one x one [vaermina & scaredofmostthings]

[vaermina]

ＲＯＭＥＯ ＢＩＡＮＣＨＩxxx
I.x24 years old II. cis malex III.xbianchi don


indentromeo looked up when he saw rosie appear, sheet pulled around her shoulder. "you already know how i sleep like absolute crap," he sighed. he turned off the faucet. "yeah, that'd be as smart as poking an angry bear." he's never quite seen anthony so angry. usually, the roles are reversed and romeo is the one shedding blood, not anthony. he was usually pretty level-headed but this whole situation was different. nevertheless, romeo was becoming more certain in his choice. it had been the right thing to do, to keep anthony safe and to avoid any trails connecting gallo's death to the bianchi family. anthony would probably hate romeo til the day he died but at-least he was safe. romeo sighed as he turned off the bathroom light, squeezing past rosie to get to their bed. "i'll give him some time to cool off. he doesn't want anything to do with me right now." romeo climbed onto their bed, dragging himself to his side before he slowly laid down on his back with a groan. he put the ice pack down on the nightstand before he lowered his head onto the pillow, feeling stiff and his bruise throbbing despite the ice that had just been put on it. "come back over here with the sheet, captain rosie," he teased her, taking note of the sheet around her shoulders that made it look like a cape.

[Scaredofmostthings]

"Maybe I should go talk to him," Rosie mused idly, walking back over to the bed, throwing the sheet over it before crawling in, facing Romoe, "you know, remind him which one of us he actually hates. If anything it'll give me a reason to get out of the house for a bit. I love you and I love Sam but I really wish he was still that quiet little thing we brought home from the hospital."

[vaermina]

ＲＯＭＥＯ ＢＩＡＮＣＨＩxxx
I.x24 years old II. cis malex III.xbianchi don


indent"it's only been a few weeks and you're already running out the door to leave me to be a single dad," he joked. all humor aside, though, he sighed. "yeah. he's definitely not afraid to tell us when he wants something." they were often awoken throughout the night by the baby's cries. sometimes, it was for reasonable matters but other times, it was as simple as sam wanting to be held. they usually took turns when it came to checking on him, although with how poorly romeo slept anyway, it wouldn't be long before he'd end up crawling to and from the nursery. he turned his head to look at her, feeling his lip sting again when he ran his tongue over the bruise. "i don't know. maybe. i don't think that's going to help but make him angrier," he admitted. while anthony has gotten over his hate of rosie, he's still acted somewhat standoffish to her even after all these months, showing just how far he could hold a grudge. romeo didn't think it'd go over well at all if rosie attempted to talk to him. but then again, romeo didn't know. he was sure that anthony had it in him to hate both romeo and rosie. romeo shrugged. "i don't know, i think this one of those situations where no amount of talking or reasoning is going to help. anthony and his father had their moments but he still really loved him, and i think the thought of finding who killed his father and avenging him was something that always kept him going. and i took that from him and that really hurt him." romeo wasn't mad at anthony at all for fighting him, for he knew he'd do the same thing if he were in his shoes. "but it was the better choice to make, to hire those goons. but he's upset so he doesn't see that and i don't blame him."

[Scaredofmostthings]

"Of course it was the better choice, it was my idea after all," Roise joked, slipping out of bed, "I'm going to see him, it's been a week, it's time for someone to do something." She moved over to the closet, changing quickly and grabbing a set of keys from the dresser, "watch Sam, there's bottles in the fridge," she instructed, already out the door.

[vaermina]

ＲＯＭＥＯ ＢＩＡＮＣＨＩxxx
I.x24 years old II. cis malex III.xbianchi don


indentromeo scowled at her joke, even though her climbing out of bed caused his eyes to widen. "what?" he echoed, leaning up despite the pain of the bruise. "you can't be se-" he didn't even get to finish before she was out the door. he cursed, having half of a mind to go after her. he didn't think talking to anthony would do anything but make him angrier or if he'd even go a step further and expose who rosie was - who she had truly been - to the rest of the bianchi family. it'd be the perfect way for him to retaliate against romeo and the perfect way to destroy the good relations she had with his mother and sisters. he wasn't even sure where anthony and lana went off to, his mother only telling them they were staying at a nearby hotel. he was about to get up and follow rosie despite his soreness when he heard the beginning of a wail coming from the nursery, indicating that sam was awake and something was bothering him. now stuck, romeo cursed to himself before getting out of the bed and trudging to the nursery to check on his son.

[Scaredofmostthings]

Rosie left the house quickly, thankful but surprised that Romeo didn't chase after her. She easily found the car that matched her keys and was out of the compound in minutes. Lana had, at one point, mentioned a hotel her and Anthon stayed at when they needed a break but still needed to be nearby and Rosie was willing to guess that's where they were. The hotel was relatively easy to find, nice enough for a Bianchi but understated. Rosie ducked into the lobby, doing her best to look a little confused as they approached the desk with a innocent smile. "Ma'am," she began, drawing the receptionists attention, "my friend and her husband said to meet them here in their room, only they never told me what room they were in. Crazy, right? I was just hoping you could help me figure out where they are? I know they checked in a week ago, if that helps?" She asked sweetly. Luckily the woman seemed a bit naive, and with a few questions Rosie was taking the stairs up to the third floor.

She stepped up to the right door, knocking on it solidly, and leaning against the door frame, waiting for someone to answer.

[vaermina]

ＡＮＴＨＯＮＹ ＢＩＡＮＣＨＩxxx
I.x28 years old II. cis malex III.xbianchi underboss


indentanthony sat on the edge of one of the hotel beds, smoking a cigarette. he was only wearing pajama bottoms, not yet dressed into proper clothing. his eyes were plastered onto the small television box cropped onto the low dresser. there were only a few channels, with low quality and black and white, but he didn't mind. the channel he wanted was available, and that was the local news channel. he's been watching it for a majority of the early morning, lana still lying in bed sound asleep. apart from weather and traffic, they were talking exactly what anthony wanted to hear; tommy gallo's murder in florida and his apparent mob connections in this city. the two news anchors were talking with some man, apparently a prominent crime expert throughout the state, about gallo and his relations with the alonso family and his wrongdoings against the bianchis. one of the news anchors questioned the expert. "with gallo's very public execution that could have easily taken more lives, a lot of people are asking the question; could these power struggles between these crime families end up taking the lives of civilians?" in the bed, he felt lana stretch, her feet touching his hand. she didn't wake, though. he returned his attention to the television screen, where the crime expert fixed his glasses. "that's a very good question. for many years, the general public have sort of taken an interest in the mafia. these sicilian men, hailing from italy, coming to our country with the notion of keeping their communities safe - although perhaps not in the most legal of ways - and looking out for their own. but these power struggles are very real and very dangerous. we've had numerous of incidents in our city with even the most powerful of mob bosses getting publicly executed by their enemies. we can take lorenzo bianchi, for example; he had been mowed down with over fifty bullets in front of a restaurant. other citizens got hurt, some even killed alongside him." it was probably not good for his state of mind to listen to this but anthony didn't care at all.
indent "when it comes to the mob in our state, we know we have very high activity, particularly in this city with the bianchi family. speculations have begun to form that leonardo bianchi has retired. is that true?" one of the news anchors asked. the expert nodded. "of course, our sources are limited and mostly based on media but we have thought to believe that leonardo bianchi's only son, romeo bianchi, had taken the oath several months ago and took his father's position." a picture of one of his cousin's mug-shots appeared on the screen behind the three hosts, causing anthony to bristle slightly. "we've already taken some glances into romeo bianchi, who has an easily accessible public record of crime since a young age, being arrested for driving under the influence, carrying unregistered weapons, robbery, battery and the like so it's obvious that most of the bianchi men seem to become involved in crime from an early age. of course, we can suspect there's many other charges that can be tied to romeo bianchi but as a crime boss, there's certain layers of insulation they put between themselves and a crime, right, where even if you think you solved it, you've merely found the decoy they want you to find. that's why it's so difficult for police to arrest these high-profile criminals. they're extremely smart with what they do..." the sound of the man's choppy voice through the speakers was interrupted by a knock on the door. frowning, anthony stood up, leaving the news anchors to speak about his cousin as he went over to the door. after unlocking it, he opened it, only to be greeted by a familiar but not so welcomed face. he grimaced. "oh, god. what are you doing here?"

[Scaredofmostthings]

"Didn't you hear? Romeo kicked me out, I do room service now," Rosie sniped, crossing her arms over her chest, "just kidding, unfortunately for you your cousin seems to be planning on keeping me around for a bit. Anyway, get dressed, we're going out," she said, plastering a sarcastic smile on her face, "you need to get out of the house, or hotel room in this case, and I need a break from a crying baby and a not yet mother-in-law, which are basically the same issue in my mind," she rambled, talking fast since she didn't really care if Anthony caught every word or not, "so I'm thinking, you, me, and a whole lot of gambling. Sound fun? Good. Now hurry up, I get free drinks from this nice joint but it's like an hour away so we gotta go. Chop, chop."

[vaermina]

ＡＮＴＨＯＮＹ ＢＩＡＮＣＨＩxxx
I.x28 years old II. cis malex III.xbianchi underboss


indentanthony listened blankly as rosie went on a tangent. "i would believe that abraham lincoln came back from the dead more than i'd believe romeo kicking you out." his fool of a cousin. of course, she'd come here to bother him. of course, she couldn't just leave him alone. the thought of tossing her over the edge of the balcony was more appealing to him than spending any amount of time with her. while the hatred he had possessed towards her had diminished over time, it was replaced with a cold, stony shoulder. it appeared like she was intent on whisking him away, though, and even if he slammed the door in her face she'd probably attempt to break through the window to get in. "you and romeo are perfect together because no matter where i go or do, one of you still manage to get on my nerves," he growled, taking a step back. "fine. let me get dressed." after going over to one of the suitcases he packed, he pulled out some clothing and went to go get changed. he knew he looked a little bit rough - well, far more rough than he's ever been - but he could care less. he found himself lacking the energy to put energy into anything. once he was finished changing and freshening up, he exited the bathroom and went over to the television to turn it off. they now appeared to be talking about richie alonso and allegations against him and miami-dade police of bribery and extortion. before it could fully grasp his attention, he shut it off. he went over to a sleeping lana, leaning down slightly to touch the side of her face. "i'm going out for a few hours. i'll be back," he told her quietly. his wife only shifted. "okay," she mumbled, probably not comprehending a word he said. he leaned back up again before going back over to rosie, impatiently motioning for her to lead the way.

[Scaredofmostthings]

"That took so much less convincing than I thought it would," Rosie hummed, leading the way back to the car, unlocking the doors and climbing in. She looked over at Anthony as he got in, "I'm not here to talk you out of being mad at Romeo, if that's what you're thinking. I just feel like gambling, and who better to do that with than my favourite future cousin in law?" She said as she started the car, pulling out of the hotels parking lot and getting onto the road.