— GUNPOWDER & LEAD

Matteo Rossi. enforcer. gym owner. "what is the opposite of a kiss? the space between my breaths the thoughts at 3 a.m your hands around my throat a punch to the cheek the taste of blood behind my teeth."

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rachel-hathburn​:

Rachel laughed as his response hit her ears. “Like what? A look other than that devilish smirk?” She added, smiling slightly. “Oh I don’t know, what’s new. Any new lovers on the horizon?” She teased, poking his side a bit. 

“I didn’t know I had one lover to begin with.” Sex, sure, he had that countless times but he’d hardly call them lovers as he expected none of his partners referred to him that way. “What about you? Got your eye on someone?”

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{ sms } 📲 all royals.

Payton: Carson called a meeting at Ace, everyone get there within the next two hours.

Payton: And any information you have, spit it out now.

Matteo: I'll be there. I've got some people here I'll found up.

Matteo: None on the kidnapping.

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camillexrodriguez​:

Camille’s eyes widened slightly when he tugged the stool and pulled her closer to him, close enough to smell the cologne radiating from him. “Wouldn’t you like to find out,” she simply stated as she lifted her gaze up towards his face, putting her elbow down on the surface of the bar, brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear. She turned her head to look over at the bartender when the glass of tequila was placed down in front of her. “Gettin’ a free drink.” She brought the drink up to her lips, taking a sip.

“Yeah,” he quipped, unabashed by the blunt native. He was sure she’d already seen him surveying her, watched his eyes glide to the swell of her breast. A creature of a woman. “I think I’d love to find out.” He could already imagine her in questionable positions. Watching as she tucked a strand back, he nodded his head. “I doubt you’d have to try hard for that.” He inched closer, if only to catch the scent of her perfume or shampoo. Pulling back slightly, he let darkened hues fall to her lips. “Is that all you want? A drink?”

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xsarsour​:

Samir chuckled awkwardly, glancing about him. Him? A ‘baby’? He supposed he could be. “Are you… talking to me?” He swallowed nervously, looking at the stool for a long moment before taking an unsure seat. “I’ll just have uh, a water. Thanks.” He told the bartender. “I don’t drink…” He looked at the man nervously, scooting the stool he’d sat on a little bit away from him. He grinned wide, looking everywhere but the man, in the eye.

“This is fun.”

Matteo let laughter billow from his lips. “The pretty blonde behind you,” he hummed, watching as the blonde winked at Matteo before vanishing in the woman’s restroom. He’d offered him a drink, the least he could do was follow through with it. “Cheap date, makes up for the lack of a rack.” Matteo stated as she sat up, groaning against the rim of his beer was audible. “Sure it is, bud. D’you always come here for, uh, water?”

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quinndavis​:

Leaning an elbow against the counter, Quinn let her gaze trail over him, a brow arched. “Not your baby,” Typical arrogant male, and she wasn’t impressed. Even as the bartender set her own beer down, and she reached for it, placing a few bills upon the bar. “–and definitely not interested.” There were many things she couldn’t stand in life, and entitled men were one of them as she sipped the amber liquid.  

“Big words for a little girl,” The male grinned as he placed his feet on the stool he’d pushed back. “You should have saved your breath and ignored me, but I bet it gets you all rilled up to turn down men.” His head shook, looking around at the other girls. They were much more interesting. With a tilt of her head towards a pretty blonde, he grinned when she approached him, having long since forgotten the other.

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camillexrodriguez​:

Camille walked over towards the bar, pausing when she heard a voice. “You know - “ she turned to face the male as she let her eyes rest on him for a few seconds. “I actually just watched that movie 365 days and you are totally givin’ me the Dom vibe right now.” She teased. Her eyes flickered down towards the stool he nudged. “Tequila.” She told the bartender without  her gaze leaving his. “Well… Since you said please.”

Matteo laughed then, bringing his beer to his lips while he surveyed the other. A hand extended to grab the base of her stool, dragging it and her closer to him. “Is that what you like?” His voice dropped a few octaves, letting dark hues trail over her. “A rougher hand?” He wasn’t always opposed to that, and she didn’t give him the vibes that she’d take too much control in the bed. “So, what’s got a girl like you doing all on your lonesome self?” A true shame given that he knew who this girl was — Payton’s. 

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@rivalsofnycstarters​

Lifting his gaze towards the figure who seemed to over before the bar, as if contemplating whether they wanted a drink or not, Matteo looked them over. “Hey baby,” he paused then, placing his drink on the bar as he leaned up from his seat. “You lost?” A wry grinned wrapped around his features as knuckles rapped on the surface of the bar. “Get me a second round, and whatever they want.” Nudging the free stool at his side, he kicked it bar. “Sit.” More of an order than a question, though with a quirk of his lip and a nudge of his chin — he continued. “Please.”

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xkohler​:

@rivalsofnycstarters​

He lay passed out in bed, still fully-clothed, when a loud knock woke him with a start. He groaned into his pillow, grumbling into it as he lay there facedown. “Go away.” He grunted, voice muffled. Sunlight filtered in through his curtains, causing his splitting headache to worsen. He pulled the pillow over his head to block out the light, exhaustion threatening to overtake him when the knock came again. Cursing, he pulled himself to his feet, tripping over his shoes as he went. At least he’d managed to get them off. He kicked them aside before ambling towards the door, making a pit stop at his medicine cabinet to pop an ibuprofen. 

“What do you need?” He called from the other side of the door, refusing to open it straight away. His head was pounding and he really didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. “Just leave the package on the step, and say I signed for it.”

Matteo was fucking sick and tired of the mail that was continuously dropped on his front door. It wasn’t the right fucking address and at this point, he wasn’t sure if the mailman was dyslexic or someone was fucking with him. Therefore, he chose to go to the address and drop off the pile in person. When he rapped his knuckles upon the surface and heard the voice, laughing boomed from his chest. “Come get your fucking mail or I’ll walk in and put it on your table.” The male hissed, rapping his knuckles harder. 

“Your shit has been coming by my house for the last month. Next time, i’ll be going in the fucking shredder.”

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rachel-hathburn​:

“Listen, All I’m saying is you’d look so good with highlights!” Rachel sipped her drink and smiled at the other. “But, whatever you’re not going to listen to me.” She teased, rolling her eyes playfully. “So, what’s new. You’re always so fucking mysterious, can I get an update?” 

“I can think of better things that would look good on me,” Matteo hummed as he looked over the girl, racking in her form. “An update on what? Be more specific and I might be inclined on indulging you a little bit.” He grinned, leaning back in his seat. “Do I get something?”