i'm in love with a criminal.

[longlive]

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Talia stared into her drink, watching the red liquid from it swirl around the lime she had just dropped in. After a few moments, she brought the drink up to her lips taking a deep swallow. The cranberry taste filled her throat and the glass was drained within a minute, the lime only left inside the glass. The vodka hit her hard, but there was no drink that she couldn't take. The girl lifted her eyes up and glanced around her surroundings, her eyes traveling from face to face with caution. Talia was a party animal, always going to the biggest parties and clubs around the city, but she never, repeat never, got wasted. She kept her guard up to everyone around her, making sure to trust no one and kept her distance from anyone who wanted to approach her when they were sober. Talia opened her purse to fish out a reasonable amount of money to tip the bartender that had served her. The money in her hand, the girl was about to close her purse until she realized she hadn't brought her drugs. Annoyance gripped her, but she ignored the feeling and pushed on. There had ought to be someone with a good pack of marijuana. Dropping the tip from her hand at the counter, Talia slid out of her leather stool and approached the dance floor. Plenty of people seemed high tonight and that only made craving for the feeling of drugs to come to her even worse, but all the girl did was bite her lip hard and occupied her mind with her running away 'problem'. All she knew was that she had to leave the city soon, maybe to Boston or maybe even farther away to San Francisco or somewhere. Talia was immediately snapped out of her thoughts when she felt a hand wrap around her waist, pulling her closer towards whoever was behind her. Paranoia crawled up her spine, her senses becoming aware of everything. She heard a gruff and deeper voice whisper into her ear something that wasn't worth repeating. A smirk planted itself onto Talia's face as she turned around her lips almost meeting the stranger's until she pulled back away from him and walked off. She didn't need to waste her time around people like him. Besides, he mostly likely didn't have any cash to spare. Talia ran her fingers through her blond hair before cocking her head to the left of the club and immediately her stare lingered. There was a man or woman, most likely a man with his or her's hood up and an obvious mask on his/here's face. There was trouble and it was going to hit soon, but all Talia did was stand there, her cool glare scanning the man.

[harlical]

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It was easy to merge in with the crowd. In a place like this, individual identity did not exist- everyone was a single part of a raging beast pulsing with its heartbeat. Nobody would question the mask or the hood while he was here. He ignored the invitations to dance from both drunk women and men alike - he was in no mood to deal with them - and pushed his way to the other side of the club, towards the back.

He lifted his gaze, allowing light to flash over the mask and reveal the colorful plastic. The eyes were still hollow, however, giving a dark and sinister look to the picture. Aereo's eyes scanned over the bar, hoping to find Gaspario - unfortunately, the man wasn't there, leaving Aereo slightly disappointed. He did want to show the mafia boss that his gang was something to fear and not just brush aside, after all. No big deal, He thought gruffly. He'll know who did this. I'll make sure the entire city knows if need be.

Looking to the side, he caught some blonde girl staring at him with a calculating, critical look. Aereo returned the look evenly. She suspects somethin's up, Aereo mused. Finally, after a couple seconds, he pulled his hood down once more, once again completely shadowing the mask. He walked into the crowd again, not really giving much mind to the girl. Not like it matters anyway, she's not part of Gaspario's mafia. He reassured himself, dodging some random guy as he fell backwards from a mosh fight.

[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 grabbed the clutch softly keeping his eyes on the girl as she wobbled around his room. He scanned the contents looking for anything incriminating but to his surprise there was nothing. It seemed odd he had a gut feeling that this girl was in here to dig up something on him however her bag said otherwise. Silvio walked towards the girl to hand back her small clutch. "You are clean but I think we should ease up on the drinking." He said taking the glass from her hand and setting it on the coffee table. "We would not want you to wreck that pretty face of yours by falling down now would we?" He gave the young girl a smirk as he looked her over. Maybe she really was drunk, he could not tell but he would et her out of here either way. "As I promised I will buy you a cab."

The mafia man picked up his phone and dialed the number for the cab company he usually used for drunk people in his club. She looked at bit distraught, sick maybe? Man he hoped she did not get sick on his carpet that would be a headache to get cleaned up. As he waited for a person to answer the call Silvio stepped toward her and asked in a gentle tone, "Are you ok?" His hazel eyes crossed over the young girl in concern.
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[a i r y .]

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

Nevada was zoning majorly as she watched the doors, something was about to happen up on the main floor she could feel it. She really felt something, the last time she felt something bad about to happen a man was shot right in front of her. After a good minute or two, she snapped out of it and grabbed her clutch from him. Gaud she hated what she was about to do, but if this guy was shot she wouldn't have a story and if she didn't have a story she'd be stuck writing more restaurant reviews for the rest of her life. This guy was part of the Gaspario family, he had to be everything in the manila folder leaded to this. She pushed herself off the wall and walked a few feet before swaying right into him. "I am fundidlytastic. Besides the fact that you want to send me home." The brunette pouted. Oh gaud, what was she doing. I'm going to get shot, I'm so going to get shot. She was zoning again, she knew she was. Fml, Nevada thought as she grabbed his tie and pulled him towards her. One slip up and this was it, she would be dead and if this boy was really part of the Mafia these walls had to be sound proofed, she would be screwed. Nobody would hear the gunshot or anything she would just be dead. Gaud being a journalist really sucked sometimes, she kissed him knowing he would get distracted. No matter where a guy came from, they could always get distracted by the stupidest things. In a way Nevada was playing with this boy, she had no intentions of dating this boy or even being friends with this boy. All she needed was the information for her article and she would be gone from this life. Her heart was pounding like she had just taken some drug, she didn't want to be in the fast life. She was content on watching Netflix every night of her life instead of wildly partying. Nevada didn't really care anymore, play stupid was the next game. "Whats your name?" Nevada whispered watching him. She had to decide right now if she wanted to give this boy a fake name or her real name, he probably saw her ID so there was really no point in lying on her first name. This was getting dangerous, a little to close for comfort for Nevada. She swayed slightly still keeping the part of a drunk girl, she looked around the room again.

[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 watched the drunken girl's eyes wander about the room as if she was lost. Though he seemed functional enough to grab her clutch back. It went back and forth in his head, debating whether or not she was playing him. It could be extremely hazardous if she was on the flip side if she was not it was a messy situation having a drunk girl in his back room. Then the mafia man was really caught off this guard when the girl pulled him close by the tie. It was an exciting feeling that coursed through him when she pulled him into a kiss, so much so that Silvio was completely off guard. His hand dropped away from his gun and his mind was pretty much stunned.

In a heated whisper the mafia man told her blank mindedly, "Silvio Gaspario." He said watching her still very much distracted. Why did he just tell her that? Probably because his mind was a bit mushy but why would he resist a girl who was throwing herself at him. Ah it did not even matter she probably could have guessed who he was if she was sober anyway. However Silvio did not ask for her name, if anything happened between them it would be a one time thing. He would be gone in the morning before she even woke up. Silvio felt her shifting and wrapped one of his strong arms around the girl's waist so she would not fall down.
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[longlive]

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Talia kept her eyes on him for a moment, watching him even as he gazed right back at her. He seemed a little too calm for someone in a club. Was he a drug dealer? Maybe. He looked sketchy, with his hood over his head, covering most of his face, but then again she did that all the time. However, the mask underneath was the abnormality. An animal face - she didn't know which animal, but she could tell it was and a smile plastered onto it that only one of the insane would make. She looked away slowly before turning her body the opposite direction of him. The girl wasn't too sure if he even was a drug dealer, but if he was, she wanted the drugs. Biting her lip hard in consideration, Talia cocked her head back slightly searching for the man. Her blue orbs stayed on him as she lifted herself up from her seat and strode over towards him, careful to avoid the dancing, sweaty bodies. Her gut feeling was that he was trouble and by going near him wasn't smart at all, but trouble had never stopped the girl. He was hard to catch, the man. Always dodging through the crowd to make sure no drunk fell onto him. Following him, keeping a distance between her and him, Talia moved silently against the dancing bodies. "Hey you!" Her voice rang out surprisingly loud against the pounding bass of the dance music. "Do you have any drugs?" She asked, her voice lowering a bit before keeping her dark blue eyes on him. The question was straight on and demanding. If he didn't have any drugs, whatever. The girl would just move on and find someone else.


[ I'm really sorry about the length of this .
I have no muse right now. e.e ]

[harlical]

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Moving around all the people was hardly a challenge for Aereo - through repetition, one developed a technique. Many glanced at him, barging through, but most just looked away. A few sober ones took a double-take, sending him suspicious looks. A person in a mask was shady, and in a place like this, it only signaled danger.

Muffled by the sound of the bass, he could hear a girl behind him say something. He kept walking, but turned his head slightly to see the girl who had been glaring at him less than a minute ago. He just turned and kept walking, not quite bothered to humor her suspicions, but he was surprised when he heard that she was looking for drugs. That's why she was glaring like that? He thought, slightly amused at his own paranoia as he turned around and faced the girl. She was pretty - platinum blonde hair, sharp features. She had the look of a girl who cared more about the high and less about the hangover. Exactly his type.

Aereo smirked slightly, but it was hidden by the unrevealing face of the mask. "It depends," He responded. "What kind of high are you looking for?" It was almost time to begin the fun. Might as well just add a little dramatic effect. "Because the drug I have only has one effect, and I need to make sure my clients know what they are getting into."

[a i r y .]

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

Nevada really didn't care, she wasn't going to hang with this guy for the night wasn't happening. She believed in the seed of doubt, Mafia boys were only into the one night stand's but that wasn't her. She wasn't interested in dating him and she would have to be around him more than once. He didn't even ask for her name, that wasn't very classy for Mafia guys. She really didn't care, the bad feeling had melted away. She was actually exhausted and kind of wanted to go home. She stumbled about to fall once again. "I really can't stay, you called a cab." She slurred her words to make it believable. "Can't make the cab driver wait, it would be rude." She was really slurring her words now. The feeling of danger had faded, this mobster wasn't scary she was half tempted to blow her cover but she didn't. "You can just text me later, but for now I gotta go." She slurred her words once more, she pulled his tie again kissing him softly before sliding her number in the palm of her hand. She wanted to throw up for some weird reason but she didn't because she had to keep her cool. She stumbled up the stairs, she pretend to fall on the stairs. She giggled and pushed herself up, she walked up the stairs swerving allover the place. She pushed open the door and walked back into the club, she staggered around still acting drunk. She'd forgotten her clutch on the stairs but it didn't matter, it was an excuse for him to call her back considering the fact that her ID and other things were in there. She got out of the club and staggered towards a cab, she got in the correct one and told the man her address and the cab driver began driving.

[longlive]

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The blond-haired girl pursed her lips together in thought before giving out a small, careless shrug. She leaned in towards him close enough to feel his breath. "I don't care." She murmured, her voice almost a whisper. "Anything." Talia lifted her eyes towards him, her stare dead-on. She didn't know who the man was under the mask, but she could tell he was young, maybe around her age. A smirk plastered itself onto her pretty features as she returned to her normal position, a distance now between her and him. "Oh? And what would that be?" She raised an eyebrow, her voice loud as the bass of the music kept on going throughout the club. All Talia wanted was drugs; any type of drug. She just needed the high, the feeling of just losing the world for the night. So the man was a drug dealer, but it seemed as if he was more than that. Maybe, perhaps, a gang leader of something. If he was only a drug dealer, he probably would've tried to had been a little more discreet and would've done without the mask, but then again many people around her were either high or drunk so no difference would be made. Though she didn't know him, Talia knew he was trouble. Though before her gut feeling was that he was, she was sure now. "Are you gonna cause some trouble tonight?" She asked casually, pulling her hair to one side before taking a step back to lean against the wall. "You seem like the type to." The girl commented before tearing her gaze away from him and glancing around the club. There were more and more people at the bar now and the dance floor was packed to its proximity. Her heart pounded against her as the bass hit hard, but it wasn't hard enough. When she got the drugs it would be enough to satisfy her.

[sakatoharaki]

Sɪʟᴠɪᴏ Gᴀsᴘᴀʀɪᴏ

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

╔══════════════════════╗
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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The magic of the moment was gone. Silvio immediately snapped out of his daze when she cut him off. Something was up. For one girls usually did not resist him this far into the game and drunk girls at that. And using the cab as an excuse? No, something was wrong and he was going to find out what it was. Her kiss was not as strong as the last one because of his suspicion though he did appreciate it. Softly he looked down at her number contemplating this girl in his head. Obviously she want to see him again but this went beyond playing hard to get. When she left Silvio saw the clutch left on the stair case. The mafia man went over picking it up and examining its contents. "Gregorio! Vinicio!" He called to his goons who stood outside his door. As the two Brooklyn born Italians came to him he handed the men the clutch. "Run her I.D. its probably fake so run her picture as well. Find out who this girl is."

Silvio took a seat behind his desk as he waited for the men to return. He put his hand on his chin thinking of what he was going to do about this girl. Not ten minutes later his men came back with the clutch. "Name's Nevada Crin, she writes restaurant reviews for the paper." The taller of the two said in his thick Brooklyn accent setting the clutch in front of Silvio on the desk. Carefully he picked up her I.D. and looked it over. "So she thinks I can be her big break huh?" He said irritated and now ready to blow a fuse. But he kept it cool realizing taking out a reporter on his trail like this would draw in far too much attention. No he had to be smarter than that.

As he looked at her picture Silvio came up plan, "Ok here's what we are going to do. We can just whack her that is too messy and a waste. I am going to give this little reporter a run for her money. Show her around, give her the story she is digging for. Then once she's about ready to gather all she needs a good dose of ricin will find its way to her drink. Its quiet and clean plus I get to have a little arm candy." This way he could have a little fun with Nevada while she thought she was in control of the situation. He dropped her I.D. to the desk before opening up his package of Angel Dust.
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