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✧ @akansuya47 ✧
Don’t ask him what’s gotten into him. He seemed to have a lighter step, felt like he’d been walking on air. Melody Sonnenblume had gotten to him. He couldn’t help it. As he approached the bar for another drink of his own, he looked over to see Ana standing there. Was she texting someone? Or just playing on her phone to seem busy? Nevertheless, he decided to interrupt. “That’s a nice dress.”
✧ @dantexxvicario ✧
Holy shit. That was Dante Vicario. Matteo’s eyes were on the Don, unable to look away. Holy shit, holy fuck. There’s no way he knows who you are. But you still have to thank him. But you shouldn’t make a fool out of yourself. But. But. But. Downing the rest of his glass of whiskey, he set it down on the counter before forcing his way through the crowd and to the man.
Don’t fuck this up, Mazzanti. “Hi.” Great start. You already look like a fool. Don’t stutter. Keep talking. “You probably don’t know who I am. That’s - that’s fine. No big deal.” Idiot. “I’m - fuck,” he swears under his breath, trying to recompose himself. “Matteo Mazzanti. I’m Luca - D’Amore, Luca D’Amore’s assistance. Assistant.” Fuck!
“I... don’t want to take up too much of your time, I know you’ve probably got better things to do than entertain me, so -- I just... wanted to thank you... for giving me the opportunity to be at this party, and... and for not killin’ me when Luca prolly should’ve, and... for makin’ me... not... as broke as I was before. I dunno if you have anything to do with my paycheck, but, uh - if you do - thanks.” How was he supposed to recover from this? “I’m not normally... like this.”
✧ open ✧
A party like this wasn’t a party worth going to, in Matteo’s mind. He didn’t know what the point of putting a suit on for a few hours was. He didn’t understand why they’d call it a party if it was really just going to be a bunch of people with sticks up their asses holding drinks but not actively drinking them, talking, and feeling as if they couldn’t touch anything around them?
He understood why Luca wanted him to be there -- he understood that he could be a pair of eyes and ears that blended into the crowd easily. He wasn’t a big name - he wasn’t anyone special. Hell, a bunch of people within the Italians didn’t even know who he was, let alone those outside of his organization. Luca’s organization. Dante’s organization. God - chain of commands were exhausting, especially when Matteo tried to please everyone above him.
Once he arrived, he decided to split off from the group and keep his eyes and ears open - one never knew what one may find out or who one may talk to in this city just by being in the right place at the right time.
✧ @nadya-kingsley ✧
When Luca got fucked, Matteo got nights off. Those nights off led to him often getting lost in his own thoughts - and not in a good way. That’s when he tended to wander the streets. This time, instead of throwing himself a dumb pity party on New York’s sidewalks, he found himself at a pool bar. He was going to play against himself - and he’d even started to do so - before realizing how pathetic he probably looked. So, picking up his glass, he took a sip of the whiskey, looking around the room. His eyes landed on a very pretty brunette who didn’t seem to be with anybody, so he grabbed a spare cue, walking over to her. “You wanna join? I need somebody to play against - kinda sad to play alone, right...?”
✧ @navaretteluna ✧
What could he say? This girl was pretty. She wasn’t one of Luca’s girls - at this point, Matteo knew almost all of their faces and names pretty intimately - but she was stunning enough that she’d fit right in with that crowd. He found himself speechless for a moment, before clearing his throat, chuckling, and pushing a hand through his hair, blinking himself back to reality. “Hi...” What a great starter, Mazzanti. “Um- can I help you with somethin’...?”
✧ @kittyxkatxmoore ✧
“Can I help you with something?” He didn’t recognize the woman. Luca didn’t tell him that he’d been expecting any visitors. So why was he being approached by some stranger who didn’t look all-too-happy with her situation, whatever it may be? Matteo would admit that he was pretty good at remembering faces, and he couldn’t remember this woman at all. Therefore, he made his own decision to end the situation in its tracks, without bothering Luca about whether or not he should let this woman in. Widening his stance slightly, he crossed his arms over his chest, raising his eyebrows. “Mr. D’Amore isn’t accepting visitors tonight.” It’s definitely peacocking a little; Matteo knows that he’s no bodyguard, but maybe this’ll make Luca look at him in a better light.
✧ @a-shepherd ✧
“Look, just lemme get past you and I won’t be a bother.” If his long day hadn’t been long enough, this was about to make it longer. He genuinely had no idea what was going on, but his bed was calling his name. He felt as if he’d been all over the city for Luca that day. If Baby wasn’t Luca’s bitch, Matteo definitely was. On the subway and off of it and back on and back off and around the block and back to Luca then back to the subway and--. Well, all of that was to say that Matteo was exhausted, and he didn’t appreciate the holdup at the end of his block. “I live four buildings down. Just lemme get home...”
what's your favorite men's clothing designer?
✧ honesty hour ✧
He laughed, raising his eyebrows. “You ask me that like I’m some kinda rich fuck…! I dunno, man…! I wear clothes from, like, Target and shit. Why? Are you insultin’ the way I dress?”
