It’s a Date
You furrowed your brows and looked down at the papers, chewing lightly on the blue pen in your hand.
"Alastor I don't think this is the best way to end the show.",you frown slightly as you look up to face him. He looks up from his own paperwork, eyes eyes look at you over his glasses.
"Whats wrong with it?",he inquires. Straightening his composure he pushes up his glasses and takes the paper from your hand, you've marked up where it needs some fixing.
You cross one leg over the other and brush your hair back behind your ear,"Well everything else is unfortunately flawless but I think its distasteful to end the show on such a bad note. A missing womans remains believed to be found? Thats a bit of a downer to end on."
Alastor thought for a moment while looking down at your neat cursive and going over the story he planned on closing the show off of. A beautiful blonde womans remains were believed to be found in a bayou.
Oh! Her name was Marcy! Oh how that had been irritating me.
Alastor places down the paper and gives you a sideways look,"So what do you suppose I end it on?" You smile softly and turn the paper writing down a few directions you show it to him,"I think it'd be best to end on the missing girl that was found. In one piece and alive at least."
Looking over the paper once more he lets out an impressed hum, a grin spreads across his lips and he looks to you. "Thats a good idea. Good work, (Y/N)." You beam at the praise, a bright smile on your features as you look at the radio host.
"So are we going to head down to the booth?",you question while watching him gather up the work you two had worked over. He shakes his head gently and hands you the stack.
"No, I'm afraid its going to be postponed today. I have a meeting with a potential partner and despite her associates, doing a dealing with her would be big. On both ends of course.",he gives a smug grin and you nod with understanding. Taking the papers you hold them against your chest,"So what am I meant to do?"
You begin to feel excitement at the prospect of going home early. An eager smile cracks at your lips and your hands clutch the papers. Then Alastor pops your joyful little bubble with a knife and a shake of his head.
"You will be organizing the file cabinets for me, just the ones pertaining to the show and bring me anything out of order.",he gestures towards a door across the room with his chin. He begins to tug on his blazer and pull on his black gloves.
You give an internal groan of disappointment and a slow nod, making your way across the room you pull the handle open when you hear his voice ring out.
“Anthony is busy tonight yes?”,you turn to him with a soft nod and furrowed brows,”Would you...care to join me for a drink at Rosies? You’ve had no time to enjoy yourself there yet.”
You feel your cheeks flush red and palms grow sweaty as he says this. Clearing your throat you gaze down at the ground before meeting his eyes.
Reject him! Reject him!
“That sounds nice, I’d love to.”
Crap.
Alastor smiles and nods while hiding the joy that sprung within his heart,”Fantastic! But note not to come out during this dealing, these people can be...uptight.” You laugh gently and nod with a salute,”Gotcha.” Stepping into the room the door shuts quietly behind you.
A soft knock at the door makes Alastors smile fall and his inside twist. He was not happy about this in the slightest. Yet he had a reputation to uphold and money was to be made. Putting on his usual grin and energetic aura he sighed.
"Come in!”,he says in an enthusiastic tone. In walks the red haired woman,"Velvet Vendetta is here to see you Alastor. And so are her associates Vox Morano and Valentino Bianco." With a tired sigh Alastor gives a wave of permission to Cheryl. The secretary nods and holds open the door.
In walks the trio from hell.
Velvets hand are folded behind her back as she steps into the wide office with a tight grin on her lips. Valentino holds a lit cancer stick between his lips and his eyes narrow through his pink shades.
And then theres Vox. That insufferable picture show jackass. He held no class or any sense of self-worth. He was worse than the dirt beneath Alastors shoes.
Cheryl immediately shut the door and made her way away from the room. The air was so tense you could slice through it with a knife.
"Good afternoon, Alastor. I'd say it's a pleasure to see you but that would be a lie.",Velvets grin widens as she says this in a sickly sweet tone. Her high-pitched baby voice was metal scrapping against teeth for Alastors ears.
Vox and Valentino chuckled and Vox stepped forward,"I see you've cleaned up the place old man. I didn't know you were capable of trying anything new."
Valentino blows out a puff of smoke and approaches the desk alongside his companions,"Still a shithole."
Alastors lips tighten into a grin and he laughs coldly while lifting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looks between the three numbers.
"Good to know none of you have grown any sense of class or manners from our last interaction.",Alastor looks to Vox with a slight narrowing of his eyes,"I see the scar healed up pretty nice. I think it takes the attention away from your other unappealing features."
Vox grits his teeth and balls his fists at his side. Alastors grin widens and he lets out a hearty laugh,"Now that the formalities are aside let’s get to business shall we!"
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Anthony exhaled softly as he held his face in his hands. Thinking back to last night.
FLASHBACK
"So Anthony...",Rosie began with a gentle smile,"You've got quite an impressive list of skills beneath your belt...and belonging to THE Bianchi Mob. I can only assume you're aware of the bounty on your head."
Anthony began to grow panicked as she said this.
“Your father Henry is offering quite a sum for your head on a platter.”,Anthony hid his panic very well. Having worked with the worst of the worst you would only end up dead if you weren’t an expert at a poker face.
It was made harder with that smiling scumbag in the room.
Anthony grimaced at the sound of his fathers name,”Yeah he’s a piece of shit who can’t handle one of his kids fallin’ outta line.”
Rosies nods slowly,”But why is he so hell bent on you I wonder. Afterall your brother Alexander is just as skilled as you. So is your sister Molly...my bad...was.”
Anthonys eye twitched and Alastor looked at Rosie with a widening grin. She was going for blood. Rosie was a strong and rational woman. But that rationality faltered when it came to men.
She despised them.
Sure she wasn’t fond of women either but she believed men were the scum of the earth. It took five years for her to warm up to the radio host and even now she had to refrain from strangling him sometimes.
“What do ya want from me? Are you gonna turn me in for the bounty?”,Anthony asked with venom dripping off of his tongue. Rosie shook her head gently with a soft exhale.
“I want to hire you.”
“Hire me?”
“Did I stutter?”
Anthony eyed the elegant woman up and down with caution. She was oozing intimidation and power right now. Anthony was reckless and a bit on the dumber side, but he knew when to refrain from making smart comments.
Rosie continued, folding her hands in front of her,”I want you to become my...cleaner. If someone makes a mess for me you clean it up. No questions asked.”
Anthonys interest was peaked at this, leaning forward in his seat he cocked his head slightly,”What do I get?”
Rosie chuckles softly, quite amused at his entire demeanor and attitude. It was refreshing to her.
“For starters I won’t have Alastor clean you.”,his eyes went to Alastor wide and unblinking. He knew that fucker was sketchy. Alastor simply grinned at him with a knowing look in his eyes. Rosie wrote down something on a notepad.
“And I’ll pay you rather handsomely since I know you are dependable in getting the job done.” Sliding the torn piece of paper to him his eyes widened at the large number and amount of zeros. Then his eyes shifted to the name and address written aside it.
“Cheryl Boomer...”,he read it aloud. Why did that name sound so familiar? Ignoring that he snorted with a nod,”Fuck yeah.” With the amount of cash this broad was offering he’d kill anyone. Rosie let out a pleased hum and nodded,”I want it done by the end of the week. If not...well we’ll just wait and see.” Rosie stood from her desk with a wide smile and gestured for Alastor to leave the room first.
He politely nodded and made his way out of the door and Anthony followed suit. He wasn’t sure if he would tell you about this...but he definitely needed to tell you about Alastor.
Rosie cleared her throat and Anthony stopped, his broad back facing her. Her tone was soft and eloquent,”If you tell anyone about anything that you heard, saw, or were told tonight...Especially of the new information I seem to have given you about my dear friend, Alastor...” She steps forward and forces Anthony to look at her, her eyes are wide and sadistic. Her long and manicured nails dig into his chin.
“I’ll make you watch as I gut (Y/N) and then I’ll make you suffer till your last breath.”,Rosie smiled brightly and dropped her hand. Making her way down the hall Anthony breathed out a heavy breath and rubbed his chin.
Well shit.
END OF FLASHBACK
With a soft inhale Anthony managed to pick the lock on the door of the womans apartment. Stepping inside he looked down at the watch wrapped around his wrist,”Might as well get this shit over with now.”
Shutting the door behind him he sat on the recliner in the living room, the silver pistol resting in his experienced hand. He groaned softly and felt pain and guilt settle in his stomach.
Just because he could kill a person doesn’t mean its easy. Especially when he hasn’t a fuckin’ clue of what they did.
He jumps and aims the gun down at the feeling of something soft rubbing against his pale skin. He quickly lowers the gun at the sight of a small fluffy dog. Its fur is an orangey shade and his tongue hangs out of his mouth. He squishes his cheeks together and lets out a high pitched and drawn out “aw”.
Anthony coos while picking him up,”Hi baby...”,the dogs tail begins to wag and Anthony notices the cherry charm on his collar. With a curious gaze he flips the charm around.
“Fat Nuggets...what kinda fuckin’ name...”