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Dante Parker

the selfish ADA

Age; 40 Hometown; Atlanta, Georgia Neighborhood; Glenn Estates Occupation; Assistant District Attorney Sexuality; Heterosexual

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sullyriley

@ddcnte

Location: Enterprise Board Room

He hadn't been waiting for Dante. He had come there to meet with his to go over the plan of action for the most recent town catastrophe. The gala and the bike festival had been a big enough display, one that he hadn't agreed to, but they could have easily been pinned on the rival gangs. This one, however, is the acting police chief, and a former Enterprise member? It was sloppy in his opinion. So, when he saw Dante enter the room, he couldn't help but speak up. "Sloppy work. I'd have expected better from someone that sits three feet away from me during meetings." Sullivan sighed, before closing his laptop to look up at the man. "Finnegan's daughter was pronounced dead yesterday afternoon, and from what I hear the sister of the detective is hell-bent on finding a head for her stake. What if someone saw you?"

ddcnte

Arriving early for the meeting was intentional. Dante figured his work would be spoken on, making the meeting much longer than usual. However, he had actual work to do, and a few cases were essential to Giancarlo. Rounding the corner into the room, Dante almost stopped himself from turning around. He didn't. Instead, the man rolled his eyes, offering a fake smile toward the Riley son - taking his usual seat across from him. "You know you Riley boys should coordinate better with your little speeches. Lincoln already gave me an ear full - and I don't need another 'life lesson.'" Dante placed his laptop on the cherry-oak surface, opening it. "Giancarlo understands collateral damage. I disagree that it's my fault Kate walked in front of the bullet at the last second." Dante leaned back in his seat while waiting for his screen to load. "And if you're talking about Sawyer Decker, she's harmless."

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lincoln-riley

“Sure, sure– call it what you want,” Lincoln supplied, nodding like he was going along with Dante’s reasoning, but the doubtful expression on his face said otherwise. It wasn’t like Lincoln couldn’t understand it– who’d show their face after putting another board member’s daughter in the intensive care unit with a bullet hole in her back? Blowing out a long, strained sigh, Link folded his arms across his chest and shook his head. What a clusterfuck. They had soldiers to do shit like this– where had they been? Why risk the life and reputation of a board member? So many questions ran through the younger Riley’s mind and none of the conclusions he was arriving at made sense, quite frankly– which was half of why he’d invited himself into Dante’s office. The other half just simply wanted to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth. Collateral damage. He understood that it happened sometimes, but that didn’t excuse it. It wasn’t some blanket statement– it was the prelude to the shitshow that could unravel the Enterprise from the inside out if Kate McNulty didn’t survive. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Link knocked his head in another shake, “You better pray to whatever shit god you believe in that that girl makes it,” he mused aloud. It wasn’t meant to sound like a threat– not from him– but more just a fact. If Kate didn’t survive, he couldn’t imagine this ending well for his fellow board member. “Killing a board member’s baby girl doesn’t really spell promotion.”

ddcnte

Dante couldn't help but laugh at Lincoln's words. "I needed that laugh," he thanked. Whatever shit God? Dante didn't believe in gods, angels, devils, or any supernatural entity. They were fairytales, stories told to control the masses and rage unnecessary wars. That was his opinion, anyway. "What makes you think I'm in this for a promotion? I'm comfortable where I am. I worked hard to get to where I am. This little slip-up isn't something Giancarlo will look at and deem irreparable. He understands collateral damage. Why do you think no one got in trouble for the four people dying at the festival when the plan called for one?" Then again, the timing of the bomb detonating came later than planned. Dante shrugged, closing his case file.

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filmtribv

“You’re mistaking this for a conversation.” SLOW HORSES 1.02

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sonderpoison

CHARLES MICHAEL DAVIS in What’s Love Got to Do with it MV

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continuation from here @lincoln-riley

"It's not hiding out if you have an actual job to do," Dante reminded Link. Being the Assistant District Attorney meant having a shit ton of cases to sort through - cases to get plea bargains on if applicable. Said cases also needed to be filtered through in the interest of the Enterprise in case a defendant was useful to the organization. At the man's next question a sigh was released. Dropping his glasses onto the desk, Dante leaned back against his seat, fingers lacing in his lap. "Collateral damage is what happened. An unintentional one at that."

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@lincoln-riley location: dante’s office in tonopah municipal building

Since the New Year’s Eve catastrophe Dante hid in his office - both in his home and at the Tonopah Municipal Building. Giancarlo made it a point to reiterate how disappointed he was in Dante’s results; a casualty was not part of the plan - something the executive repeatedly pointed out. No, Kate getting shot was not his intention but her walking in front of the bullet the moment Dante pulled the trigger was an anomaly he hadn’t considered. Finnegan, Dante guessed, was throwing a fit about his daughter’s situation - another reason Dante hid out. Hearing a knock on the door, dark eyes found Lincoln Riley standing at the doorway. “I’m a little busy, Riley.” Dante was on last name basis with all the Enterprise Board members. There wasn’t much respect when it came to Lincoln in the first place, nor for his brother.

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wefcundwonderland

Mikayla eyed the money on the table. It was certainly enough to pay down her mortgage, but Matias had also promised to take care of it for her if she worked as a double agent and fed Dante certain information. It would be suspicious not to take it, but she felt dirty doing so. She finally reached over to take it and slipped it into her purse. “Of course. With the holidays, I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to get anything more for you until afterward. Work will be busier than usual.” She slid from her seat, clearing her throat. “If we’re done, I’ll take my leave.”

ddcnte

"Understood." Dante hadn't planned to meet with Mikayla for a while - at least not until February when things settled down from the outcome of the next event. Giancarlo had been planning the New Year's Eve event for a few months however no one, besides the VP, knew the inner workings of it. "We are done. Enjoy your holidays, Mikayla. I'll be seeing you around." Dante offered a curt nod as he sat back against the seat.

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sawyerdecker:

“What would you know about kicking ass, Dante?” Sawyer asked him with an arched eyebrow. “I mean unless, of course, we’re talking about how I constantly kick yours in court.” If she had gone the entire night not having to lay eyes on the ADA, she would have been perfectly fine. However, she was never truly that lucky. The bartender had finally brought over her cocktail, and she accepted quickly. She gave him a quick thanks, before taking a sip. The last time she saw him was right after court, and it had taken everything in her not to throw her case file at his head. She was sure the hit would have wiped the smug grin right off of his face. “Why are you here? I didn’t think anyone in this town could stand the sight of you? Much less want to ring in the New Year with you around?”

All Dante could do was smile that annoying cocky-ass smile of his. Considered a criminal (should his crimes ever be brought to light), there were certain avoidable crimes. Dante didn’t take much pleasure in murder. Sure, he liked power - he liked taking it. And control. But watching the light dim in the eyes of the victim didn’t give as much thrill as it did the others in the Enterprise. This little assignment, however? This one Dante was going to take much pleasure out of knowing it was going to hurt Sawyer in the process. “Oh Counsel, you sure do know how to make a man feel good.” His words dripped with sarcasm. Dante paused to take a sip from his drink. “Fortunately I must cut this short. Things to do - people to see, ya know.” Taking a hard step forward, bumping his shoulder against hers, Dante snickered. “Oh, and do have a great New Year. I’m sure it'll go off with a bang.” The man sent her a wink before stalking away to his destination.

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“Really?” Kate couldn’t help the confusion that spread across her face. “I mean, I don’t think Roman talks about it that much, but I’m surprised she’s kept it to herself all this time.” Kate figured half the town would have known about what went down between the two of them, but then again Sawyer could be unpredictable. Especially when she was angry and hurt. “I think he has been for the most part, but from what he told me – She showed up at his house.” She couldn’t help but feel a bit defensive over her brother. It wasn’t as though he was initially putting himself out there to be knocked down again.

Just as she was about to open her mouth once again, a sudden feeling hit her back. It was hard to explain. It wasn’t painful, it didn’t burn – but there was pressure. It took her brain a moment to realize what had just happened, but her hand grabbed her back as if it was an involuntary reaction. Her eyes met Shep’s full of confusion, and shock as it all began to process. “Uh, I think…” She paused for a moment as she brought her hand in front of her to see the blood that smeared all over her hand. “I think I’ve just been shot.” She said seconds before falling into Shep’s arms. As if her brain finally caught up to the trauma that just hit. Kate could feel the red liquid falling down her back, as if a damn had just broke and there was nothing to stop it. The feeling of lightheadedness took over, as she slowly became limp. What the hell just happened?

@shepdecker

The moment he saw the surprised look on her face, time stopped. Blood coated her fingers as she pulled her hand away from her back and before he could form any words in response, Kate collapsed into him. He slowed her descent as he pulled her in carefully, feeling the sticky warmth of the blood on his own hand as he lowered her to the ground. “Kate?” he said, voice stricken with worry. “Hey, stay with me, okay? You’re going to be okay.”

Gaze darting around, he saw a figure in the distance, cast in a haze behind the tears that were already welling in his eyes. Not now, he scolded himself. It wasn’t that he had never seen anyone shot in front of him before – it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in his line of work – but to have it happen here of all places, at what was supposed to be a celebration to bring in a new year full of promise and hope for change, that’s what really shook him to his core. He needed to keep himself together and call for help so she wouldn’t lose her life when he could have saved it.

He yanked his radio from inside his suit jacket with a shaky hand. He wasn’t officially on duty, but he’d had it on him, just in case; with how the last two major town events had gone down, he had been on alert all night – except now, and Kate had to pay the price. He had no idea who would hear him over the sound of the party upstairs or the fireworks that would be starting any minute now, but he needed to get the call out before “This is Detective Decker. Shots fired at The Metro. One down. Send an ambulance ASAP.” @ddcnte

Collateral damage wasn’t uncommon and sometimes a necessity. Hell, the bike festival proved that. His mission was to kill Shepherd Decker to push an even bigger ripple cascading through the small town, weakening its infrastructure. Then he’d plant some evidence linking the kill to one of the gangs causing an uproar with the townspeople who would sound an alarm for the gangs to leave. That was when Giancarlo would move in to take over Tonopah. Kate McNulty wasn’t part of that plan. Well, her dad’s gonna be pissed. Dante placed his societal mask on, frantically moving to ‘help’ Shepherd with Kate.

“Did you just say shots fired?” the ADA asked, pulling out his handkerchief. Dante dropped down to ‘help’ with the woman, careful not to get blood on his suit. “Did she get shot?” Dante kept a bit of a distance from the pair. Eyes darting around in search for any curious party-goers, it was then when he realized everyone was too busy anticipating the New Year; chanting the countdown. Five. Four. Three.

Dante slipped his pistol out, silencer still on. “Sorry ‘bout this, Chief. Big guy says you gotta go.” He raised the pistol. “Nothing personal.” Two. One. He pulled the trigger.

Dante didn’t stick around to see if anyone would find them. Again his pistol was concealed, his mask pulled over his face as he walked toward the celebrating crowd, confetti falling, lights strobing as the music started up.

#( interactions. )#( interactions; shepherd decker )#( nye 2k23; shepherd decker )#( interactions; kate mcnulty )#( nye 2k23; kate mcnulty )

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#( visage. )#( visage; sawyer decker )#soon >:)

shepdecker

“I know, which is why I’m asking you.” Kate said with a small smile. “I figured if anyone could talk to her, it’d be you.” It was a long shot, and one she assumed probably wouldn’t work in her favor. However, what kind of younger sister would she be if she didn’t at least try. “I’m sorry. I just assumed she would have told you.”

“I know. I heard about it a couple days ago. I’ve been meaning to stop by and give my condolences. How is your mom doing?”

“Usually she does, especially about Roman. She didn’t tell anyone else what happened. Took her awhile to tell me that, too.” It sparked a hint of concern in himself for his younger sister, too. Why would she avoid telling him? Or had it not nearly impacted her as much as he was assuming it would have? “I’ll try to talk to her before the night’s out, but if I were Roman, I think it’d be best to stay out of her way. She’s finally letting herself move on from him. I don’t want her to fall back into those old habits again.” He wanted to make sure that whatever lingering feelings Sawyer may have from those interactions weren’t being brought into the relationship with Gabe. He knew how fragile new relationships could be.

“Not well. He was basically bedridden for the last couple of months, so it gave her a chance to take care of him… like they were a normal couple or something,” he said with a soft smile and a shrug. “Sawyer doesn’t get it, but she’s always written her off anyway. He treated all of us terribly most of our lives, but at one point he must have been better. She wouldn’t have married him if he wasn’t.” Or maybe he kept saying it in an attempt to convince himself that was true. “Thank you, though, for the condolences. We’re okay. Mom will be okay.”

ddcnte

“Yes, sir.” Having a direct line to Giancarlo wasn’t as cracked up as it was made up to be among the other Board Members. After all, it was the Enterprise leader who forced Dante to move from the comfort of his almost a million dollar penthouse in Vegas to the snore-fest of a town that was Tonopah. No witnesses. And Parker. Giancarlo paused. Don’t fuck this up. “Yes, sir.” Slamming his thumb on the pretty red ‘end’ feature, Dante let out a strenuous sigh. He slid the mask over his face, walking to where he had watched Shepherd venture after leaving Madison. Like a predator stalking its prey, Dante stayed in the shadows. He reached his destination. Slowing he pulled out his firearm from behind his back, screwing in the silencing tool. Lining the small pins together Dante let out a breath as he aimed for the Acting Chief’s chest. “Bang.” Dante pulled the trigger fully expecting for the target to drop; instead it was the woman Shepherd had been with. A former Enterprise member and Roman’s little sister - Kate. “Fuck.”

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ddcnte

dante nodded at her words finding a sort of comfort in the information given. while he would have preferred for more on either location she'd given him, having a point to start was far greater than a guessing game. "this higher-ranking member," the man began. this fingertips tapped against the table. "this wouldn't be a mr. monroe, would it? or mr. donovan?" within the first few days living in tonopah, dante quickly learned who cole monroe and nathaniel donovan was - along with their affiliation and ranking within the mc. it wasn't hard to spot as both men wore patches on their leather cuts labeling them as president and vice president.

wefcundwonderland

"No, neither of them. His name's Theo Knox. I don't know what his position is within the group, but I know he's ranked. He's got a patch, and a vest he always wears," she explained. She hoped that providing a name would at least make it seem as though she was looking for information, even though she wasn't, and she prayed that nothing bad would happen to the man she'd grown to consider a friend. "I figure... the more I spend around him, the more likely he'll be to slip up and tell me something. Just not quite there yet."

ddcnte

Dante couldn’t help the hearty laugh escaping his lips. Memories of his time with Theo at the fire range came to mind. “I can guarantee you that boy is about as useless as tits on a boar hog. Porch light is on but no one’s home. How he got that patch is honestly a mystery to … well all of us.” And by ‘all of us’ Dante meant the Enterprise. He paused. “Good call; that’s smart. Keep at him. And, if you can move even higher to either Donovan or Monroe, that’d be even better.” A hand dug into his suit jacket, finding the hidden pocket and pulling out a stack of cash. A band of ten thousand dollars. Dante slid it across the table. “For all your information so far. Know it is very much appreciated.”

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sawyerdecker-deactivated2024112

@ddcnte

Location: The Metro, Rooftop

As much as she loved any opportunity to dress up, this event was beginning to become overwhelming much quicker than she thought. Her trips to the bar were becoming much more frequent as she waited for the countdown to midnight, so she could go home. Just as she turned to make her way back into the crowd, she came face to face with none other than Dante Parker. “I’m not drunk enough, nor do I have the patience to entertain any conversation with you tonight. Move.”

ddcnte

Behind his mask Dante watched those around him carry on. Just like the previous two Enterprise orchestrated events he’d been placed right in the middle of them. The New Year’s Eve party was no different. Gun safely hidden shoved in the back of his pants, suit jacket covering it, the man kept a hand in his pocket as the other held onto an expensive glass of Bourbon. Only but the best for Dante. He’d gone practically unnoticed as he weaved and bobbed through the growing crowd. Exactly how he wanted it. Dante spotted a familiar head of blonde hair by the bar. Above the bar had a count down. There was still a few hours ‘til his assign was to fulfilled; having a little fun could be had. He slid his mask off, topping off the Bourbon. What he didn’t expect was for Sawyer to turn right into him. Still, he had on his infamous cocky grin. “What happened, Princess? Aren’t you in your environment? Isn’t this normally when you go around kissing ass and taking names?” Dante paused, a smirk playing along his lips. “I mean, kicking ass - taking names.”