a dangerous game ft. valor
Valor did not have a strong sense of familiarity with the country of Italy, but so far, he had not found any issues when it came to the men he worked with– or at least, any issues that he could not solve. Yes, to solve was sometimes the equivalent of to kill, but it was all the same in Valor’s book. He was tired of those who were wary of him, who believed he could not lead. He was by no means a fair ruler, nor a gentle one, but that was because he would be dead if he were. While he had multiple sources of physical strength and sharp sense of strategy in his crowd, he needed someone with a different type of skill for the current task at hand, and after talking to a few people, he knew just exactly who he would have his lackeys hunt down. From what he had heard, Hawk was good at what he did, and, well, if he wasn’t, then Valor could revel in more bloodshed.
As he took a sip of his whiskey, he did not even bother to look up at the voice speaking to him. “Ah, yes, next time I’ll make sure to have a limousine waiting for you, stocked with expensive champagne and some exquisite hors d'oeuvres,” he replied, setting the glass down on the counter and gesturing to the seat next to him. “Now as you can imagine, I did not have you sent here for casual conversation or critiques on my “igors”, so please, have a seat and let’s start talking business, shall we?” Finally looking up at the dark haired male, he arched an eyebrow expectantly.
Hawk was a rebellious one, sarcastic and defiant by nature, however he wasn’t an idiot. At least, not stupid enough to play along with Valor Rowe, for now. He would decide after this initial meeting if he would follow through with whatever the Mafioso wanted for him, but that ultimately came to how good the pay was. It was almost surprising how disappointed the former activist should feel about that fact versus how he actually did feel. His loyalties, his morals had all been tossed to the wind whenever he watched the world crush his friends, his mentor, everyone around him. If the world didn’t care about him, why should he care about it? He didn’t want to think about how angry his old hacker group might be if they could see him now; no doubt seeing that he only cared about cold, hard cash now wouldn’t be too much of a surprise, but it also was almost sad to see how far he’d fallen.
“Does your kind even know what a casual conversation is?” Hawk joked, mostly to keep from appearing too scared of the monster before him. He did sit, obediently, however. He stretched out his long legs and lounged like a rebellious teenager. “Yeah, I am chompin’ at the fuckin’ bit to hear what a guy like you wants with a guy like me. Let me guess, you’re not a techie?” He asked sarcastically, using his thumb to crack down on his middle finger of the same hand, popping the knuckle. It was, by no means, supposed to threaten or scare Valor, but it was a nasty habit he possessed since he was just a kid. “I hope you at least did your research on me, what little you could find out. I don’t come cheap, especially not this kind of dirty shit, so here’s to hoping you didn’t just a waste a trip meeting someone you can’t pay for.”
