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xkohler:

He tensed at the sound of the voice behind him, his jaw clenching in irritation. This man knew him, or knew something, and everything in him told him to bolt, but instead he stayed put. He wasn’t going to risk walking out just so the man could get a better glimpse of him, or maybe he had people waiting outside. For all he knew, it was a trap. “And how do you know I’m hiding?” He said, turning his head slightly over his shoulder in hopes of catching a glimpse, anything distinctive he could identify him with. But all he could really focus on was the sound of his voice, short of actually turning around to face him. He didn’t care at all what the man had to say. He wanted to know who he was.

“Who are you?” He said quietly, his voice hardening. His eyes darted between glancing out the window and towards the door, watching people as they entered. “You are alone?” He asked, suspicion creeping in. “If you try anything you and everyone in this diner, dies.” He warned, his hand falling instinctively to the hidden pistol, pulling back only when the waitress arrived with his coffee as requested. He smiled warmly at her, mouthing a ‘thank you’ as she poured him a cup. He waited until she was out of earshot before speaking again. “What do you want?”

“I’d say it was the shifty eyes if I had seen ‘em, but truthfully, it’s because in some ways, I’m doin’ the same.” Sterling replied casually, leaning back in his seat and forcing himself not to turn around to give the man an incredulous ‘you’re-really-just-gonna-put-that-all-out-there-like-that’ look as he started asking questions and making threats almost in the same breath. Sterling found himself wondering just what it was that this guy did for a living, why he was affiliated with the Devils in someway, but he reckoned he wasn’t a spy of any sort.

“Boy, you sure do result to threatenin’ the innocent quick enough, don’t ya, cowboy?” Sterling asked with a chuckle, knowing that he maybe shouldn’t be toying with the guy behind him. That maybe he should be more afraid than intrigued by this turn of events for his day. “Just curious, we have some common friends it seems and I’d reckon that you’re keepin’ your head down for similar reasons as I’m keepin’ mine up. Ballcaps don’t suit me really, so it’s best I stay blatant.” He quipped, dancing his fingers over the tabletop in front of him. As much as he wanted to ask the man what exactly it was that he did with the Devils, he knew it wasn’t his place to ask. Still, he did a mental sweep of the books he’d been cooking and given that he had only started seeing the man somewhat recently... There was one paid sum that stood out.

“You really get paid too much to be resortin’ to a fuckin’ ballcap.”

#c:anton #[ the world is resting on the tip of his tongue || interactions ]

xkohler:

@rivalsofnycstarters

The remote fell from Anton’s hand in shock as news of the latest on Tim’s whereabouts were confirmed: the detective…dead. For a moment, something akin to regret struck him. Would Tim still be alive right now if it wasn’t for that fucking boot? The one he’d put him in? But as soon as the thought struck him it was gone, and he was hurrying about his home in a rush gathering his things as quickly as possible. He gathered every weapon he had stashed in every corner of his apartment into a duffel bag, ripping into the floorboard of his closet for his emergency stash of cash and passports, and throwing clothes from his closet into a suitcase. He paused only once in his frenzy to clear out, picking up a picture of him and Isabella from his nightstand. Hurriedly he opened the frame, retrieving the photo and pocketing it, tossing the frame aside with a clatter. Tucking his handgun into the waistband of his pants, he turned towards his phone next, scrolling through the contacts. Dom’s number. He paused, swallowing. He didn’t want to lose contact with her. Not completely. He took the photo of Isabella, flipping it over, quickly scrawling the digits on the backside before returning it to his breast pocket. He’d call her later. Maybe. If things ever calmed down. And with that he destroyed his phone, breaking it into pieces. Taking out the sim and snapping it, smashing it until it was just a mess of plastic, glass and aluminum on the floor.

In a flash he was out the door, packing his things hurriedly into his van. And with one last look at the home he’d lived in since his arrival to New York, he peeled out the driveway and into the street, driving towards a safe house owned by the mob. He’d be safe here for a few days. For now.

Many hours later after settling in and the sun had set, he grabbed his cap, pulling it low over his eyes. He walked along the street, keenly aware of everyone and everything around him, his hand never venturing far from the loaded gun he had tucked away, until he made it to a diner on the outskirts of the city. Settling in the furthest booth, he seated himself in the corner, keeping a watchful eye on the door for whoever entered. This was a public appearance he wouldn’t have had to make if he’d fucking eaten like he was supposed to. “Coffee, black.” He told the waitress when she appeared. “And eggs. Make it quick.” He slipped her a $50 to encourage her to be speedy about it, keeping his head low.

With the Devils practically on lockdown, Sterling knew that being out and about in the city wasn’t something that he should have been doing, but he also felt it was best to not appear as if he was hiding himself a way should their still be the eyes of the NYPD on his back. After their interrogation of him the day prior, Sterling now had an awareness of how much he stood out from the typical crowd around the Devils. At least as someone who came and went from Moonlight and fraternized amongst their ranks as he did. He didn’t get the feeling that the police suspected her was a Devil, but more that they were curious as to his dealings with them instead. It was a technicality, but one he was pleased existed.

Now, he was making a show of being perfectly normal and picking up some food for himself and whoever else was hanging around his home when he went back to it. Taking a seat in one of the booths as he waited for his order to be made and bagged up, Sterling’s attention perked when he heard a familiar voice from the booth behind him. The distinctive accent was one that he had heard in Moonlight yesterday when he had finally gotten back after his run in. He didn’t know the man, or his reason for being there, but he could sense the tension and the importance of his presence there that day.

“Does the ballcap really do it for anyone who is tryin’ to lay low? You would think a non-descriptive t-shirt and some jeans would be enough to do the trick. Maybe pop on some non-prescription glasses and call it a day even.” Sterling reasoned, turning his head only slightly and keeping his eyes on the waitstaff behind the counter rather than the gang affiliate just behind him. “You ever think about hidin’ that accent of yours or somethin’?” He wondered.

#c:anton #[ the world is resting on the tip of his tongue || interactions ]

isaacthedevil:

Isaac sat and listened to him. He watched the man he loved tell the story of what had happened with him. He held on to every word that he said. “Who was the cop that pulled you over?” He asked him. “Who interrogated you?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the chair he was sitting in. He looked at him his mask slipping. As the other man stepped closer.

He looked up everything he felt over the last few hours on his face. He let out the breath he was holding. “I didn’t know what happened to you. I have never been that scared in my life. I thought something had happened.” He said his voice cracking as he stood up leaning his forehead against the other mans. “You can’t ever do that to me again.” He said swallowing back the moment before pressing his lips against the other mans.

“It don’t matter, I. It was bound to happen.” Sterling replied, definitely not wanting his boyfriend to do anything brash and make himself stand out to the police as well. Things were too delicate at the moment for such thing. What he did appreciate was that despite Isaac trying to block him out, to put a cap on his feelings, the other man couldn’t quite seem to do it.

Then, the mask broke entirely and Sterling felt relief at that. He didn’t want Isaac to worry, but he much rather see that emotion on his face than none at all. “I know, baby. I’m sorry, but I’m alright. Nothin’ happened to me.” Sterling soothed, one hand finding Isaac’s cheek as he stood and rested his forehead against his. Sterling returned Isaac’s kiss with all his heart, moving his lips against his, sliding his hand from his face to his hair as he held him close for a long moment before pulling back. “Can’t make that kinda promise though, darlin’ and you know it. Too much uncertainty in the things we do around here.” He reasoned.

#c:isaac #[ the world is resting on the tip of his tongue || interactions ]

isaacthedevil:

When he heard the voice and the door click close behind him he drew in a deep breath before turning around. He felt relief and frustration and anger and happiness all at the same time.”Its about damn time Whitaker. Where the hell have you been?” He asked his arms crossed his chest. He wasn’t going to react like he wanted to. He forced himself to sit there in the chair and not jump up and hug the man he loved. He stared at him from the chair, clenching his jaw to keep control. “You ok?” He asked him.

Honestly, Sterling could have predicted that Isaac was going to be pissed at him. He should have called or texted the man before ditching his phone but he had been too concerned about the Miguel knowing something of immediate concern about the devices that Sterling didn’t and didn’t want to risk anything. “Good to see you too, darlin’.” Sterling quipped, his lips almost twitching up in amusement in response to the other man’s harshness but he forced himself to not antagonize him any further. “Well, I was across the city when Miguel texted so I was rushin’ over here and got pulled over, was prepared to just slip the guy a few hundreds but then he was taking my license and askin’ me to get out of the car and said I was needin’ to go in for questionin’ regardin’ a disappearance... so you can guess where I’ve been for the past couple of hours, I reckon.” He explained before sighing at his question. “I’m alrigh’, just tired and annoyed. Ain’t nothin’ like gettin’ asked the same shit over and over again while sat in a cold chair with nothin’ but the coffee my lawyer brought in for me.” Sterling replied.

“Sorry for worryin’ you, gorgeous. I ditched my phone when Miguel said and then everythin’ went to hell in a handbasket.” He informed the other, regarding him for a moment before taking a step closer then another, and another, until he was stood right in front of the other man. “Whatcha hidin’ in here for anyways?” Sterling asked softly.

#c:isaac #[ the world is resting on the tip of his tongue || interactions ]

Outgoing call 📲 Miguel

Miguel: "Fuckin' christ. They ask you any names? We're all gonna be fuckin' suspects at that point. It'll be a fuckin' wild goose chase. If they ain't got anything concrete, cause a fuckin' storm. Your guy hear anything on the white collar side? This shit is no joke. That fuckin' cop sat in the same spot for weeks at our bar. Aigh - Just handle it and get the fuck down here."

Sterling: "They're askin' but I ain't sayin' shit for shit, man. My lawyers doin' most of the talkin' for me. They don't seem like they got much to go off of, asked me if I knew the detective or the woman, asked if I had seen them that night, what I knew about all y'all at moonlight. Didn't say nothin' about him investigatin' anyone but I'm sure that was on purpose. It definitely ain't a joke and I ain't heard shit. We know what that guy was entrenched in here in the city, doesn't seem like he made many messes anywhere else from what I've heard. But yeah, man. I'll handle it. Just know it ain't gonna stop at me. Got this lawyer on retainer though."

#pc: miguel #[ the world is resting on the tip of his tongue || interactions ]

isaacthedevil:

@sterlingwhitaker

Isaac had pacing the still being resconstructed club, talking to everyone getting their stories, but hie patience were wearing thin. It had been too long and Sterling still hadn’t showed up. His mask was beginning to slip. He stepped in the back where Sterlings office was and let himself in. He was worried about the other man, he had no way to get a hold of him. He knew he would have destroyed his phone by now,. He had called the staff at his house on the moonlight phone and he wasn’t there. He stared at the wall trying to keep his emotions in check. When he heard the door open behind him, he didn’t bother to look he just barked at the person. “This office is not available. Get out.”

There was a fair amount of annoyance that came with being interrogated by the police, no matter who you were, if you were innocent, or if your overpriced lawyer was there intercepting almost any question. It was a nuisance and by the time that Sterling had arrived at Moonlight, it was obvious that he had missed the large part of the meeting and was now subjected to more than a handful of Devils milling aimlessly about the space that was still under construction. With a sigh, Sterling decided to first head to his office before checking in with Miguel or Garrett if he was around.

Opening the door, he was surprised to see someone already inside his space, but then not so much when he heard their voice. “And here I was thinkin’ that I was the one who got to decide on its availability.” Sterling quipped, stepping further into the room and shutting the door behind him.

#c:isaac #[ the world is resting on the tip of his tongue || interactions ]

Outgoing call 📲 Miguel

Miguel: "I do have a fuckin' job to do. What? The fuck you mean interrogation room? For what? You meet with any cops you recognize? There's three others roaming around. Two brunettes, and another European fuck. Get your ass out of there and get here. We might all need a god damn lawyer at this point,"

Sterling: "For bein' at a party that said cops disappeared after, and by apparently bein' one of the most interestin' of the bunch that go in and out of Moonlight. Showed my pictures of myself walkin' in and leavin', asked what kind of business I got with y'all's type. But yeah, man. Let me get right on that whole leavin' thing. My lawyer says there's probably about another good hour of questionin' or so that they can force on me until he can call it harassment without cause, but I thought I'd give y'all a heads up in the meantime."

#t:miguel #[ call me beep me || text ]

Outgoing call 📲 Miguel

Ringing... Ringing... Ringing...

Sterling: "About time you answered. I mean, all I'm doin' is gettin' my ass hounded by some cops in a shitty interrogation room after ditchin' my phone just before gettin' pulled over and brought in. No big deal. This is my lawyer's phone by the way, no worries about it bein' tapped. He gets paid too much to be crooked to do us in with a stupid ass mistake like that."

#pc: miguel #[ the world is resting on the tip of his tongue || interactions ]

[SMS] CONTACT LIST - DEVILS

Miguel: One time exception.

Miguel: Urgent enough for you to throw your phone into traffic.

Sterling: Gotcha- I'll be there asap. Ditching it now

#t:miguel #[ call me beep me || text ]

[SMS] CONTACT LIST - DEVILS

Miguel: Everyone to the club.

Miguel: One hour.

Sterling: Gonna take me longer than an hour, man- I'm all the way across the city

Sterling: This urgent enough for me to pay off whoever tries to pull me over?

#t:miguel #[ call me beep me || text ]

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miss-nina-walker:

“If you had known better back then you would have realized that you didn’t need to impress me Sterling. I was smitten with you for the longest time before that. You know I was never the type that would have been against what you had planned for us to do.” Nina replied laughing a bit at his explanation. It was a nice sort of detour into the past with them. A moment in time where she knew she was in love with Sterling. She still loved him to death but their relationship had evolved into something else and in a way something better. She could have a million boyfriends in her life and they could come and go over time, but she only had one Sterling.

She was glad the walk through memory lane had brought some lightness to their conversation because she hated the seriousness. She hated thinking there was something wrong with Sterling. Maybe it was because he was helping her through a very scary process in her own life, but her brain had immediately gone to something was wrong. It was hard for her to separate privacy with bad thinking, because that had been her whole life lately. She hoped it wasn’t that though. Nina didn’t like that line of thinking and hoped that maybe it was more being distracted than anything else. Whatever it was though she wanted him to know she was someone to trust.

When the pair moved to somewhere more quiet, Nina felt it was easier to talk. If she could be helpful even remotely as much as he helped her no matter how small, she’d do it. “ Of course. I’m always here to listen”

Leading the way to the balcony, Sterling only paused their steps when they were far removed from the crowds. In a darkened corner, Sterling knew that any passerby would think nothing of the pair that had to appear like two entangled lovers rather than friends with a complex past and present in which one was about to reveal something that only one other person in his present life knew about.

“You’re always here for me, honey. I appreciate it more than anythin’ else and I know that’s... well, that’s why I want to tell you somethin’ that I haven’t really told anyone else. You and I, we don’t keep secrets so it ain’t right that I’ve been keepin’ this one and... hell, I just don’t want to keep it from you anymore.” Sterling admitted, knowing that his lead up was probably making the woman concerned or anxious but he couldn’t seem to stop his jaw from flapping in his nervousness. “I’m not straight.” He finally admitted, the words tumbling from between his lips and starting another bout of babbling. “I think I might be pansexual. Honestly, I’ve done a lot of readin’ about it but I still ain’t too sure. I just know that it’s not just girls that I like.” Sterling explained, his gaze jumping from Nina to the space around them before finally settling on her for more than only a few brief seconds. “And I’m seein’ someone... a guy.” He admitted, just to lay all his cards on the table.