daddy.

luca d'amore. 35 years old. italian mafia. burlesque club owner & arms dealer. "fine. make me your villain." - leigh bardugo

[ruinedchildhood]

[lucavdamore]

( @marcussblackman / @babydoefoot )

[bob-belcher]

[lucavdamore]

( @marcussblackman )

[lucavdamore]

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 wasn’t going to start random fights but the other mafias he wasn’t 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 “Well well, you look very handsome tonight D’Amore, are you planning to trick a socialite into letting you into her room?” He was pretty sure he had seen Baby around and she hadn’t been with Luca but with Marcus so he wasn’t going to say anything, in case the other man didn’t know and Maddox wasn’t going to make him angry.

@lucavdamore

Luca’s mind was distracted; he was trying to think of the possibility of garnering clients for the evening when he could have sworn he’d seen dark fabric and a mop of brown hair streak past him in the ballroom. Kingsley. It shouldn’t 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.

“Sisero, if you aren’t a sight for sore eyes,” 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 Maddox’s, using a hand to gesture to his friend’s get-up for the evening. “I 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?” he finished, taking a sip from his tumbler and setting the glass down on the rail beside him. 

“So, what’s the boss got you here for tonight?”

[lucavdamore]

dravennappo·:

“Things were better when I was young. Everything is so expensive now.” Draven grumbled before taking a sip of his drink. “I’m alone, I couldn’t 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 didn’t need.” 

"Spoken like a true old person,” Luca said with a grin and a wink, lifting his glass to cheer Draven before taking a sip himself. “What, you mean it’s even too over the top for someone like you? Come now, Johnson, I know you’re not one to shy away from a little razzle dazzle every once in a while.” He glanced around, his nose scrunching up slightly.

“But you’re right. The petting zoo is overkill.”

[lucavdamore]

marcussblackman·:

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 Bunny’s birthday instead of seeking out the burly arms dealer - several, in fact, and she wasn’t 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 wouldn’t toss her aside so long as she remained useful to him, no matter how fucked up she was - he didn’t 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 couldn’t have been any more clear that they did not. 

However, this altercation between Luca and Marcus was everything that she had been hoping to avoid tonight. She still didn’t understand why the two men hated each other as much as they did - weren’t 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, Luca’s presence and the fact that he was nothing short of livid with both her and Marcus…she 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t need to go home alone once everything was said and done.

Except - Luca wasn’t 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 wasn’t about to let the matter between them drop. He was being…an ass, come to think of it, and it was when he spoke of keeping her safe that the call girl couldn’t help but speak up. “So it’s perfectly fine for me to attend events like these when you’re whoring me out to one of your clients, but not when it’s of my own volition? If you didn’t notice, I was perfectly fine and perfectly safe with Marcus before you stormed over here like an angry bulldog!” 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. “I - ohmygod, stop it! Luca D’amore, you asshole!” 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 couldn’t breathe. 

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 Marcus’ strong arms. This couldn’t continue - she needed to find Bunny before it was too late. “Marcus, please,” 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 now…for the love of god, all that mattered to Baby was making it to her sister in time. If Luca took that away from her…”Don’t fight with him. Walk away with me, I’m begging you. Things can still go according to our plan, right? Please, I’m so…” 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. “I’ll do anything you want. Anything you ask for. Just - don’t let him ruin this.” It wasn’t Luca’s fault for not understanding - it wasn’t Luca’s 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 sister…Baby wasn’t certain if that was something she would ever truly be able to recover from. 

@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 wasn’t just a risk to their ‘family’, 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 D’Amore anywhere else, with no one so much as blinking at the extreme punishment.

This was goddammned disrespectful, and Marcus didn’t tolerate disrespect.

“Now look at what you’ve done. You’ve just gone and pissed me right the fuck off. You want to threaten me, D’Amore? What do you think dear old boss is going to think of that?“ 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, they’d fucking do it until they passed out from exhaustion. And they’d get back up and walk some more. That was what being an underboss meant. “Threatening me is a threat against Dante, and I won’t have that kind of garbage under my roof. Do I make myself clear? I’m not your acquaintance. I’m not your friend. I’m your fucking boss and you better step the fuck down if you want to keep your appendages attached.” 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. 

As he felt hands come into contact with his chest, he nearly lurched forwards, eagar to beat in the arms dealer’s 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, well…Marcus 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. “Go stick your nose in someone else’s business, Luca. You don’t have what it takes to see the big picture. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of other women you’d like to get your hands on tonight, but Baby’s off-limits.” It was a goddammned miracle that Marcus had been willing to offer him even that, after Luca’s blatant challenging of his authority. God, he was going soft. “Now Baby, I’m going to hold you to that promise, you hear me? Sorry about the detour.” Marcus brought a hand up to stoke her golden hair, opting to comfort her rather than deal with Luca’s bullshit any longer. He pulled her in by the waist and turned his back to Luca, coaxing her back into the crowd. “You should thank Baby, D’Amore. She saved your ass tonight. Now if you don’t mind, I have a meeting to get to.”

@lucavdamore

No one ignored Luca Nicola D’Amore 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.

“Men threaten you every day, Blackman; if you think I’m the only enemy you have in the family, you’re a whole ass moron,” he seethed through gritted teeth. He was prepared to speak up further, perhaps to respond to Marcus’ 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 they’d 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.

“Don’t forget who put you in that Givenchy creation draped all over you before you go off acting like a little asshole yourself,” 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 Marcus’ side. For whatever reason or by whatever means necessary, she had chosen him tonight. “You would be nowhere without me, princess, and don’t you fucking forget that. You think this prick would have taken care of you the way I did? You don’t think that once he’s done with you, he’s going to throw you out like an old doll? I have dressed you, paid you, fed you--I’ve 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 aren’t prepared to handle the magnitude of?” He paused, indignation and repulsion flitting across his face when she brought up him whoring her out.

“The events I whore you out at, if you’re going to be fucking frank, don’t end with a bullet pressing between your shoulder blades. This event isn’t safe for you, but maybe Blackman’s seduced you into thinking otherwise. I can only teach you how to use your body to your advantage, not how to gain common sense.”

But then Baby was pleading with Marcus, telling him that she would do anything he asked of her, so long as he didn’t 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 man’s 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. Luca’s 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 husband’s arm. Don’t let him ruin this. The agency said if we prove ourselves, we’ll finally be allowed to adopt. The boy is dysfunctional, don’t let him ruin this for us. He’s broken.

He’s 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. Marcus’ fingers rested against Baby’s hair, and Luca swore he saw red blot out his vision. He didn’t 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 wasn’t prey--he was a fucking predator, and he’d be damned if Marcus got away with everything he’d 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 he’d 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. 

He could shoot him in the heart, he supposed; Luca would take quite a bit of satisfaction watching the bullet enter through Marcus’ 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 didn’t 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 Luca’s leg. Right by his thigh; it wouldn’t kill him and likely wouldn’t 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 Marcus’ thigh.

“We aren’t done until I say we are, Blackman,” Luca said smoothly, walking--with all the time in the world, really, because Blackman sure as hell wouldn’t 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 wouldn’t have ended well for Baby. He could tell by the greedy glimmer in Marcus’ eyes. And whether or not Baby felt like being an ungrateful bitch, she was still his. He would protect her, no matter the cost. “I asked you nicely before, but superior or not, let’s get one thing clear. Whatever you’re planning, you self-absorbed prick, leave my girl out of it.”

( @babydoefoot· )

[lucavdamore]

dravennappo·:

“I’m not that old. I can’t even get a senior discount at the coffee shop, believe me I’ve tried.” Draven rolled his eyes. “Plus you of all people should know how much women like older guys.” 

He sipped his drink as he looked around the room. “Did you bring Baby with you tonight? I haven’t seen her around yet.” 

"Alright trying for senior discounts? Next you know, you’ll be lamenting about how much better everything was when you were young,” Luca managed with a wicked grin. He loved busting Draven’s chops, in all honesty; the man was a great sport when it came to these sort of quips and jabs. 

“Not tonight, I’m afraid; I didn’t think it would be wise to bring her, considering we’re here mainly for business and not pleasure,” Luca explained with a pointed look in Draven’s direction. “What about you? Bring a woman with you tonight?”

[lucavdamore]

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 him…no, 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 didn’t even know what she was going to say when or if she was able to reunite with her face to face. Tucked away in Marcus’ 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 mother’s 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 wasn’t able to protect her from them. 

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 wasn’t an idiot - she knew that he hadn’t 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 - 

Oh no. Oh no. Luca. 

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 Luca’s 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t fully understand - and the young dancer found herself nervously nibbling on her full bottom lip as they exchanged a series of venomous barbs. Luca wasn’t 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 Marcus’ arm as if she couldn’t bear the thought of taking even a single step away from the underboss. What he didn’t realize was that he was the only thing keeping her upright. “Luca - I asked Marcus to bring me here tonight.” Baby’s 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. “I’m the one that wasn’t invited between the three of us; he - he’s doing me a favor,” she continued in a hushed, fervent tone, looking up and over Luca’s head just in case she happened to miss Bunny’s entrance. “Now please, I - don’t make a scene or start a fight. It’s very important that I’m here; there - there’s something that I need to do. Please, I’m…” 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 Luca’s presence out of sheer necessity. “Do you see the guards? Have they come out yet?”

@marcussblackman·

Why didn’t it surprise him that fucking Luca D’Amore 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 Marcus’ 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. 

Fucking hell, his score was supposed to be huge.

“Funny that. I thought my role was to manage the family. You know, make sure people go where they’re supposed to. Maybe if I didn’t contact you, that should have been a fucking hint, huh?” Marcus shot back, his relaxed demeanor shifting ever so slightly as his temper rose. He had a feeling Luca’s reaction would have been sour had they been seen together, but if the underboss didn’t know better, his look was more murderous than usual. It was better just to piss him off so he would leave faster. “Besides, it’s a free country. I asked her out and she said yes. She ain’t working today, so what’s the big deal?”

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 didn’t 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 wasn’t in the most stable emotional state. He huffed, looking back at Luca with unfettered malice. “She ain’t your girl tonight. She’s mine, by prior arrangement. So piss off and reacquaint yourself with your right hand, will you? Do us all a goddamned favour.” He made a dismissive gesture, turning his full attention to Baby’s question. 

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. “I see some movement further in. Got a good feeling about this one.” He was careful not to be too explicit with his reply. If this was something that Baby didn’t 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. “If we go now, we should be able to make it. Assuming a certain someone leaves us the hell alone.”

@lucavdamore

"You don’t want me to make a scene? Sweetheart, I’ll give you an entire fucking Broadway musical if I want to.” Luca protested in disbelief, his brows arching high on his forehead as Baby all but turned her gaze fretfully in his direction. He couldn’t 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 shouldn’t 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 couldn’t explain it, but it didn’t—it didn’t sound right. Baby wasn’t just some woman he fucked and then sent on her way; she was his baby girl—his 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 Marcus’ 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 Marcus’ eyeballs out and feed them to his fucking dog?

“You 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,” 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? “Everything I’ve done to protect you and you’re going to go falling to your knees begging this motherfucker for scraps? Bitch can’t even remember to cut his hair half the fucking time.”

“Dante suggested I come, you self-absorbed cockmonkey, so mind your fucking tongue before I carve it out of your mouth,” 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 doing—taking control of the situation, taking control of Baby—didn’t sit right with him. She wasn’t safe here—but if she had been undone by Blackman’s 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 “Marcus” engraved across it. “The big deal is that she’s here and she shouldn’t be; you know what’s going down here tonight. You know she isn’t 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?”

He had no idea what Baby was referring to—why she was bringing up guards and scanning the party with an almost feverish look on her face—but 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 didn’t have the first idea of how to defend herself. Luca had always handled the weapons and defense. But he hadn’t 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.

“You take my girl one more step into that party and I’ll knock you the fuck out, Blackman,” Luca threatened, all but ignoring Baby in favor of glaring at the man standing across from him. “You’re lucky I don’t knock you on your ass right now, pretty boy, and embarrass you in front of every bitch who’s made your dick wet. You want to have this out? Right here, right now? Fine.” He took a step back and lifted his arms, shifting his legs into a defensive stance and clenching his fists tight near his abdomen.

“You and me right now, bitch. You look a little soft around the middle; being Vicario’s lap dog got you out of practice?”

( @babydoefoot· )

[lucavdamore]

dravennappo·:

@lucavdamore

“I’m surprised that Dante let you out of the inferno tonight, shouldn’t you be working?” Draven asked as he sat down at the same table as Luca. “But I’m sure that most of your customers are here. You should have brought all the girls, you could have made some money tonight.” 

“What? And show up to a party like this without his most attractive asset?” 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. “What about you, grandpa? Wasn’t it your bedtime three hours ago?” He glanced down at his Cartier watch, tapping the face once and tsking as he indicated the time.

“You think I’m not going to walk out with a couple hundred bucks tonight? Nah, my girls don’t need to be around all of the uptight Upper East SIders; they only like to pretend they aren’t interested in sin and debauchery, but as soon as the lights drop low, so do their pants and their wallets.”

[lucavdamore]

marcussblackman·:

babydoefoot·:

♡ @marcussblackman @lucavdamore ♡

Ever since she had since Bunny’s angel-faced visage splashed across every television and newspaper announcing the young heiress’s arrival to New York City, Baby hadn’t 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 hadn’t 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. 

It didn’t matter that Baby had never been given her happily-ever-after. It didn’t 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 Baby’s trials and tribulations. She didn’t deserve the sort of things that Bunny did, after all - she had never been as pure or as wholesome.

Now, with the birthday girl’s 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. She…she wouldn’t have been able to reach out to Luca, after all. He didn’t know where she came from or who he was, and she didn’t - she didn’t want to burden him with any of that.

 Now, with one of her small hands tucked around the crook of Marcus’ 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 Marcus’ side, both for comfort, and - well, there was no denying that he didn’t 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. “Do you think they’ll bring her out right away?” 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. “Or will she be - surrounded by guards, like…erm, whatsherface? Meghan Markle?” She let out an anxious-sounding little laugh, the hand that wasn’t clutching onto Marcus’ toned arm reaching up to play with one of her mother’s earrings that dangled so prettily from her ears. “And - ohmygod, you have my present for her, right? It’s in your pocket?” It was a tiny velvet box - Baby hoped that Marcus hadn’t 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 hadn’t 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 wasn’t 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 wouldn’t 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.

“La bellezza probably won’t be showing up until later. The main attraction never needs to arrive on time.“ 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. “As for guards, I can take care of them. We’ll find her, you’ll get your reunion, and you can give her this.” 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. “When have I ever let you down, Baby girl?“

But as luck would have it, Marcus spotted approximately six feet of trouble coming their way, only minutes into the party. “Aw hell, D’Amore’s here.” He sure as hell hadn’t been invited by the underboss for tonight’s mission, yet somehow he wound up there anyway. Fucking annoying geezer. He leaned towards Baby, voice lowering to a faint murmur. “Sorry kid, looks like your sister might need to wait a second.” 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. “Luca! Surprised you could make it. Thought this was an invitation-only kind of event.” Marcus drawled, dark eyes drilling into his ‘comrade’ as the implied warning hung in the air. “If I recall, it wasn’t forwarded to you.”

There was only one thing Luca D’Amore 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. He’d received permission--a blessing, he chose to view it as instead--from the Don to attend tonight’s 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 wouldn’t betray the family for anything, given how much the Italians had done for Luca when he’d packed up his belongings and sailed here from Florence, but he couldn’t deny that the presence of New York’s “finest” made him a bit on edge. Generally speaking, of course, they were absolute shit-for-brains morons, but that didn’t mean one of them wouldn’t 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 Blackman’s 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 couldn’t 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 Marcus’ face was surprisingly strong, even as he forced himself into rigid composure.

“And if I recall, Blackman, you weren’t in charge of my invitation; some of us actually do things for the family, you know,” he said coolly, his jaw clenched as he darted back and forth between Marcus and Baby. His gaze lingered on Baby’s, a clear question of betrayal in his gaze; why had she come here with Marcus? And, more importantly, why hadn’t he known? “And who the fuck told you you could bring my girl with you?”

[lucavdamore]

LUCA D’AMORE ☾ 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. He’s even chosen his favorite cranberry red tie for the occasion.

[lucavdamore]

matteomazzanti·:

      It hadn’t taken him long at all to figure out what Luca liked and disliked from him. He’d known since the start that Luca didn’t have to do what he did for him. Matteo could have easily been killed for getting his nose buried in Luca’s business. Because of that, he worked his hardest, harder than he’d 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 – 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 hadn’t made a mistake by trusting him - even when Luca deadpanned about his trust as if it wasn’t something remarkable that he’d earned.

      Matteo’s eyes remained on Luca, though, hopefully, in a manner that wasn’t too obvious. He didn’t 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 Luca’s 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 he’d 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 Luca’s hand to his mouth, another little shiver running through his body. He subtly shifted on the couch, pushing a hand through his hair. Luca’s eyes were on him, so he couldn’t make anything too obvious. He met the older man’s 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 he’d had to develop – attention to detail. In school, he’d 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. “Got it. Find his car in valet, get the number and return it to you. Shouldn’t take me too long. I’m guessing this guy is some kinda big deal?” Even if he wasn’t, 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 Luca’s 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 wasn’t going to lose it any time soon. He was with him ‘til the end.

Luca’s mind was constantly working, trying different avenues and methods for accruing profit for the Italian mob. He wasn’t 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. Today’s 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 Charlie’s Angels, for God’s 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 wasn’t time for playing nice anymore; just winning. He didn’t 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. 

“He’s rich as fuck, and I know that half of New York’s underground has their eyes on him,” 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. “That should be him, I think.” He turned to face Matteo again. “Remember, it’s best not to be detected. By ensuring his personal information this way, we can guarantee a sale. It’s 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.”

[lucavdamore]

maddox-sisero·:

“I am your sweetheart?” He asked bating his eyelashes at him before laughing because he couldn’t keep a straight face anymore. “I have slept with more than just a few of the girls here Luca.” He said still watching the pretty blonde “Fine, how about who can get with the girl faster” He offered “Though since you’re the boss I personally think that gives you an unfair advantage”  

“I mean to me it only shows how old you are, if they see a father figure on you for some reason, i’m more of a sir kind of guy anyway” In the heat of the moment he didn’t 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 “I supposed being french and promiscuous is as much of a personality he has, well most of the french are like that aren’t they? They think getting around and being pretentious are enough to go by.” He took a long drink “Good, thankfully there hasn’t 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.”

"Really, Sisero, did you expect anything but?” Luca teased, patting the man’s face one more time before leaning back against the bar. He knew he should have bid adieu to Maddox’s company by now; should have gone out searching for potential clients to increase revenue at the club. Maybe he’d 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 didn’t even acknowledge in himself. “What? You think women sleep with me just because I’m the boss? Wrong, Maddox, they sleep with me because--” he leaned forward, lowering his voice to say. “--my dick is quite massive.” He held his hands up to show, mirth lighting his eyes.

“I wouldn’t even say the Corsicans are our biggest target at the moment,” Luca said grimly, glancing down to the dregs of his glass with a sigh. “They might be pressing down on us from the north, but I’ve heard the Triad’s a really fuckin’ bitch to deal with. You know, like. They mean fuckin’ business. I wonder what the boss makes of them.”

[lucavdamore]

cassandraamato·:

“You have a family here now. It only works if everyone is looking out for each other instead of worrying about their selves.” 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. “Yes we are your family now, whether you like it or not. There is nothing you can do about it.”  She sipped her espresso as she thought about the diamonds. It was one of the main things she thought about, thanks to Dante’s constant rantings about them. “Of course I am. But right now it’s a game of chess. Everyone is making their first moves. Soon this city is going to be a war zone because of it.” 

"I look out for the people who are responsible for my paycheck,” 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 shouldn’t--there was a level of respect that her position demanded, after all--but he couldn’t help himself. It was just too easy. “Flattered, of course, that you’d like to be related to me. I certainly can’t blame you, Amato, but no need to cry.”

“Who have you spoken to?” he asked at last, setting his glass of water down as he resumed eating. “I’ve considered contacting the other arms dealers, you know, piss all over our fucking territory and things like that, but I’m not sure what the boss wants here.”

[lucavdamore]

kittyxkatxmoore·:

Kat smirked, “I can’t 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 won’t do but they tend to just cross a line I’ve never been able to cross.” She shrugged but her smirked remained, “I don’t like any animal play stuff. I’m not an animal or a child so that’s definitely a no go as well, but I’m lax on it, kind of. As long as the customer doesn’t make it too weird. ‘Spank bank’ 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.” She smirked and huffed a laugh, “the last man, that fell in love with me is a giant.” Her eyes widening, “and I loved him to just toss me around like a rag doll.” The fire in her eyes simmered a bit as she looked away, “he 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.” She sighed, “and when it comes to most of my clients it’s been that… fun, but lack luster.” She couldn’t 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, “here lately, yes… it has been very, very much that exact thing.”

Kat shrugged, “I think I’m 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.” She smiled and shook her head, “I’m sure you haven’t had any complaints. Maybe I’m just not into anymore. It’s just a job now. Just work… maybe eventually everyone does hate their job.”

"I like to look at boundaries I set for myself and cross them--related to business, of course,” 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 he’d 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 wasn’t sure Dante would be pleased to learn he’d spent his night talking to someone who wasn’t directly affiliated with him or his club.

Who didn’t work for him.

“Not a fan of the Furry shit, then, or not even a good collar and cat tail?” Luca asked with a cock of his head. He hadn’t 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 wasn’t shy about lust, desire, or anything related to fucking. Based on Kat’s occupation, Luca got the distinct impression that she didn’t shy away from the bluntness of otherwise taboo subjects, either. He grew quiet when she spoke of the last man she’d been with; he wasn’t 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--”So, you’re into the Hagrids of the world. Got it.”

“Or maybe you’ve been ruined forever,” he countered with an arch of his brow. “Sounds to me like you got dicked down and now you can’t forget him, try as you might.” He patted his temple with his index finger. “He’s wormed his way into your mind, and try as you might not to, you compare him to other men. It’s natural.”

[henrycavilledits]

HENRY CAVILL for Hugo Boss Eyewear (2018), ph. Paul Wetherell.

[lucavdamore]

babydoefoot‌:

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There had never been anyone who satisfied his cock as thoroughly as the woman he had pressed up against the wall of the shower cabin. Luca D’Amore was an incredibly physical and sexual being; he thrived off of sex. Needed it, even, though it was a difficult concept to explain to other people. Perhaps that was why he worked as well as he did with someone like Baby Doefoot. Because while Luca was depraved and addicted to the art of sex, Baby seemed to match him measure for measure; thrust for thrust. She was shameless, needy, and he never failed to send both of them toppling over the edge in a riotous, rough round of fucking. Luca had managed to fuck his way through half of The Inferno, but his cock continued to bring him back to Baby, no matter the odds. He told himself it was her cunt that drew him in, but something in the back of his mind nagged at him, every now and again. Tried to tell him that there was something about their relationship that was different, even if he couldn’t seem to put a word or phrase to it.

He felt himself tremor--with lust, with desire, with a pleasure so profound and deep that he had no words for it--as Baby whined and writhed against him, breathlessly confessing that he was the only man she let inside of her raw. He knew it, of course; it was a knowing deep down to his very core, as simple and basic as the art of breathing.  She might have fucked the men he told her to for the benefit of the family, but at the end of the day, she was still his bitch. And while he preferred to have sex without a condom (any man who said otherwise was a filthy fucking liar), she was the only one he fully trusted to go in raw with regularly. He knew that she took care of herself; that her cunt was clean for him, that she would take the appropriate measures to protect herself from unplanned pregnancies. He knew that she was his girl, in the same way that he knew he was Luca fucking D’Amore.

“That’s right, sweetheart, take my cum like the nasty little bitch I know you are,” Luca panted in her ear, his hands on her hips like an iron clamp as he pumped her full of his seed. He couldn’t even begin to count the amount of times he had stuffed her full of his cum over the time they’d known each other; each and every one of her holes had been thoroughly breached and fucked by Luca, until he owned every single part of her. Luca had marked his bitch so thoroughly and so many times, until he felt that the very core of her being would be branded with his name on it. And still, with each powerful thrust of himself inside of her, something pounded deep in his abdomen, twisting his stomach tight to the tune of Mine, Mine, Mine. As he finished pumping his cum inside of her and Baby began breathlessly asking what else she could do for him, he shushed her--the act had no ire behind it, merely exhaustion as he slipped out of the tight, warm, wetness of her perfect little rosebud asshole, turning her to face him as his gaze scanned her face. Glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, swollen lips; the telltale signs of a perfectly devious little slut who had been fucked to her limits.

“I think you’ve taken care of me enough for the moment, wouldn’t you say, sex kitten?” he murmured, patting her cheek gently before he turned and reached for one of the washcloths that had been folded and left on a rack just outside the shower for them. He dampened the cloth under the hot water from the rainfall shower head as he turned Baby around so her rear was facing him once more, grabbing the back of her head gently--gentler than he tended to be with her--and bending her body over in the shower. A single command slipped from his lips, soft but insistent. “Hold onto the railing while I clean you up.”

He brought the warm washcloth down to her soaked, puffy cunt, rubbing the cloth against her cum-stained lips as he slid a finger inside of her asshole, pushing his cum inside of her as it wept from her puckered asshole.

“That’s a good girl,” he said as he cleaned her up, paying attention to her ass cheeks, her inner thighs, and even the back of her legs. “You made a mess, squirting all over the fucking place, didn’t you? My cock’s still dripping from you earlier.” He murmured, taking the shower head off from the shower and tending to himself. Once he had cleaned his cum-stained shaft, he directed the shower head towards Baby, parting her ass cheeks with a powerful, calloused hand to swish the water inside of her, followed by the same act done on her cunt.

She might have been a slut--might have been his slut--but that didn’t mean he didn’t clean up his messes. Not when it came to her.

[klaw]

how is “””pretty boy””” supposed to be an insult i’m the prettiest goddamn boy in town