[ P ] War in my veins

war in my veins

His presence here was a regular one. It was one of the few bars that kept an exclusive clientele. You had to know someone and have pockets deeper than the King. He sat in one of the corners, his usual table that he had never once waited for. He was sprawled, comfortably so, letting his sheer size consume the space. Mismatched eyes scanned the establishment casually, drinking in its occupants. A few noblemen, more crime bosses, there was an intoxicating amount of power here, all drinking as if they weren't each tied up in something nefarious.

Tonight, Enzo waited for his brother.

Their sister, their dear sweet little sister caused quite a scene in front of the court house. Their father had already reprimanded her for it, but that wasn't what Enzo was after. Malachi, the criminal she had gotten released had been moved to the top of his list. It had taken every ounce of his self control that day to keep it together, to only drag his sister from the steps of the court house where all eyes were upon her. But now, now he was ready to breath fire.

Not that his craving for retribution showed on his face. The cool indifference never faded from his face, his dark eyes didn't flicker to life with the heat of his temper.

A waitress approached, her eyes darted between him and the floor nervously. Your drink, sir. She would set the fresh glass down clumsily, the amber liquid sloshing and splashing across the table. She gasped. Oh I-I'm-m s-so s-sorry, s-s-sir! The stutter in her voice stirred nothing in his even stare. He simply watched as she cleaned up, wiping the table more than necessary. "Go." A hand would flick dismissively, shooing her away and leaving him peace.

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He couldn't fucking believe it. Wasn't lawyer school supposed to teach someone to be smart? But instead, Alessa had royally fucked up - so bad even daddy Luciano accosted her. While he didn't know all the details, Matteo couldn't help but possess a sick sense of satisfaction. He wasn't the only one to be scolded for being stupid, now. He loved - even adored - his sister, but he always knew she was held far up above where he resided within his family. Oh, how he wished he was there to witness it.

All he had right now for information was word through a grapevine. It didn't take much longer for Enzo to summon him. Eager and with a pip in his step, Matteo navigated his way through Rionna to the exclusive bar, knowing exactly what drink he was going to order before he had even entered through the door. While his brother frequented this one far more than he did, he knew his pretty face was one that wouldn't be forgotten, especially when he gave a flirty wink towards the waitresses, finger gunning them with a cheeky grin.

"The usual, babes," he requested as he jogged up to his brothers table, still high from the exhilaration of the whole fucked up situation. His table smelled like fresh liquor, as if some had spilled, and the wooden surface was damp from a clean up. As he sat himself down across from Enzo, his eyes flashed from the wet spot to him, one brow cocking questioningly as he knew the Vincenza powerhouse wasn't one to spill his drink.

"So?" he asked with a shit eating grin, leaning back on the chair as a pretty speckled waitress came and placed his drink in front of him, before scurrying away like a shy mouse. "Whose ass do I gotta beat?" while he was exuding amusement before, his voice darkened once in the presence of Lorenzo. It wasn't often he was summoned so seriously. Someone had hurt their family, and that wasn't something Matteo took lightly - ever. He didn't give two shits who it was - a King, some politician, or the baddest criminal - they'd all answer to him for placing their hands on his kin.

war in my veins

Matteo arrived with his usual flare. A smile that dazzled women wherever he went and a flirty nature that made him a crowd favorite. At least until someone pissed him off. Taking a seat, Matteo immediately notices the wet spot on the table and smell of booze. Enzo dismisses it with a huff and a flick of his paw. It wasn't worth discuss, he'd find out soon enough anyways, when she came back with his drink. They had far more pressing matters to discuss than a clumsy waitress.

Finally, Matteo would sober. His happy go lucky demeanor would darken as they began discussing their darling sister. Enzo's lip curled but he remained silent as the waitress returned, this time managing to set the glass down without spilling it everywhere. Only when they were alone did he speak. "Malachi." Like signing a death warrant, he gave his brother the name of her client. "A nobody. She just got out him of jail after being accused of murder." Enzo had the details courtesy of their father. Alessa was spoon fed information on a as needed basis. If Enzo had his way, she'd know nothing, ever. But after their father caved and let her go to law school, she was now a face to the family name and that meant there were things she simply had to know.

"Get rid of him." Enzo growled. His temper flared, sparking in his dark eyes as he gave his brother his marching orders. It wouldn't inconvenience the reckless brother one bit. Where Enzo controlled his violence, Matteo embraced it. 'Soon." It was bad enough he had put hands on their sister at all, but he done so publicly. He had committed a sin against the family. Their laws called for retribution. This could not go unpunished. To let it slide under the rug would let someone else strike against them, the next time could be worse. One of them could end up dead next them.

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