the table, sitting on top of it and placing a finger beneath Jace’s chin - a condescending glare cascaded Dante’s dark features, “Homesick, yet?”
dantes-inferno:
Probably not. Anyone that looked like a child in the house was open bait for the child molesters that prowled the property. They had to exist - Dante was a pretty sick individual, it was a shock he didn’t have a preference quite that malicious and atrocious under his belt. His reputation preceded him, and while that was a wonder to know, Dante also hated the fact that Alastair knew him at all. “Oh? And what else do they say about me over in your unknown country?” Killing the boy would be quick and easy. Consideration - in fact - took longer than the actual act. Amber irises filled with a darkness for a moment as he honed in on the teen, waiting for the right moment to pounce.
“Probably nothing you haven’t heard before.” Truthfully, most people in Ireland didn’t know a damn thing about the Anserini. It wasn’t until he got to Canada and his father wished to expand that he really learned about the other gangs here. The turf wars made the gangs lose people on both sides. It was one of the reasons they tried to make the deal work. If Alastair’s dad hadn’t been so damn power hungry, they probably would have still been involved in this deal. But as it was, Alastair was now being forced to pay for a mistake he had nothing to do with. Sure. He could have told someone, but betrayal on his own side was something he’d never do. Especially not when it came to his own family. “It’s mostly people here that speak. The news papers. The media. Cad é a bhfuil tú, agus comhlachtaí marbh, maité?“
Every time he left Claire’s room he was immediately reminded why he spent most of his time there in the first place. In less than one hour he’d seen three separate couples fucking in the hallway, two fistfights, and five weeping teenagers. So now he stuck to the corner he’d gravitated towards, out of sight for the most part, blatantly judging the room’s inhabitants. Only even that is too much social interaction for Marion’s disaster of a brain, so he turns to leave, only to meet the gaze of the person who apparently stood a little ways a way- and Marion hopes they just walked up, because he’s pretty sure he’d been mumbling grumpily under his breath for a while now. “You got a problem?” he asks stiffly, defensively.
“Yeah, it’s blonde and doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up. I’m sure you’ve met him.” Just as Dante was infamous, Jace was probably making his mark on the rest of the house. Running people out, and hopefully forcing them into dangerous situations of irritability. Maybe Pragonis would wake up to the news of a drowning or something. He’d bet that’d weight heavy on his property. “And what’s yours, might I ask?” Dante didn’t care - shit he never would. Retrieving an answer meant nothing to him, but staying locked up consistently was also keeping his bloodthirsty needs from being met. That was why he had decided to venture out. Not because he planned to go into town and relieve the itch, but because he intended to kill someone on the clubhouse property. Someone a bit more... controversial.
deliriouslyjace:
“If that were true, your gang would be more likely to keep their hands to themselves.” He’s gotten into multiple fist fights with people. And there are still some individuals who find it necessary to boss him around, even though Jason technically belongs to someone else. “But no. Most of them seem to lack common sense. They’re overly touchy – and not in the good way.” The television hadn’t been turned off, but it was hard to focus on it when Dante’s teeth were scraping along his neck, leaving marks in the process. "So you’re into daddy kink?” Isn’t that what happened when the younger ones chased the older ones? The idea of Dante calling anyone daddy nearly made him laugh, but he kept it from happening. “There’s a few old people in this house. If that is your thing, you should go find them.” His head tilted upward, displaying more skin for Dante to latch onto. “I’m still ignoring you, for the record.”
An abrupt pause streaked through Dante’s features, his eyes boring a hole into Jason’s peripheral. “Who?” He wanted names and he wanted them N O W. The people in the clubhouse were gonna have to exhibit some respect or they’d see their own head rolling away from their bodies. Dante didn’t live for mercy, and when what was his was touched and tainted by the filth of other people, he got - what an extremest might call - possessive. Jason was wholeheartedly his. There was no plausible argument against that. A strong hatred to be undermined by the people that followed the same structures as himself was blood boiling. Had someone sexually advanced Jace? They’d be fucking dead if the answer was yes. Would he even get the answers out? - Perhaps not, but he’d find solutions to milk the truth from the blonde. “No,” the continuing answer was short and sweet. The ‘daddy’ kink actually didn’t do much for him. If his father ever wanted to tag-team with him though, that’d be the real daddy in their encounter. As for finding other partners to base him time on, Dante didn’t kidnap Jace solely to torture. He was monogamous - mostly. Sharing himself with someone else then coming back to Jace at night was strangely wrong. But he couldn’t focus on that. There was something he wasn’t being told. Some lies in the system that needed to be unveiled. The brunette’s hand clamped around his property’s throat, eyes slightly darker than usual, “Who the fuck touched you?”
deliriouslyjace:
“Now I know you’re just bullshitting me.” He didn’t actually know that, but it felt that way – that was for sure. Dante was being surprisingly… calm. It was almost scary. Usually he had to worry about a fist at his face, but it was nice. Different than what he was used to – especially when it involved the older male – but nice, nonetheless. Jason’s eyes were still on the television, minor excitement on his features at the movie on the screen. He had always been a Transformer fan. And honestly, seeing the movie on television almost made him feel normal. Almost as if he weren’t trapped. When the television went off right at the good part, Jason glared. “I thought you liked when people ignored you? And you want me to tell them some crazy, bullshit stories? You should have told me sooner. I have a lot I could be telling.” He leaned in towards Dante, almost as if he were going to kiss him – but instead – grabbed the remote control, flicking the television back on. “Bother me when Transformers isn’t on.”
The brunette raised his dark eyebrows, unavailable for transparency. Jace was right - Dante was a fade-into-the-background kind of guy. He didn’t like attention drawn to him, despite the news coverage of his work. In some ways, he didn't even like being deemed a serial killer. It felt kind of wrong - like he’d been shoved in the same loop as Dahmer that raped young boys; Pragonis would never stoop to that level - yet they were beneath the same umbrella? Dragging a hand down his face, exasperated, Dante glanced over at the blonde, “The clubhouse is at your command.” More or less. Belonging to one of the heads of the house was probably the greatest perk Jace had. Though that was debatable by the standards of Dante’s punishments, the blonde did live quite the lush life all things considered. Some of the poorer individuals under the same roof weren’t so generous with their properties. Adjusting and sitting up, the brunette craned his neck over, placing vicious bites along Jace’s collarbone, “This is why I usually advance on the ones older than me. You’ve still got the imagination of a child.” Purple splotches splattered the white canvas beneath his lips as he continued. “You can’t ignore me forever.”
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STRUCTURED jaw easily shifts as she offers a exuberant smile. “ i’ll be sure and contact cooperate. pitch our idea. and only accept the highest opportunity of profit. ” jennifer muses smoothly, though knows his remark isn’t that far-fetched. “ and great ones at that. how about a game of blackjack? or a round of drinks. but if not… your pastimes are a great alternative. ” though jennifer can’t see herself fucking a pragoni. it seemed to messy for her liking. they were her superiors afterall.
For Dante, life wasn’t about money. He seldom meddled with it and usually only used if for malicious behavior. That wasn’t a trait of his he’d become fond of over the years. In fact, he preferred to believe that he didn’t need it to thrive - though that was a different story. One with sociological appeals. Cracking open a cupboard and pulling out a tumbler for himself only, Dante poured a mixture of two drinks into the glass, slurping them down in one gulp. “Fucking has become more of a fine art,” though, for him, it always was. Most of the gang knew his liking's, but some were still clouded by the wrath of his father and family name. Furthermore, he was a desirable person to be with - mainly because of his source of power. But the greed from others to get to know the real Pragonis was wearing on him. They'd never fathom the monster beneath the garb. “I’d say let’s go out on the town and find some unworthy bystanders.”