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Post by magdelena e. g. giovanni on Jun 7, 2011 19:20:59 GMT -6
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after luca left maggie had been desperate to get into something simply to distract herself. she’d started off first with the drug business because that was the thing she knew most about and it was the thing that came easiest to her. she’d implemented all her changes, worked around the law, and she was making fausto a pretty penny in no time. she had made more for him now than she’d been doing the first time around when he’d handed her the business so of course that man was happy. he spoke in dollar signs and maggie sang his language. what else could a guy want. the business was the easiest thing for her to handle and though it was something that always demanded her attention, it wasn’t something that challenged her. because it was so second nature maggie still had a hard time distracting herself from the fact that her husband had chosen to leave her behind, meaning that it wasn’t enough to distract her. what did she do next? she took on the art gallery in the downstairs portion of her loft. that in itself was much more challenging. maggie knew nothing about art so she focused more on cleaning up the place and making it look like a working gallery as opposed to actually stocking it with stuff. the challenge had come after she’d finished and needed to focus on installing the art. she’d taken to using local artists and showcasing them, having pictures and sculptures placed about more in a random sense that made looking around some kind of adventure. but when she’d finished it just didn’t feel like anything. maggie remembered it well. she’d finished and called up vi, her new relative, and brought her in to see it. vi had looked around with amazement on her face but maggie just couldn’t get any enjoyment from it. she had grabbed a bat from one of the random works that had been seated in the middle of the entryway and just had at it. she took the metal bat to the walls, to the sculptures, to the paintings, to everything. maggie had already paid for the works so it wasn’t like that had been an issue, but the fact that it was supposed to be luca’s baby and maggie felt nothing for it just lead her to unleash her anger.
it was at that point that maggie had realized she needed her own outlet. the business was the giovanni’s for the most part, the gallery had been luca’s to which she then passed it on to vi who patched up the mess maggie had made, but maggie just didn’t have something to call her own. it was when she’d been driving around town and noticed an empty building in the middle of the city that the pieces just kind of came together. the town was missing something and maggie was there to provide. she bought the place with her own money, hired a crew to fix it up, installed all kinds of high tech and functional equipment, and hired a choreographing genius to help her get on her feet. she’d done auditions and hired dancers and lo and behold the m lounge was born. just to make sure everyone knew it was her baby, maggie named the damn thing after herself. the giovannis could borrow and other people could come here and feel like it was a piece of their lives but it meant nothing to them in comparison to what it meant to maggie. her baby. her working work of art. her sanctuary. this was her place and she’d kill anyone who ever said otherwise. the gios didn’t fuck with her on that fact either. fausto never tried to acquire the place as his own because he loved maggie and he knew what it meant. as long as he could borrow the back room on occasion, and a girl or two for a decent bonus, he was a happy man. but everyone respected that this place was hers and would always be hers.
”alright bitches so we know what we’re doing tomorrow right?” maggie said with a smirk and a nod, happy that the attentive people working beneath her were nodding their heads and not daydreaming about answering their text messages. ”alright so go home and get some sleep. make me proud tomorrow or it’s your asses.” it wasn’t a night until maggie threatened someone but this crowd knew to be on their best behavior. other employers might have thrown a few threats out once in their lifetime in an effort to encourage harder work but they never got the effects. it was only with maggie that you knew any threat meant maggie was likely to follow through. her employees rose to their feet and shuffled out in a crowd, groups of girls branching off for their nightly routines as other, tired eyes dragged their asses to their cars and headed home. where was maggie? she headed to the bar, hefting up until she took a seat on the bar top before laying back and just looking at the patchwork metal ceiling. she hooked one stiletto’d foot over the other, joining them at the ankles as she just sat back and enjoyed. wasn’t hard to do here. this was the only place where she was happiest at the moment and she liked to sit back and embrace that on occasion. through the empty lobby maggie could hear the sound of echoing feet, her eyes rolling behind closed eyes. ”we’re closed. go away.” she said without looking up. |
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Post by connor on Jun 8, 2011 14:24:33 GMT -6
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i'm alive in the city Walk the streets like a wanted man All the time got my shine lookin pretty Mother Fuckers all know Who I Am Every Day Feel The Heat In the City Like the barrel of a smoking gun Read the signs see the lights thier so pretty Your the one now turn me on
shaking his shaggy head and sending droplets of water spraying across the back of the modest limo, connor growled audibly and glared at the man sitting opposite him. on the one day out of the year when it rained in valkyrie, connor selwyn had been forced to go out of doors. not that he minded being out of the house, but this particular reason for being out wasn't entertaining. now that he was the godfather, he had to deal with the issues of his regiment in ways he'd never had to before. that meant when one of his people went rogue, he had to deal with it, and he liked dealing with such things personally. he had been the commander of the irish mob's army at one time after all. he wasn't accustomed to others doing his dirty work for him. reaching around his back, he withdrew the gun from his belt and began running his free hand over the nose and down the silencer as he spoke. "believe me when i say i understand what it's like not to be able to keep it in your pants," he commented, his tone genial with an under current of malice. "but what you've done is take that a bit too far."
like he had room to talk. he was the biggest hypocrite in history for slapping the hand of a man who'd gone too far when it came to sex. he had raped one of the giovanni girls one drunken night after losing control of himself. he had no right to be having this conversation, but that didn't stop him. very few people knew that shady little secret of his past except his now-deceased father, so he could be the biggest hypocrite he wanted and no one was the wiser. a dark smile curved over his face, and he looked up at the man sitting across from him. he had to admire the boy's endurance. he hadn't even started crying yet. looking back down at his weapon, he admired it lovingly. "you see, we can rape and pillage and then there's just plain murder. when you kill people who aren't targets, you kinda fuck it up for the rest of us," he hissed, his green eyes snapping upward to burn into the other man's face. "now i have to deal with the local police, and that's just..." he paused, trying to find the right word as he snorted and shook his head with disdain, "... it's a waste of my time. i'm sure you can see where this would... irritate me."
the soldier finally broke, trembling slightly in his bonds as his face crumpled and he began begging for forgiveness. "i didn't... i went too far. i'll do better next time. please... just please let me make it up to you, connor." his voice was pathetic and irritating. connor leaned forward, his hand holding the gun dangling over his knee as he glared at the soldier. "now you're just pissing me off." lifting the gun to the man's forehead as he pleaded noisily for his life, connor pulled the trigger, the soft displacement of air as the bullet released and took the man's life instantly stifled by the cushioned backseat of the vehicle. the man slumped lifeless to the chair and connor stashed the gun back in its hiding place within his belt. "get this shit out of my car before it starts to stink."
two other men obeyed, jumping to the task as he peered out of the window through the rain to his next destination. the last few people filed out, rushing off through the abnormally abysmal weather, and he calculated it was time for his arrival. opening the door, he slipped out into the rain, rushing through the droplets and to the entrance, entering as the final employee released the door and disappeared into the rain. he paused for a moment then, flicking his hand back and forth over his hair to relieve himself of the water clustered in his locks. withdrawing a handerchief from his jacket pocket, he wiped off his face as he walked farther into the lowlight of the club and glanced around. he was greeted with a rather pleasant view that brought a smile to his face. oh, luca would not be happy with him after this. the joys that thought brought to connor were innumerable. "we're closed. go away," came her sultry voice, seductive in the most unconscious way. connor was sure all of maggie giovanni's sex appeal wasn't a conscious effort and most of it was just a natural part of who she was, but he appreciated her femininity. it made this almost bearable.
"now that's no way to treat your customers," he replied with a dark smile as he emerged from the shadows, stuffing his handkerchief back into his pocket. as he neared the bar where she had her feet propped up and was enjoying her drink, he offered her a genial smile and leaned on the bar, completely relaxed. he was face-to-face with the one thing that mattered most to his arch enemy, and she also happened to be one of the most dangerous women in valkyrie. maggie giovanni had been powerful since she was only a corinthos, and she electrified him. he was drawn to her as any creature is to a like creature, and the fact that she was luca's wife only made her more irresistable to him. when he'd first met her in the elevator in a hotel in las vegas, connor hadn't thought much about her other than the fact that she would certainly be a good lay, but that had turned out to be tarnished by luca's involvement. then connor had figured out how to make luca's involvement his whole mission. in his free time, he enjoyed making luca giovanni's life a living hell.
"how have you been, maggie?" he asked as if they were old friends and not members of rival crime organizations. "being married to a stick-in-the-mud italian mother fucker doesn't seem to have tarnished your breathtaking good looks any." cocking his head to the side as if it was the most innocent observation in the world, he offered her a simple smile. all he had to do was provoke, and that was what he was good at.
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Post by magdelena e. g. giovanni on Jun 10, 2011 12:23:19 GMT -6
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not only had he been gone for years but maggie had learned that he'd had the opportunity to come back a very long time ago and had opted not to. that stung but that wasn't the only road block on their way back to a happy marriage. he kept hurting her. no matter what she seemed to do, luca couldn't stop hurting her and it was about to the point where she wanted to just throw in the towel. it made her sick to her stomach just thinking about it, something that she'd not let anyone else really see. maybe it was nerves or maybe it was food poisoning, maggie didn't know, but she was sick of hovering over the toilet every time she thought of luca and was hit with just this wave of gut-wrenching nausea. it certainly wasn't pleasant but maggie had still managed to keep it under wraps. why hide it? because it was a clear symbol of her weakness. luca was and would always be her weakness. even if by some tragedy they divorced and never saw one another again, there would still be no one else on the face of the planet that felt right to her the way luca did. no one else who brought that spark to her life despite having been missing from her life more than he'd even been there. hell after hearing their story it should have been surprising as hell to just about anyone to realize that the pair were still married. they went at each other's throats like it was their lot in life and they couldn't stand each other more often than they could stand one another. funniest part was that neither of them knew what it all meant.
and as such, to escape from it all, maggie hid away in the m lounge where she was safest. it was the place that felt like home more so than the loft she'd pretty much stolen from her deadbeat husband. it was her sanctuary and it was the place she would run to any time she just needed to get away, no matter where the sun was in the sky. if there was ever a need to find maggie, the m lounge would always top the list followed by the loft, the giovanni mansion, the gallery and just about any other italian-owned building. but one of the many things that really got under her skin was when someone disturbed her sanctuary time. the lounge was closed for a reason and yet a few choice people didn't seem to understand what that meant. no wonder why the literacy rate in the states was so terrible, people chose not to read what was right in front of their faces. "on the contrary i'm very good to my customers when the place is open. clearly you can't read otherwise you would have known that hospitality ends around one o'clock in the morning. |
[/b] maggie said in a flat, monotone voice as connor selwyn made himself visible to her line of sight. she didn't even have to look at him from over her shoulder, not that she would have, he just did all the work for her. when you were the most powerful woman in valkyrie's disgusting underbelly of misfortune, well you didn't look over your shoulder for anyone. like a top predator maggie didn't need to watch her back. she had loyal subjects for just that purpose and ones she'd actually trusted. she eyes connor nonchalantly as he leaned on the bar next to her crossed legs, watching him eye her with that glimmer in his eye. he was one mistake maggie was happy never to have made. the boy was an arrogant s.o.b. with nothing going for him other than his "rightful empire" which he had no clue how to run. still it was interesting to watch him try. more interesting to watch him admire her. at least someone in this town did seeing as her own husband couldn't be bothered to, but that needn't be public knowledge. "now now selwyn. that's none of your business." she scolded him with a smirk. unamused with him she pulled her feet off the bar top and crossed them at the knee, finishing off her drink. "thank you. not that i need your observations. now what, pray tell, requires that you come into my business and bother me so? that is, other than getting under my husband's skin to which i can only say that he would be bothered if i was at all bored enough to tell him you even stopped by. since that's not my intention, you've wasted both your time and mine. now get out."[/b] maggie said as she picked up her glass of ginger ale and took another sip before she spun on the barstool and hopped off. "after all connie, you should know after all this time that you're not good enough to satisfy me in any way. so what is it that motivated you to crawl out of your hideaway on the outskirts to bother me so?"[/b] [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by connor on Jun 14, 2011 8:33:47 GMT -6
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i'm alive in the city Walk the streets like a wanted man All the time got my shine lookin pretty Mother Fuckers all know Who I Am Every Day Feel The Heat In the City Like the barrel of a smoking gun Read the signs see the lights thier so pretty Your the one now turn me on
on the contrary i'm very good to my customers when the place is open. clearly you can't read otherwise you would have known that hospitality ends around one o'clock in the morning. connor chuckled easily at her jab. she sure was a firecracker. if he ever imagined himself being married - god forbid - he imagined it would be to a woman like maggie. unlike luca the limp noodle, connor could handle her type. he preferred them actually. he hated whiney women and women who needed him to make all of their decisions for him. "i'm not overly concerned with your business hours, and you know that," he replied simply, "if i had ever expected hospitality from you in the first place then i wouldn't have come. friendliness just doesn't become you." he smiled to himself and removed his long jacket which was sparkling with the raindrops which hadn't soaked into the thick fabric. growing up in great britain taught a man how to dress for wet weather.
and why had he come here? sometimes he wondered why he cared, but then he reminded himself. it was luca's fault everything had gone so badly following the violetta affair - at least in connor's mind - and the younger man had also been his appointed stalker while connor had been trying to reconnect with violetta a few years after the original incident. it seemed luca was connor's ghost, an itch at the back of his head that just wouldn't go away until he blew his own head off. at times he felt like neither of them could exist without the other, but they could never survive while the other existed. it was one of those weird twist of fate kind of things he supposed; if he gave a damn about that sort of thing. in his mind, if luca was still alive and was happy to boot, then he just wasn't doing his job. besides, maggie wasn't too bad to look at either.
although she was an expert at hiding her emotions behind a thick veil of uncaring, connor sensed the irritated chord he struck at the mention of her husband. even so, maggie was loyal in words and face, as always. she had been from that first night when they had almost gone far enough to really give luca a heartattack. if only he'd known from the start that she 'belonged' to the other man, then he definitely would have tried harder. damn his bad timing. it wasn't that he thought she would be a better lay than any other woman he'd ever been with or that he particularly cared about the sex they could have had in general, he just knew what a coronary luca would have had if his enemy had gotten into his girl's pants. connor regretted what had never been if only for that one reason. he'd love to give the italian a mental complex. that would entertain him. but it appeared by maggie's reaction, albeit vocally protective as usual, matters weren't all chocolate and roses around the young giovanni's house. that suited him just fine. now all he had to do was play his role in the whole thing. as she stated she didn't plan on becoming bored enough to tell luca about his presence, connor snorted instantly and looked from her perfect legs to her face.
"something tells me you'll get bored enough and not just by what's in his pants," he commented, leaning an elbow on the bar and wishing the bartender was still at work so he could get himself some scotch. he enjoyed drinks much stronger than ginger ale which seemed to be what maggie was digesting. "besides, now that you're officially his 'woman', doesn't that require some sort of snitching on your part? i'm sure the giovannis wouldn't like one of their inlaws keeping the appearance of their prime opposition to herself..." instinctively, he knew maggie would hate any suggestion that 1) she belonged to anyone like a piece of property and 2) that she was merely an outsider the italians deigned to let in. he couldn't know for sure that either of these things was true, but planting the seed of doubt was part of the reason he'd come in the first place. she was enough like him to hate being second to anyone.
you should know after all this time that you're not good enough to satisfy me in any way. so what is it that motivated you to crawl out of your hideaway on the outskirts to bother me so? she drawled, bringing an appreciative smile out on his face. words like that from any other woman would warrant a slap across her pretty little mouth and some punishment of his liking later, but he was amused by maggie's sharp tongue. he considered her his match, at least in some ways. "regrettably, you've never had the priviledge of finding out if i satisfy you in that way or not," he noted, raising his eyebrows slyly. "but, don't worry, the offer still stands for when little luca no longer keeps you amused." he smiled easily, enjoying the jabs at her husband. moving on to her question, he leaned forward slightly to pitch his proposal. if he couldn't have her in his bed to drive luca and the italians crazy, then he could have her in other ways.
"you're a smart, independent woman, maggie," he reassured, sliding up onto a bar stool as he spoke. "surely the italians haven't stamped out your entrepreneurial spirit completely. i wish to make you a business offer." connor knew full well that she was now the ruler of the drug cartel that had once belonged to her father, and from a business aspect, he wanted in on it. "monetarially, the irish can make you much more money in your drug-related side business than the italians can. surely, a little pocket change just for yourself couldn't hurt you. it could be our little secret." he winked and planted his palm face down on the bartop as he watched her. admittedly, the extra money couldn't hurt him either although he really didn't need it. ultimately, an under the table deal wouldn't hurt either of them at least as long as it stayed between them. now that he was no longer just a soldier in the irish mob, he had to admit he enjoyed some of the wheelings and dealings he had never partaken of previously. he was certainly coming to understand the appeal of this kind of power.
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Post by magdelena e. g. giovanni on Jun 16, 2011 18:25:55 GMT -6
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she didn't want to change a moment of it though. this business after all, was her cup of tea. it was almost like people dreamed up this method of rule breaking way back when simply because they knew maggie would come along one day and it would just be designed for her. ancient mythology liked to talk about individuals, heroes even, who were designed for a specific purpose. though maggie wouldn't dream of referring to herself as designed by the gods, nor as any kind of heroine, it was much easier for her to say that she was designed for the business. it came naturally to her and no woman did it better. she could safely say that no other woman of crime had ever gone so far, or done as much, or made as much of an impact as maggie had. women weren't frequent in the business and if they were involved it was only for a short time, like say long enough to be a mule for one illegal thing or another. maggie was no mule and she wasn't going anywhere. especially in a world that belonged to the giovannis, it was almost unimagineable that she would have long, withstanding work as well as an element of power, but fausto had a kind of faith in her that most people didn't. fausto had more faith in her than her own father ever had.
with a life like the one she had it was easy to forget the hell she'd been through as a child. it was easy to forget about just how much her own flesh and blood had wanted her dead and probably still did. maggie didn't like thinking about that. at this point those people were hardly family, the corinthos. juan sr was no longer the crook he used to be and was now the owner of a secure mansion with nothing worthwhile to guard. maggie's brother j.r. was fighting his criminal side as well as his family. he didn't want to be a corinthos then because of the past he'd endured and her didn't want to be a corinthos now because he didn't want to be a criminal. well that meant cutting out his family and though maggie hadn't officially cut the cuts and cut him off, he was far from someone she considered to be family. bella had long run away after finding out what the family business was and had run off to school somewhere in the states. raoul was a bastard who maggie would kill if she ever came face to face with him again because he'd sold her out to the men who haunted her nightmares. and the youngest kids were still in mexico finishing out school before they did something else with their lives. maggie wasn't associated with the name corinthos anymore as far as she was concerned. there was nothing there in the past to be proud of and there was nothing to be gained from it in the future had she kept her name. it was as easy as one, two, three for the newest giovanni.
as easy as it was to deal with the irish scum she saw standing in front of her. honestly she had no idea why he was here or why he thought coming here would be beneficial to him in any way, shape, or form. it was obvious where maggie's allegiances lie and it was obvious that those allegiances weren't going to be changing any time soon. maggie couldn't even admire him for having the cajones to come to her for anything because it was an effort in futility for him to even open his mouth. still, she couldn't say that it wasn't slightly amusing. "yes well if that's the case then you can leave out the same door you came in through." |
[/b] she shooed him away easily as she ignored his falsely pleasant smile. "and this air of power on you is like trying to dress up a bull's ass, and effort in futility."[/b] maggie said with a smirk. easily mocking him. she took a sip of her ginger ale as he spoke, trying not to get dizzy from the amount of eye-rolling his words could induce. "ah yes. leave it to the inferior man to comment on the...ahem...abilities of another. you bore me with your predictability selwyn now out with it. what the fuck do you want."[/b] she sucked in a breath, letting the inhale relax her slightly. there apparently wasn't such a thing as a night to herself. pity. "i don't snitch because i can handle anything that comes my way and you, my dear, are nothing more than a fly in the water. a mere inconvenience."[/b] maggie said with a sugary sweet smile. "when you actually become a threat i might consider it."[/b] she shurgged off his attempt at an insult with ease. a comment like his would have rattled her if she was in any way insecure about her place in the business or her standing both of which were solidly known and not in the least bit ambiguous. she slid around the bar stool, her elbows leaning back on the bar as connor propositioned her. she eyed him up and down, a half smirk on her lips. "mhm."[/b] was the only response she made to connor as he listed off only the beginning of her qualities. a business offer? what the fuck was the irishman inhaling on those bad roads on the dirty outskirts of valkyire? surely he didn't actually think he would weasel her away from the gios? he couldn't possibly be that dense...well. as he made his little speech maggie listened. she appeared interested and she turned to face him, her fingers outstretching to his hand and gently grazing over his skin. "a little more pocket change? that's all you offer me? surely you know that in my position i make in a week almost as much as your entire organization makes in a year."[/b] she teased, leaning in slightly as she looked at him beneath a shield of long, luscious lashes. "if i was to cheat on the gios, cheat on my husband, i would need a much sweeter pot than that."[/b] she said in a wispy voice, her fingers continuing to graze over his skin. [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by connor on Jul 1, 2011 11:27:25 GMT -6
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i'm alive in the city Walk the streets like a wanted man All the time got my shine lookin pretty Mother Fuckers all know Who I Am Every Day Feel The Heat In the City Like the barrel of a smoking gun Read the signs see the lights thier so pretty Your the one now turn me on
"cheat on your husband, now that's a choice set of words," he commented, cutting his eyes over at her where she sat on her stool, a dark smile curving onto his face. but she continued as if she hadn't heard him. i would need a much sweeter pot than that. connor continued smiling as he turned his eyes away from her and stared thoughtfully at the wall behind the bartop, seeing his reflection in a mirror which lined that wall. his dark smirk would have frightened even him if he was easily perturbed. he considered himself an image of danger, and he was pleased by the aura he exuded to the public and in his private life. of course, maggie was right. the deal seemed too frivolous to be worth it, and he could understand her unwillingness to jump right in without a better reason. but he had that better reason. he had quite a bit of information that he felt she would be rather interested in, but he couldn't just give that bargaining chip away too easily now could he?
his attention was drawn by the light touch of her fingers on the back of his hand where it was planted on the bartop. his green eyes flicked to her touch and then up to her face, seeing the manipulation there in her eyes. he raised an eyebrow and smiled darkly. the games they played entertained him, luckily for her, and the banter they sharred had a strange eroticism for him. but he couldn't allow his dick to rule him as it had done in the past. that was the lesson he'd learned the hard way when he'd been banished to europe following the unfortunate situation with violetta giovanni. he'd finished college and learned to control himself, at least a little bit more than he had previously. his father had spoken relentlessly to him about the importance of self-control, and now that he was the head of the organization his father had created, he knew the concept was ever more important than it had been before. he allowed her to continue touching him as he chuckled and looked down at the bartop between his hands.
"i think i have some information you'd like very much, my dear," he responded, looking up at the wall lined by the mirror again, seeing the back of maggie's head and his face reflected side-by-side. "some information related directly to your husband and a certain... figure of his past. perhaps you remember her name..." he turned slowly to look into her eyes. "does the name london addington ring a bell?" he smirked slightly, knowing she had to know the girl. london had been a fashion designer who'd ventured into valkyrie years before and, to the best of his knowledge, had created a bit of a bump in the road where luca and maggie were concerned. he supposed the girl had been part of the reason he'd almost gotten lucky with maggie that night in las vegas, but he couldn't be sure. he couldn't read minds despite the rumors. still looking at maggie, judging her reaction to his words, he continued, "has your darling husband ever told you what happened during his trip to chicago right before your engagement by any chance?" his smile broadened now and he slid his hand away from hers, turning his body to face her.
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Post by magdelena e. g. giovanni on Jul 9, 2011 7:42:55 GMT -6
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[/b] she said finally, acknowledging that he'd ever spoken in the first place. in all honesty maggie didn't consider connor to be much more than a fly in the ointment. he was an annoyance, and one that didn't seem to want to leave her alone, but he was pathetic and she didn't see him really making some grand move against her. he'd always regretted not taking the opportunity to bed her and she'd always been thankful that she'd said no. there had been no attraction there in the first place that night. he didn't radiate power nearly as much as her good for nothing husband did and as just about everyone knew it was power that attracted maggie more than anything else, if not only initially. maggie tended to like power but more so when it was her own or she had opportunities to gain it. she was after all a relatively selfish person. if there was nothing in a deal that she could gain from then she wasn't going to make the deal, simple as that. though connor liked to believe that he had something she could benefit from, he was sorely mistaken. that man hadn't had anything beneficial to ever offer her before and that certainly wasn't going to be changing any time soon. that didn't mean that in the meantime before she shot him down that she couldn't have her own bit of fun. she knew that if luca walked in at this moment and saw this he'd probably explode or break something. luca and connor, well they were beyond being not on the same page. connor had done a number of things to make him an enemy of the italians, long before maggie had even been in the picture. of course that did indeed make him an enemy of maggie's but her definition of what connor was to her was slightly different. you see maggie made an enemy of the people who purposefully went about making her life difficult or trying to screw her over in some sense and though connor was a family enemy and an annoyance, he'd yet to actually make a move against her. so while he wasn't her favorite person on the planet, maggie was happy to let him live as long as he didn't try to end her or her business. after all, where would the fun be if either of them were dead. the crime world was all one big game. you could go about killing all the key players but there was something about the rush and about the scheming behind it all that turned it into entertainment. the ones who in particular had gotten into the business because it called to them, not out of necessity, people like maggie, they were the ones who enjoyed playing the game. they wouldn't go about killing everyone because then the game would be over and there would be no one else to play with. so while the giovannis would likely regard her as a hero for simply putting a bullet in connor's head where he sat right in front of her, she wasn't going to do it. he was making a point to try and provoke her but this was connor selwyn we were talking about here. again maggie only considered him to be a fly in the ointment. that might have been a sting to the pride if he actually knew how little she considered him to be, but maggie didn't give two shits about his opinion. though apparently the same could not be said for connor who was actively looking for a way to get under her skin. he just had to bring up london didn't he. "have you so little to offer me that you have to go digging into the past just to try and peak my interest?"[/b] maggie said with a chuckle, her fingers lacing through her hair as she pulled it out of the way of her face. he brought up chicago and the night before their engagement. well he was certainly flopping there wasn't he. during their engagement neither maggie nor luca had been invested in their relationship because there had been no relationship there. there had simply been a partnership and one that both had been forced into. feelings hadn't come until later so it wouldn't have surprised maggie at all if luca would have acted out after being told they were supposed to marry one another. that was the whole reasoning behind maggie ever having given connor the time of day. she'd been in denial about the partnership and their looming future and she'd wanted to get lost in something else for a while, only something else hadn't been nearly as entertaining as butting heads with her soon to be husband. maggie leaned forward with a smirk, really looking connor over. yeah there was nothing impressive there. shame. "you're so cute when you're grabbing at straws."[/b] maggie said as she stood from her bar stool with her ginger ale in hand. "you're not as entertaining as you used to be connor, i think you've lost your touch, because i'm bored a lot faster than when we used to talk. why don't you leave and save yourself the embarrassment. no one has to know because it's a waste of breath. just be on your merry way."[/b] she said as she turned her back to him and headed toward the back office. [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by connor on Jul 11, 2011 12:15:00 GMT -6
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i'm alive in the city Walk the streets like a wanted man All the time got my shine lookin pretty Mother Fuckers all know Who I Am Every Day Feel The Heat In the City Like the barrel of a smoking gun Read the signs see the lights they're so pretty You're the one now turn me on
connor was growing bored with her vain attempts at annoying him with her coyness. sighing as she commented on him 'grasping at straws', he rolled his eyes, shook his head, and chuckled darkly to himself. patient was one thing connor selwyn was not. he never had been. it was one of his character flaws his father had chided him on, but he'd never done well to keep his impatience in check. as a soldier, he'd always been the first to shoot, the first to run into the middle of the battle, the first to draw blood. as the leader, he was protected more by his subordinates, but he was as reckless as ever just in different ways. he'd always been a man to see what he wanted and to go for it, never one to sit back while others did his dirty work. he prided himself on being more hands-on than the other mafia leaders besides the fact he wasn't on the verge of rotting in his grave like luca's uncle fausto.
in many ways, the six years in age he had on maggie meant he'd seen and done far more than she had. they'd lived very different lives of course, but she was naive in his eyes. she was cunning and clever, and she'd become a strong woman in the crime world, but apart from her unnatural beauty she was essentially a child. her continual marital spats with luca proved as much. of course, most of that he attributed to luca's lack of backbone and manliness, but all of those opinions he would keep to himself - until luca was around to hear them. connor was childish in his own way, in his relentless hunt of luca giovanni. deep down, he knew he went too close to the danger zone by chasing the younger man, but his irish spirit prevented him from being able to hold back. luca was a poison to a world that could be his, and he must be purged.
"entertainment is not my line of work," he retorted, smiling a smile which did not reach his green eyes. "i believe that is yours." he raised his eyebrows as he stood from the barstool simultaneously to maggie rising from her own seat. he leaned toward her before she could move away from him, "despite your hasty attempt to hide your true feelings, your rushed leap to quell any 'misunderstanding' about yours and luca's agreement before your marriage leads me to believe that this london person bothered you much more than you care to admit." he shrugged his shoulders and turned his back to her, taking a few steps toward the door, checking to see the rain still falling outside. pulling his gloves from his pockets, he turned partially to look at her once more.
"you may fancy yourself important in this world, but you will find yourself mistaken," he pointed out, pulling his gloves over his left and then right hands. flexing his fingers into the leather as he briefly admired the gloves, he continued, "if you ever desire to be more than a pawn on the giovanni chessboard, you know where to find me, i'm sure." he winked and turned his back on her even as he saw her move similarly, heading away from the bar. pausing without turning back to look at her, he raised his voice to speak. "oh, and if you'd like to know what london told me about your precious little luca-kins before she died, feel free to ask." reaching into the back of his jacket, he quickly whisked his gun from his belt and aimed quickly, shooting out a shelf of alcohol lining the back of the bar. he laughed to himself as he turned completely to take in maggie's reaction. yes, he was a bit childish at times.
"put it on my tab." with that, he turned and walked from the shop and into the dreary rain outside.
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