mafiaprince

[mafiaprince]

matchedfire​:

knowing the competition has always been a part of the job. gregory knew who angel’s father was and therefore, the rest of his family members. hell, he even threatened to kidnap the man once if his father didn’t cooperate. “do you really think i have my eyes on you because you have a tight body?” he pointed around to a couple of his dancers and servers. they ranged in appearance, but all of them were definitely attractive. then he moved back to rest his elbows on the bar, keeping his eyes on angel. his tongue wet both of his lips as he saw how the shirt rode up. “let’s get one thing straight here.” not that either of them were, clearly. gregory leaned over to his left, bringing his lips dangerously close to the man’s ear to whisper. “i’m not afraid of your father and i can be a much bigger threat. i can have my hand around your throat in seconds and no one here will bat a lash.” then he straightened himself back against the bar. “plus, you’re the one in enemy territory. what would your father say about you spending time here?”

“so you admit that you’ve noticed my body. have you been having impure thoughts about me too, sir?” it was the faux-innocence that really drove in the teasing. angel was naïve, for sure, with little idea of what he was getting himself into - but he was also a brat who lived to push other’s buttons. their bodies ghosting so close to one another had the size difference between them on display, the boy so petite in comparison to the hulking club owner. “if you aren’t afraid of my daddy, then why haven’t you tossed me out on my ass yet? or done worse? if any of your scumbag associates stepped foot in my father’s building, they wouldn’t be able to sit down long enough to order a cosmo.” it was either fearlessness or sheer stupidity that had led him to talk to the man in such a manner. living in the bubble of his father’s wealth had left him blissfully unaware of how dangerous the world around him was. “but continue to threaten to choke me. i’m shaking in my boots, really. i can’t imagine what your clientele would think if they saw a big man like you hurting a pretty lil’ thing like me”

[mafiaprince]

angel x gregory | thread #01 with @matchedfire​

“have you been enjoying the view?” as soon as angel had walked into the club, he had felt the man’s eyes on him. he had been warned by his father to never go near this place, that gregory was a dangerous man that was not to be messed with. unfortunately, the boy had a bit of a rebellious streak to him - and it hadn’t been difficult to flirt with the bouncer enough that he was allowed inside. now he sat at the barstool, sipping from the fruity drink his fake ID had gotten him. his bottom lip hung off of the rim of the glass in a perfect pout before he was setting it down in front of him, turning to face the older man. “you know, my dad would kill you if he knew that you couldn’t take your eyes off of his son...” stretching out a bit in his chair, his shirt rode up to reveal his lithe waist, before falling back down and stealing his body from view once again. “doesn’t that scare you?”