“Thanksgiving.” Romeo replied as he fixed his ascot. “Is to be thankful for what we have. We are alive and healthy. We have most of the Irish boys from Boston on our side, with your persistence.” Romeo looked at Timber from the mirror, giving her a slight nod.
“All she had to do was wear a corset and flutter her lashes.” Reds said bitterly as he removed the steak from his eye. Of course, that wasn’t the case with Timber. Reds was just bitter that he got into a fight with someone who said his wife was a whore, much like all the women associated with the Blue Knife Gang.
Romeo turned around to face both Timber and Reds. “You should have Edith take a look at your eye.”
Reds didn’t need further elaboration. He knew where he wasn’t wanted, and it was obvious that Romeo wanted time with Timber. Edith already looked at his eye and provided the steak.
“Fine.” He muttered before slamming the door shut.
Romeo waited a moment as the stomps down the stairs stopped and another door slammed. “You didn’t pull any tricks to get them to join us, did you?” Romeo knew the answer was no, but he had to make sure. There was something a bit off about the whole situation. He was a bit more paranoid since the attack and wanted Timber to be as safe as possible.
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Romeo felt the anger bubble inside of him, though he was positive it was worse in Reds. He didn’t want to look at him, but he could assume that his face was bright red and his knuckles were white. He would be signing his own death certificate if Reds’ anger got the best of him, so he shook his head slightly.
“Four in every borough.” He said, reverting back to the old Romeo where words were a waste of time. It wasn’t complacency, but rather, deep in thought; dissecting every word, the meaning behind it, any ulterior motives, and body language.
There it was. Negan could feel anger radiating from the younger man–nevermind the man at his side. Could the ginger go any redder? Well…possibly. But he was about to find out. He was waiting for the pushback. Waiting for either of them to be man enough about it to tell him to stop. Tell him no. Someone in this place had to have the balls to do it, and he would be severely disappointed.
“Four in every borough.” He smiled, rolling his cigar between his fingers as he watched Romeo’s expression. This was a game–his words another chess piece skipping about on the board. “Well, I know you’re a smart man, Foley. I can see that so far in our limited interaction so I’m gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and say that you know already what that means. I’d like to hear you say it.” He took another drag from the cigar.
“You also have this guy, right? Simon, the fuck’s his name?”
“They call him the Hooligan, boss.” Simon replied instantly, shrugging when Negan looked back in puzzled amusement. “His name’s Rat.”
“Fine, Hooligan’s better. I get that. Like it, even. It’s almost fuckin’ cute.” Negan grinned and looked back to the others. The ginger looked about ready to bite his head off in one go…Romeo was a careful man, his expression cold and calculated. The woman, though, Timber. She was looking him right in the eye…her hand ever-so-subtly brushing Romeo’s arm. A tender touch, if you squinted. Wasn’t that interesting?
His eyes didn’t leave Timber’s for a good moment, ultimately dragging his gaze away to look at Romeo again. “He’d make quite the stir in Boston, you know. Money out the ass and all the fun that comes with it. He been to Boston before?”
Romeo knew that he was in a bind and under this man's thumb. The laundry mats, he can do without. Hell, it wouldn't be too hard to start more once the laundry mats are down. The Hooligan, however, that would be difficult. He could find another boxer, not one like him, and probably not as good as him, but it's his little friends. Romeo gave him a place big enough for two people. There was protection for his friends, that girl, that friend--was Threads his name? He couldn't remember, but his girl was a package deal. There was the weird one as well.
The weird one...
That would be a fun addition. It almost made him smirk. Almost...
"You can have the laundromats. Though, I fear The Hooligan is not a one-man deal. His friends are under my protection. However, they would provide ample entertainment as they are musicians."