#mafiapriince

[scarlxtsky]

”Hey, my name’s Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” //I'M NOT EVEN SORRY

“ ... “

“ No. “

[the-real-vandy-blog]

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“I set the car on fire”, he repeated, his own gun pulled out and pointing straight towards the other male, his eyes rather cold as he continued to watch him. He may not know what was going on but he didn’t care either. He was simply here to make sure that his client got away safely and he would take out anyone who may try and get in his way. It was pretty clear to see that he wasn’t hesitating, that he would pull the trigger if needed. “Now, if you walk away from here right now - I’ll let you leave unharmed. You make any stupid movements and this bullet will go straight through your skull. This is the first and only warning I’m giving”

[lucielchoi-707-blog]

@mafiapriince continued from [X]

God. What was it with these type of people and the attitude issue that they had? It was obvious that he wasn’t being taken seriously but he just reached over to undo the safety on his gun, making sure that the click was heard rather clearly as he set the man before him with a rather stern expression. No. He didn’t like to take lives but it was his job and he would if he had to. 

“You’d be dead before you could even move your hand to your gun. I’m not here alone”, and he doubted that he was either but he had faith in Vanderwood’s skills, “Just step away from the window and kneel down with your hands behind your back. I’ve to take you in and I’d rather do so alive and uninjured if at all possible”

[diverse-hearts-a]

“ What are you going to do? Punch me? If you do that you might get in a lot of trouble with your own boss and we both know I’m right about that. “ for Chuuya

He gave him a bored look - one that spoke volumes about just how concerned he was currently feeling about getting in ‘trouble’. If he did punch him then it wouldn’t be the first time and if negotiations fell through just because he’d attacked one arrogant bastard, well he knew the boss wouldn’t see them as much of an ally if they were so easily turned away. So to say he looked worried would be lying - though for now he had his hands deep inside his pockets and was settling only with sending the other male death glares - irritated at just how fucking tall he was. Seriously - that could not be a natural height for anyone. However, it was best to keep quiet. He felt if he spoke it would only lead to an inevitable fight and he had a feeling he’d get in more trouble for the damage that would occur inside the room if something were to happen. @mafiapriince

[diverse-hearts-a]

“ Give me one reason why I should spare your life and maybe I’ll do that. “ for Saeran

“Because I’ve done fuck all to you?”. He tilted his head a little, his own gun pointed at the taller male but he looked like he was rather bored of this entire situation, as though he would rather be anywhere else but there. He didn’t look too concerned about the fact he was getting threatened. Why should he? He’d died long before now and he’s already more or less won against his brother - his life goal achieved. Just a pity that he wouldn’t be around to witness his downfall. Oh well. Hopefully, their father wouldn’t go too easy on him. “Also, I thought you were a guest of the Saviors? Why are you threatening one of her believers then?”

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[diverse-hearts-a]

“ This has to be the most awkward meeting I ever had….you know what this means? We have to pretend that we don’t know each other unless you want to cause a scene. “ Seems like Anthony and Seven met at a party for Mafia members. Anthony has no idea what on earth Seven is doing here and especially undercover but what can he do? He has to go through with that now.

Why did they have to keep running into one another? This wouldn’t be the first job where they had crossed paths and whenever they did Anthony seemed to always get in his way. He sighed a little, taking the glass to his lips but not drinking any of the liquid inside, resisting the urge to screw his face up at the bitter taste against his lips. “I honestly have no idea why you are here but I would appreciate it if you stayed out of my way this time”, he lifted his gaze towards Anthony for a moment before taking a few steps away from him. It was better if they kept as much space as possible to keep a distance between one another. @mafiapriince

[diverse-hearts-a]

“ I know I’m from the mafia but I won’t harm a pretty girl like you. Just come along with me and you’re going to be save. “ for Ella

Wait. Wait - did he just say the mafia? She blinked rather rapidly, eyes widening as she watched him, taking a few steps away in slight surprise. Was this safe? Every other choice that she had come up to had been wrong. Every other choice she’d made recently only seemed to lead her into more and more trouble. Her heart was racing for as she watched the man across from her. He was in the mafia? That word just kept going through her mind, again and again, seeming to try and yell at her about the danger behind accepting such help but, was she better off here? She bit at the inside of her cheek, still hesitate to reach out, even as she heard footsteps behind her get closer, echoing around the hallway. She was scared but was she scared enough to step into the unknown? At least inside these walls she was aware of what was going on, she was aware of what she needed to do in order to survive. “I…I can’t. I can’t leave without him”, she pulled back, hugging into herself rather tightly in an attempt to try and calm down the nerves that were making her shake rather badly. 

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[diverse-hearts-a]

Anthony bows down in front of her before taking her hand to kiss it lightly. “ It’s a pleasure to see you here again. I would like to ask you for that dance? “ for Rika

He always was such a gentleman whenever he came to visit. It wasn’t hard to see that he had quickly earned a soft spot in the heart of the blonde woman who watched the young male with open curiosity. He may be unable to take out the ideal target but that didn’t mean that he was of no use to her, at all. No. His skills could still be put to some use. Magenta had it’s fair share of enemies, those who might be fighting against the ideals that she was attempting to share with the world. Sometimes, those enemies could not be silenced by money alone. “A dance? Well I would be honoured - follow me to the ballroom then” @mafiapriince