paxton

trouble by design

[emmyfuk]

asliceofaiden‌:

“You and I both know that’s never gonna happen,” he raised his gaze, knowing Juliet was one of a kind, his devil in a red dress. “Trust me, you don’t know what she’s capable of.” He’d never really seen his girl fight, but he already felt bad for the other person who was gonna be a part of it. “Shut up,” he mumbled, still making sure he didn’t touch the actual fabric of the couch. Instead, he took in the great taste of whisky. “Um, yah… you wanna know how that goes or?” he huffed and rolled his eyes. No way.

“Me, knowing rejection? Oh please, you have to know me better than that. Don’t disgrace me,” she shook her head. Truthfully she believed she could get what she wanted but Aiden being as stubborn as he is and at how whipped he was, she wan’t gonna pull shit. Not to mention the fact that they were the strict definition of just friends. “I can take a 5′2 little kid but yeah, sure,” she nodded. “I didn’t just plan on wasting my breath. Go on.” 

[emmyfuk]

clicksintoplace‌:

He grinned. “Overjoyed, thank you.” He hadn’t really tried to pry much into the organization’s past, not sure if he really wanted to know. Emmy seemed decent, if frosty, but he was sure that she could make his life hell if she chose to. “Are you here actually shipping for anything or just checking up on things?”

The tall brunette gave him a hum and a nod in response, her hand burying themselves deep into her pockets. “Don’t know quite yet. Initially yeah, I was here to check in on things but maybe I’ll look for somethings... Who knows?”

[emmyfuk]

asliceofaiden‌

“I’m sorry you’re never gonna beat my girlfriend,” he snickered, clearly enjoying bothering the crap outta her. As long as she didn’t kick him out. “She’s too jealous for that kinda stuff, and I don’t plan on asking her.” No, he wasn’t gonna lie and say a threesome wasn’t tempting, but it would forever be a fantasy, and he could live with that. Also, he was used to Camila joking about it every time she was around. When Emmy went for the drinks, he took a blanket and put it discreetly under where he was seated. “Whisky never fails.”

“Well don’t count me out just yet. Is it the height? I can shave down my feet and be just like her. Damn, it’s the eyes huh? I’m willing to get contacts,” she nodded sarcastically, puckering her lips slightly. “Well, what if I do? Can’t imagine her trying to fight me,” Em scoffed. Rolling her eyes, she handed him a friendly pour to get him started before sitting next to him on her now covered couch. “I was joking you idiot. But here’s a question. You chug whisky like water, do ya ever get whiskey dick?”

[emmyfuk]

asliceofaiden‌:

“I think I’ll pass, but thanks,” he huffed as fingers played across the armrest. “Well, as long as my girlfriend doesn’t think I’m boring, I’m golden.” He honestly couldn’t with her raunchy comments, making him chuckle even though he didn’t want to. Juliet would prolly had beaten her to the curb about now. “No cash for ass, don’t care how good it is,” he shook his head and glanced her well-known features. “On your what, now?” he halted, feeling sick just thinking about it, though not sick enough to jump away like a scaredy-cat. “So, if you want to, ya know, get knocked up, all you gotta do it sit down and wait for the couch to make a move?” Arching his brows, he bit his lips together while waiting for his drink. “You asking me is kinda disappointing.”

“Nah I’m pretty sure you still wanna fucking fight,” she mused, her eyes looking over to his with a swift wink. “Jesus Christ, Aiden. I get it, you have a girlfriend. I’d be more shocked if you didn’t mention her the rest of the day. But maybe also ask if I can join in sometime. “It’s real good,” she nodded before looking back with a crooked smile. “Oh nothing,” she said sweetly before grabbing the bottle of whiskey and two crystal glasses. “Eh, something like that, I’m sure. Oh shut the fuck up it’s been a while.”

[emmyfuk]

asliceofaiden‌:

“Your first time? That’s fucking bullcrap,” he scoffed, even letting out a snicker to her oh so innocent lie. Joining her on the couch, he removed some pillows before sinking down. “Hey, I’m still fun, I still drink, just not… as often… as I used to, I guess..” He frowned and pursed his lips together. “Sure, I promise you’ll be the first I’ll call… ‘kay?” Eyes rested upon her, the girl who’d gone from almost passing out thanks to a ‘friend’ to own her own bar… and not only that. “I should say my girlfriend always bites, and I always put her in place,” he shrugged. “Now where’s my drink?”

“Wanna fucking fight, Morrison? I’ll slap your ass silly right here right now,” she mused with a straight face under a sea of teasing. “Yeah, like I said, boring as fuck. And yeah, I’d be the best ride of your life, your cheap ass would pay to have it that good,” she huffed with a smile. “Don’t making me fucking gag, I don’t want to think about her, not while we’re on my sex couch,” she hummed as she got up walking to her liquor shelves. “Dark or light?” 

[emmyfuk]

asliceofaiden‌

“Hungover, huh?” he smirked as he let his jacket slid off his shoulders. “You sound like me three years ago.” Then he’d be a wandering, plastered piece of shit. Now, things had changed; Juliet had changed him… in a way he should’ve thanked her for even being alive. “See, you’re the only person who could ask that like it’s…normal.” Rolling his eyes, he walked into her apartment. “This isn’t a booty call, you know that right? I’m fine, by the way…”

“To be fair, it’s my first time this week and owning a bar comes with that gig of occasionally getting lost in the storage shelves,” she mused, her eyes going to his being as she went down to the couch, waiting for him to follow. “Only thing that changed was that I liked you a lot more three years ago, the fuck happened to my fun loving big guy?” The girl couldn’t help but snicker. “‘Course I am and I also know that if you and your girl friend did bite it, I’d be the first booty on that call list so yeah –– I’m still waiting to shoot my shot.” 

[emmyfuk]

asliceofaiden‌:

[ @emmyfuk ]

Aiden was still smiling thinking about Juliet rolling her eyes when telling he was off to see Emmy. Lucky for her, it wasn’t every day he visited his fellow alcoholic. A couple of text messages was enough to end up on his motorcycle. When outside her door, he knocked enough times, to the very moment she opened the door. “You okay?” he greeted and took steps forward, passing her and the door to kick off his boots.

It wasn’t odd hearing from Aiden, in fact –– she sort of missed him. Ever since she got her promotion, she hasn’t been around much, hell why would she have been? But seeing him at her door step was enough to make her want to hug him even though she refrained. “Me? Hungover, but fine. You? How’s my favorite sex machine?”

[emmyfuk]

clicksintoplace‌:

Chris looked over in surprise when he recognized the voice. “I feel like there’s a chance I’ll be the one sent out to do it, so please don’t. Also I think that’s probably somehow an abuse of your authority.”

Emmy did her best to not offer up a smirk of sorts, it wasn’t unlike her to stop by and check with the people that worked under Ryan. “Just because you’re so pretty when you beg,” the girl spoke. “If you knew what Ryan did, you wouldn’t be complaining about my abusive power trip but fine –– I won’t do it. Happy?”

[emmyfuk]

isn’t it midnight?

[emmyfuk]

romanreagans‌:

Her childish attitude was getting straight to his nerves, fueling his rage to the point where he ought to make a choice; either lash out or be wise enough to walk away before things got real ugly. She had every reason to be upset, but there was only so much he could do when she refused to listen. Instead, he was left dealing with her temper tantrum beyond malcontent. He didn’t flinch when the glass hit the wall and shattered into a million pieces, but the rage inside him pounded against his self-control. “That’s not what I meant and you fucking know it! Stop twisting my words, Emmy,” he snarled back, stopping dead in his tracks as he glared at her. Whether he liked it or not, she’d crawled under his skin and embedded her very essence into his bones. She meant a whole lot more to him than what he felt comfortable acknowledging. “Yes, I lied!” he continued as he threw his arms out wide. “Is that what you wanna hear, huh? I lied. I didn’t tell you about my wife because she’s the last god damn person I wanna discuss with anyone, least of all with you.” Scoffing, he shook his head. “Now if that’s so fucking hard to understand, let me put that in perspective for you; I wanna talk about her just as much as you wanna talk about your sister.” 

She hated that his anger wasn’t matched to her outburst. Her hurricane of a temper swarming and drowning them both out in the wake of sanity. Looking at the shattered glass, she wished it was a window instead, maybe she’d get a discount for the fifth window breaking from punching it this year. “How would I fucking know it! I’ll stop twisting them when you start telling the fucking truth,” she shouted, hoping he would just yell –– scream –– break something, anything to get back at her. She wanted to see his crazy just to make sure she wasn’t the only one like this. “I don’t give a shit about your excuses. You didn’t tell me, period. You didn’t tell me ‘cause you didn’t want to lose a fuck buddy, don’t fucking lie,” she scoffed, walking back only for her to freeze in her steps. He mentioned Karla, how the fuck did he know about her? Right when the anniversary is coming up but she was still frozen. Her body was boiling as she spun around, walking calmly over to him, like she was walking on glass. “Right. Because you separating from your living ––– breathing wife is the same as my dead sister,” she said softly going very close to him, her lips mere inches away from his as her heart raced. “fuck you.”

[emmyfuk]

chvndlcr‌:

Chandler briefly glared at her. Why was she acting like he was beneath her? And why did she repeat the part about him being Roman’s family? Did Roman always hook up with girls that were this weird? As she extended her hand, he just stared at it for a moment. “Have you washed that hand yet?” He raised his eyebrow and looked at her.

Emmy looked at the younger boy, tilting her head to the side, if only he knew what they did behind closed doors besides the obvious. Maybe if the boy knew what his uncle was involved in he would look at her differently. Eyes flickering between her hand in the boy, she retreated it back to her side. “What do you do here?”

[emmyfuk]

isn’t it midnight?

[emmyfuk]

romanreagans‌:

“It means you didn’t do that good of a job hiding your own skeletons like you thought. The difference is that I’d never push you to fucking talk about it until you’re ready,” he exclaimed, frustration exuding from him. “You’ve got your fucking wires crossed. Was it also your job to fuck the guy on Cotter’s payroll? ‘Cause he sure as hell don’t give a damn about my marriage, and neither would you if we’d kept this professional.” The sane thing to do would be to end this right here, right now. But that was easier said than done when there were undeniable feelings involved. “Oh, so you do actually give a shit about what I want? How considerate of you. Now if only you could shut your mouth for one god damn second and listen instead of berating every damn thing I say,” he snarled, growing sick of her attitude. As she took another jab at him, he’d had enough. He had thick skin but that didn’t mean taking slaps without reason. “Fuck you,” he scoffed, hastily grabbing his belongings from the nightstand before eyeing her once more. “You don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about. And you know what? I don’t have to explain myself to you, you’re not my girlfriend. I don’t owe you shit.” 

“Oh I’m sorry, did I fucking stutter? What fucking skeletons? Did I get hitched, do I have a kid that I’m not telling you about? Maybe I even have a secret identity and you’re right, only using you for sex,” she spoke, her brown eyes raging with a dark fire that would kill if it were real. “Was it your job to fuck your boss? No, but you fucking did it anyway so stop fucking turning the tables. Just admit that you fucking lied, Roman,” she practically yelled. Now she was feeling like the crazy one, how did that end up fair? She turned around, she couldn’t help but let out a grumbled scream, taking the glass from the side table and throwing it across the room, away from them both. He was messing with her head, everything was convoluted. “I would’ve listened months ago –– yeah, you had months but did you want to talk and be honest then? No, you just got fucked and got a cozy in with the boss,” Emmy spat, her eyes following his every move as he grabbed his things. “I’m not shit to you, fucking crystal clear Roman.” 

[emmyfuk]

valentinahndz‌:

Jumping scared would have been the normal reaction, but at this point, Valentina felt nothing. “Who the fuck are you?” she asked the stranger, though it only took her a few seconds to recognize the face that almost all but belonged to Cotter. No one knew about Valentina and this little ploy might have just earned her the rep of a volatile stupid woman. “What do you want?” she reiterated shortly after her first question. 

She’s been choked out by Ryan, standing face to face with this woman didn’t challenge her at all. Two alphas in one zone was bound to get ugly. “I’m guessing you know,” the woman said, walking around towards the man laying lifeless on the floor. “What do I want?” Emmy dug her heel into the side of the man to kick him over so she didn’t have to stare at his face. “Why assume I want something?”

[emmyfuk]

isn’t it midnight?

[emmyfuk]

romanreagans‌

“That’s damn rich coming from someone with a past like yours. You think you’re the only one who did a fucking background check?” Roman snapped, glaring back at her. He didn’t intend to use the piece of intel he had on her, but she was pushing his buttons and feeding on his vulnerabilities. This had nothing to do with their business relationship, but they’d blurred the lines long ago. It was evident in the way they both reacted, and as her fists hit his chest, he swiftly clasped his hands around her wrists. “You wanted the fucking truth, didn’t you?” he said through gritted teeth, still holding her firmly in place. Another scoff fell from his lips as she kept going. She had every right to be angry, but what good would that do if he couldn’t get a word in edgewise. “Yeah? You were fucking me less than a minute ago and you sure as hell didn’t seem to give a shit then either!” he exclaimed, abruptly releasing his grip around her wrists as he shook his head. This had been a bad idea from the start. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? It was my job to do a damn background check, don’t get your ass hurt because you couldn’t hide your skeletons better,” she snarled, her fangs and claws ready to rip into his skin. When she got angry it was like some animalistic fever fell over her body, wanting to go and gouge his eyes out. She wracked her brains and couldn’t come up with a single thing that he could of found against her. For someone in charge of a mob, her record was pretty clean with the exception of those trips to rehab that didn’t end up sticking. As his hand wrapped around her slim wrists, she couldn’t help but grow angrier, like a toxic weed wrapping its way around her sanity. “I wanted it months ago you fucking liar,” she hissed through gritted teeth as she tried to rip herself from his grasp. “So what, huh? You got what you fucking wanted, didn’t you? But yeah, pin it back on me,” she breathed, looking at him with disgusted features when he dropped her hands. “So what? You’re gonna just give up like that? Just like your marriage?”

[clicksintoplace]

“Y’know I’m not super religious or militantly atheist,” Chris remarked, staring at the store window with it’s overly festive mannequins. “But can we hold off on the christmas stuff until after november? There’s only so much holiday cheer I can take before I start going crazy.”

[emmyfuk]

Emmy tilted her head, holding her coffee in one hand and her sunglasses in the other, looking at the window with the man next to her. “Christmas is a hallmark holiday, so is every other holiday, they’re unnecessary. Maybe I’ll have someone later throw a brick through the display.” 

[emmyfuk]

chvndlcr‌

To you I’m no one important. What the fuck did that even mean? Chandler crossed his arms, holding his ground even when she didn’t answer his question. His first instinct when she asked it right back was to tell her, I asked you first, but he ignored that and answered her question. “My family owns this place.” He explained. “So, again, why were you in-” Suddenly, he realized. She was leaving Roman’s, in the morning. Which meant she spent the night, and that meant something very different for most people. “Oh.” He pursed his lips. “I’m, uh, Roman’s nephew. Chandler.”

Looking down at her watch, the woman sighed, before raising her eyebrows. “Look, I have more important things to do with my day than be interviewed by the auto-shop tribune, can you get on with whatever you were going to ask me,” she huffed. She wasn’t being rude, she just had a schedule and she was already an hour behind. “Family,” she repeated, making a mental note of looking into it later. She could tell that he put it all together and she gave him a tight lined smile, extending her hand. “Emmy Paxton. I’m fucking your uncle, it’s wonderful to meet you.” 

[emmyfuk]

isn’t it midnight?

[emmyfuk]

romanreagans‌:

Her condescending tone and attitude triggered unexpected anger in him. His wife was a sore subject, one that Roman rarely talked about with anyone, least of all with Emmy. “So you did your research,” he let out a humorless laugh. “Always business first, right?” It didn’t exactly take him by surprise and he certainly didn’t blame her. He’d taken the same route to get a lay of the land, to find out who he was getting in bed with, well, in more ways than one. “What the hell do you want me to say? She left me, Emmy. She walked out on me and our kid nine fucking years ago and didn’t look back. You think signing a fucking piece of paper was the first thing that crossed my mind?” he scoffed. Lord knows he’d had his hands full trying to raise Taylor on his own. “Yeah, she might still be my wife on paper, but she stopped being my wife the second she walked out the door.”

It was a tactic of hers to be calm until she had to explode, until she couldn’t hold the storm in anymore. But so far, it was working to get him riled up which is just what she needed. “You think I’d work with you without knowing everything? Come on, I know people don’t give you credit but you have to be smarter than that,” she pressed, her dark eyes narrowing towards his. As she heard his excuses and felt his breath getting closer, she broke out like a bat out of hell. “Oh, spare me the sob story, this isn’t Hollywood, you don’t need to sell your story like a thirteen year old. You had nine fucking years so fuck off, Roman. Taking her fists and shoving them against his chest. “So what, huh? You didn’t think about telling me while we were fucking for months? I couldn’t give a shit if she was your wife thirty fucking years ago.. you’re still married to her, you utter piece of shit.” 

[valentinahndz]

Things had not been going the way Valentina wanted them to. She was trying to keep everything together, but for some reason things just kept falling apart. Tonight was not supposed to be her responsibility. She paid people for this, for fuck’s sake. But, she was the type of person to take matters into their own hands. And so, she did. She took the matter – a gun. She was so in the moment that she didn’t even think to look twice before she pulled it out and shot dead the man that she knew had been stealing the drugs she was supposed to be smuggling across the world. Valentina had had enough of the incompetence. Now she just had to deal with her own.

[emmyfuk]

Lurking in the shadows was something the girl was always good at, especially with her job. Her beautiful plump lips were always shut in a moment where they should be open and screaming when it came to business. Leaning against the wall, her black coat tied snug around her, the cold air seemed fitting for the scene folding in front of her. The man was dead as soon as the woman fired the gun and that’s when she made her presence known. Everyone who was involved knew Emmy. She was Ryan’s number two, that was huge and a bigger deal that most would think. “Impressive.”