#inter:amelia

[wildblood]

Pulling up outside the hotel, Sammy slipped out of his car and turned around to grab two coffees. He had his normal Cappuccino and Amelia’s nearly black coffee stacked on top of each other so he could use his free hand to get inside. Humming softly to himself, Sammy made his way towards the room that used to belong to Enzo. Mommy. Man, it sucked that their little Italian mom left them on such short notice. Thank god Amelia had come back before he left or Sammy would have probably had a breakdown. As it was, beating up Enzo’s room and having coffee with Amelia sounded like a perfectly good way to spend his night. 

Kicking the door open with his foot, Sammy tossed his cell phone into his pocket after texting Chris and smiled at Amelia. “Hold your applause,” Sammy greeted her. “It isn’t the second coming of Jesus christ- Well, third coming if you count Liam and I do.” He added before handing over her coffee. “It’s just your favourite brother with coffee.” Sammy finally finished before taking a sip from his own cup. @crimsongodss​

[wildblood]

Breathing in the crisp, winter air, Samuel adjusted his hold on his military style sack and started to walk. He took a few quick steps up to the front door of his home. The one he hadn’t been to in months. Fucking cops had to go and blow his dads brains out so then he had to go and blow their brains out and then everyone else has to get involved. Thankfully the lawyers did their goddamn jobs and paid off all the right people to keep Sam out of jail. Now he was back, and better than ever to be reconnected with his beloved brothers and sisters. Oh man, he missed them so much. 

It was painful being away from his family that long. Sam was just so used to having them around. To making sure everything and everyone was taken care of. Getting back into the swing of things, it would be good for him. Good for them. Of course he’d heard what sort of shit had gone down while he was away. Nothing good. God, some people in this town, they really had a death wish. And for those people Sam was a fucking genie. Anyone for three wishes?

Not now, he’d have time for that sort of thinking but not now. Now he pushed open the front door with his shoulder and smiled at the warm air. “Honey I’m home!” He called into the front room as he dropped his bag. “Matty!” Sam cheeped and ran to his Nephew. Scooping him up, Samuel hugged him close and spun him around. “Did you miss your uncle sam? Huh? Did you miss him?” He cooed happily to the boy as he hugged him close. 

@crimsxnsins​, @crimsongodss​

[wildblood]

Running a hand down his face, Connor yawned and blinked a few times as he drove carefully down the quieter back roads of Brooklyn. He hadn’t slept more than a few hours this week so far and the last thing he wanted to do was go do an interview with some journalist. However, his job was not all crime and murder but often required him to deal with press. Especially when the press asked for him by name. The Chief said go and Connor went. That was that. No questions asked.  At least not out loud. He had gotten himself a bad reputation with reports and the press. Connor was bad at interviews and often painted as a recluse who didn’t have time for anything but work. Which was accurate but he’d didn’t need it to be as public as it was. His down time was his, after all, the world didn’t need to know he was addicted to work.

Still, this investigative journalist seemed hell bent on sitting down and talking to him about the current state of New York. Funny. The interview could be really short. The current state of the city was, well, disturbing to say the least. Bad on a good day. Monstrous on a bad day. End of story. Well, not really. More and more hit jobs where coming in. Clean crime scenes provided little physical evidence as to who was behind everything. Of course Connor kept track of what looked Deluca. what looked O’Hara, and what didn’t suite either family. However, without physical evidence there was no case. It was frustrating to say the least. 

Pulling up the dingy bar just about two blocks from his place, Connor stepped out of his car. He pulled his jacket closer around him and made his way out of the cool fall air and into the warmer bar. It was quiet tonight. The regulars sitting at the bar. Connor gave a quick wave to the owner and bar tender before taking a seat on one of the far booths. He pulled his jacket off and stuffed his hat into his sleeve before grabbing his phone out of his hoodie pocket. Six fifteen. Yup. He was on time. Now where was this reporter? He had about a hundred things to get done tonight and he couldn’t do any of them here. 

@immcrals