IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER

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puppyrogue‌:

   So you’re just going to let it be? You think Sebastian messed up and that it led to his arrest? You rather believe that than listen to your own brother when he says something’s not right?

   What the fuck, dude..!  Come on..!    You do realize that everyone is a suspect, right? I am!  I’m an outsider, I should be the first one to investigate. What’s my motive?      And then there’s everyone in your business, your family, that are climbing in rank or position or whatever you guys call it.  Who took Sebastian’s new shiny chair at the table when it was supposed to be his? Hm?? YEAH. That’s right. 

   [Axel slammed his hands into his table but quickly folded them over his chest again. Mostly out of regret. He shouldn’t… be this disrespectful to Michele, of all people. He really shouldn’t. But he’s pissed. Scared of Michele, but still pissed. He took a step back as well, just to.. be safe. Ish.]

sebastian DID mess up. he has messed up multiple times and he’s messed up a whole lot more ever since YOU showed up. so maybe you’re right? maybe i should be suspicious of you, huh? [  michele cocked his brow, seeming unfazed by axel shouting and hitting his table. he walked around the desk, over to him. ]

you do know a lot more than you should. WAY too much, i don’t know about sebastian, but i don’t think you’ve kept it to yourself.... did you ever think, axel, that you might be the reason all this is happened to sebastian? and not remo, a man who as been loyal to this family for years. 

[puppyrogue]

ofthefather‌:

[ michele’s b rows raised in surprised. he wasn’t expecting this to be what they were going to talk about, but then again, he had never really expected axel to just show up at his office and want to talk to him at all. ]

i have looked into it. and remo has looked into it. but there is nothing we can do. and i have told sebastian that. there is nothing. no evidence to suggest who it is. [ he shrugged his shoulders, and leaned back in his chair. ] there’s nothing to do. what do i do? interrogate every man in this family? give sebastian a body gaurd? i don’t think so.

   Rem– 

   You know.. I don’t really trust that guy. One bit. And I have never even met him. And by the way, Sebastian already has a bodyguard. He just doesn’t know about it. [Axel points at himself and then folds his arms over his chest, frowning.]

   And Yes! If you have to have a little chat with EVERY SINGLE PERSON… then do it. It’s obviously worth it. Or I’ll do it, and just think of how strange that’d be.

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I don’t have the time to go around and have a little chat with every single person. I don’t know what you think the boss does in this line of business but I don’t have time to go through every single person, especially if there is no evidence to suggest it even is someone in the family. [ michele didn’t really appreciate being lectured on how he ran the family. and basically axel was very lucky michele was just sebastian brother. ]

remo is fine. especially considering you haven’t met him... sebastian has been filling your head with god knows what, because HE doesn’t like him, but that is irrelevant.

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puppyrogue‌:

   [..Yeah. Sighing and nose bridge pinching wasn’t really a good sign, but he’d still go through with this. It was important.] 

    Noted.     Sebastian.  You can help by looking more into this creep who’s trying to cut him out. He almost got sent to prison, man. And you know Seb.. he doesn’t make mistakes like that, right? So…

   I guess I’m just confused why no one is taking this seriously.

[ michele’s b rows raised in surprised. he wasn’t expecting this to be what they were going to talk about, but then again, he had never really expected axel to just show up at his office and want to talk to him at all. ]

i have looked into it. and remo has looked into it. but there is nothing we can do. and i have told sebastian that. there is nothing. no evidence to suggest who it is. [ he shrugged his shoulders, and leaned back in his chair. ] there’s nothing to do. what do i do? interrogate every man in this family? give sebastian a body gaurd? i don’t think so.

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puppyrogue‌:

   [Swings open Michele’s door and walk straight into his room, office?.  He might also have forgotten to knock. He’s wearing his street style clothes, but at least he’s wearing the big expensive brands. He probably looks a little bit like Robert…          Gotta be representable but still look damn cool, yo.]

   Ey, Fratello.

   Gotta talk to you.     Whooooops–    Did I interrupt ya’?  You don’t look so happy. Or maybe that’s just your face.            ….It’s a good look, though. Never change, man.  

 [Okay so maybe he was a little nervous… even though trying not to act it.]

[ michele had become a little startled when someone came barging into his office. never really a good idea. however his fight or flight began to calm down once he realised it was just axel. oh jesus.       he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, much like sebastian would do. must be a family thing. ]

we are not brothers... what can i help you with , axel? 

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mamasbvy:

sebastian had his head in his hands. it was either that or get up and pace around the room, again, but it didn’t do much help the first time. ❝ i seriously don’t care about the hearing right now, michele. are you kidding me? axel is missing! have you not been listening to me this whole time?! ❞

michele sighed at his baby brother.  ❝ robert and milo are out right now looking for him. and they’re good right? you don’t even know if anything has happened. he’s probably just.... at a bar or something. lost track of time? but you have a trial tomorrow and you can’t avoid that. ❞

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❝ all i am saying, sebastian, is that you need to rest and get ready for your hearing, which in case you forgot is tomorrow morning. you can’t afford to show up tired and unprepared. ❞

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mrtinelli:

puppyrogue:

   Axel knew too, how tough it could be in there. And he just hoped that Sebastian would be okay, that no one would hurt him and that he’d come out of this safe and sound.

   He nodded, showing Michele he understood and would do as told, together with Robert. “Yeah, Okay.” The blonde replied, pinching his own arm in a nervous tick. “…Yo, he’ll be fine, right? Your lawyer is the best, right?” Axel’s worried eyes sought the brother’s and wished for some comforting words from them both, that Sebastian would come out of this mess in one piece.

❝ the lawyer is good, but it depends on so many things, axel, ❞ robert explained, trying to break the bad news in the nicest of ways. he too would prefer to imagine the best possible outcome, but in this job he has seen so many people he knew go to prison, even when they were confident, that he had learnt not to get his hopes up anymore.  ❝ we don’t know what kind of evidence they have… people could rat him out… i mean really stupid people, but still. ❞

❝ we won’t know any of that until he is released on bail, and the evidence...well they probably won’t bring all that out until the trial. however i don’t think there is much use in worrying about it all now. it won’t help him any. ❞ robert replied, as he looked down and fiddled with a loose thread on the hem of his jacket sleeve. he didn’t believe in getting their hopes up, or his own. he would much rather be realistic with his expectations, that way he didn’t get any nasty surprises at the end of the day.  ❝ best case scenario he gets one-- maybe two years? minimum. ❞

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mrtinelli:

puppyrogue:

  Axel wrinkled his nose and frowned at Robert, crossing his arms over his chest before turning to look at the oldest brother when he spoke. It pissed the youngest male in the room off about how calm Michele was. How he lighted up a cigarette like this was just anyone. This was Sebastian for fucks sake!

  But they knew what to do, they had done this many times, and even though Axel didn’t act like it, he trusted the man. Michele probably had this all under control. But he was still worried.

  The blonde bit the tip of his tongue and let his eyes go back and forth between the Martinelli brothers. “…They’re going to find evidence of me in there. If they run my stuff, like DNA or some shit through the database, they’ll… How do we explain that?  What if they find a way to connect him to my shit?”

robert did what he was told and shut his mouth. he wandered over to the sofa and took a seat. he wasn’t like michele, he wasn’t as good as he was at hiding his worry. he remembered many years ago when his older brother had gone to prison, he didn’t feel so concerned, he knew his brother could look out for himself. sebastian though? he wasn’t so sure. he knew his brother was smart, and he could handle a gun pretty well… but without that? in prison? he couldn’t see his uptight, germaphobe little brother doing so well in a place like that.

❝ i don’t think they’re looking for dna, ❞ robert replied, a lot quieter now, glancing toward michele for confirmation.  ❝ they’re looking for evidence to prove he is involved in illegal activity. they’ll be grilling him though, i can tell you that. they’ll be trying to get him to spill all he knows…which is a lot. ❞

❝...well let’s just hope he doesn’t. ❞ michele mumbled. he knew his brother was smart, smart enough not to become a rat, and he was loyal... but michele didn’t know if he could trust sebastian’s willpower. he wasn’t sure if he could handle and intensive interrogation... however it all depended on who was doing the interrogation didn’t it? and how bad they wanted that information.  

❝ considering the current events... i think the police will be putting a lot of pressure on us. that means you robert, even something small like a bar fight or drug possession will land you in hot water. you have to many strikes against your name. axel, when you can go back to your place, which i don’t think they’d be there for much longer, take robert with you. you two will have to insure they didn’t bug the apartment, understand? i’m not taking any chances. ❞

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mrtinelli:

@puppyrogue​ 

“WHAT?! How– Why– … scratch the ‘why’. When?? Where is he– I’m getting him out.” Axel said, clearly getting more and more stressed as the seconds passed. “Are you two just going to sit here and chew on your nails? Seriously?? You’re a freaking Mafia Family!”

❝ that’s not how we do things! ❞ robert spat back, his temper already beginning to rise rapidly. he was stressing out too, though trying his best to hold it in, but it was getting a little too much for him now. and besides this was HIS little brother they were talking about and he didn’t appreciate the implication that he was just sitting around doing nothing–… even if he was….  ❝ what do you want us to do? run into a police station full of armed cops, guns blazing? great suicide mission, idiota. ❞

❝ oi! roberto, chiudi la bocca. zip it, ❞ the older man order with a warning glare, before leaning back in his chair and turning his gaze to axel. ❝ there is nothing we do but wait until they post the bail. then we get him a lawyer and we do it right. we go breaking every single one of our men out of jail no one could walk around the city without raising alarms could they? we do not involve ourselves in the same messes you are your friends do. ❞ michele paused for a moment in order to light himself a cigarette.  ❝ sebasiano was arrested in your apartment and the police are probably raiding it for evidence as we speak… that’s while i had roberto tell you not to go back there. be patient. sebastiano isn’t the first of us to go to prison. ❞

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mrtinelli:

❝ nice, ❞ robert replied sarcastically. his brother was a sneaky bastard, apparently. well fuck you too michele. of course he didn’t want to say that out loud, that would only lead to a lecture.  ❝ fine. i’ll be the asshole who tells him then. and you can just stay safety away over here and not have to deal with his tantrum. very nice. now, listen, there’s one more thing we have to talk about, mickey. ❞

michele sighed, resting his head into his hand, looking his brother over quickly, as if to decide whether or not he was going to annoy him.  ❝ alright, hurry up. and don’t say anything that will piss me off, robert. i don’t have time right now for your stupid shit. ❞

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mrtinelli:

❝ woah, woah, woah, bro, ❞ robert replied, waving his hands in in the air. ❝ why me?! why do i always have to be the bad guy with the bad news? you tell him! it’s your job! ❞

he had expected this kind of reaction, however he had a loophole that would definitely get him out of having to tell him.  ❝ you’re going back to central city aren’t you? staying there for a little while longer yeah? so you can tell him when you get back there. i can’t exactly call regarding this, you know that. saves me travelling all the way out there, doesn’t it? ❞

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❝ no, sebastian didn’t get the job, ❞ michele replied, taking a seat himself.  ❝ given everything that-- you know, has happened recently they voted against that. remo is going to do that job. and no i haven’t told sebastian yet. maybe you should do it... ❞ michele would just push the unpleasant task off to robert, he’d probably do a better of breaking it to him gently. //  @mrtinelli​ / continued.

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mrtinelli:

❝ you know that is just a like suggestion, man. it’s not like it is even that big of a deal, okay?! ❞

❝ not a big fucking deal?! look at yourself! what the fuck is wrong with you?! ❞ michele rose from his seat, he was getting so frustrated he had to stand or else he felt like he might explode. ❝ you got fucking stabbed! you’re getting high every other day, or so sebastian tells me. what do you think mama would say if i told her huh?! and then you bring that axel into it?! and don’t you dare give me some bullshit like “oh it was his choice” or some other crap because you fucking know! you know he doesn’t understand how we do things. and you, you are going to tell sebastian what you did. ❞

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mrtinelli:

robert lay on sebastian’s sofa, staring at the ceiling. he didn’t answer his brother right away, but his blood was boiling. he was sick of all these lectures, from his brother of all people. well okay, so his brother was also his boss, but that was besides the point! he would get up and walk away, but it hurt too much. he wasn’t supposed to leave the hospital so early, but when you get injuries like that you get questions, and cops, and they didn’t need the hassle.  ❝ i do use my brain! i was making money! what?! i’m not allowed to fucking help make money?! ❞

❝ that’s not your fucking job, robert! ❞ michele shouted, his temper rising quickly. his job was stressful enough without him having to keep an eye on his brothers 24/7, and the fact that he had to keep coming over to missouri to clean up their messes made it even worse. he sigh, taking a moment to calm himself down.  ❝ that’s not your job and you know it’s not your job. all you were supposed to watch over sebastian. that was it. which doesn’t even fucking matter because you know we don’t get involved with drugs, robert! you know that! ❞

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❝ okay, i’ve had enough of you and sebastian fucking shit up. that’s it! that’s it, next time either one of you pulls something like this --i’m done! i can’t keep covering your tracks and-- and protecting you like this, you understand?! you’re an adult robert. grow up. and start using your fucking brain for once! ❞

@mrtinelli

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puppyrogue:

   Michele was surprisingly understanding. Axel hadn’t expected him to be this… chill. Of course Axel still had, and always would, have respect for the man. But he started to feel more and more like he needn’t to be scared. Unless he did something damn stupid.

   Axel formed a smile, placing his hands on the seat between his legs, leaning slightly forward. “He is happy, sir.  I mean… he was very worried and kinda distant before he told Robert, who then told you about me.    He was scared, I think… what you would say and do… but now that you do know and doesn’t seem to mind– He’s even happier!”

❝ you don’t have to call me sir, ❞ michele told him with another small smile.  ❝ you don’t work for me. michele is fine. ❞ however the smile didn’t last, and it slowly faded as he glanced down at the glass in his hand, and watch as he swirled the liquid around inside. making a tiny wirlpool.

❝ i understand why he would be scared. and that’s why i would prefer if he’d refrain from telling anyone else. at least for now, ❞ michele explained.  ❝ the people we know, work with, they’re rather old school. unfortunately it’s not very easy-- he’s just safer if he keeps it a secret for now. ❞