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maddox-sisero·:
The party so far had been far more tame than he had expected, though he also knew that things may change at any moment and so even if he looked relaxed and even having fun he was on edge and ready to whatever went down, he had flirted with some heiresses, causally trying to find any information about the diamonds or more about the family that was throwing this lavish party. So far he had also been able to not run into any of the members of other mafias, now he wasnât going to start random fights but the other mafias he wasnât so sure of.
After getting a new drink he headed outside for a moment, getting a bit sick of how closed the place felt at the moment. He smiled when he saw Luca was there as well âWell well, you look very handsome tonight DâAmore, are you planning to trick a socialite into letting you into her room?â He was pretty sure he had seen Baby around and she hadnât been with Luca but with Marcus so he wasnât going to say anything, in case the other man didnât know and Maddox wasnât going to make him angry.
@lucavdamore
Lucaâs mind was distracted; he was trying to think of the possibility of garnering clients for the evening when he could have sworn heâd seen dark fabric and a mop of brown hair streak past him in the ballroom. Kingsley. It shouldnât have surprised him that the Irish had gotten wind of the party, but knowing that one of his greatest competitors on the market was likely prowling about the Golightly gala somewhere was enough to have his nerves on edge.
He had to beat her out for the best steal of the night. It was unacceptable otherwise.
âSisero, if you arenât a sight for sore eyes,â Luca said, blinking away his thoughts in favor of turning a wry grin on the dark-haired man now sauntering towards him on the balcony. Luca glanced down at his ensemble tonight and then at Maddoxâs, using a hand to gesture to his friendâs get-up for the evening. âI could say the same for you--get all dolled up just for me, did you? Why would I need a socialite when I have the Vinny to my Pauly D?â he finished, taking a sip from his tumbler and setting the glass down on the rail beside him.Â
âSo, whatâs the boss got you here for tonight?â
dravennappo·:
âThings were better when I was young. Everything is so expensive now.â Draven grumbled before taking a sip of his drink. âIâm alone, I couldnât think of anyone I wanted to suffer through this party with me tonight. This party is a little bit over the top. We never had lavish parties for birthdays in my family. My father refused to spend money on stuff we didnât need.âÂ
"Spoken like a true old person,â Luca said with a grin and a wink, lifting his glass to cheer Draven before taking a sip himself. âWhat, you mean itâs even too over the top for someone like you? Come now, Johnson, I know youâre not one to shy away from a little razzle dazzle every once in a while.â He glanced around, his nose scrunching up slightly.
âBut youâre right. The petting zoo is overkill.â
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babydoefoot·:
For the first time in all the years that she had known Luca, the only thing in the world that Baby wanted was for him to leave. There was a reason that she had asked Marcus to escort her to Bunnyâs birthday instead of seeking out the burly arms dealer - several, in fact, and she wasnât willing to share a single one of them with him anytime soon. There were things about herself that she would never be able to tell Luca - secrets about her past and scars that cut far too deeply for her to ever reveal to him. She trusted Marcus more, if only because she knew that he wouldnât toss her aside so long as she remained useful to him, no matter how fucked up she was - he didnât need to fully care about her for Baby to still find comfort in the warmth of his arms when she was sobbing about her childhood and the lost sister she had been searching for her whole life. Baby Doefoot had gotten incredibly used to taking what she could get however she was capable of finding it, and even more so, she had become accustomed to pretending that men gave a damn about her even when it couldnât have been any more clear that they did not.Â
However, this altercation between Luca and Marcus was everything that she had been hoping to avoid tonight. She still didnât understand why the two men hated each other as much as they did - werenât they on the same team?! - but it was clear that the hatred and rivalry that they shared ran far too deep for them to push it to the side even for just a single evening. It was all getting to be too much for her, knowing that Bunny was so close and yet so far, Lucaâs presence and the fact that he was nothing short of livid with both her and MarcusâŠshe was normally so good at remaining cool, calm, and composed, but right now, it felt as if years of abuse and pain were bubbling up inside of her, and she wasnât sure if she would be able to swallow them back any longer. Doing her best to block out Luca - a difficult feat if one had ever existed - Baby drew in a shaky breath and nodded appreciatively when Marcus leaned in and told her that he thought their window of opportunity was approaching. He had meant what he said when he had promised not to let her down, and she would do whatever he wanted afterward as a means of payment - especially if it meant that she didnât need to go home alone once everything was said and done.
Except - Luca wasnât having it. Angrier than she had ever seen him before, the club owner was nothing short of livid, and Baby had to bite back a dismayed little noise as she realized that he wasnât about to let the matter between them drop. He was beingâŠan ass, come to think of it, and it was when he spoke of keeping her safe that the call girl couldnât help but speak up. âSo itâs perfectly fine for me to attend events like these when youâre whoring me out to one of your clients, but not when itâs of my own volition? If you didnât notice, I was perfectly fine and perfectly safe with Marcus before you stormed over here like an angry bulldog!â Her voice rose, then, high-pitched and indignant, and her eyes widened incredulously when Luca continued on with his tirade. Hell hath no fury like an Italian man when his ego was being threatened, and it was when Luca stepped forward and shoved Marcus away from her that Baby let out a cry of shock and surprise. âI - ohmygod, stop it! Luca Dâamore, you asshole!â A crowd had begun to gather around them, completely blocking her view of the door that Bunny was supposed to come out of at any moment, and Baby felt her heart sink into her already-nervous stomach. Everything was going terribly, terribly wrong, and the room had started to spin - she couldnât breathe.Â
Luca had rolled up his sleeves and was clearly rearing for a fight, just like a red-visioned bull in the ring with a matador, and Baby took a frantic step forward, her glittering heels clacking on the marble ballroom floor as she reached helplessly for one of Marcusâ strong arms. This couldnât continue - she needed to find Bunny before it was too late. âMarcus, please,â she whispered shakily, her voice a cracking, pitiful plea compared to the snarls of the arms dealer; she would feel awful for humiliating Luca publicly later on, but right nowâŠfor the love of god, all that mattered to Baby was making it to her sister in time. If Luca took that away from herâŠâDonât fight with him. Walk away with me, Iâm begging you. Things can still go according to our plan, right? Please, Iâm soâŠâ Her voice broke, and she had to duck her glossy blonde head down to rest her brow against his shoulder for a brief moment, her tiny hand trembling where it was clutching at the jacket of his suit. âIâll do anything you want. Anything you ask for. Just - donât let him ruin this.â It wasnât Lucaâs fault for not understanding - it wasnât Lucaâs fault that there were parts of Baby that she was far too terrified to ever share with him - but if a fight between the two men were to truly break out and she missed her one chance of reuniting with her sisterâŠBaby wasnât certain if that was something she would ever truly be able to recover from.Â
@marcussblackman
Marcus was, relatively-speaking, a very patient man. He tolerated the occasional sass from his underlings, so long as they produced results. He was willing to wait years to plot revenge against an ex who had stolen millions from him just to relish the comeuppance. But this bullshit? Challenging him to a fight in neutral territory, when they were supposed to be securing precious resources for the Italian mafia? This wasnât just a risk to their âfamilyâ, or the dumbest fucking move to have graced his eyes. This was humiliation. It was the sort of crime that would have gotten a bullet between the eyes of Luca DâAmore anywhere else, with no one so much as blinking at the extreme punishment.
This was goddammned disrespectful, and Marcus didnât tolerate disrespect.
âNow look at what youâve done. Youâve just gone and pissed me right the fuck off. You want to threaten me, DâAmore? What do you think dear old boss is going to think of that?â Dante might have (allegedly) given Luca instructions to attend, but Marcus was still well-above him in terms of ranking. When he wanted someone to walk, theyâd fucking do it until they passed out from exhaustion. And theyâd get back up and walk some more. That was what being an underboss meant. âThreatening me is a threat against Dante, and I wonât have that kind of garbage under my roof. Do I make myself clear? Iâm not your acquaintance. Iâm not your friend. Iâm your fucking boss and you better step the fuck down if you want to keep your appendages attached.â His tone grew more agitated by the minute, knuckled cracking as he fought back the urge to dislocate his jaw as a taster of what was to come.Â
As he felt hands come into contact with his chest, he nearly lurched forwards, eagar to beat in the arms dealerâs face and show him just how powerless he really was. But a soft cry and a tug on one of his arms stilled his fists. Baby was there, and he needed her more than he needed Luca on almost any given day. Marcus stilled for her sake, recovering his stance and drawing himself up to his full impressive height. He listened to her pleas with a face as still as stone, weighing the pros and cons of each possible action he could take. It was so rare, for Baby to ask him for anything, and the opportunities that could arise that night were unlike any of his previous scores. She was a clever woman, dangling a free favour in front of his face after all of her confessions and efforts to appease him thus far. As for Luca, wellâŠMarcus knew where he lived.
Marcus looked at Luca, then back to Baby, and made his choice.
The underboss let out a slow breath, unclenching his fists and regaining his composure; something Luca was clearly unable to do. âGo stick your nose in someone elseâs business, Luca. You donât have what it takes to see the big picture. Iâm sure youâve got plenty of other women youâd like to get your hands on tonight, but Babyâs off-limits.â It was a goddammned miracle that Marcus had been willing to offer him even that, after Lucaâs blatant challenging of his authority. God, he was going soft. âNow Baby, Iâm going to hold you to that promise, you hear me? Sorry about the detour.â Marcus brought a hand up to stoke her golden hair, opting to comfort her rather than deal with Lucaâs bullshit any longer. He pulled her in by the waist and turned his back to Luca, coaxing her back into the crowd. âYou should thank Baby, DâAmore. She saved your ass tonight. Now if you donât mind, I have a meeting to get to.â
@lucavdamore
No one ignored Luca Nicola DâAmore and walked away intact. He might not have been as high ranking as Marcus fucking Blackman, but he had carved his way to the seat he occupied now in the Italian Mob. Blood, sweat, tears, and charisma--he had made sure his name was branded on his enemies, one way or another. It might not have been a name everybody immediately knew or thought of when they thought of organized crime in New York City, but he was hellbent on making that dream a reality. One day, he would be as infamous and revered as Marcus Blackman. And the next time that prick ignored him, he would make sure he paid for it dearly. With his life, even.
âMen threaten you every day, Blackman; if you think Iâm the only enemy you have in the family, youâre a whole ass moron,â he seethed through gritted teeth. He was prepared to speak up further, perhaps to respond to Marcusâ snipe that Luca had gone and pissed him off, when Baby was calling him an asshole. His gaze shot to her, his stance still rigid and rife with tension as his gaze swept over her frame. After everything theyâd been through, she would dare to stand here and paint him as the villain between the two of them? She would ignore the way Marcus used her--he was clearly using her tonight, though the motivation remained undetermined--in favor of calling Luca the asshole here? No, no, no, that simply would not do.
âDonât forget who put you in that Givenchy creation draped all over you before you go off acting like a little asshole yourself,â Luca snapped, betrayal lashing through him with the force of a physical blow. It was almost enough to leave him staggering, a wound crinkling and fissuring open in the center of his chest as he realized that his girl was going to take Marcusâ side. For whatever reason or by whatever means necessary, she had chosen him tonight. âYou would be nowhere without me, princess, and donât you fucking forget that. You think this prick would have taken care of you the way I did? You donât think that once heâs done with you, heâs going to throw you out like an old doll? I have dressed you, paid you, fed you--Iâve given you everything your little heart has ever desired, and this is the thanks I get? Spat in my face while you practically hump Blackman at an event you arenât prepared to handle the magnitude of?â He paused, indignation and repulsion flitting across his face when she brought up him whoring her out.
âThe events I whore you out at, if youâre going to be fucking frank, donât end with a bullet pressing between your shoulder blades. This event isnât safe for you, but maybe Blackmanâs seduced you into thinking otherwise. I can only teach you how to use your body to your advantage, not how to gain common sense.â
But then Baby was pleading with Marcus, telling him that she would do anything he asked of her, so long as he didnât let Luca ruin their evening, and he felt himself step out of his own body. He blinking, his ears ringing as his vision tunneled and fragments of a memory sprung to his mind, bleeding before him like ink running through paper. A woman, with raven hair in tight ringlets, grabbing her husband who still had the leather cord of a belt wrapped around his fist. Her fingers, almost feather-light on the manâs bicep as she attempted to turn him away from the young boy sprawled over the side of a bed, biting his lower lip to keep the cries from slipping out of his mouth with each lashing he received. Lucaâs back was throbbing, the pain of broken skin, cracked like pavement on a hot summer day, echoing down to his very bones.
Please, Francesco, the woman was pleading, tugging at her husbandâs arm. Donât let him ruin this. The agency said if we prove ourselves, weâll finally be allowed to adopt. The boy is dysfunctional, donât let him ruin this for us. Heâs broken.
Heâs broken.
The sounds of laughter and glasses clinking together brought him back to the present, and by the time Luca had come to, Marcus was already pointedly leading Baby away from them. Marcusâ fingers rested against Babyâs hair, and Luca swore he saw red blot out his vision. He didnât feel like playing with Luca now, but the arms dealer knew that Marcus would come back for him later. Monsters always came for their prey in the dark. But Luca wasnât prey--he was a fucking predator, and heâd be damned if Marcus got away with everything heâd worked towards collecting for himself these long years. They were relatively isolated, most of the party having gravitated outside or to other rooms, as Luca flicked back his suit jacket in favor of pulling out the sleek black Beretta pistol heâd kept strapped to his hip--a personal favorite, truly--and went through the mechanics of loading the gun and removing the safety. The magazine clip loaded with a clip, Luca adjusted the gun in his grip, and removed the safety as he aimed for Marcus.Â
He could shoot him in the heart, he supposed; Luca would take quite a bit of satisfaction watching the bullet enter through Marcusâ spinal cord, paralyzing him just before it grazed his heart and the life stuttered out of him. Or he could shoot him in the head--a clean shot, if done correctly, but there was always the problem of people sometimes living with brain injuries. But no, no--Luca didnât want to kill Marcus Blackman. Not here, not now; not like this. Instead, he lowered his gaze, his jaw clenched as he aimed for a vulnerable spot on Lucaâs leg. Right by his thigh; it wouldnât kill him and likely wouldnât break any bones, but it would at least halt Marcus long enough for Luca to get what he wanted. Control of the situation. He aimed, thanking himself for having the sense to put his silencer on the gun before heading out for the evening, and with a squeeze of the trigger, he watched as the bullet lodged itself in Marcusâ thigh.
âWe arenât done until I say we are, Blackman,â Luca said smoothly, walking--with all the time in the world, really, because Blackman sure as hell wouldnât be walking straight any time soon--towards him, circling him like a predator and glaring at both of them. Marcus was high above him in the food chain, and Luca knew he would pay for this later--but whatever Marcus was planning, it wouldnât have ended well for Baby. He could tell by the greedy glimmer in Marcusâ eyes. And whether or not Baby felt like being an ungrateful bitch, she was still his. He would protect her, no matter the cost. âI asked you nicely before, but superior or not, letâs get one thing clear. Whatever youâre planning, you self-absorbed prick, leave my girl out of it.â
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dravennappo·:
âIâm not that old. I canât even get a senior discount at the coffee shop, believe me Iâve tried.â Draven rolled his eyes. âPlus you of all people should know how much women like older guys.âÂ
He sipped his drink as he looked around the room. âDid you bring Baby with you tonight? I havenât seen her around yet.âÂ
"Alright trying for senior discounts? Next you know, youâll be lamenting about how much better everything was when you were young,â Luca managed with a wicked grin. He loved busting Dravenâs chops, in all honesty; the man was a great sport when it came to these sort of quips and jabs.Â
âNot tonight, Iâm afraid; I didnât think it would be wise to bring her, considering weâre here mainly for business and not pleasure,â Luca explained with a pointed look in Dravenâs direction. âWhat about you? Bring a woman with you tonight?â
marcussblackman·:
babydoefoot·:
Baby was more nervous than she had been in an incredibly long time - more so than she could recall being for her audition at the Inferno, more so than she had been the first time Marcus had sent her undercover to retrieve information for himâŠno, the butterflies floating around in her stomach right now were an entirely different species; she could hardly breathe without choking on their fluttering wings. She was so close to Bunny - so close to the baby sister she had endured hell with only to be so cruelly torn away from - and she didnât even know what she was going to say when or if she was able to reunite with her face to face. Tucked away in Marcusâ jacket was the small velvet box she had pleaded with him to hold onto for her, and inside of it was the other half of a friendship necklace that she had been carrying around with her ever since her fifth birthday. It was cheap and dingy, purchased directly from a toy dispenser in the mall for a quarter that she had scrounged for in the bottom of their motherâs purse, but Baby could still remember how delighted Bunny had been to be given something so dainty and pretty to wear.
Baby could still remember the way Bunny had clung to it in one chubby toddler fist as she endured one horror after another at the hands of her father and his friends. As if it was all she had to hold onto when Baby wasnât able to protect her from them.Â
Right now, Marcus was the only form of comfort that she had, and Baby was more grateful than ever for his sturdy presence at her side. She wasnât an idiot - she knew that he hadnât brought her along as his date solely for her own benefit, but she was incredibly grateful for him nevertheless. He knew things about her and her past that she had never been able to share with anyone before, and she would never be able to repay him for the way that he had held her in his arms that tearful night. She almost never broke down like that, and she had been terrified that he would turn her away because of it - just as she feared on a daily basis that Luca would if he ever found out about just how fucked up she was due to the life she had once lived. Even as she fretted and asked him for the tenth time if he had her present for Bunny, Marcus still drew her close up against him, and Baby let out a shaky little sigh of relief when she felt the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing soothingly into the bare, creamy skin of her arm. He was right - he had never let her down in the past, and so long as she remained by his side, she had nothing to fear or worry about. Now all that was left was for her to find her way to Bunny, and then -Â
Oh no. Oh no. Luca.Â
It all happened so fast. One moment, Marcus was leaning down to murmur in her ear to warn her of the impending arrival of one very infamous arms dealer, and the next he was pulling her even closer up against him before moving them in Lucaâs direction. Normally, Baby would have been over the moon at the sight of him, but right now - right now, when she was finally reaching the end of an incredibly personal, incredibly intimate, and incredibly painful journey she had set out on for herself, all she could think of was how desperately she had tried to hide everything that was bruised and broken and bloodied about herself from him. She was meant to be his good, perfect girl, his shining star that he could count on rain, wind, or snow - something that she couldnât continue to be for him when she was as vulnerable and on-edge as she was right now.
As always, Marcus and Luca were anything but friendly with one another - why, Baby didnât fully understand - and the young dancer found herself nervously nibbling on her full bottom lip as they exchanged a series of venomous barbs. Luca wasnât just upset with Marcus, though - no, the same anger was in his stormy gaze as he looked at her in the dress he had given her, clutching onto Marcusâ arm as if she couldnât bear the thought of taking even a single step away from the underboss. What he didnât realize was that he was the only thing keeping her upright. âLuca - I asked Marcus to bring me here tonight.â Babyâs voice was soft but insistent as she finally managed to speak; the PTSD that she had buried inside of her for so long was coming out in spades, and she had to cling tighter to Marcus as a result, her free hand coming up to rub anxiously at the delicate hollow of her flushed throat. âIâm the one that wasnât invited between the three of us; he - heâs doing me a favor,â she continued in a hushed, fervent tone, looking up and over Lucaâs head just in case she happened to miss Bunnyâs entrance. âNow please, I - donât make a scene or start a fight. Itâs very important that Iâm here; there - thereâs something that I need to do. Please, IâmâŠâ She had to squeeze her eyes shut for a moment, before managing to look up at Marcus helplessly, anxiously, and for the first time in her life, she was all but ignoring Lucaâs presence out of sheer necessity. âDo you see the guards? Have they come out yet?â
@marcussblackman·
Why didnât it surprise him that fucking Luca DâAmore was always showing up at the wrong place at the wrong time? The bastard had probably gotten a whiff of money and weaseled his way into the event, much to Marcusâ immense annoyance. This was supposed to be his operation. While the other Italians were off seducing the small fry of the party, he was going to deliver the Golightlys straight to Dante on a silver platter, with fucking little green, white and red bows to mark the occasion. But no, Luca just had to come in with his infuriating face and make a mess of his careful calculations.Â
Fucking hell, his score was supposed to be huge.
âFunny that. I thought my role was to manage the family. You know, make sure people go where theyâre supposed to. Maybe if I didnât contact you, that should have been a fucking hint, huh?â Marcus shot back, his relaxed demeanor shifting ever so slightly as his temper rose. He had a feeling Lucaâs reaction would have been sour had they been seen together, but if the underboss didnât know better, his look was more murderous than usual. It was better just to piss him off so he would leave faster. âBesides, itâs a free country. I asked her out and she said yes. She ainât working today, so whatâs the big deal?â
Marcus could feel Baby tightening her grip and he stole a look at her. The way she trembled, the colour rising along the curve of her slim throat had red flags all over it, and the longer Luca stayed, the worse it would get. Even if he didnât empathize with the importance of that night to the dancer, he knew a ticking time bomb when he saw one. With her sister due to arrive at any given moment, and the rising tensions that suffocated the air between the trio, it was no wonder that she wasnât in the most stable emotional state. He huffed, looking back at Luca with unfettered malice. âShe ainât your girl tonight. Sheâs mine, by prior arrangement. So piss off and reacquaint yourself with your right hand, will you? Do us all a goddamned favour.â He made a dismissive gesture, turning his full attention to Babyâs question.Â
He looked past Luca, scanning the crowd and noticing a slight shift as people started to flock away from the dance floor to something, or someone on the other side. âI see some movement further in. Got a good feeling about this one.â He was careful not to be too explicit with his reply. If this was something that Baby didnât want Luca knowing, at the very least he would respect that. Far be it for him to tell her sob story to someone else. Besides, this whole ignoring Luca thing? Marcus was a fan. âIf we go now, we should be able to make it. Assuming a certain someone leaves us the hell alone.â
@lucavdamore
"You donât want me to make a scene? Sweetheart, Iâll give you an entire fucking Broadway musical if I want to.â Luca protested in disbelief, his brows arching high on his forehead as Baby all but turned her gaze fretfully in his direction. He couldnât explain the sickening feeling that punched its way into his stomach when she indicated that she had asked Marcus to bring her to this event tonight. But--it shouldnât have mattered to him, right? She was just one in a long line of bitches that he fucked and toyed around with in the bedroom. Except--no sooner had the thought entered his mind than something in Luca was repelling the very idea of it. He couldnât explain it, but it didnâtâit didnât sound right. Baby wasnât just some woman he fucked and then sent on her way; she was his baby girlâhis number one dancer, a real member of his team. But their relationship had always been volatile; intensely physical and a force of nature.
So why was it when he looked at her now, draped all over Marcusâ arm and clearly desiring to be with him tonight instead, that he felt as though someone had punched him in the gut? Why did it make him want to scoop Marcusâ eyeballs out and feed them to his fucking dog?
âYou asked him here? Baby, if I thought this was the sort of event you would be safe at, I would have brought you my fucking self,â he snapped, irritation clouding his otherwise chiseled features. Luca felt the beginnings of a snarl warping his face; it was becoming increasingly impossible to maintain his cool, even though he was certain Blackman was lapping up his rage like a fine wine. She was all but ignoring him, shaking Luca off as though he were little more than a dog begging at her heels, and indignation lit him ablaze like a kindling fire. She was blowing him off? âEverything Iâve done to protect you and youâre going to go falling to your knees begging this motherfucker for scraps? Bitch canât even remember to cut his hair half the fucking time.â
âDante suggested I come, you self-absorbed cockmonkey, so mind your fucking tongue before I carve it out of your mouth,â Luca barked at Marcus, redirecting his attention to the prick who stood between him and his prized dancer. He knew he was playing with fire, insulting the Underboss in such a public environment, but there was something about Luca that had always been off-kilter; a bit too chaotic for his own good. And what Marcus was doingâtaking control of the situation, taking control of Babyâdidnât sit right with him. She wasnât safe hereâbut if she had been undone by Blackmanâs charm, who else was next? Luca half-expected to turn and find Ana bent over for the Italian Underboss and Matteo sporting a shiny collar with âMarcusâ engraved across it. âThe big deal is that sheâs here and she shouldnât be; you know whatâs going down here tonight. You know she isnât anywhere nearly equipped to deal with this sort of situation. Or did you pull your face away from the mirror long enough to think about what the smart decision for the family was?â
He had no idea what Baby was referring toâwhy she was bringing up guards and scanning the party with an almost feverish look on her faceâbut the realization that she and Marcus were effectively ignoring him sank like a stone in the pit of his stomach. She seemed jittery and on edge; likely she knew how dangerous this event was and was scared about it. Baby was great at collecting information and closing deals for him, but she didnât have the first idea of how to defend herself. Luca had always handled the weapons and defense. But he hadnât clawed a path to success for himself from the streets of Florence to be swept aside like a mutt. Very aware of the atmosphere of the party, Luca moved forward like an enraged bull, pressing his hands out and shoving Marcus away from Baby. His chest heaved with fury and his eyes glittered with malice. This had gone on too long between the two of them,this dangerous dance for dominance.
It ended tonight. It ended now.
âYou take my girl one more step into that party and Iâll knock you the fuck out, Blackman,â Luca threatened, all but ignoring Baby in favor of glaring at the man standing across from him. âYouâre lucky I donât knock you on your ass right now, pretty boy, and embarrass you in front of every bitch whoâs made your dick wet. You want to have this out? Right here, right now? Fine.â He took a step back and lifted his arms, shifting his legs into a defensive stance and clenching his fists tight near his abdomen.
âYou and me right now, bitch. You look a little soft around the middle; being Vicarioâs lap dog got you out of practice?â
( @babydoefoot· )
dravennappo·:
@lucavdamore
âIâm surprised that Dante let you out of the inferno tonight, shouldnât you be working?â Draven asked as he sat down at the same table as Luca. âBut Iâm sure that most of your customers are here. You should have brought all the girls, you could have made some money tonight.âÂ
âWhat? And show up to a party like this without his most attractive asset?â Luca challenged, leaning back in his chair and giving a sweeping glance at his get-up. It was a simple tux, really, accentuated with the rich red silk tie that sat against his crisp white dress shirt. âWhat about you, grandpa? Wasnât it your bedtime three hours ago?â He glanced down at his Cartier watch, tapping the face once and tsking as he indicated the time.
âYou think Iâm not going to walk out with a couple hundred bucks tonight? Nah, my girls donât need to be around all of the uptight Upper East SIders; they only like to pretend they arenât interested in sin and debauchery, but as soon as the lights drop low, so do their pants and their wallets.â
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babydoefoot·:
⥠@marcussblackman @lucavdamore âĄ
Ever since she had since Bunnyâs angel-faced visage splashed across every television and newspaper announcing the young heiressâs arrival to New York City, Baby hadnât been able to focus on anything else. For the last fifteen years of her life, she had wondered desperately about the whereabouts of her little sister - if she was safe, if she was happy, if she was even alive, all the while praying that she hadnât ended up back in the foster care system like she had. She knew that, due to her young age at the time, Bunny had been adopted almost immediately the moment they had been taken into custody, but Baby knew all too well that orphaned children were often thought of as being every bit as disposable as dirty laundry and just as unwanted. Now, though, she knew without a doubt that Bunny had been taken care of her entire life; she was all but royalty, for goodness sake, with a father whose net worth was somewhere up in the billions and a party being thrown for her that was fit for a queen, and for the first time in all of her twenty-two years on earth, Baby Doefoot was filled with a sensation akin to relief.Â
It didnât matter that Baby had never been given her happily-ever-after. It didnât matter that she had ended up on the streets after years of suffering at the hands of so-called foster fathers and the men they forced upon her. All that had ever mattered to her was the safety and security of her baby sister, and so knowing that she had been given the happiness she so desperately deserved was more than enough to atone for Babyâs trials and tribulations. She didnât deserve the sort of things that Bunny did, after all - she had never been as pure or as wholesome.
Now, with the birthday girlâs gala already fully in swing, Baby was clutching rather anxiously at the strong arm of one Marcus Blackman - her date for the evening. He was the only one in the world that knew about her past as well as her relation to the aforementioned Golightly heiress; after one of their many trysts she had ended up tearfully confessing to him some of the things that she had endured growing up in the foster care system, and with that had come her desperate desire to reunite with her younger sister. He was the first person she had called the moment she realized that Bunny had landed on the Upper East Side, fretfully promising anything and everything he could ever ask for in exchange for an invitation as his date to the star-strewn event. SheâŠshe wouldnât have been able to reach out to Luca, after all. He didnât know where she came from or who he was, and she didnât - she didnât want to burden him with any of that.
 Now, with one of her small hands tucked around the crook of Marcusâ muscular arm, Baby was nibbling anxiously at her pouty bottom lip, just barely resisting the urge to fret and fiddle with the revealing hem of her crimson-red dress. She kept herself nestled snugly up against Marcusâ side, both for comfort, and - well, there was no denying that he didnât look incredible in his suit - and she looked up at him nervously as they were ushered into the glittering ballroom, already feeling warm and flushed with the stress of it all. âDo you think theyâll bring her out right away?â she asked in a hushed and breathless voice; Marcus might have been used to the sultry confidence that she displayed when she was working undercover for him, but right now she felt more vulnerable than ever before. âOr will she be - surrounded by guards, likeâŠerm, whatsherface? Meghan Markle?â She let out an anxious-sounding little laugh, the hand that wasnât clutching onto Marcusâ toned arm reaching up to play with one of her motherâs earrings that dangled so prettily from her ears. âAnd - ohmygod, you have my present for her, right? Itâs in your pocket?â It was a tiny velvet box - Baby hoped that Marcus hadnât forgotten to tuck it away.
Baby Doefoot was a woman who was full of surprises. Whether it was her prowess with a pole or her remarkably sharp hearing, she had proven time and time again to be a golden goose among his arsenal of tools within the Italian mafia. But nothing quite trumped the secrets she had told him after one of their many nights together, as she lay on his chest and poured out her heart until the choked sobbing made way to a dreamless sleep. It hadnât surprised him, that a dancer so starved for love had been taken advantage of by any number of ruthless men in her youth. Stories like that were a dime a dozen in their part of the city. Yet not every mistreated woman spat out by the system had a sister who was tantalizingly close to inheriting the Golightly fortune.
Marcus wasnât a kind man by any means. Kindness got people killed. But when there was an opportunity to strengthen his hold over his position, it was only natural to take it. As for Baby, well, it wouldnât kill him if she got a little closure along the way.
Baby cared far too damned much. It was too pitiful to just leave it be.
âLa bellezza probably wonât be showing up until later. The main attraction never needs to arrive on time.â Marcus was relaxed in comparison to his jittery date, who looked all but ready to take flight in whatever direction would bring her closest to her sister. His free hand reached out, rubbing against the soft skin of her upper arm in reassurance. For how resiliant she was, in her own unhealthy way, he had never seen her quite as fragile as he did now. This Bunny Golightly, whoever she really was, truly shook Baby in a way that nothing else had, at least from what Marcus had seen of her. âAs for guards, I can take care of them. Weâll find her, youâll get your reunion, and you can give her this.â He patted his jacket pocket, where the small box was hidden away. It was a bear and a half to get the security to look the other way, but it would likely be worth it. âWhen have I ever let you down, Baby girl?â
But as luck would have it, Marcus spotted approximately six feet of trouble coming their way, only minutes into the party. âAw hell, DâAmoreâs here.â He sure as hell hadnât been invited by the underboss for tonightâs mission, yet somehow he wound up there anyway. Fucking annoying geezer. He leaned towards Baby, voice lowering to a faint murmur. âSorry kid, looks like your sister might need to wait a second.â There was a sympathetic edge to his tone, which disappeared as he pulled her in closer, a cocky grin spreading across his face as they neared the weapons dealer. âLuca! Surprised you could make it. Thought this was an invitation-only kind of event.â Marcus drawled, dark eyes drilling into his âcomradeâ as the implied warning hung in the air. âIf I recall, it wasnât forwarded to you.â
There was only one thing Luca DâAmore hoped to gain from this hoity toity party tonight: information. If there was one thing the financially prestigious and social elite cared about, it was image. By inserting himself into their lives; by wining and dining the concept of protection in such difficult times and a place of luxury and lavishness beyond their wildest dreams, Luca would be guaranteed a list of clients profitable enough for the whole of the Italian mafia to benefit from. Heâd received permission--a blessing, he chose to view it as instead--from the Don to attend tonightâs gala; if there was one thing Luca was confident Dante understood, it was money. Something Luca was very good at obtaining for the family.
It would be exceedingly dangerous if he was caught tonight; he wouldnât betray the family for anything, given how much the Italians had done for Luca when heâd packed up his belongings and sailed here from Florence, but he couldnât deny that the presence of New Yorkâs âfinestâ made him a bit on edge. Generally speaking, of course, they were absolute shit-for-brains morons, but that didnât mean one of them wouldnât wise up to the deals Luca was intending to instigate this evening. He had just finished a round of fake smiles and forced laughter to a group of Wall Street bankers (if anyone was corrupt and wicked as sin, it was those bureaucratic motherfuckers) when he spotted a familiar figure. Long, soft honey-colored hair framed an excited (but anxious) face, leading down into...a custom Givenchy dress, painstakingly picked out so that the rich cranberry hues contrasted against her pearly skin and honey-and-amber curls.
His girl--draped across Marcus fucking Blackmanâs arm. In the middle of an event swarming with cops who would surely love to get a mafia-allied prostitute on their side.
The rest of the party faded away as Luca excused himself, making his way across the room to where Marcus and Baby were; the prick actually had the nerve to have her draped all over his arm, like a piece of fucking candy he couldnât wait to show off and taunt the other boys with. As he approached, Blackman was already parting his lips to spew more nonsense. The urge to crack his knuckles and have them meet Marcusâ face was surprisingly strong, even as he forced himself into rigid composure.
âAnd if I recall, Blackman, you werenât in charge of my invitation; some of us actually do things for the family, you know,â he said coolly, his jaw clenched as he darted back and forth between Marcus and Baby. His gaze lingered on Babyâs, a clear question of betrayal in his gaze; why had she come here with Marcus? And, more importantly, why hadnât he known? âAnd who the fuck told you you could bring my girl with you?â
LUCA DâAMORE ⟠GOLIGHTLY GALA
attending the event as a guest of the Italians, Luca mainly wants to help strengthen the Italian presence in New York City and, if possible, garner some new clients throughout the evening. Heâs even chosen his favorite cranberry red tie for the occasion.
matteomazzanti·:
   It hadnât taken him long at all to figure out what Luca liked and disliked from him. Heâd known since the start that Luca didnât have to do what he did for him. Matteo could have easily been killed for getting his nose buried in Lucaâs business. Because of that, he worked his hardest, harder than heâd ever worked at anything before, to find out what Luca liked and disliked, how he liked his coffees, what he wanted to eat from Gusto Del Paradiso if he was passing it on his way to meet him â everything he could learn, he did. He knew Luca trusted him, and he was grateful for that; he wanted to consistently show him that he was a loyal person, and that Luca hadnât made a mistake by trusting him - even when Luca deadpanned about his trust as if it wasnât something remarkable that heâd earned.
   Matteoâs eyes remained on Luca, though, hopefully, in a manner that wasnât too obvious. He didnât want his gaze to give away his secrets; he wanted to watch Luca in the way any assistant would watch his boss. His eyes tracked Lucaâs fingers as they dragged over his phone screen. He knew Luca well enough already to know that he was likely doing one thing there, ignoring dozens of other notifications to complete the task heâd set his mind on. It was a good trait, to focus on one thing to the end of it, but there were times that Matteo himself had texted Luca looking for a rather rapid response, but had gone ignored for hours because Luca had been up to other things. Whatever action Luca was taking at that moment, it would directly benefit them within the hour, he had no doubt about it.
   His eyes followed Lucaâs hand to his mouth, another little shiver running through his body. He subtly shifted on the couch, pushing a hand through his hair. Lucaâs eyes were on him, so he couldnât make anything too obvious. He met the older manâs gaze, leaning forward on the couch, his own hand coming to rest in a slightly curled position in front of his mouth. The meeting with the potential client was, undoubtedly, what Luca was finalizing on his phone. Matteo nodded along with the explanation, brow furrowing slightly as he focused on the details. That was a new habit that heâd had to develop â attention to detail. In school, heâd always blocked details out of his mind, which was likely why he never fully succeeded. He wanted to prove that he could succeed with Luca, which required him to be detail-oriented. He needed to be able to do things properly, even if that was just retrieving a package from the warehouse.
   Antonio. Evasive. A cocktease of a buyer. It was a simple task. Get down there, get past the guy in the lobby. As Antonio meets with Luca and they have an opening chat, maybe a drink or two, memorize the license plate, return the plate number to Luca. Run the plates, GUARANTEE a client. Not hard at all. âGot it. Find his car in valet, get the number and return it to you. Shouldnât take me too long. Iâm guessing this guy is some kinda big deal?â Even if he wasnât, it was their job to take every sale seriously, to make every sale into a big deal until the Italians held their rightful place as the kings of New York. Matteo was going to make sure that he was by Lucaâs side until then - and even past that. He wanted Dante fucking Vicario to associate his name with the strongest of loyalty. Luca had earned his loyalty, and he wasnât going to lose it any time soon. He was with him âtil the end.
Lucaâs mind was constantly working, trying different avenues and methods for accruing profit for the Italian mob. He wasnât satisfied until he had deemed himself superior not only to other weapons dealers on the market, but even within his own faction. He had a reputation to uphold, after all, and if he was going to make it to the title of Underboss one of these days, he needed to prove himself as a formidable bastard. Todayâs deal would be the easiest way to obtain this risky deal for him--by luring his client into a false sense of security with the veiled intention of merely showing him the goods Luca had produced for today, he was allowing Antonio to open himself up to vulnerability. Luca would get himself a client today, one way or another, and he was going to use Matteo to get that.
Baby was good for sealing the deals, Ana was his intelligent little spider monkey, and Matteo was great for the groundwork. He had his own fucking Charlieâs Angels, for Godâs sake.
By the time Luca glanced up from his phone at Matteo, he noticed the attention of the younger man was on him. Likely absorbing the details of the hit they were about to make; some might call it unethical, this branch of business Luca was planning on performing, but this was the fucking mafia, black markets and all. There wasnât time for playing nice anymore; just winning. He didnât care who he needed to step on, plow over, or completely fuck over in order to claw his way to the top; he supposed the streets had taught him that, but gazing at the young man who had sworn loyalty to him, Luca began to think that maybe--just maybe--he had found a little ragtag team of soldiers he could trust. Ana, Baby, and Matteo all had their private motivations, but there was something about knowing he had people who would do what he asked at nearly the drop of a hat filled Luca with a sense of completion.Â
âHeâs rich as fuck, and I know that half of New Yorkâs underground has their eyes on him,â Luca said simply, making his way over to the hotel window and pushing aside the curtains to glance downstairs. He saw a sleek black car pull up as a man stepped outside and spoke with a valet. âThat should be him, I think.â He turned to face Matteo again. âRemember, itâs best not to be detected. By ensuring his personal information this way, we can guarantee a sale. Itâs hard to back out of a bargain when I know everything from your social security to how many fucking Louis Vuitton bags your wife owns. Be quick, Matteo, and go undetected. Your job depends on this as much as mine does.â
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âI am your sweetheart?â He asked bating his eyelashes at him before laughing because he couldnât keep a straight face anymore. âI have slept with more than just a few of the girls here Luca.â He said still watching the pretty blonde âFine, how about who can get with the girl fasterâ He offered âThough since youâre the boss I personally think that gives you an unfair advantageâ Â
âI mean to me it only shows how old you are, if they see a father figure on you for some reason, iâm more of a sir kind of guy anywayâ In the heat of the moment he didnât mind if they called him daddy, sir or something along those lines. He blowed the other a kiss as he squeezed his cheeks. He laughed and shrugged âI supposed being french and promiscuous is as much of a personality he has, well most of the french are like that arenât they? They think getting around and being pretentious are enough to go by.â He took a long drink âGood, thankfully there hasnât been any police or noisy people around the warehouse but who knows how long it will last, the city is starting to feel crowded and I just want to get rid of them.â
"Really, Sisero, did you expect anything but?â Luca teased, patting the manâs face one more time before leaning back against the bar. He knew he should have bid adieu to Maddoxâs company by now; should have gone out searching for potential clients to increase revenue at the club. Maybe heâd even get an arms deal or two out of the entire exchange. But he was tired, frankly, and in need of a rest; he overworked himself sometimes, without even realizing or meaning to, always striving to be better than he was, the best in his field, the best in the fucking business. It took a toll that sometimes Luca didnât even acknowledge in himself. âWhat? You think women sleep with me just because Iâm the boss? Wrong, Maddox, they sleep with me because--â he leaned forward, lowering his voice to say. â--my dick is quite massive.â He held his hands up to show, mirth lighting his eyes.
âI wouldnât even say the Corsicans are our biggest target at the moment,â Luca said grimly, glancing down to the dregs of his glass with a sigh. âThey might be pressing down on us from the north, but Iâve heard the Triadâs a really fuckinâ bitch to deal with. You know, like. They mean fuckinâ business. I wonder what the boss makes of them.â
cassandraamato·:
âYou have a family here now. It only works if everyone is looking out for each other instead of worrying about their selves.â She could already see him getting ready to complain about them being their family. She held her hand up to stop him before he could say anything. âYes we are your family now, whether you like it or not. There is nothing you can do about it.â She sipped her espresso as she thought about the diamonds. It was one of the main things she thought about, thanks to Danteâs constant rantings about them. âOf course I am. But right now itâs a game of chess. Everyone is making their first moves. Soon this city is going to be a war zone because of it.âÂ
"I look out for the people who are responsible for my paycheck,â he said, merely to be argumentative. Everything he did was, primarily, for the sake of himself, but for the advancement of the family, as well. Dante surely knew that--he was inclined to believe the dancers did, too. But if it meant giving Cassandra an unreasonably hard time than for no other reason than he found it amusing, Luca would continue to counter and argue with the adviser. He knew he shouldnât--there was a level of respect that her position demanded, after all--but he couldnât help himself. It was just too easy. âFlattered, of course, that youâd like to be related to me. I certainly canât blame you, Amato, but no need to cry.â
âWho have you spoken to?â he asked at last, setting his glass of water down as he resumed eating. âIâve considered contacting the other arms dealers, you know, piss all over our fucking territory and things like that, but Iâm not sure what the boss wants here.â
kittyxkatxmoore·:
Kat smirked, âI canât get anything past you can I? I guess I should expect it from someone in the same field of work as me. I do have a say and there are things I wonât do but they tend to just cross a line Iâve never been able to cross.â She shrugged but her smirked remained, âI donât like any animal play stuff. Iâm not an animal or a child so thatâs definitely a no go as well, but Iâm lax on it, kind of. As long as the customer doesnât make it too weird. âSpank bankâ wise, since you put it so regally, I like to get rough, I like exploring with a lover, learning new things. Toys are definitely welcome, along with worshiping.â She smirked and huffed a laugh, âthe last man, that fell in love with me is a giant.â Her eyes widening, âand I loved him to just toss me around like a rag doll.â The fire in her eyes simmered a bit as she looked away, âhe also knew how to be gentle⊠and I had rarely had that. It was very much an in and out job in the early days.â She sighed, âand when it comes to most of my clients itâs been that⊠fun, but lack luster.â She couldnât really place why and a puzzled look fell over her face, because she did know why. She smirked at him though and shook her head, âhere lately, yes⊠it has been very, very much that exact thing.â
Kat shrugged, âI think Iâm pretty equal on both. I love to watch a woman and enjoy her and treat her the way all women should be treated, but I also enjoy being held and fucked by a man.â She smiled and shook her head, âIâm sure you havenât had any complaints. Maybe Iâm just not into anymore. Itâs just a job now. Just work⊠maybe eventually everyone does hate their job.â
"I like to look at boundaries I set for myself and cross them--related to business, of course,â Luca explained with a gesture of his hands, fooling with the glass in his hands. He rattled the ice cubes around inside of the glass before tossing his head back and downing the rest of his glass. He was done for the time being, but if this woman before him kept up with the small talk, Luca was certain heâd drink himself under the table by the end of the evening. And as charming as that might have been, Luca had clients he was meant to gather tonight. Intel, weapons deals, the whole fucking shebang. He wasnât sure Dante would be pleased to learn heâd spent his night talking to someone who wasnât directly affiliated with him or his club.
Who didnât work for him.
âNot a fan of the Furry shit, then, or not even a good collar and cat tail?â Luca asked with a cock of his head. He hadnât the faintest idea of whether or not he was being inappropriate; truth be told, talking about sex was as casual and natural to him as breathing. Perhaps it was the company he surrounded himself with, or a side effect of the day job he had; he wasnât shy about lust, desire, or anything related to fucking. Based on Katâs occupation, Luca got the distinct impression that she didnât shy away from the bluntness of otherwise taboo subjects, either. He grew quiet when she spoke of the last man sheâd been with; he wasnât a fan of discussing feelings, as emotions tended to border the lines of something much deeper than he was comfortable with, so he paused before continuing with--âSo, youâre into the Hagrids of the world. Got it.â
âOr maybe youâve been ruined forever,â he countered with an arch of his brow. âSounds to me like you got dicked down and now you canât forget him, try as you might.â He patted his temple with his index finger. âHeâs wormed his way into your mind, and try as you might not to, you compare him to other men. Itâs natural.â
HENRY CAVILL for Hugo Boss Eyewear (2018), ph. Paul Wetherell.
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