#gangster nessian au

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“If you’re here about tonight,” Cassian said, trying not to notice what—if anything—she had anything on beneath the slinky robe she wore. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about what, exactly?”

“I just mean that you don’t owe me. I would have gone after your sisters even if Rhys hadn’t given the order.”

“This isn’t about settling a debt. My sisters wouldn’t have even been in danger if your boss wasn’t such a sciocco, so we owe you nothing.”

“If that’s true, then why are you here?”

Nesta’s answering smile was lovely but edged.

“If you don’t know, then perhaps I came to the wrong man. I doubt your friend Azriel would require any explanation.”

Cassian could hear his heart practically beating in his ears.

“You’re not his type,” he bit out.

“Sei un pessimo bugiardo,” she replied calmly, an edged grin curling at the corner of her mouth.

She was right; he was a liar, because she was every man’s type. Especially Azriel’s.

Cassian didn’t want to think about what Az would have done if she’d gone to his door instead.

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“I’m sorry, you know. About your father.”

Nesta froze in her retreat, spine going rigid.

“Why? He was a bad man.”

“So was mine. Doesn’t mean I don’t still miss him from time to time.”

Nesta’s eyes flashed.

“Awfully sentimental for a murderer.”

“I’m not a murderer.”

“Tell that to the man your dog killed at the club.”

At this her eyes went to Cassian.

“His name was Genesio. I’ve known him all my life.”

Cassian quickly waged and lost the campaign against his own rising temper.

“He tried to strangle you!”

“He was following orders, the same way you do. How are you any better than him?”

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“Does that include your associate with the ninkyō dantai?”

“Az isn’t Y—”

Realizing his mistake Cassian snapped his mouth shut, but Nesta’s growing smile told him he’d already said too much.

“Your friend may not be Yakuza,” she said. “but someone close to him must have been.”

“And what makes you say that?”

Her smile grew.

“No one makes knives like the gokudō, and the one he carries is particularly lovely.”

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Hey! I read your Nessian fic sometime ago about mobs I think, and I was wondering if that was just a one shot, or if you ever planned to continue it? I couldn’t find it on your masterlist

Yes, it’s called Omertà and it’s going to be a multi-chapter work that will also feature Elriel (and possibly some Feysand if I’m feeling up to it)

I was too lazy to add it to my masterlist, but I will try and get that done soon!

If you haven’t read it yet but you like the idea of Nesta and Cassian as rival mobsters, you can check out chapter one of Omertà here!

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“I had one rule, Cassian. Don’t. Get. Involved. And what do you do? Kick off a fucking Calabrian turf war! What in God’s name possessed you?”

“They were gonna kill her.”

Rhys bared his teeth.

“So? That just would have been one less Italian for us to tangle with.”

“Since when are you so heartless?”

“Since when are you so soft? She’s 'Ndrangheta, not some dewy-eyed bimbo for you to moon after. She’s well-connected and dangerous.”

“Fine, the maybe we can make a deal with her. It could be lucrative—“

“We don’t make deals with the Calabrians,” Rhys snapped. “Not now, and not ever.”

“Since when is that a rule?”

“Since you brought a fox into my fucking henhouse!”