"You think you know sin?

Nikolas "Nik" Taylor | 30 | CBO Taylor Motors | 6'2 | "I will do as Devil's do. Fall."

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Nik entered through the back doors of Pandemonium, hellbent on getting in and out of his club as fast as he could. The last thing he wanted was to be pestered with questions from his employees, mundane things his two managers should have easily been able to take care of if they possessed a single modicum of efficiency. Regardless, it seemed some of the bartenders had started coming up to him with meager problems that definitely did not befall Nikolas Taylor. He preferred to keep his position in the Strix under wraps as much as he could, at least when it regarded the ferocity of the enemy, but he was wondering if some good old fashioned display of his vicious and cruel nature would be advantageous. If anything, perhaps then the grunts would leave him in peace, and maybe even avert their eyes as he walked into a room. He could get used to that. Just like the good old days.

He had forgotten some paperwork in his rush to get home, important blueprints his brother had entrusted him with for an upcoming job and here Nik was succumbing to his exhaustion and forgetting them like he was some lesser man. He had got some food on his way home before cursing loudly and turning around, heading back to work. Which led to him angrily zig-zagging through the crowd to his office. Walking past the VIP section, and down the hallway he opened the door to his personal solitude in this crazy establishment. Lights were on, just like he had left them in his hasty exit, though something else grabbed his attention. A lithe form sitting behind his desk, and tanned, toned legs perched on top of the wood. Val's familiar face came into view and he paused in the doorway. "Detective Santiago." He greeted, despite his slight discouragement at her presence in his personal space - without his knowledge - he tried to remain calm, and collected. He had hoped this visit was for pleasure, though, he wouldn't put it past the Detective to run professional errands all times of the night. "To what do I owe this dubious pleasure?"

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And the sweet little angel couldn’t keep her eyes off the devil.

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devlinxtaylor:

The room was far too silent, leaving Devlin to tap his knuckles against the wooden table he was seated at while waiting for Nik and Cate to enter the room. They had scheduled a meeting as soon as Cate was discharged and able to leave her home. Though Dev had his doubts wether or not she should be back so soon, he was far too determined to take action. They couldn’t wait. They had to act. Now. And so he had set aside his bleeding heart, the one hurting for his members, pumping for their well being and churning with hatred and despair over what the Royals had put his gang and family trough, and instead box it up so that his attention and focus could be on how to best hit them back. What measures they now would have to take, and what missiles he was more than happy to launch to make sure their rivals bleed and suffered thrice as much as his people had. They were going to pay with their lives. They were going to know how if felt, be hit where it hurt. 

As his brother and Cate entered the room, he nodded in greeting. “Please sit. We have a lot to discuss, but first I wanted us all to view this footage together. Cate me and Nik have seen it before, at least the initial films taken from the offices. Though our hackers have retrieved more from the One Mayfair and spotted out some important sequences for us to look at.” With that, he picked up the remote and turned the tv on the wall on, pushing play. 

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It was with a mixture of determination and apprehension that Cate had stepped into HQ that day. It wasn’t taking action that she was reticent toward; after everything that had happened with Seraphina, with Bailey, with Tyree, and with this very real and very personal attack on their gang and their business, the brunette was more motivated than ever to strike back. She’d never considered herself to be a vengeful person, but even she recognised that things had escalated to a point where they either fought fire with fire, or they lost by default.

Life is a battle, and you either enter it armed, or you surrender immediately.

No, the uncomfortable feeling settling in the pit of her stomach had less to do with being against revenge for the bomb, and more to do with her own involvement in said bomb. Or rather, her own interference. “Mostly from the evening in question?” she asked upon taking a seat, eyes drifting to the monitor as if she hadn’t literally sat next to Bellamy when he worked on the footage, and didn’t already know the answer to the question. “Because I’ve been thinking, and it might be worth looking into the days, or even weeks, leading up to it. After all, we don’t know how long they’ve been planning the attack. The venue could have been cased as far back as when the event was announced.” Of course, there was a part of Cate that didn’t want them to look any further into it at all, but not suggesting as much would have been horribly out of character for her. The brunette could only do so much to derail the investigation before it became obvious that she was doing a deliberately bad job.

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Nik had been spending the last few days trying to organize the chaos that had become his life. He wasn't ignorant enough to believe that his job was easy. Running a club had been, though entirely tedious and sometimes annoying, it was his role in strategy that really pushed the youngest Taylor. At first he had been forced into the role by his father, but it had taken only a matter of weeks to become a passion, and years later, here he still was. Though since the explosion, his mind had been heavy with the constant barrage of thoughts and extrapolations. Not a when or why line of questioning, he was beyond that reasoning by now. He wanted to know how, and more particularly who. Who had hurt his family and few friends within the Strix he enjoyed the company of. The Royals were in control, pulling the trigger so to speak, but he was happy to find the people that sent the message. And then more than happy to send a message of his own.

With a coffee from his favorite cafe, Nik made his way into the room his brother had told him to meet in. Along with Cate, they would rifle through more of the footage the two Taylor brother's hadn't seen yet and hopefully the three of them together could find something, anything to move forward with. Finding a seat next to his brother and his fellow strategist in front of the footage, he sighed and took a sip of his caffeinated beverage. "We've been through some of that already." In all honesty, Nik didn't want to spend another second watching nothing happen on the screen. If their hackers had pulled up some new footage that was apparently worth a look according to them, then he was all for starting there. "What sequences did they point out in particular?"

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vacillatingxdestiny:

She was out of her element..maybe just a tiny bit, but she could definitely feel the folds of familiarity slipping from underneath her and being thrust into the abyss of uncertainty wasn’t a feeling she ever welcomed. Granted that her very profession started on uncertainty and worked on the compulsion of making it a solid reliable certain, when it came to her own life, she often found those principles hardly being of much help He was a dangerous man and his profession or affiliation had certainly nothing to do with it. It wasn’t often she met people with a confidence that was based on something substantial, something beyond their looks, possessions and pockets. But his thrived largely on his intellect and though it was something that had intrigued her from the start, she had altogether stopped commending on it. His words drew a grin from her as she casually leaned against the bar “Now here’s where you might be mistaken querido. You were always a part of a crowd. Granted not ranking in a certain category but there have been many people of your stature” she quipped back delighting in professing opinions that she herself did not completely believe in. Valeria knew she wasn’t in the crowd either but her intention wasn’t to agree, it was to rail and ruffle his calm demeanour as he had done, had been doing from the time she had met him. Watching his actions, she donned a dimpled grin “I shall certainly take that as a compliment. I don’t think many would have the privileged of actually wounding you” Taking another sip of her drink, she coyly used his shoulders as an arm-rest “Do enlighten me as to what all we have actually been through. I am all ears to hear that illuminating exposition though I very much doubt you’d actually be able to convince me” She challenged, her eyes dancing with dark emotions and mischief. 

He watched her red painted lips sprout her thoughts and Nik listened like it was gospel. She poked fun, insinuated he was constantly wrong and shared witty banter that was unlike any he had participated. In their short time they had known each other, Nik had deducted that Val was worth his time and energy, which was not something that happened often. She was gorgeous, and though its what initially made him look twice and agree to answer the Detectives questions when she first walked into Pandemonium, he found himself enamored for other reasons. Interested in her intellect and salacious innuendos, and her slight resistance in Nik's fucked up version of an anti-monogamous courtship. "That's where your wrong." He had started seducing her when they had first met, and no matter how hard she liked to blow hot and cold with him, he wasn't going to give up so easily. After all, it was what she liked the most about him, he deducted; his resistance to surrender to her swarm of slightly jesting insults. "There's no one like me, Detective."

She sipped her drink, acting coy and Nik briefly wondered if she had ever used her dimpled grin as a weapon, because it was fucking him up. She came a little closer, rested her arm on his shoulder, and the distance between them got smaller. He knew that she was trying to ruffle his feathers, grind his gears and watch him crumble when one of the strongest traits about him was his controlled composure and poker face. "Convince you?" His pale blue eyes left her dark gaze and shifted to her lips, only to meet her brown orbs again. "Convince you to do what? Partake in round two with a criminal?"

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reagan-donahue:

The next few hours went by with a flurry of doctors, nurses, tests, and diagnoses. It was determined that the gash on Reagan’s head was big enough to require staples instead of stitches, and so the wound was closed and a portion of her head was wrapped in gauze for initial protection. If all went well, she would be able go without the gauze in a day or so and the staples would come out after about a week and a half. During the whole ordeal, Reagan regained consciousness a few times before drifting off again. For fear of disrupting her or startling her as they closed her wound, the doctors administered a light anesthetic. When the procedure was finished, she was transferred to her own room in the hospital where Devlin and Nik could be with her when she woke up.

Upon opening her eyes again, Reagan was immediately confused - where was she? What was going on? Why did her head hurt? The beeping of the heart monitor cut through her thoughts and she turned her head slightly to glance over at it, the lines jumping just as they should. Her eyes then went to her right hand, which was securely in the grasp of one of Devlin’s, and her left, which was taken by Nik. Reagan groggily tried to lift her head to get a better view of each of them to no avail. “Are you afraid you’re gonna lose me while crossing a street?” she finally said softly in a froggy voice, her dry humor layering on top of the steady beeping.

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As much as he hated hospitals, they reminded him of the many friends he had buried, the many he had sat by the bed of hoping and wishing for their recovery, more often than not to be met with a call a few days later informing him of their passing.. Devlin knew such dark thoughts were not the ones he should be letting in at such a time, but he could not help himself. People died all the time. Especially in their line of work.. yet he could and would not agree to any further harm to come to Reagan. Luckily, the doctors seemed capable, and Nik kept asking all the right questions that Devlin himself could not think of, and so the road from their arrival to a hospital room went a lot smoother than one would initially think. 

Head resting back against the white marble wall, Devlin’s eyes had not left his sisters face since the moment they had wheeled her in. She looked pale. Small and young beyond her actual years. The panic from earlier was still curled around his chest, wound tight like wire. Despite every assurance he could not breathe properly, would not, until she woke up. Staring at her face reminded him time and time again how responsible he was. Not but six months ago she had been safe, far far away from here. And now she was here, in a hospital bed, with some ridiculous bandage around her head. Permanently scared. No apology in the world would suffice. Tightening his hand around her small frail one, he took a shaky breath, which caught the moment she seemed to be coming to. A deep exhale then came, as Dev for a moment had to bury his face in his one free hand , shoulders shaking with a soundless sob. He righted himself though, quickly wiping at his own eyes to offer her a brittle smile. “Best get used to it kid. We’re gonna insist on some continued hand holding from now on.” He tried to joke back, all for her. Anything for her. 

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Nik was usually the type of person to suffer in his own crippling silence. And he had done that waiting for Reagan to wake up in the hospital. He had spent most of his time waiting for her to wake up, exercising his dark thoughts. He knew it was a dangerous game to play, because he knew it was only going to make him worry even more in the long run. But for the first time in his life, the doctors seemed to be onto it. They were quick in diagnosing Reagan, fixing her with with some ruthless staples and they were more than happy in answering all his questions about her health. He had tried to keep himself relatively composed because for the first time in a very long time he felt worried. Fear. And these were emotions he had spent years analyzing and dismantling, Reagan comes back and all composure was thrown out the window.

Though his questions were needling he only did it for Dev's and his own peace of mind. As much as the two of them could relax waiting for her to open her eyes. The doctor's had assured them she would be battered, bruised and sore, but she would recuperate and most likely be fine. He was happy at that fact, because sitting in the hospital waiting for news on her condition was torture. The Taylor brothers didn't leave except for the much needed cigarette. But now, Nik was in front of her, clutching her hand tightly in his own he was sure it was what forced her to open her eyes. He laughed at her words, more than happy she seemed to be back to her old self. Mostly. Though it was hard to stop staring at the large bandage on her head and all the small cuts littering her skin. "You scared the fuck outta us, Reags."

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Reagan had never seen Devlin cry, but even in her dazed state she could tell he was close to doing so and that broke her heart. He apologized and her instinct was to shake her head, but that only caused her to emit another hiss of pain. This wasn’t his fault, none of this was his fault. How could he have known that something this horrible would happen? Her heart sank as she took in the small glimpses of his face that she could see through hooded lids. This was supposed to be the best night of Devlin’s life - everything he had worked for had led to this event. He was showing the world that people who came from nothing could build an empire, and now everything was crashing down. Quite literally.

He pressed his jacket against her head and Reagan cried out, a searing pain shooting through her body. All of a sudden Nik was there too, and the fear in his eyes shook her to her core. She was about to speak again when a flash of long blonde hair caught her eye - except she wasn’t really seeing it in real time, she was remembering something. “Cass?” she mumbled, not sure why Devlin’s wife’s name had come to mind and immediately forgetting she had said it as soon as the syllable passed through her lips.

She looked up at Devlin and Nik again through blurred vision and for the first time since she had come to, Reagan was struck with fear. She could barely see, everything looked hazy, screams and shouts echoed in her ears. Was this what dying felt like? Was she dying? Because this certainly wasn’t how Reagan Donahue planned to go. “I’m tired…” she muttered, knowing that she should fight to stay awake but a wave of fatigue swept over her and refused to lift. Taking one more look at Devlin and Nikolas’ faces, Reagan coughed heavily and then spoke in a broken voice. She was terrified that this was the last chance she was going to get. “I love you…” Her eyes fluttered closed again and the world returned to black, her body going limp but her heartbeat weakly plugging along.

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He had no free hand to reach up and rub the tears out of his eyes. Not that it mattered, tears were reserved for those you truly loved, those you would die for, and that all applied to Reagan. He was the one to shake his head as she moved, tensing up as any movement only served to cause her further pain. Eyes searching wide and frightened for any kind of assistance. But none came. There was no one but himself to blame really. This night had been put together like the huge spectacle it had now turned into. He had been downright naive to think that they could have a celebration in public without any tragedy befalling on account of his second job. Devlin knew he had become a decent actor, but he ought to know that the facade he put on for the rest of the world was not real, and that the real one would come back to bite him in the ass. No, bite his loved ones in the ass. They were paying for his mistakes, and nothing weighed heavier on his shoulders and heart than that.

A stream of husky apologies left his lips as she cried out in pain, pain he was causing her. “I have to. I’m sorry kid I’m so sorry.” The act took all the mental energy he had, so much so that he barley noticed Nik appearing out of the blue. Devlin took deep breaths, holding onto Reagan’s shoulder to keep applying pressure. “I found her like this.” He managed to tell his little brother, glancing in his direction. Hearing his wife’s name sent another spike of fear trough Dev. Had she left like he had asked? Or was she still in here risking her life? He had told her off once but god knew if she had listened that second time. “Cass is fine.” he assured Reagan, not wanting her to worry about anyone but herself right now. Chances were that she had lost a lot of blood, and Dev feared that if they could not get her to the hospital soon then she might be in even more danger. Tired? The fresh panic caused the blonde to shake, his hands and heads shaking simultaneously. “No. No Reagan you have to stay awake.” he insisted, cursing under his breath. “Nik can you see anyone? We need to get her to a hospital.” The urgency was not to be mistaken. Taking back his hand for a minute, Devlin unbuckled his belt, a plan forming in his mind, the helpless brother paralyzation about to fade away as the soldier in him was awakened. “Reags..” The despair from before met a wall. One he had slammed down, hard. Using the belt he buckled his coat, soaked with her blood, to her head, the belt making a workable loop around her head to keep the coat in place. “We need to move her Nik, get up.” Devlin ordered, rising to his own feet and taking Reagan by the shoulders, gesturing for Nik to take the feet, so they could carry her downstairs and outside. Not surprisingly a sea of ambulances were parked right outside. “You ride with her, okay? I’ll follow with Cass.”

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Nik frowned as Cass' name left Reagan's lips, and she looked confused,  battling to stay awake. Worry fluttered through his chest, though it was easy to push all his worries to the back of his mind as his adrenaline took precipice. "No, Reagan, you gotta stay awake, okay?" He leaned back a little, giving her some room for her to gain some bearings, and focus on a fixed point instead of shifting around them. She was fading, fast.

"No," He answered his brother, he had only passed victims of the blast, he hadn't seen emergency services yet. "Only people who are hurt." Devlin's hand came down hard on the floor, and he was about to suggest getting them the hell out of the crumbling building before it collapsed, and then his brother started barking orders. Nik was more than happy to oblige, quickly grabbing Reagan's feet, the Taylor brothers were fast in getting her now unconscious form out to the street where a sea of ambulances were curbside. Nik simply nodded at his brothers instructions, more than willing to have to put up a fight to go with her. He had just got her back, and seeing the EMTs wheeling her unconscious form into the back of an ambulance seemed all too real of what he had thought been his very past, before she had come back.

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Tonight was for work, but that did not mean she couldn’t socialize a bit. Thea was excited to be dressed up, even if her dress was her grandmother’s old Dior gown. It was the nicest thing Thea had ever put on her body. The brunette tucked her hair behind her ear as he eyes landed on the familiar man. It was then - in that moment - that Thea had realized her stupidity. It was then Thea knew how incredibly naive she had been. Nik was not simply the one night fun rich guy she had believed previously. He was a Taylor. He was Nik Taylor and her best friend was Charlotte Royal. In most people’s mind it would be a simple decision. The obvious answer was to not engage and focus on the task at hand for the evening. Thea was only human though and this man was like a carrot on a string. Trying to convince herself to not walk over, the brunette could not help as he feet began to move. “Too bad you’re not sitting. I would of fell into your lap all over again.” God, Thea! Don’t Flirt. “Now I feel like a real idiot. I did not realize you were the Nik Taylor.” A giggle slipped through her lips. 

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Nik had been talking to some people who were doing business with his brother at Taylor Motors. They were the sort of anachronistic people Nik liked to stay away from, leave his brother to deal with so he could linger in the dark and do his work in peace, a process that ran precedent at Strix HQ evidently, and it still seemed to work to this day. Dev was a people person, Nik was not. And that was proven as he saw Thea walk through the crowd, dressed in a dior gown. Their eyes met, and excusing himself from the group without a word extremely rudely, she walked over to meet him. He smirked slightly at her words, a laugh he couldn't help but let escape his smiling lips. "I could find a seat. Round 2 perhaps?" He looked around the room slightly, gazing for a seat that could let the two of them re enact their first meeting before his eyes settled back on her face."The Nik Taylor?" His smirk grew a little, and he wasn't sure to make of the insinuation. "Who did you think I was exactly?"

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Everything went fuzzy again for a moment, but suddenly there was a voice cutting through the haze. “Devlin…” His voice echoed inside her head and he sounded very far away, but she knew that it was him. Reagan’s eyes opened again and there he was, looking down on her intently with his face twisted in fear. She blinked a few times and each time she did, it seemed as if he was closer to her, than farther away, then closer again. Her eyes tried to focus and look for signs that he was hurt, but she grew too tired and closed them again. When he turned her over she hissed with pain, her teeth clenching together with such force that she felt like they might shatter. “Head…” she managed to get out, though in her mind she had just uttered a complete sentence. Her eyes opened again and she glanced around, trying to figure out what was going on. “What happened?”

He breathed a huge sigh of relief as she spoke his name, shoulders slumping forward, having tensed up immensely at the thought of her being incapacitated or worse. At least she was speaking, that was something. Though he suspected her head had been bashed real good, seeing as she was in and out of conciousness, like so many soldiers on the battlefields he had been on. Friends and teammates and enemies alike. But none of them had been as close to his heart as she was. My little sister. He didn’t care about DNA or blood, that was what she would always be to him no matter what. At the sound of her hissing in pain her grimaced, swallowing hard, eyes going to the back of her head which he could now more clearly see. There was a huge gash at the back. Something must have struck her, hard. “I’m so sorry kid I didn’t..” He had to steel himself to keep from breaking down. The mere sight of her hurt like this had him on an edge he hadn’t been on in years and years, feeling absolutely ruined. This was his fault. No doubt in his mind the Royals had decided to strike at his gang and his family, and strike hard. And now she was suffering. That was his mistake. Security, vigilance, precautions, they had all been seen to but clearly not well enough. Running a hand trough his hair Dev shrugged out of his coat jacket. “This is going to hurt but I need to put pressure on your wound, okay? Try to lay still.” He cautioned as he pressed the cloth against the back of her head, hoping to stop the bleeding. “Someone detonated a bomb downstairs. Thats all I know.” Sitting there, he glanced around for help, calling out a couple of times, hoping someone downstairs would hear him and come to help them out. She needed medical help, professional help. More than he could offer. 

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Nik had been on the balcony with Kira when the explosion hit. The blast and rush of air from the explosion blew the glass windows to pieces, and they shattered over the two of them who had been enjoying some frisky solitude with a view of the London skyline.  After making sure that the two of them were okay, a part from slightly perforated ear drums and small cuts that littered their forms and thumping heartbeats, they were quick to enter the carnage and to search the fallen victims of... whatever the fuck had just happened. It had to have been a bomb, though he wasn't entirely sure. His mind focused on finding his brother and Reagan first and foremost, he could try make sense of it all later. They made their way past people under rubble, some of them looked unconscious, some people had minor injuries, and some people looked beyond any help at all.And Nik didn't care. He just needed to find his family, the few people in the world he truly cared about.

Quickly looking over numerous faces, making his way through the mass of hurt bodies, he heard his brother's voice. Shouting. Looking around he quickly spotted a head of blonde hair that resembled his brothers. Sprinting over, he reached Dev's crouched form and realized he was kneeling over Reagan. Her eyes were open, though she was covered in gashes, and blood pooled around her head. He would have assumed the worst if she didn't look to be moderately coherent. "What the fuck?" It was the only thing that made sense that could escape his lips at this point, as the concept of losing Reagan - again - brewed in the front of his mind. His eyes flew to his brothers form as Nik came to his knees next to Reagan's body. His hand reached out to touch the side of her face and he didn't even think if he was causing her more pain, it was simply his natural reaction to seeing her lying on the ground, hurt, bloodied and broken. "Holy shit, Reagan, can you talk? Are you okay?"

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kiraxocallaghan:

Kira certainly was no stranger to an event with such elegance, in fact, she quite often preferred them to spending countless nights in bar and nightclubs. The flashy and expensive interior was much more her scene, and it meant she could dress to the nines. Maintaining her image was almost as important to her as breathing, and her date only elevated it. The mask had arrived unexpectedly, yet also somewhat expected considering the amount of times they had spent in one another’s company. They showered each other with attention, just in different forms. Nik knew how to please her - in the form of expensive gifts - and she knew how to please him. He was unlike many of the men she had previously met in London, and that only enticed her in even more. Nik was like the sun; the longer she looked the more damage it would cause, and yet she simply could not will herself to look away.

The London skyline, especially at night, wasn’t a view one grew accustomed to. Kira had lived in the city for a good few months now, at the sparkling lights in the distance always captivated her in different ways each time she was stood before them. The sound of his voice pulled her back, her head turning to face him again as a smile began to grow upon her perfectly painted lips. “You can spend all night at your club but you can’t spend more than a few hours at an elaborate family event. You, Nikolas Taylor, continue to surprise me.” Kira’s intrigue towards the man stood beside her had become too strong for her to walk away. “Although I’m sure we could have fun of our own out here…” the brunette leaned in closer - the cigarette smoke being something she cared little about - her hand moved to tug ever so lightly on the lapel of his jacket as her gaze trickled upwards to meet his.

He smirked at her words, and realized he might have felt slightly bad in not revealing more of his true form to Kira. He wasn't just a owner of Pandemonium, or chief business officer at Taylor Motors. He was lead strategist for the Strix, a gang baby born and bred, raised by parents that liked to fight, drink to excess, and break the law. "No, the tedious conversation? Monotonous classical music? What about that sounds worthy of our company?" He wasn't the type of man to enjoy these events, even though his closet consisted mostly of custom made designer suits fit for soiree’s like it, Nik preferred to be doing anything else. Pandemonium sounded good, but he had Kira on his arm tonight, and his apartment sounded even better.

She leaned in ever so slightly, her eyes drifting over his form until her bright blue eyes met his own as he wound his arm around her waist. Her small hands gripped the lapel of his jacket to bring them even closer. "Fun?" He questioned with a smirk, and his loose grip on her waist tightened, bringing her frame to press tightly against his own, and his hand drifted down the expanse of her back, closely to her ass. "What kind of fun would that be?"

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vacillatingxdestiny:

If it would have been anywhere but London and any crowd than the often-law-breaking-crime-inclined elites, she would have perhaps even enjoyed the current spectacle. But as was often the case, her aspirations for a peaceful event settling precariously like a dew drop on a leaf, Valeria prepared herself for a long night ahead. Masks and masquerade balls had been her fascination since teenage years, something about the ability to hide for a moment, to attempt and navigate the vast possibility of just what it meant to not be fixed on an identity intriguing her. It was also perhaps why she had hardly questioned herself twice before internally accepting the invite she had received though the fact of just who was hosting the event was never far from her mind. It seemed that in a short span of time, both the Taylor brothers were attempting to get under her skin in different ways and now more than ever her guard was up. She had to confess though that seeing the youngest Taylor with a pretty lady had made her feel…something and also served as a much needed reminder of just what she had been getting into.

As a norm after taking note of all the possible exit routes, she began walking towards the bar, momentarily halting on recognising the figure there before smirking and marching on. This was how it would be and it was certainly for the best she reminded herself ordering a drink, hardly bothering to acknowledge him. It was only when he spoke that she slowly raised her to meet those icy hues, instantly reminded of the last time she had seen them and the myriad of expressions they had carried then- mischief, victory, ecstasy and confusion. She definitely needed to erase that tape if they had to ever interact casually again. “Oh it’s… you. Couldn’t really recognise you in this sea of similar people. Nothing much stands out you know. Maybe you should work on that” Valeria began with a nonchalant smile gesturing in his general direction “And by the way you speak one would think we both would have crossed oceans and mountains or worked together. What have we really been through?” She moved an inch closer purposely dropping her attention to his lips before meeting his eyes again, her voice low and husky “Ruffling your bedroom sheets hardly counts now does it Nikolas?” Val smirked directing her gaze for a moment to where his date was chatting before resting it on the bartender who placed her drink in front of her. Smirking was safe, Nonchalantly ignoring his very existence was very safe but analysing just why she had experienced the slight tightening of her chest when she had seen him walk in with his date was not and she most certainly did not want to follow or inspect that tangle of emotions.

He would have been slightly wounded by her words if she didn't have that look behind her eyes, or slight mischievous smirk curving the corner of her red painted lips. Val hadn't been around to see Nik since their night in his apartment. He made a mental note to find out some personal details, either willingly or unwillingly. A phone number at least. And simply asking for it just seemed so... unworthy of Valentina Santiago's attention. They had their little game of cat and mouse, though at this point he felt like the lines of who was who were slightly blurred. The attraction between them was undeniable, and he knew that she might have tried to reason that whatever the two of them had, or had done, was wrong. But that's because she was a moralistic being driven by doing the right thing, and Nik preferred to live at complete mercy of his pleasures. Which was why a large part of his brain rationalized that sleeping with a Detective, when his family ran a gang, wasn't wrong. That they weren't partaking in some age old feud between the police force and his family.

"See, I think that's a blessing, being able to disappear in the crowd, being part of the repetitious swarm of people. It's refreshing for someone with my sort of stature." He smirked slightly. She stepped forward a little, and he watched her dark eyes gaze over his face, settling on his lips before meeting his eyes once more. "What have we really been through? Oh, Detective Santiago, you wound me." His large hand rested on his chest before it rested back on the bar.

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Nik was standing at the bar, ordering a drink after talking with his brother. His date for the night had found some other company from work, and he was more than happy to let her sort that shit out before coming back to meet him for a drink. He ordered a Knappogue 51, on the rocks, because he was in that particular sort of mood. He was waiting for the bartender to find the particular top shelf whiskey that he had assured his brother be present at this soiree if his own presence was compulsory.

His eyes peeked out to the crowd before him, as he leaned against the bar, surveying the sea of people in fancy gowns and suits, faces hidden beneath masks. He could get away with talking to anyone who didn't know him well, one of the negatives being that he could also miss many faces he was supposed to recognize. And then he noticed Val, approaching through the crowd, he could spot her easily, even in a crowded room. Black dress, red painted lips. Their eyes met and they shared a knowing smirk before she reached the bar. Eyes straight ahead, she ordered a drink from the bartender that placed down his freshly made beverage. He waited for her to speak, or even further acknowledge his presence, and she did nothing of the sort. Which only made his smirk grow. "Really? You going to resort these childish ways, Detective? After all we've been through?"

@vacillatingxdestiny

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Nik surveyed the party his family had put on. It was a classy event, with people surrounding the hotel in fancy gowns, suits and masks. He had arrived with Kira, Whitney Royal’s bodyguard, dressed in a gold gown that had all the men staring as they walked, talked and drank champagne. He was used to that however, whenever they went out anywhere together. Nik and Kira had their weird little string of dates extending over the recent past. He had spotted her in his club and had approached her. They shared some witty, playful banter and an unspoken attraction between the two of them transpired. At first it had been entirely sexual, of course he sweetened the deal with a mountain of gifts; jewellery, clothes, and expensive dinners.  Then the two of them got to know each other a little more personally, and he found out she worked for Royal Industries as a bodyguard, and she had no idea of his illicit side career, as her employer’s enemy in fact. The situation he had fallen into accidentally seemed too good of an opportunity to pass up. And so here he was. Or they were. Together.

The two of them were out on the balcony, standing incredibly close together, Nik was leaning with his hip against the railing, a fantastic view of the streets below, his eyes could only stare at Kira’s silhouette in front of him. The last 15 years of his nicotine addiction under his belt showing, he spoke perfectly as his lit cigarette dangled between his lips. "When do you think is an acceptable amount of time before we can get out of here, princess?" His pale blue eyes meeting the bright pools of her own and a infinitesimally small smirk curved his mouth at the insinuation of doing something more fun. “Think my brother will know if we duck out early?”

@kiraxocallaghan

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Bloody London Event 003 - Masquerade

[annacronista-a]

fdtd moodboards → richard gecko

“You know, I’m not just some dipshit triggerman who screams at bank tellers to open their drawers. I am a scientist, a master tactician. I am a lock artist. And this is what I do. When something doesn’t make sense, I figure it out.”

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thealivvy:

There are certain moments in life that you realize are special as you are living them. It is a rare situation to be in, but everyone has at least two or three of them. When someone is trying something new and the sensation is amazing, sometimes there is a thought that perhaps he or she has changed forever. Maybe they are a new person. The next day they wake up and they are exactly the same. When you know this is a one time event where you try something new and are simply different for the night, it’s special. Thea knew in this moment that she was in one of those situations. She was about to have herself an insane night to remember, but the likelihood of it happening again was slim to none. She had simply fell into the right lap.  “A dog.” She chimed loudly, holding her arms around as she held him. The night was getting stranger by the minute.

If someone told her she would be leaving this club with a hot man and his dog in an insane car to go get french fries, Thea would of thought they were crazy. Yet here she was smiling and giggling like a child climbing into something that looked more like a transformer than a car. “Holy shit.” Thea muttered under her breath as she placed the dog in her lap. Her eyes wandered the vehicle wondering how much money the man had to muster up in exchange for the machinery. “Excuse my language, but I’ve never touched something so - well expensive before.” She giggled again. Petting the dog, she bounced up and down in her seat. “To french fries!” She chimed.

He looked over the woman in front of him, unfailingly happy, and seemingly innocent, full of wonder and committed to living in the moment. She scooped up Hades in her arms happily, and he thought about how she had fallen right into his lap. Literally. They entered the vehicle, all three of them, and he started his car and his dog settled in his new companions lap. He smirked at her compliment, "Never? This isn't a Bugatti or anything." And he suddenly wondered what kind of life Thea lived. Curiosity taking precedence. "What do you do? When you're not, you know, falling into people's laps and eating french fries?"

He pulled out of the back alley of Pandemonium, and into the bustling traffic of London. It was late and regardless a horde of cars littered the streets, and that's what he loved about his home town. It was a city that never slept. It had treated him well, and poorly too. Growing up was hard, but thus was the life as a Taylor son. He wondered how well the city had treated this woman, it was hard with her happy and excited nature to tell exactly. He was used to sour faced strategists, assassins and interrogators. Whatever it was he found it weirdly stimulating, something different than his everyday life. His mind deterred, "Where do ya wanna go?" He pulled up to a red light and fiddled with the sound system, turning on the radio. "There's this diner about 6 blocks away, I go there all the time with Hades."