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♝ Titan Reyes. 29. Owner of Kobra Nightclub. Lieutenant of The Castro Cartel. Lakewood, TX. ♝

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drsaraxashford‌:

“Here, let me-” She started to climb over the barrier and froze when the worker waved his hand. “But-” Sara looked between the worker and Titan and sighed heavily. “I did the math, I should have made it,” she grumbled and jammed hands in her pockets as another worker handed her victim an ice pack. “Hey, hi, how are you?” she offered with forced cheer to Titan.

“These games are meant to throw you off, don’t worry--- you and several hundred people here did the math,” he offered, levelling with her. “Just got here in time to witness that so I’m doing great,” he jested. “You eat yet?”

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liamoxconnor‌:

Food, food, food. A ridiculous amount of paperwork, a too-long session with some dimwit who couldn’t crunch numbers properly, and Liam had worked through breakfast as well as most of lunch. He was starving and made a beeline for a plate and the food. “With you in just a moment,” he muttered to someone nearby and piled on anything that looked edible. By the time he finished, the plate almost wanted to cave inwards and that.. was almost enough.

Then he aimed a bright smile at whomever. “Hi. What’s up?”

“Hungry?” Titan scoffed out a small, barely-there laugh, moving past the man as he reached to grab himself a beer. “You need help lugging that to where you’re sittin’ or you capable of handlin’ it yourself, big boy?”

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drsaraxashford‌:

“Okay, alright.” Sara bounced in her battered sneakers and furrowed her brow. She could do this. She could do this. A quick adjustment to her grip, a focus on the target and, with the benefit of simple math and a little science, aimed. Concentrated, threw.

And promptly hit the carnival worker in the face. “Oh! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“No, that was impressive,” he bit back a laugh, raising his eyebrows as he waved it off dismissively. “Seriously. You gotta mean throw. That was--- wow. Maybe he shouldn’t have been standing so close to the target--- that’s about four feet to the left of him.”

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wvrricreyes‌:

“I am starving.” Xiomara groaned as she got to the table filled with food. Grabbing a plate she began to fill it and already knew she would be going back for seconds. As her plate became full is when the Reyes noticed churros.

 “…Should I get another plate?” she questioned herself as Xo looks down at her already full plate. 

“I’ll get those for you,” he sighed, tossing a few onto an empty plate he had no intention on filling beforehand. He’d been nervous most of the day and his anxiety usually limited his ability to stomach anything other than water. Eating was out of the equation, but he could stand to be of some help to his sister. “Where are you sitting? And please let it be away from that sadistic prick.”

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dxnrcycs‌:

    Titan’s respose only put Don on edge. He swallows hard as his lips press into a firm line. What was up with this kid? He was just so rude. Though, he could understand his anger. Some rando saying that they are your brother suddenly takes the head of the Family? He wouldn’t have liked it either if he was in Titan’s shoes, but he would have attempted to make a decent relationship out of it.

    “We haven’t had much of a chance to talk.” He says firmly. “I wanted to know how you’re doing and…well, to get to know you. Also, trying to clear up any confusion you may have about me being here.” Here, as in his spot as new president of the cartel. He had been greatful that things with Xio had been going well. She understood what was going on and what he his plans were for the family. Don needed Titan to understand that tood.

Titan was all too familiar with the workings of a Castro mind. They gave and attained respect, feeding it like gospel to the new hires and heirs in an attempt to keep their legacy going. Titan was a Reyes by association, but he’d long ago decided to be a Castro by blood. His or otherwise. He knew he’d risk life and limb for the success of the cartel. Family in the mix was daunting, but he knew his loyalties. Donovan was a stranger. An impossible chess piece that’d wiggled it’s way onto the board. Titan didn’t trust easily and giving that option had been a rarity most days.

“That was the point,” he shot back, placing his arms behind his back, a habit that’d followed him since deployment. “I know why you’re here,” he snipped, levelling his gaze with the older. “You should know the last thing this family needs is someone who’s going to abandon them all over again. You wanna get to know me? Know I don’t trust you. I don’t like you. I’m not going to bow down to you. No matter how much you wanna play up this nice guy act, I’m not buying it so leave me alone.”

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dxnrcycs‌:

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    Having the BBQ at the Villa felt a little odd. Yeah, he had been to a few before, but he was never really allowed to interact with anyone. That being said, there was a sense of ease in the air as different Castro and Reyes continue to filter in through the door. He of course greets them all, even if it’s through gritted teeth. Various family members who dispise him or were surprised to see him out so soon. Abuela didn’t raise him to be an ass, so he did his damn best to be as welcoming as possible.

    Once the majority of the family had came in, Don moves to the back yard, sitting on one of the couches near the pool and looked around at those who had gathered there. He can smell the mesquite smoke from the BBQ that is off in one of the other corners, manned by one of the Tios who’s too busy making dumb jokes and drinking shitty mexican beer. A sense of normalcy washes over him and he can’t help but to smile.

    He spots Titan in the distance and waves him over. He might as well make the attempt to ease their strained relationship now.

Titan’s interest in his family had always been conventional. He had barely gotten along with Xiomara, but it was a work in progress. They’d distanced in their more recent years, but part of that was Titan’s fault. He’d abandoned everything to pursue a career, even if that was what he continued to tell himself. He’d always been distant. Never truly feeling like he belonged, but he knew his place in the cartel.

With Donovan’s arrival, he knew it was only a matter of time before that witless worm would be hellbent on taking the throne of the Castro’s. It was his birthright. It was Xo’s. Anyone but him--- but he had been a part of this family since he could remember. He had no plans on replacing their father but--- times had changed. Titan only wanted one thing.

He stalked over, head hung as he avoided any and all initiations of conversation on his way over to his brother. Rude, some might’ve called it, but they knew Titan wasn’t a talker. He was better off on his own. He did not want to be here. Standing in front of Donovan, he glowered down at him.

“What?”

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𝓣𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓃 𝓡𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈.   —

                                                    Lakewood Annual Carnival ;

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wvrricreyes‌:

She rolls her eyes at Titan’s words and happily takes his jacket on her shoulders. “Awe, is someone still mad I got handcuffed by a certain Rinaldi?” Xiomara teases with a smirk on her face. “Ooo, maybe he might come in tonight and see me showing all this skin.” She knew Dante never would look at her like that, but Xo just had to taunt Titan even if it was a little bit. “Gracias hermano.” 

Xiomara raises an eyebrow at his words. “The last time I did that with you I woke up naked in a bathtub with a french braid,” she pauses. “and I don’t even know how to do that shit.” the Latina laughs at the memory, but remembers the headache well. “I got a few rolled ones in my purse if you want some.” Xiomara whispered to Titan. 

Titan ignored the quip, letting any frustration hang in the balance. Of course Dante would be interested in his sister. Who wouldn’t be? She was drop-dead-gorgeous. He’d be in serious trouble if Dante didn’t find Xo beautiful, frankly. He should’ve been congratulating them. A fleeting comment about an upcoming wedding passed through his head. Fleeting.

“That’s not too concerning. Look, you could’ve attempted to take a bath, forgot the water and learned how to french braid on YouTube all before crashin’. Easy solution,” he taunted. “You better have one just for me in there. You meetin’ up with anyone at my club or are my patrons your uninvited party guests?”

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rinaldinferno‌:

“I would say you think I am crazy for what I am thinking but,” Dante paused and glances at Titan before looking forward. “you would understand it.” Now that he thinks of it Titan is part of a small hand of people understanding where he is coming from. “Is…is it bad I miss the chaos?” Dante craved it. He craved to beat someone to a bloody pulp or to put a bullet in them. Like an addict with crack, Dante was one with violence. “Am I monster like my brother, T?” he questioned lowly. His eyes fell onto his scarred knuckles. Becoming like his brother is probably one of Dante’s worst nightmares to be honest. 

Taking a deep breath and pushing down the survivor’s guilt he felt, Dante licks his lips. “Speaking of brothers, I ran into your hermano–Donovan.” Even though Dante never met Donovan before hand, he knew about the oldest Reyes. “It’s kinda surreal how he looks like your ole’ man.” 

Something then came to mind as he felt a dull phantom pain in his jawline. “I’m probably sure you already know this, but I arrested Xo the night of the ball.” He informed Titan. “She better consider herself lucky I’m good friends with you or else I could’ve slapped an assault charge on her since she did punch me.” The Rinaldi motioned to the almost healed bruised on his jaw. Dante won’t lie he loved the thrill of it, but he hated it he had to hold back on the Reyes girl. Oh if she were a man and wasn’t drunk Dante would’ve fought back and guaranteed the man would’ve went to the hospital for something broken in his body. 

“You’re not--- a monster,” Titan affirmed with a shake of his head. “Your brother is just a little lost. He’s on a good road. Cut yourself and him some slack. It’ll do you good realizing we can all change.” Titan wouldn’t comment further on their relationship. He had issue with his own brother. Even as the other said his name, he felt himself tense up. Donovan had always been a thorn in his side. “He looks like a fucking crackhead,” he spat, ushering himself closer to the other. Reasons of his own, but he’d rather not explain. Xiomara came up and Titan instinctively let his shoulders fall. Now that was something he could wrap his head around. He did his best to suppress a chuckle, failing. He absentmindedly reached over, pulling the other man’s face towards him as he inspected the area. “She’s a brute when she drinks. Sorry about that,” he smirked, letting his thumb trail over his jaw, holding him in place. “You should put some ice on this.”

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wvrricreyes‌:

Things have been so complicated for Xiomara lately she had completely forgotten all about the fact today is her birthday. It literally came and creeped up on the young Reyes and perfect timing. Learning about a family secret had made the woman just hanker to get drunk and forget her troubles just for a night. 

Walking over in the direction to the Bullseye Bar and her brother’s nightclub, Xiomara hears someone call out to her and she looks to them. “Oh, what do you think?” she refers to her dress. Xiomara thought it would be best to dress in something not many people see her in so why the hell not? 

“I think that’s a little too much skin, hermanita,” he offers, closing the distance between them. Shrugging off his jacket, he wrapped it around her protectively. “Feliz cumpleaños, hermosa.” Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he led them towards the club. “You wanna do a little---” he touched his nose, offering a grin. “I got a fresh batch in the back room at Kobra.”

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rinaldinferno‌:

Taking a seat on the park bench with a slush in his hand, Dante takes a sip of it as he watched families pass by. They too were enjoying the nice weather; same as him. A lot was on his mind lately and honestly? Dante didn’t know what to do. After the masquerade the youngest male Rinaldi kinda went dark. He rented a cabin up in the mountains to be by himself. To him it was very much needed to clear his head. A lot of bullshit that did to him.

He didn’t tell no one, but part of him yearned to be back out in the field–to be back overseas. It was an itch he couldn’t scratch by wearing civilian clothes. Placing his drink down Dante leans forward as he looks at his scarred knuckles. 

Before he could drown himself in his thoughts of what he did overseas got caught off short by someone taking a seat beside him. “Beautiful day, right?” 

While meeting up with Dante at random intervals was convenient, it had always seemed like life was too hectic for the two to take a moment to sit down and have an actual conversation. He’d admired Dante from afar, taking in his appearance. He remembered fighting alongside him. The rush. He could read it plain as day on the other man’s face. He missed the war.

Settling in beside him quietly, he crossed his leg over the other, gazing outward to whatever lied beyond the middle space Dante had been boring into. There was something unspoken between the two of them, but something he’d known for most of his adult life. What did they do now that it was over? A question for the ages.

“Could be better,” he remarked quietly, a humorous tone hanging in the balance. “There’s a couple clouds and there’s no cool breeze. Almost seems like the worst day, actually.” A long beat. “You wanna talk about it?”

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drsaraxashford‌:

“You’d be surprised at how heartless people can be towards cinnamon buns,” she sighed, batting her big, heartfelt eyes. She shrugged a little and even plated a bun on a spare saucer, setting it before him. “I’ll even feed you desert before the burger you’ll eventually get. How’s that?”

“That almost makes me sick,” he confessed, holding his stomach. He watched as she worked, his mouth suddenly salivating as he watched the bun settle in front of him. He didn’t want to impose, but if she were offering. Taking his fork, he smiled. “Kinda reminds me of my abuela,” he noted absentmindedly. Slicing through his first bite, he chewed happily. “You don’t have to,” he interjected quietly. “This is more than enough.”

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wvrricreyes‌:

Looking to her left, Xiomara rolled her eyes to see none other than her brother, Titan. “The cop you want to get in bed with is the who arrested me.” the Latina informs him. Eyeing the backpack Titan carried Xo nods “Sure, why the hell not?”

Grabbing the backpack from her brother Xo stood up from the park bench. “Does Papi know you’re here helping little ole’ me out?” She questions. Since leaving Lakewood all those years ago, her relationship with their Father became even more estranged.

“I--- I don’t want to get in bed with him,” he defended, furrowing his brows in disgust. “He’s just a guy I know from work.” Fact. He wouldn’t lie about that. No--- he wasn’t lying at all. “Like Hell I’d be interested in Dante friggin’ Rinaldi--- or any guy for that matter. I’m not gay.” He joined her, pushing himself out of his seat. A beat. “He didn’t say anything about me, did he?” He was genuinely curious. At her question, he waved dismissively. They’d both become slightly estranged from their folks, Xo more than him, but he intended to keep things civil. “He doesn’t have to know.”

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drsaraxashford‌:

“Oh thank God,” she sighed and relaxed. “You know, I think I might have had a broken heart if you hadn’t supported me,” Sara decided with a quick brow wiggle. “Just completely unable to survive. Pop a squat, join me.”

“How could I do that to a couple of precious cinnamon buns?” He feigned distress, an obvious smile continuing to tug at his mouth. Her invitation arose and his eyebrows shot up in surprise before he nodded slowly. “Well, only if you’ll have me.”

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drsaraxashford‌:

A laugh spilled out before she could stop it and Sara grinned at the source. He seemed familiar, the voice especially. Still, she flipped through her memory files and shrugged. It would come to her, wouldn’t- Oh! Maybe.. “Well, I already owe you a hamburger, don’t I..?” she guessed, face screwing up slightly. If she was wrong, she’d have to face that humiliation, minor as it would be. “I’m breaking a health cleanse for cinnamon and sin; don’t you think that’s a good reason?”

“Bingo,” he averred, pointing a finger at the other as a quick wink accompanied it. “Sinnamon,” he muttered to himself, smirking. “Y’know what? That’s a great reason. I fully support that.”

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drsaraxashford‌:

She was going to do it. She was going to accomplish what she thought was the impossible and closed her eyes, sent up a silly little prayer less for her own soon-to-be-overloaded heart and more for some deity’s amusement. Then she opened her eyes and sure enough, four of the beautiful, gooey, enticing cinnamon rolls from Cafe Fairy were still in front of her. “Oh babies, you’re so mine,” she snickered with a wiggle.

“Whoa--- buy me a drink first, lady,” Titan raised his arms up in defence, a curl of a smile flirting at the corners of his lips. He nearly didn’t recognize the other with the mask on. He wondered if she didn’t either. Probably not the best joke to make to a complete stranger. “You usually speak to food like that or is this a special occasion?”

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