Canary in a Coal Mine: Two
AN: WE BACK AND JUST IN TIME FOR KINKTOBER BEBE😈🗣️
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Read part one: HERE
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Translations:
Sì, Corvo. = Yes, Crow
So cosa dice = I know what he said.
Anche io. = So do I
Quale cravatta mi suggerisci di scegliere? = What tie do you suggest I choose?
Stai zitto, cazzo! = Shut the fuck up!
Per favore! Mostrate pietà a mio nipote! = Please! Show mercy to my nephew
Warnings: Violence, blood, Semi-public, two crazy ass niggas
Reader takes Stack out for new threads before bring him to meet with the Italians and once again Stack proves himself worthy.
The Canary lounges on a leather chaise, nursing a rum-spiked coffee whiling watch Benny and his apprentice Nico (who you noted has a silent but obvious problem that two Black people just walked in and were served with priority) work on practically sewing Stack into his new look.
A sleek charcoal and pinstriped three piece suit with a crisp maroon undershirt and dark burgundy vest that matches the layers of your dress. Stack’s face is distant, his body stiffly controlled as Benny keeps asking you for any critique for how to dress up your latest offering to Nitti. Nico places some dull stud-style silver cufflinks onto Stack’s sleeves, obviously unpolished.
Stack’s jaw twitching as he rolls the toothpick he was grinding to the other side of his mouth when he sees the low quality things. Stack goes to speak but takes a deep breath and meets your eyes instead seeking permission to correct. With a smile you sip at his seething. Stack grinds the toothpick but nods and tilts his head back as Nico re-buttons his shirt.
Good, Stack was learning well without being taught. He doesn’t take bait, he only takes commands. Gonna have to reward to reinforce that behavior.
Benny presents a selection of three ties to go with the outfit. One a dark gray with black stripes, one a dark purple, and one a plain deep red silk. You hum over them in interest, feeling the quality of each, the gray one felt like raw fucking cotton and the purple may as well be cheesecloth. Why in the world is Benny offering this shit?
“You are a craftsman?” you ask the older man and he swallows but gives a deep nod.
“Yes, Miss. Canary.”
“These selections… have quite the range.”
“Yes Madama. I am training my nephew here and asked him to make selections to present for you.”
“Does he think?” You ask. Benny swallows. Stack looks down his nose as Nico pauses to scowls but goes back to adjusting the last buttons before stepping back.
“He’s only been here eight months.” Benny excuses, you raise an eyebrow at that.
“So, he does think?”
“Sì, Corvo.” Nico says softly with a polite nod, like he was addressing you with respect. Like he didn’t just call you a crow to your face and had the gall to answer a question not directed at him. You look at Benny, chuckling into your cup as you take another sip.
“He said: Yes, my lady.” Benny weakly tries to excuse and you smack your lips.
“So cosa dice.” you deadpan and Benny wilts.
“Anche io.” Stack affirms.
Benny’s face goes sullen and grim while Nico looks at both of you in nervous shock. You point at the younger man then curl a finger to draw him forward. Nico hesitates, you meet Stack’s eyes and take the last sip as Stack shoves Nico forward instead. It’s hard enough that the young man staggers and nearly knocks over his uncle. Benny curses and hauls Nico to stand straight in front of you.
“Quale cravatta mi suggerisci di scegliere?” you ask Nico as you hand off your cup to Benny and take the ties from him.
“Miss. Canary-” Benny ties to intervene but is shut up by Stack's glare and your wick grin of irritated kindness.
“Benny, please get my man a drink here. Some of that good hooch I gotcha for New Years.” You calmly shut down the older man. Nico's eyes got wide at that, he was finally realizing his mistake in such disrespect. The older man sniffs but nods leaving Nico to face his consequences.
“What tie do you suggest?” you ask Nico again. He tries to back away and instantly Stack gets behind him. Stack places a firm hand on Nico’s shoulder and a trenchknife threatening the middle of Nico’s spine keeps the Italian boy there.
You hold up the grey and black tie. “What about this one? Why should I choose this?”
“Uhm, no… you, it was a mistake,” he bumbles and you tilt your head curiously.
“What is the quality of this tie?”
“It’s cheap. I’-”
“Oh! So you suggest this tie to me, ‘cause I’m cheap?”
“No! No, madama, I-”
“Stai zitto, cazzo! Your talk is cheap and I only like expensive things. Stack," You hand the man the cheap tie, ” get rid of it.” you command flicking Nico's forehead.
Pleas and the start of sobs bubble out Nico’s mouth as you sway back to your seat and move on to feel the fine texture of the deep red silk tie. Stack yanks Nico back by his collar and stuffs the tie into Nico’s mouth. The young man chokes around the mouthful of fabric then cries out when Stack grabs a fist full of his hair and bashes Nico’s head - mouth first - into the edge of a table.
Blood, spit, and teeth chips splatter across the table all while Nico sputters and Stack keeps bashing him. You study the way Stack's muscle finely flex and his solid stance your watch, just the look of him made your pussy tingle. Stack bounces this boy's head four more times before you give a short birdy whistle that singles Stack to drop Nico to the floor.
He cries once he hits the ground as he tries to crawl away. Stack kicks his brand new leather Oxford into Nico gut. It knocks that air out of the young man who then curls into a ball at Stack’s feet whimpering pitifully and spitting out blood in a spit filled beg for forgiveness. Benny rushes out, stopped by Stack's glare into him tha tlight another piolet of fire inside of you.
A silver tongue and a steel glare. Good shit.
Benny swallows and turns to plead to you instead.
“Per favore! Mostrate pietà a mio nipote! Please, Miss. Canary he doesn’t know!” Benny tries and you scoff.
“Then let him learn. Either I teach now or I’ll let the Enforcer teach him!” You snap at Benny.
“I’ll let the suits know that you’ve allowed such disrespect to represent the favor Capone has bestowed upon you in serving me.”
You stand up, letting the cheap purple tie flutter to the floor as you step up and start to place the nice deep red one onto Stack’s neck. You purposely stomp the pointy end of your heel hard on Nico’s hand, then stand with your weight shifted back. He screams all while Benny looks down on him with fear and shame as he hands Stack his drink.
“Benny, you see these cufflinks this worthless ass nigga put on my man?” you say while gesturing to cheap ass cufflinks. Benny nods.
“Go get him some diamonds. You wanna platinum frame, Stack?” You ask. Stack hums, gives a sly smirk as he holds out on answering in favor of taking a long drink. Benny gulps while Nico tries to get up, you stomp again and he lays back down.
“Think I will, baby.” he answers smoothly, brushing Benny off. The older man flees to the locked case where the expensive cufflinks were locked in. You look down, frowning to see blood was splattered on Stack’s new shoes, even a dent from where a tooth almost lodged into the tip.
“You got my man’s fucking shoes dirty. Clean ‘em up.” you command, taking your foot of his hand in favor of kicking the purple tie over to him.
“Polish them cufflinks why ya at it too.” Stack says, spitting down on Nico as he shakily grasps the tie. Nico swallows back his bloody spit as he cleans off the shoes with clumsy movements.
“Miss. Canary.” Benny croaks as he presents the showy links. You nod in approval. Benny goes to take the old ones off Stack but the man halts him.
“Nah, ya boy here gotta get ‘em polished first. Abbia pazienza, signor Beniamino.” Stack tells the tailor. You hum in approval at his intimidation tactic. Forcing the older man to watch as his nephew pathetically cleans Stack’s shoes then holds on for dear life to Stack’s leg so he reaches up and shine the cufflinks to something decent.
As soon as Nico is done, Stack plucks them off and places them into Nico's shirt pocket.
“A tip fo’ the shoe shine.” Stack calls it before returning to his firm stance and letting you place the new cufflinks on him. You two walk out after that, the envelope of payment tossed next to the till as Benny scraps Nico off the floor.
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Stack lights your cigarette as you lead the way, you guys still have a very important appointment to make at the docks. You were pleased to present a perfect recruit. The two of you step onto the back of the street car heading towards the docks, standing in front of Stack you take a deep drag of the cig then pluck if out your mouth and kiss him.
It is a deep kiss that ends in you sharing the cloud of nicotine so that Stack ends up puffing it out when you pull back. You place your lipstick stained cigarettes in his mouth and he promptly puffs on. You undo his top buttons and pull out his dog tags with the marking ribbon still on the side to make sure it was properly displayed.
Stack watches you with intrigue as you run your hands down his front, smoothing out his clothes until you get to his belt. Stack gives a knowing chuckle as you tug it and bring him a step closer. Stack leans his head down until his ear is next to your lips.
“You wanna see how wet that shit got me?” you whisper. Stack goes a little wide eyed but his hand finds the slit on the side of your leg and eases in.
“Fuck.” he hisses quietly around the filter when his fingers meet naked slickness. You buck into his front a bit and roll your eyes back when he swipes through your slit a few times. The street car bell signals a coming stop so you tap Stack’s wrist and he pulls out as asked. You take back your cigarette from his mouth as Stack licks the taste of you off finger tips.
“That’s yours once the meeting is finished. You 're a good boy.” you tell him and Stack perks up as he shamelessly checks you out.
“Good boy?” he asks. You palm his dick with a smirk before turning around and pressing your ass into the front of him as you start to watch people. Stack’s hand settles on your hip.
“A very good boy.”
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