i'm in love with a criminal.

[sakatoharaki]

Sɪʟᴠɪᴏ Gᴀsᴘᴀʀɪᴏ

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[Wᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ] . [ Mᴀғɪᴀ Bᴏʏ ] . [ Aᴍᴜsᴀ Nɪɢʜᴛ Cʟᴜʙ ] . [ 25 ]

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I'm on the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
On the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
~Iggy Azalea: My World~
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Silvio laughed with the men at his table as they drank their hard stuff. As the night went on they had been using the liquid PCP that Silvio had brought out but with ass many people that were in the V.I.P. the vial was gone in no time. The mafia man stood buzzed but not wobbly. "Excuse me all I have to go grab some more of the party favors." He said with a smile making his way down out of the V.I.P and past the bar.

It was good to have a relaxed setting with his clients and big players in New York but honestly Silvio was getting bored with them. After he returned it was his turn to play because the old men should not get their pick of the crowd before he did, that was terribly embarrassing his own club. The man made his way to the back room where he kept all his stuff for when he was on this side of town only to notice the door was open.

Silvio grit his teeth feeling the PCP ramp up his emotions as he readied himself to go in. One hand was on his magnum that he had hidden underneath his jacket the other was on the door. He pushed it open walking in with a hastened step toward the office. To his surprised he saw some young girl (Nevada) in his room snooping around. He was still cautious keeping his hand on his gun. "Can I help you?" He said loud enough to surprise her.
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[a i r y .]

N e v a d a C r i n :
♔ Tagged: None. ♔ Location: Club. ♔ Wearing: This.

Nevada wasn't startled for once, she turned around slowly making herself stumble. She giggled slightly, being an expert at acting drunk. She saw the gun but still wasn't startled, her parents crept into her head but she pushed the feeling away. "I, well sir. I was looking for the ladies room." She slurred her words slightly and swayed, she took another sip of her Jack and looked around. "I, I think that I may be in the Batcave." She stumbled around, she was tempted to run for the door but that would be foolishness. She had to keep in cool and perhaps talk a little with this gangster, she could tell he was high up judging on his suit and the way he stated what she was doing.

She finished her drink, and swayed again. She wasn't drunk, maybe a little buzzed but nothing more. She just had to pass as drunk and she'd be fine. She looked around casually behind him, there where no windows or anything. She was screwed if anything was to happen, the only way out was probably right behind this tall guy and this would be a fight that she didn't think that her basic self defense could handle. She was screwed, there was no point getting around this. He wouldn't hurt her, she knew it because if he was Mafia they hated bad publicity members got killed for that, she knew this for sure. She looked around and swayed again.

[blackbird.]

Jeremy Laurent||Detective Boy
Location - Club||With - Hester

Jeremy walked into the club, then did he realise how out of place he really looked. Him, with his gelled hair and button-up shirt and tie. Him, with his police badge in his pocket. He was quite certain that if he walked around, he could arrest at least half the people in the place. Drug abuse, underage drinking, he would find all these people here. But he wasn't there for that. He was there for something else, what exactly he wasn't sure

Just then, he bumped into someone, well, she bumped into him, considering he was just standing by the entrance and not moving. He shot a look at her. It was one of annoyance, but he quickly composed himself, and realised she may be useful. "Pardon me," he said in his prim and proper English. "I'm sorry I got I the way. You aren't hurt, are you?"

[harlical]

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Aereo's gaze flicked up as the two other members of his gang joined them. They sat down at the table, then Aereo finally turned around and addressed them. He grinned at them. "We're crashin' this party." He started. He flicked his gaze to the one in the blue hoodie. "You have the masks, right?" He demanded. The teen nodded. "Yeah, right here." Lifting a drawstring backpack to prove it, Aereo nodded in approval. "Good. Now, there's a bunch of heavy hitters here at the moment. Since we're trying to take down Silvio Gaspario's place, we're going to take it down by the foundation." At his friends' blank looks, Aereo continued. "We're going to start a riot, cause panic. If you can, try to take some of the old guys hostage or somethin'. Rough 'em up a little, get them to fork up some cash. We want them to turn against Gaspario - if they aren't safe in one of his clubs, then why would they do business with him?"

Aereo's subordinates nodded in understanding. Then, Aereo narrowed his eyes. "Remember, though - Gaspario's definitely got a few guys on the lookout. Don't get shot. We're the ones doing the shooting here. If you see them take out a gun, don't hesitate to shoot. If you see one of your own get killed, do not stop to make sure he's alright. This isn't playtime, we're not going to go running back to mommy if little johnny gets a boo-boo." This was said with contempt, and the four guys nodded quickly. Aereo continued, "If you see me get shot, just keep going with the plan. It doesn't matter, there's nothing you can do. Treat me as you would anyone, no special treatment because I'm your leader."

These four guys were like brothers to him - he knew they'd jump to to his aid if he merely got a paper cut. He'd do the same for them, but during a mission like this, they couldn't afford to honor such ties. It was do or die, and Aereo had no intention of losing anyone. These were his top four comrades, after all. They got to such a point through their skills.

The one in the blue took out the masks, handing one to each. They were animal masks, each donning the madly grinning face of a different species. There was a cat, a dog, a tiger, an eagle, and a lion. Aereo picked one at random - the cat - and slipped it over his face, pulling his hood up to shadow the face of the cat.

He looked around at his masked comrades. "When you see me shoot out one of the lights by the DJ, that's when you jump on tables and start shooting. Try not to harm any pedestrians. Seek out the guards first, take care of them. Make sure there's at least one of you at each exit. We're causing a riot and people can't be allowed out. Shoot anyone who tries to get past you. Understood?"

The four guys nodded, and stood up. Aereo turned around and walked into the crowd, head low, hands in his pockets where he kept a gun and at least five rounds of ammunition. His hood completely shadowed his face, and only the tip of the nose on the smiling mask was noticeable.

[a i r y .]

^^ That was amazing, like really amazing. There's a plot twist right there, I love it! ^^

[harlical]

[ why thank you ! quq glad you like it, i though it'd add a little action into this ^u^ ]

[Little Lotte]

{Okay, that was awesome! Hats off to you for thinking of that twist! c:}

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Hester recognized the look he gave her as being exactly what it was, a look of annoyance. She was about to retort with biting sarcasm, when he seemed to change personalities and apologize. She was confused for a split second, before realizing he wasn't from around those parts. Maybe he thought he could use her as an asset. That train of thought immediately sent of alarms in her head. "No, but that's no way to treat a lady." she said. Her blue eyes were on him, analyzing him while going through everyone she had seen in the club. He was definitely not from those parts but did not seem like the perfect gentleman he pretended to be. The part of her brain that had been wired for survival let her know that he was up to something, but he didn't seem like an undercover cop.

She looked at him seriously while she considered her angles for a few seconds, before her impulsiveness took hold of her and she smiled. She approached him, pretending to be nothing but flirty, but whispered in as vicious a tone as she could muster, "I know your type, you wouldn't apologize to a girl when she was the one who barreled into you. What's your angle here?" She made it so that he was the only one who could hear her, the proximity allowing him to hear her words, but the music making it impossible for anyone to overhear. Hester Clarke was many things, assassin, liar, manipulative, paranoid, impulsive, reckless... but never stupid. She moved a few feet away and eyed him playfully, looking for all the world to see like nothing more than a careless girl. Hester was tempted to move away, as the feeling that she should have kept to herself started to creep in and insecurity moved her thoughts, but curiosity for once won over self-preservation and she moved only to play with the stolen necklace she wore around her neck.

Location; Club
Tagged; Jeremy

[sakatoharaki]

Sɪʟᴠɪᴏ Gᴀsᴘᴀʀɪᴏ

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[Wᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ] . [ Mᴀғɪᴀ Bᴏʏ ] . [ Aᴍᴜsᴀ Nɪɢʜᴛ Cʟᴜʙ ] . [ 25 ]

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I'm on the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
On the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
~Iggy Azalea: My World~
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Silvio raised an eyebrow at the girl. She very well could be drunk many people had been known to wander around his club drunk. At the same time she could be someone sent by one of his enemies to find dirt on him, after all it was no secret he had a weakness for pretty girls. The mafia man's eyes shot around the room examining the structure of it to see if she had been digging through his things. For the most part they looked the same so Silvio eased up a bit.

He would play along see where it went and if she slipped up his gun was there. He kept his hand on his belt next to his gun. He looked the girl over watching her with an analytical mind but kept it covered with a smile. It must have looked like he was checking her out. Silvio's voice was soft and a bit flirtacous, "Well I will make you a deal miss. If you show me your purse and there is nothing of mine in there you are free to go and I will pay for a cab to take you home." He said holding out his free hand in a gentle gesture waiting for the girl to hand over her purse.
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[a i r y .]

N e v a d a C r i n :
♔ Tagged: Silvio. ♔ Location: Club. ♔ Wearing: This.

"It's a clutch actually." She giggled swaying a bit, handing it over. She had nothing to hide, she stumbled over to the wall she leaned on it. She was playing the part well, her amber eyes taking everything in. When he made the offer about the cab she shook her head. "Who said I was done drinking?" She raised her eyebrows to the question and closed her eyes keeping her balance up. She felt danger, and it was nagging at her deeply. She just had to keep cool and act drunk, she'd be fine. She didn't do anything that could be used agasn't her later on so why panic.

Breathe. That's all she needed do, she laughed slightly again opening her eyes. She looked around, her amber eyes seeing nothing of intrest. This dude whoever he was was wicked taller than her, a good eight inches at least. She was considered short but right now she was wearing heels.She was going to get destroyed in a matter of seconds, but yet she did feel odd because she knew how mobsters hated bad publicity. Still she felt like she was already in the fast life and man did she hate it.

[blackbird.]

Jeremy Laurent||Detective Boy
Location - Club||With - Hester

Jeremy frowned a little. "Excuse me?" He had heard what she had said, but needed some time to get a comeback. His entire body stiffened as she practically threw herself onto him, and he desperately wanted to just take out his badge and handcuffs, ram her into a wall and just arrest her. His frown deepened as he put his hand in his pocket and toyed with the badge. What had gotten into him? Everyone knew that a police officer, especially a detective like him, should never use his position to gain advantage over someone. It must the whole environment of the club which was making him jittery. But he had to keep his cool if he wanted to learn anything and get some solid information. This kind of information he couldn't get elsewhere, and he'd be the ultimate loser if he gave up this opportunity just because he lost his cool.

But the way she was looking at him made him feel so violated. Like she was invading his space with her glances. Well, she was already invading his space. Instinctively, he tugged her off and took a step back. Bad move, he grimaced, now she was going to think he was afraid of her. He squared his shoulders and cleared his throat. Her question was still in the air, do he decided to answer it the best way he knew how - with honesty. "Because I've met all sorts of people in life, and sometimes they knock into you, but they think it is you who knocked into them. In a way, I'm glad you're not like those people. I'm not going to lie, I was a little annoyed, but it was an accident, so I let it go, and made sure you weren't hurt." The truth was always the best, and this was about as closest to the truth as anyone was going to get.