#matteo || thread

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"How useless are all of you?!" Jörgen threw a glass of whisky just passed Matteo's head in anger. "I hire the fucking 'Hunt' so that there are hundreds of people on their ass and none of you can succeed in getting them back? What the FUCK?! Now I lost a shit ton of money and I don't have Bohdan. What do you have to say for yourself?!" Jörgen's rage might be misplaced towards Matteo but he didn't seem to care for now. "Well?!"

Matteo really was not reacting to any of this. Did Jörgen really think Matteo worked for him or something? If anything, he was just here to loiter between jobs and their similar roles made it easy to do so here. Normally. Right now, it definitely sounded like there was no talking sense in to anything. "Well what? I'm not in charge of shit here. If your guys fucked up then that's on them. Also, you hit me with something I swear to god I'll make sure someone gets hunted."

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“I thought we discussed you giving me orders.” Matteo allowed the other to step inside so as to give them both privacy, leaning against the nearest wall while arms crossed. “Make an offer and I’ll consider it. Otherwise, you’re just crying like a child wanting their toy back.” // @thecircusfreaks

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“Ugh.. why do we always get interrupted?” // Lovisa & Matteo

He was ready to ignore the knocking but, with how it didn't seem to stop, Matteo eventually sighed while getting up from the sofa. Adjusting his shirt and hair to be more presentable before taking a peek through the peephole. The door thrown open once he was confident he was safe.

"Can I help you? I'm in the middle of something."

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"Cheers!" Kal raised his glass upon Matteo entering the bar. Lovisa had definitely put in the effort to decorate the place, get that Christmas vibe going. "I heard from your friend behind the bar that you were coming. That's good, I was just buying a round so have a seat." The pair had not yet met but the way he was acting, he was already being quite familiar, possibly to Matteo's dislike. "Lovisa has told me plenty about you but her stories haven't done you justice." He laughed briefly, putting a glass of beer in front of him.

"Funny, she hasn't said a word about you. Who are you?" This man was acting far too familiar right off the bat. It had Matteo putting his guard up, almost becoming suspicious of the motives of this person.

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"Matteo?" Never before had she seen him react like this. Her words of comfort seemed to have reached some point within the man that she wasn't sure he had. "Are you okay?" Her tone became more soothing as hand gently stroked up and down his back. From helping him in times of need to uncontrolled sex, this was new, a first and it really left her wondering where it would go next.

"Yeah ..." he was able to mumble quietly but his hold becoming tighter no doubt gave the opposite impression. What had triggered this? After all of these years, he was sure he had gotten rid of these worries and anxieties so why were they creeping back now?

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“  look at me,  you’re safe.  and you’re not alone.  and i’ll never let you be alone again.  you understand?  ” // Lovisa & Matteo

What was she saying? It had been ... so long since this had happened. Everything around him becoming incoherent as a panic took over but ... she was there. She said it herself. Hands reached out to hold on to the woman and allow him some time to ground himself, arms tightly winding around her after some time.

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                   [ txt :: lovisa ] I lost them ages ago. Don't worry.

                   He'd become quite a professional at avoiding them and, even though his family ties would allow him to get them to leave him alone pretty quickly, he did not have the energy to actually talk to them that night. Slipping in to the bar, Matteo made his way to the office to keep out of sight of other staff members for a while, not wanting to get in the way of things and cause any ruckus. || @thecircusfreaks

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💀 an urgent text. // Lovisa & Matteo

[ txt :: lovisa ] So, change of plans. Cops are on my ass and I really cannot be bothered confronting them. Mind if I crash at yours?