#ref: teague musings

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Devrim was listening but definitely not respectfully. He snorted at the nickname and leaned back laughing at the mention of a million dollars. "Let's keep this really simple, tatlım. What clown ass backwoods wannabe playboy do you work for?" He held up a hand to shush her before she could be cute about it. "And before you make up some bullshit ass excuse as to why you can't throw your pathetic excuse of a crime lord for a boss under the bus. Know that the man you just tried to fuck with is the kind of person that will have someone far below me mailing you home bit by bit for as long as you have ancestors. A million, that's twenty-five bricks. The guy shits on a gold toilet worth six mil. He could've bought five gold toilets and still had money left over for fucking gold sinks with last night's shipment. In fact, the fact that you think you can get to his doorstep alive is proof enough that you have no idea who you're fucking with. So, a name or your life. Choose."

                it’s never easy watching money slip away from you. she should have accounted for a lackey who’d sacrifice themselves for their superiors, considering she’s one herself. that’s what has her here, ultimately failing the job she was given by her capitan - for now.  “you just cost me a lot of money, cariño, an easy mil just driving off into the fuckin’ sunset. so how ‘bout you give me a reason not to gut you with your own knife and drop you on his doorstep with the morning paper.”

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Open to: Females (mun/muse/fc must be 21+) Plot: After a chance encounter with a wealthy stranger, your muse receives a gift and is propositioned to be his pet/sugar baby. One way or another, he always gets what he wants. Muse: Tarquin "Quin" Teague, 46, Kingpin/Head of the Cross Syndicate crime ring. This muse is a genuine picky asshole into shibari, lo-fi, and using people

After a chance meeting, Teague had one of his men send an NDA and a little gift to the young woman with no explanation of how he knew where to find her or how he could have guessed every physical detail about her. When the kingpin wanted something, he took it. The large black velvet box with its crimson red silk bow contained an elegant black Chanel dress, Louboutin pumps, an Hermès clutch, and Cartier necklace to his taste. The card accompanying everything only gave her a date, time, and address.

He sat alone in the upscale restaurant that should have been bustling with all of its reservations, now cancelled and paid off at his request. If there was one thing he’d learned, everyone had secrets and he knew how to use them. The man had taken a liking to the pretty new face and curiosity had gotten the best of him. If he was going to take on a new pet he wanted to see how she responded to doting and the order of his habits. His gaze sat on the door as he drank a glass of whiskey, only ever looking down to tap the ash off of his cigar, never to check the time. When the door opened something almost like a smile drew across his lips as he waited to see if she showed up on time dressed up as he’d liked. Standing as she approached, a waiter pulled out the chair next to him for her and he leaned in and pressed his lips to her cheekbone, “A vision, once more. How are you this evening, love?”

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💭, 🏠, ☁️ - TK

From this meme

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