Rachael Montgomery

45. Owner of Yours Truly. Mother.

[yourstruly-rachael]

theo-chaussard​:

“Looks like you do,” Théo smiled. The end of the fight had his heart racing, but there was a bit of joy that was there at watching the person he hated most in the world lose. “So surprise me with the wine of your choice. I’m not that picky.”

Rachael had been holding her breath until the last blow, hoping that she would get to put her money where her mouth was when it came to buying Théo a drink. A part of her sighed with relief when she did. “Really? Wine is for classy celebrations, this is much too gritty for that, Darling.”

[yourstruly-rachael]

codeinescenecharlene​:

“Fair enough,” she caved, much too jaded to go into much detail as far overpriced paintings and art movements go, “I take it you’re enjoying your night, then? I hardly believe such violent sight would have you making art analogies, otherwise.”

Rachael contemplated the question. These events were really not her cup of tea until she got to see some damage distributed to Johnathan. Other than that, it was out of social obligation that she came. Only when Johnathan was up for a beating. “I respect the sport as an art form, it take guts to get into that ring but it is also and athletic, brutal sort of dance.” 

[yourstruly-rachael]

theo-chaussard​:

“Well it seems like you’ve got yourself a deal,” Théo smiled at the woman, his eyes jumping back in the ring just in time to watch Johnathan smash into Jean’s jaw once, twice, three times. “Merde,” Théo swore under his breath, for a moment believing the fight was over, sighing in relief when Jean surprisingly (though Théo wasn’t ever going to tell him that) go up. 

Rachael cheekily stuck her hand out to shake Théo’s to solidify the deal. As Jean swore in the midst of the fight, Rachael and Théo moved their eyes to the ring, watching intently so see who would have to hold up their end of the deal. 

“Look’s like I owe you a drink, my friend,” Rachael conceded with a giddy grin. 

[yourstruly-rachael]

codeinescenecharlene​:

Perhaps it was ironic the little violence she actually witnessed, taking into account how often she took it to romanticize the business she had grown into, giving orders and pointing fingers completely detached from the physicality of it all. Charlene had gotten her cellphone taken away, her head of security was scheduled to fight that very night, and anxiety was turning her restless. Because restless was the most she was willing to show in a room so full of people.

One of those people being part of her very own competition.

“Did Jackson Pollock pieces feature broken pieces of teeth too?” she mused while feeling slighted by the view.

It was not lost on Rachael that she was conversing with her entrepreneurial competitor, but this was not the time nor place to be worried about that. She would deal with that later. Tonight she was too busy relishing in Johnathan’s defeat. 

“Who’s to say? Pollock is known for using unconventional methods of obtaining the designs for his paintings. No one would ever be able to guess what his methods all entailed.”

[theo-chaussard]

yourstruly-rachael​:

Rachael thought about it for a moment. Some dark place in her would pay a large sum of money for a painting of Johnathan’s blood. But only it it was enough that it had meant the man’s demise. “Lara would try to make money off of anything, I assure you,” her voice cold and sharp.

Rachael’s eyes warmed however as she looked at the man. “I don’t gamble, but I sure hope that you get a return on that investment, Darling. Hell, I will buy you a drink to celebrate!”

“That is definitely a smart decision. Typically I don’t, but if there’s a chance of making money off of Parson’s suffering, I just have to take it,” Théo chuckled, “But I will have to take you up on that if he loses. It’ll make my week if he does.” 

[yourstruly-rachael]

Rachael nodded in agreement. “I’d you could get paid to watch that slime get his ass handed to him, I would be the first in line, Love.” Rachael reveled in the noise of Jean landing a punch. “And if Johno wins, then you buy me drink and we can drown out our disappointment together.”

“Nothing would make me happier.”

[theo-chaussard]

yourstruly-rachael​:

There was something so brutally poetic about the swaying of the bodies with the punches, and the splatterings of the blood ejected from wounded bodies as the crowd seemed to hold it’s breath during the fights. Rachael had learned long ago that the fights are brutal and not something she necessarily enjoyed. Well, not until she was able to enjoy the fruits of others’s labor against her once lover with sickening pleasure.

“A Jackson Pollock piece would be equivalent of the floor this evening, don’t you think?”

“Probably, though I doubt that it’ll look as good at the end. Dried blood is never as pretty, though I’m sure that Lara could still find a way to make a fortune off of it if she wanted,” Théo dryly joked. “Though I have to admit, I think that I’m excited to bet against your ex-husband tonight than any potential modern art that might form.” 

[yourstruly-rachael]

Rachael thought about it for a moment. Some dark place in her would pay a large sum of money for a painting of Johnathan’s blood. But only it it was enough that it had meant the man’s demise. “Lara would try to make money off of anything, I assure you,” her voice cold and sharp.

Rachael’s eyes warmed however as she looked at the man. “I don’t gamble, but I sure hope that you get a return on that investment, Darling. Hell, I will buy you a drink to celebrate!”

[yourstruly-rachael]

There was something so brutally poetic about the swaying of the bodies with the punches, and the splatterings of the blood ejected from wounded bodies as the crowd seemed to hold it's breath during the fights. Rachael had learned long ago that the fights are brutal and not something she necessarily enjoyed. Well, not until she was able to enjoy the fruits of others's labor against her once lover with sickening pleasure.

"A Jackson Pollock piece would be equivalent of the floor this evening, don't you think?"

[yourstruly-rachael]

Rachael Montgomery attends The Orchid opening fight club. Escorted by Raoul Boucher

[yourstruly-rachael]

anatolyveselov​:

Anatoly rolled his shoulder in a half shrug. “I don’t know, I don’t think it’s the blindfolds that are much.” A grin crowned his face, yet the Russian didn’t turn his head. “So, I know why I am here, but if you have thoughts such as these, why are you here? After all, with the family, you can expect the kind of party it will be, no?” He himself came here for the association with the people as well as the mob. It was kind of a given, plus a few things extra he could do, while everyone was losing their heads - wasted.

“Yeah, I am not paid help, especially for you. And then I also doubt you could afford me if you wanted to. But for curiosity reasons, who\s your ex?” 

“To each their own I guess. I just believe that blindfolds are for hostages or instances a bit more...intimate,” Rachael let the last word linger on her lips. She chewed on her lip listening to his words, observing his mannerisms. “I am a close friend of Damon’s,” she admitted. Was a close friend of Damon’s, at least. She would support him in any way that she could. “I mean, I definitely expected something wild, just not this.” 

“Darling, you be surprised by what I can afford. By what I have to offer.” Rachael stated coyly. Money was no object for her. “Oh, you might have heard of him. He seems to be quite popular around here.” She rolled his name around in her mouth before letting it slip. “Johnathan Parsons.”

[yourstruly-rachael]

johnathan-parsons​:

“You wouldn’t be in this predicament if you did us all a favor and died.”

It was hard to imagine now that once upon a time, they were married. That they were in love, happy and anticipating their first child together. All that was broken, and the only thing they shared now was mutual hatred. Johnathan was sure that was it not for Sarah, they wouldn’t be in each other’s lives at all. Well, Rachael already did everything in her power to keep his daughter away from him. “But alas, you remain alive. Parasites are known to be resilient, after all.”

“The same could be said about you. Heavens knows that the world would be a better place without you in it. 

Rachael gritted her teeth, happy that she had realized what kind of man Johnathan was and divorced him. Every time she thought about being with him now, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t believe she had brought a child into the world with a man she didn’t truly see at the time. “Think of me more like a prion. Even parasites are easier to get rid of.”

[yourstruly-rachael]

anatolyveselov​:​

“Fucking hell, this is too much even for me.” Anatoly muttered as he looked around the place. He accepted the invite because an excuse for a party meant a further excuse to scout out the people. Get to know them, see their weaknesses. Who said you couldn’t mix business with pleasure? 

“What’s next? Feels like now they’re just taking the piss.” He down his drink, bobbing his head to one of the gold painted waiters for another. “Though I wouldn’t mind for a fight. Reckon I should just pick one by a collar and drag them out there?”

“I can’t say that I disagree with you, the blindfolds are a little extreme,” she nodded, taking a sip of her beverage. Pace yourself, remember what happened last time you went to hard at one fo these things, Rachael thought to herself, her mind trying to pull details out from the night she had gotten so drunk she had been doing belly shots which left her too inebriated to prevent getting stabbed. 

“I couldn’t pay you enough to rough up my ex,” she breathed, half smiling at the thought of Johnathan getting a beating. That was one of the few upsides of going to Lara’s fights, especially if Johnathan lost his fight. She had so much disdain for the man, she wondered how they could have gotten to such horrid feelings to one another. 

[yourstruly-rachael]

johnathan-parsons​:

“I take it you’re enjoying yourself?”

Considering all the wondrous opportunities for enjoyment Adriana had provided, Johnathan would had been very surprised had the other’s answer been anything but ‘yes’. “Already found your favorite way to pass the time?”

“Less so now that we are interacting,” Rachael deadpanned.

Rachael was always relieved when she and Jonathan attended the same events, but the event was large enough that they didn’t have to truly interact with one another. “Anything without you would be preferred.”

[yourstruly-rachael]

Rachael Montgomery attends Adriana Amaro’s 31st Birthday Party, Olympia.

Date: Sunday, August 1st, 2021.

[yourstruly-rachael]

🌻 🐰 💀

🌻 a worried text

Rachael: Hey, I heard a rumor about your health. Just wanted to check in to see if you were okay. I'm worried.

🐰 a goofy text

Rachael: Going through old photos and found this gem.

💀 an urgent text

Rachael: You. Me. Drinks. Now.

[yourstruly-rachael]

💀

💀 an urgent text

Rachael: Yvonne. Please tell me that you are safe, I heard there was a shooting in your area.

[memetaped]

texting starters send a symbol for…

🌻 a worried text.

🐰 a goofy text.

🦋 a loving text.  

🧦 a half-asleep text.

🌳 a happy text.

🍎 an apologetic text.

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

🕰️ an early morning text.

💫 a late night text.

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

💡 a scared text.

💀 an urgent text.

🥇 a supportive text.

🔪 a hateful text. 

🌊 a sad text.

⚡ an angry text. 

🚀 a goodbye text.

[yourstruly-rachael]

noraberkeley​:

“Excuse me.” In all honesty she had no earthly clue if the presumed sunglasses belonged to the woman or not. She had simply been the person standing nearest, consumed by her phone, when Nora noticed the case on the ground. Assuming it had gotten dropped or fallen away, she picked up the item to follow the flurry of movement. 

“Is this yours? It was just over there.” She indicated to where she had found it. The swing of her hair offering a breath of cool air in all the heat. She had hardly paid attention to the potential owner in her haste to deliver it, and now offered a smile, realising she was vaguely familiar from a few events, maybe Gideon’s company once, perhaps Silas.

Rachael had been in such focused state when reading the text from Sarah that she hadn’t noticed that she had dropped her sunglasses. Sarah didn’t text Rachael often, so when she did, Rachael usually panicked a little until she was able to see what warranted the text. 

The blonde reached out a hand hastily, Rachael’s sunglasses in the palm of the woman’s hand. The face seemed to trigger some memory in Rachael’s mind, but not one clear enough for her to be able to place. “Yes, thank you so much, I must not have noticed the had fallen when I got the urgent text from my daughter.”