#yeah okay gang problem id bet money

[wainswright]

The trial of Socrates took place over a nine-to-ten hour period in the People's Court, located in the agora, the civic center of Athens. The jury consisted of 500 male citizens over the age of thirty, chosen by lot from among volunteers. Athens used very large numbers of jurors, from 500 to as many as 1501, in part as a protection against bribes: who could afford to bribe 500 people? All jurors were required to swear by the gods of Zeus, Apollo, and Demeter the Heliastic Oath:

"I will cast my vote in consonance with the laws and decrees passed by the Assembly and by the Council, but, if there is no law, in consonance with my sense of what is most just, without favor or enmity. I will vote only on the matters raised in the charge, and I will listen impartially to the accusers and defenders alike."

Most of the jurors were probably farmers, as that was the principal occupation of the day. For their jury service they received payment of three obols. The jurors sat on wooden benches separated from spectators by some sort of barrier or railing. Given Socrates's fame and the notoriousness of the charge against him, the crowd of spectators was most likely large--including, of course, the most famous pupil of Socrates, Plato.

The trial began in the morning with the reading of the formal charges against Socrates by a herald. Few, if any, formal rules of evidence existed. The prosecution presented its case first. Meletus, Anytus, and Lycon had three hours, measured by a waterclock, to make their argument for a finding of guilt. Each accuser spoke from an elevated stage. No record of the prosecution's argument against Socrates survives.

Following the prosecution's case, Socrates had three hours to answer the charges. Although many written versions of the defense--or apology--of Socrates at one time circulated, only two have survived: one by Plato and another by Xenophon.

Following the arguments, the herald of the court called on the jurors to consider their decision. In Athens, jurors did not retire to a juryroom to deliberate--they made their decisions without discussion among themselves, based in large part on their own interpretations of the law. The 500 jurors voted on his guilt or innocence by dropping bronze ballot disks of the sort pictured above into marked urns. Only a majority vote was necessary for conviction. Four jurors were assigned the task of counting votes. In the case of Socrates, the jury found Socrates guilty on a relatively close vote of 280 to 220. (Interestingly, if less than 100 jurors voted for guilt, the accusers had to pay a fine to cover trial costs.)

If a defendant is convicted, the trial enters a second phase to set punishment. The prosecution and the defendant each propose a punishment and the jury chooses between the two punishment options presented to it. The range of possible punishments included death, imprisonment, loss of civil rights (i.e., the right to vote, the right to serve as a juror, the right to speak in the Assembly), exile, and fines. In the trial of Socrates, the principal accusers proposed the punishment of death. Socrates, if Plato's account is to be believed, proposed first the punishment--or, rather, the non-punishment--of free meals in the center of the city, then later the extremely modest fine of one mina of silver. Apparently finding Socrates' proposed punishment insultingly light, the jury voted for the prosecution's proposal of death by a larger margin than for conviction, 360 to 140.

The execution of Socrates was accomplished through the drinking of a cup of poison hemlock.

http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/socrates/greekcrimpro.html#:~:text=Only%20a%20majority%20vote%20was,fine%20to%20cover%20trial%20costs.)

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Checking later: “by what i think is just if no law exists” imply prosecution introduces the law, then the charge, then the facts, then the argument.

This implies defense only has ONE opportunity to rebut all of that. I’m guessing theres court procedure to settle question of law before trial, no discovery process, no witnesses, evidence like a circus sideshow and entertainment if opinions are published in town square.

The first vote is to decide the question of law, which I suppose is very vague if juries dont come back with their own chaotic decision. (a two option vote?? criminal trial emphasis even though it is called civil law? am i getting these mixed up or did athens?)

The second vote is punishment.

so: the first vote is actually “do you think this guy should get punished.”

and the system was so prone over the top comical brutality (just by how it looks set up) it was common for people to go “ope the 500 man jury went sideways lets rescue this little fella,” (i think) but socrates stubbornly took his death sentence despite everything.

also how come performance isnt an option for punishment. that doesn’t seem plausible.

[todorokiaimee]

Dopamine Chapter 5

Previous Chapter

“Hey, Sero! Thanks for hosting tonight,” Kirishima said as he pulled an ice-cold beer out of the fridge. “It’s been a long time since we had a guys night.”

Sero nodded as he looked over the Uno cards in his hand. “No problem dude. I’m always happy to pull you away from your old ball and chain.”

“Well, Marina and I are still a while off from the wedding.” Kirishima chuckled as he rejoined the game, the guys all gathered around Sero’s kitchen table.

 “Fuck, don’t get him talking about Fish Sticks,” Bakugou grumbled.  “He’ll never shut up.” Kirishima’s fiancé Marina had always rubbed Bakugou the wrong way but even he couldn’t deny the fact that they were made for each other. That fact aside, he still refused to call her by name. 

 “Speaking of little ladies…” The redhead smirked, before playing his card down on the pile. “Bakugou! Would you be so kind as to give us an update on your mystery woman?”

It had been a few days since Bakugou and Jada’s date.  The blonde couldn’t deny the chemistry between them, but he was resigned to keep things casual for now. Love and hero work just didn’t mix. It’s only a distraction and gives your enemies something to use against you. Even so, he couldn’t get the dark-skinned beauty out of his mind ever since he first laid his eyes on her.

“Mystery woman?” Kaminari questioned as he played a draw 2 card. “The one he ditched us for on Mina’s birthday?”

“The one and the same,” Kirishima smirked, turning toward his friend. “Spill dude.” 

Bakugou scoffed, playing his turn. “I don’t kiss and tell boys.”

 “Boo you whore!” Kaminari laughed. 

“We need to know more about the chick that effectively pulled you out of the booty call business.” Sero pushed as he took a drink of his beer.

 I’m pretty sure I’m her booty call. But not for long. “I don’t owe you guys shit.”

“Can we get a name a least?”

“It’s Jada!” Kirishima confessed with a toothy grin.

 “Jada!” Kaminari cooed. “First name basis already?! Things are getting serious!”

Bakugou only shrugged, drinking his beer. “She’s American so... not really.”

 “Oh American!” Sero quirked a brow, laying down his card. “Taking a page out of Todoroki’s book, huh?” He smirked, sure he’d get a rise out his friend.

“I’m nothing like fucking Half n Half!” The ash-blonde barked.

“You don’t know what you’re missing with these American girls, Sero.” Kirishima smiled, laying down a wild card.  “They’re so bold. Jada certainly isn’t letting Bakugou off easy. Oh, and I pick Blue.” 

“Ooof I love it when they play hard to get,” The electric hero groaned, biting his lip. “Only makes me want them more.”

“We know.” The rest of the gang deadpanned. 

Sero shook his head as Kaminari played a reverse card. “You went after Jiro for a solid 3 years before you got wise.”

“Oh, Jiro…,” Denki sighed lovingly. “The one that got away. I really thought we had an unspoken thing.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes with a grunt. “She was fucking gay you twat!” 

“Well, I know that now! Also, can we talk about how hot she and YaoMomo are together? I mean damn.”

 “I thought we were grilling Bakugou?” Kirishima interjected, playing a draw 4 card.

“Yeah,” Sero agreed, picking up his cards before playing his turn. “You’re not off the hook yet. Tell us!” 

“Fuckin weirdos.” Bakugou hummed, leaning back in his chair. He never liked to talk about his exploits but he took pity on the guys. He was the only one of them actually dating besides Kirishima and his almost married stories were just a mushy love fest. “You know I only like the best so…” He smirked, looking around the room as his friends waited in anticipation. “She has this crazy body… like stacked. Legs for days. Piercings. Green eyes and smooth dark skin…” 

“American and Black?” Kaminiari interrupted. “I sense a pattern here.” Sero shushed him, urging Bakugou to continue.

“She’s smart too. She fixed my gauntlet with just tools in her purse,” He chuckled, remembering her tinkering on his gauntlet with ease. “She’s unpredictable. Whenever I think she’s gonna go right, she goes left. It drives me fucking crazy but there’s something about her.” He paused, stroking the stubble of his beard as he mumbled. “She’s just different.” 

The room fell silent as they looked at their explosive friend in awe until Kirishima finally said what they all were thinking. “Dude. You’re gushing. Like actually gushing about a girl.” He paused as a huge grin pulled at his lips. “You’re catching feelings!”

“The fuck I am!”

“Yes, you are! Ask me how I know.”

“I swear to God if you bring up Marina again I will--”

“You just called her Marina!” Kirishima laughed as his friend let loose a small explosion in his hardened face. 

“Don’t be shy, dude,” Sero teased.  “It’s about time actually. We were getting worried about you.”

“Shut up!” Bakugou grumbled. “Let’s get back to the game.”

“Okay, let’s hurry this up because I’m ready to move onto phase two of the night,” Kaminari said as he played another reverse card. 

“What’s phase two?” The redhead asked as he played a reverse card back to Kaminari.

“It’s a surprise!”

“I’m probably gonna hate it but fine.” Bakugou huffed.

“Uno!” The electric hero cheered as he played yet another reverse card.

“Fuck!” Bakugou yelled as he looked over to his guilty-looking redheaded friend. “Shitty hair if you play another reverse I’m going to reverse your existence.”

“I’m sorry! That’s all I can play!” He grimaced as he laid down the card.

“And a wild card for the win!” Kaminari boasted, laying down his last card. “Fork it over bitches!”

The men all groaned as they took out their wallets, each tossing 10k yen onto the table. “Why were we playing and betting on fucking Uno anyway?” Bakugou mumbled.

“Because Denki doesn’t know how to play poker.” Sero huffed.

Kirishima chuckled. “Well, it worked out fine for him I guess…”

“Okay, it’s time for phase two!” Kaminari said as he pocketed the money. “We’re going to the strip club! I’m gonna take your money and make it rain!“

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Filing out of the uberX, the boys made their way to a seemingly everyday luxury building, Denki talking over his shoulder, “Guys you are going to love this place. It’s called The Secret Garden. Super classy and discrete.”

Sero laughed as he pulled out his ID, walking up to the bouncer at the door. “Dude all I need to know is are the girls hot?”

“Well duh.” The electric hero chuckled. “My girl Tiffany can throw it back.”

 “I should probably call Marina and tell her the change of plans,” Kirishima mumbled apologetically as he took out his cell phone.

“Heh. Pussy.” Bakugou jeered as his friend stepped away to call his fiancé. 

It was then that Kaminari looked amongst his friends as they all took turns showing their IDs. “Everybody’s got cash money, right? The ladies do not take cards. I found that out the hard way.” With an affirmation from the rest of the crew, Kirishima returned to the group, pocketing his cell phone. 

“What did Fish Sticks say?” Bakugou asked the redhead with a smug smirk. “Do you have to go crawling back home with your dick between your legs?”

“She’s cool,” he shrugged. “She said I could browse the menu as long as I don’t order anything.” 

“No lap dances for you then.” Sero laughed.

 “That’s cool,” Denki said with a bright smile, leading everyone inside. “The main stage is where the best girls dance anyway.”

As the men made their way up to the mainstage of the club, Bakugou took a moment to gauge his surroundings. There was mellow house music pumping through the speakers has men and even a few women sat around in comfy chairs as gorgeous scantily clad women danced sensually on top of them or just talked with them seemingly enjoying their company. Strip clubs always made Bakugou vaguely uncomfortable but he couldn’t put his finger on just why. Maybe it was just the very public nature of traditionally intimate activities. It didn’t matter anyway, there was no way he was going to be seen as the prude of the group. 

The group of friends all sat down around the edge of the main stage, each pulling out a healthy wad of cash to prepare for their first dance. Denki however, took it a step further as per usual. The hero pulled out a money gun, eagerly loading it up with his Uno winnings from earlier that night. As the others rolled their eyes at their eccentric friend, a petite pink-haired woman dressed in a frilly lace baby doll set walked up to the man with a sweet smile. “Mr. Kaminari welcome back! It’s been so long since you last came to play with us.” Sakura cooed as she batted her lashes. 

“Princess! Good to see you! I’m sorry it’s been a while. Duty calls.” Denki smirked as he flexed his biceps, not so subtly. “Tiffany should be performing on the main stage tonight, right?”

“Umm, how many times have you been here?” Kirishima whispered to his electric friend.

“Sorry hun,” Sakura apologized. “She called in sick tonight. But my girl Nubia is about to go on. She always puts on an amazing show.” 

“Nubia, huh?” Denki hummed as he scratched his chin. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of watching her dance. This should be fun!”

Bakugou sighed as he stood up from his seat. “I’m gonna go get a beer.” The man made his way back to the bar, the bartender taking his order as the lights on the mainstage went out, a woman crossing the floor. He hummed as he paid for his drink taking a sip as the MC’s voice rang through the speakers.

“Welcome back to the main stage our exotic beauty and tonight your faithful assistant, Nubia!”

As the lights lifted, Bakugou watched from the bar as the dancer stood on stage, her back to the audience. Dressed in tight office attire, she tossed random papers into the air as James Brown’s “It’s a Man’s World” played throughout the club. (https://youtu.be/ilMV5tu9bcQ)

And then she turned around. 

No. Fucking. Way. The explosive hero nearly choked on his beer as he stared. He knew those dark locs and green eyes anywhere. The woman on stage was in fact, Jada Jackson. 

He continued to watch from afar as she twirled around the pole to the music, slowly peeling off articles of clothing until she was left in a silver bra and thong set. He clenched his fists as he seethed watching her long legs wave in the air, her curves on full display. This can’t be happening. Bakugou willed himself to stay calm as his friends cheered her on, cursing under his breath as she finally rid herself of her metallic bra, leaving her chest bare to the world. It was then that Jada crawled across the stage floor, right up to his friends staring in awe. 

Jada smirked as she went up to the blonde who had been very enthusiastic, shooting yen bills onto the stage with his money gun. Kaminari practically drooled as his eyes flicked from her full breasts to her green eyes and back again, “Good God, where have you been all my life?”

“Waiting for you, sweetheart,” Jada breathed as she moved her body seductively, her eyes flicking to the large wad of cash in his hand. “Is that for me?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Then slide it in, baby.” She smirked as she stretched out the band of her thong. Denki eagerly slipped the stack of bills into the band as she let out a lewd moan followed by a delighted giggle. “I love a nice thick one.” 

Denki gulped, exploring all the possibilities in his mind. “Let me take you away from all this…” 

Next, Jada turned her gaze to Sero, a nervous smile plastered across his face. “Look at that smile. Aren’t you a cutie.”

“T-thank you, ma’am.” He stuttered as he put his cash tip into her thong band as well.

“So polite. Thank you, sir.” Jada gave him a wink before crawling over to her next target, Kirishima. She giggled to herself as she knelt on her knees before him, his eyes refusing to look anywhere below her neck. “Someone looks a little shy.”

“Heh yeah… maybe a bit.” He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck timidly. 

“Relax, honey. I don’t bite.” She purred as Kirishima laughed, showing off his pointy pearly whites. “Oh. But maybe you do.” Jada breathed as she came up with an idea. “I think I’d like these chompers right… here.” Just then, the ravenette grabbed his head, pulling his face into her large breasts, giving them a shimmy for added effect. 

THE FUCK?! Bakugou couldn’t believe his eyes. He silently seethed as he chugged his beer. Here was his girl, the woman he had invested so much time and energy on, and his friends are ogling her freely. His palms popped and sparked as he crushed his beer can in his fist as Jada finished her dance, collecting her clothes and tips before disappearing into the back. The hero stomped back up to the stage with his eyes filled with rage, Denki taking notice of his friend.

“Dude! You missed the whole dance! I think I just met my future wife.”

“Shut the fuck up Kaminari.” Bakugou practically spat, as he walked up to another dancer. “Oi! The girl that was just on stage. When is she coming back out?”

The woman looked him up and down before giving the hero a playful smirk. “You want a dance, baby? I’d be happy to help you out.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He said dismissively. “When is Ja- Nubia coming back out?”

“I’ll go get her.”

The dancer turned on her heel with a sigh before walking backstage and into the dressing room. “Hey, Jada?” She looked around the small crowded area quickly finding the dark-skinned beauty amongst her fairer colleagues. 

“Yeah?” She asked as she fixed her makeup. 

“You got a request for a dance.”

“Really?” Jada mumbled, a smile pulling at her plump lips.  “Must be my lucky night. I got some great tippers stageside tonight. Was it the skinny blonde one with the black streak in his hair?”

“No it was a blonde but he had a spikey undercut… super buff too.” The dancer hummed as she played with her hair. “Nasty attitude though so I would be careful. Should I tell Tanaka to keep an eye on him?”

“NO!” Jada yelled before quickly recovering, “Um I mean, I got it. I’ll be right out, just let me change into a new set.”

After quickly changing into a new navy bra and pantie set, Jada nervously made her way back onto the club floor, praying to whoever would listen. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him. She held her breath as she looked around the room, a pair of ruby red eyes locking with hers instantly. Fuck it is him. Her heart dropped into her stomach as the ash-blonde walked up to her, practically steaming. “Hi handsome, you want a dance?”

“You’re just gonna act like everything’s fine? Really?” Bakugou fumed. “Were you ever gonna tell me?!”

“Okay! Sounds like you want a private dance! Follow me to the champagne room, sir.”

With a flip of her long dark locs, Jada led Bakugou out across the floor, his friends quickly taking notice. He ignored their cheers for what they thought would be a seductive dance at his request. Instead, their hoots and hollers only fueled his rage even more. Once inside the ultra-private champagne room, Jada was the first one to speak. “I can explain.”

“This should be rich, Dimples.”

 “This is only temporary.”

 “Temporary?” He scoffed as he crossed his muscular arms.

“Yes!” Even she knew she didn’t sound very convincing. 

Bakugou laughed, rolling his eyes. “I swear to God if you tell me you’re only doing this to pay for law school or some bullshit like that--”

“I’m doing this to pay for a number of things that I’m not at liberty to discuss with you. And frankly, I don’t owe you shit!”

 “Well, you’re so full of shit that you must have plenty to go around!”

Jada bit her lip as she let out a deep sigh. She really didn’t think she was going to have this conversation with him this soon if ever. “Look, I have to make a living, same as everybody else. When YOU go to the strip club someone has to dance for you. So obviously you were okay with that arrangement as long as your girl wasn’t on stage.”

“I didn’t want to fucking come! The point is you fucking lied to me!”

“I never lied to you.”

 “You didn’t tell me the whole truth!”

“You didn’t ask the right questions.”

 Bakugou groaned as he raked his hand through his hair, exasperated. “Fuck! I can’t believe you actually had me bragging to my boys about you. Me! Bakugou fucking Katsuki gushing over a woman.” The hero was so furious he was shaking. In fact, he was more than furious, he was embarrassed. “I sang your praises to my friends only for you to turn around and take your clothes off for them!” He laughed as he shook his head in disgust. “Oh, and you let my best friend motorboat you too. Can’t forget that.”

 The ravenette paused, taking a step back, turning her eyes away from his burning gaze. “I’m not going to apologize for doing my job. You and friends came here to be entertained and I delivered.”

 “I’m a Pro Hero for fucks sake!” Bakugou yelled, throwing his hands into the air. “I can’t date a stripper. Not knowing any extra off the street with a yen can see your goods.”

Jada paused, unsure of what to say. She wasn’t surprised by his reaction, but she didn’t expect the bite of his words to cut her so deep. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew you were a bad idea. “Well, let me rid you of that problem. You won’t be seeing me anymore.” She said coldly before holding her hand out to him. “That’s 55,000 yen for the dance.”

“What?!” He barked in confusion.

“The champagne room is super private and luxurious. No cameras so as to not hurt your precious image.” She hissed as her nose began to tingle. “It costs more and my boss is expecting a cut.” Don’t you fucking do it, Jada. You will not cry in front of him. “I know you’re good for it so let’s not drag this out.”

The blonde scoffed, digging into this pants pocket to pull out his wallet. “I can’t believe I have to pay for a fucking fight,” he mumbled, taking out a wad of cash.  “You didn’t even dance…”

“Yeah but like you said…” Jada said as she snatched the money from his hand. “Your boys enjoyed the show, didn’t they?”

To stop himself from completely losing his cool, Bakugou pushed past the woman and stomped back out onto the club floor. He sulked up to his group of friends, now watching a new dancer on stage. Kirishima was the first one to spot him, immediately noticing his abnormally hostile energy and his overly red face. 

“Whoa! Where’s the fire, bro?”

“We’re leaving!” Bakugou bellowed, walking over to the door.

“Dude, what happened?” Sero asked as they all got up from their seats before following Bakugou out of the building. “Did you not like your dance? She was hot.”

“Did you like it a little too much?” Denki chuckled as he gave the ash-blonde a slap on the back. “Cuz I mean I wouldn’t blame ya. That’s a meal I’d eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“SHUT UP!” Bakugou yelled, punching his well-meaning friend in the face, his frustrations finally getting the better of him. Stumbling backward, Kaminari held his nose in his hands as he groaned in pain.

“Katsuki! What the fuck dude?!” Kirishima shouted as he steadied the electric hero. “What’s the matter with you?”

“That was her!” Bakugou boomed as he paced the sidewalk.

“Who?”

“Jada!”

The men all stared at Bakugou blankly, not understand who he meant. 

“The stripper…” he explained through gritted teeth. “Nubia. It’s fucking Jada!”

The group of friends all looked at each other in confusion until the reality of the situation finally clicked into place, all of them shouting at once, “FUCK!”

Meanwhile, inside the club, Jada left the champagne room with her head hung low as she silently counted the wad of cash from her almost beau. Eizan was right… I was stupid for even trying. With a sigh, she sauntered backstage to the dressing room, plopping down in her makeup chair. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice her best friend pull up a seat next to her. 

“Wow, girl look at that fat wad! What did you have to do to get that?” Sakura asked cheerfully.

“Nothing…” Jada breathed, putting the cash away for safekeeping.

“Sweetheart, why do you look so upset? What happened? Did that guy do something to you?” The pink-haired woman quickly looked her friend over for any marks or bruises, her concern growing.

“No, I'm fine.” Jada insisted as she touched up her makeup, taking special care that her eyeliner and mascara were still intact. “I just got a reality check is all.” 

Chapter 6 | Masterlist

[queenoftrashgoddessofchaos-blog]

MONSTA X MAFIA AU

History: Founded by Shownu and Wonho in the year 20xx, the Montella Family is a mafia organization in Seoul. They had been under the Stellanave family for a long time until the boss and underboss had a dispute that resulted in the division of the family which caused the family to fall apart. The Montella family chose not to side to anyone claiming that they do not serve any boss but instead they served the family. Those who shared their views joined the family and became an independent family. Their dealings range from smuggling to assassination. They have a few alliances in other families in Seoul like Banlidiche family, Seveno family, and Gotillon family. There are seven original members of this family that operated on their own while they were still getting started until their family grew.

Rules: 1. Do not kill unless it is absolutely necessary 2. Do not disclose information about the family to anyone outside of it 3. No one shall start any disputes amongst the members 4. All the operations must go through the boss or the underboss first 5. Should any member break any of the rules, they shall be given appropriate punishments

Members:

SHOWNU

As one of the founder, Shownu became the boss by default. He is in charge of all the decision makings in the family. He comes off as a quiet boss but everyone in the family knows better than to disobey him. He does not show or demonstrate his authority causing the other six to be so relaxed around him and makes the rest of the family sometimes wonder if he really is the boss. But the original members make sure that everybody knows Shownu holds all the authority.

Shownu sits on a couch inside his office. In front of him is a glass table full of papers waiting to be read and go through. He massages his temples and takes a sip of his coffee. He picks up one document and reads it. It is a proposal for a whore house in the third district. He raises his left eyebrow upon reading it.

Who in the world sent this? Everybody knows I don’t do human trafficking.

He reaches for his phone and is about to call for his underboss when the door suddenly opens.

“Oh Wonho, I was just about to call you.”

Wonho looks at him, confused.

He raises the document and shakes it lightly.

“Do you know who sent this? It’s a proposal for a whore house. We don’t do this kind of business.”

“Really? Probably one of those assholes from Gendena. I heard they’re sending those kinds of proposals all over. You’re not obliged to reply to them though. Someone probably did already.”

“Oh is that so? Well, that’s all,” Shownu dismissively says.

“I actually came here to tell you something.”

Shownu just looks at him, a signal for Wonho to continue.

“I’m afraid we have a problem. The Banlidiche family seems like they have a traitor. All the documents about our joint gambling house in the second district is gone.”

“That really is a problem. Do they have an idea on who is this traitor is.”

“Not at all.”

“That’s a bigger problem.”

“What do we do now?”

Shownu thinks for a moment until he suddenly gets an idea.

“Well, we have someone who could sniff out clues.”

Wonho smiles.

“Of course of course. How could I forget? I’ll go talk to him.”

Wonho is out of the door before Shownu could reply, but not even a minute later he peaks in the doorway.

“He hates the term sniff out, by the way. It sounds like he’s a dog.”

Shownu laughs.

WONHO

Co-founder of the family. He gave the role of the boss to Shownu because he believes he can’t handle that much power and responsibility, but he was willing to assist Shownu thus he became an underboss. He is the one who puts all of Shownu’s decisions into actions. He controls all their dealings, business, and operations. He is often teased by the original members except for Shownu but they also love and respect him as much as Shownu.

Wonho gets out of Shownu’s office and goes down the stairs. He goes straight to the kitchen to find who he’s looking for but is surprised when he does not find him there. He reaches for his phone to call him but completely forgot it when he saw the text message he received.

Eyey, heard Banlidiche’s got a snake and this one is sliii-ck. Second district already lost a million. Whatchu. whatchu gonna do?~

“Damn it,” he mutters in frustration and dials the sender’s number.

“Hello hello baby, you called I can’t hear a thing,” a voice from the other line answers.

“Min. This is no time to be joking around.”

“I really can’t hear anything. The house is so noisy. Lemme go outside first”

“Says the one who seemed like he swallowed a speaker.”

“I’m outside now. And I heard that but I won’t get mad because there are other things to worry about.”

“What was that text all about Min?”

“Exactly as I put it. This house already lost a million.”

“Would you care to elaborate?”

“Well, some group waltz in and they suddenly beat all the bets and took our money.”

“Are they still there?”

“Yup, they’re still taking some more.”

“Shit. Keep an eye on them. I’ll send in our boys now.”

“Wait. I don’t think the snake is here. You wouldn’t think that snake would go here immediately after his snakery right?”

“Snakery? Is that even a word?”

“Right?” Minhyuk emphasizes the word.

“Right,” Wonho concededly replies.

“Right,” Minhyuk repeats. “So I think the people here are his accomplices somehow. But we don’t want to act yet because they’ll know it’s trouble when we walk in~ and might blow our chances.”

“You’re right. But keep an eye for them anyway.”

“‘Kay. Say hi to daddy Shownu for me. His baby misses him.”

“Too much information Minhyuk. Why don’t you tell him that yourself.”

“Because I want him to miss me too.”

Wonho rolls his eyes.

“Whatever Minhyuk. Just do your job.”

MIHYUK

Minhyuk’s hair might not be big but he knows everything about everyone. He likes to get random jobs everywhere to get information about anything even if it doesn’t concern their family. But he believes that any information is relevant. His way of getting information is a bit odd for others but he enjoys it because he gets to experiences different jobs and encounters different people. He also thinks that his way is unsuspicious and that no one would suspect him as a member of a mafia. People often take him as another gossiper but tend to trust him so easily because of his angelic face. He loves his members a lot though he loves Shownu a little bit more. 

Minhyuk puts his phone down and places it inside his pocket. He heads for the gambling table where their target is playing poker. He observes them for a moment and notices that the player’s card seemed a little thicker than the normal cards.

Double huh.

He moves from the opponent’s side to the target’s and slowly approaches one of his companions, a woman wearing a knee length red dress.

“I was wondering what the crowd was all about and damn he’s good,” he starts. “Is he your husband? You must be getting luxuries.”

The woman looks at their suspiciously but then he smiles and he sees the woman soften.

“Oh no no. I’m just his glorified secretary.”

“Why glorified?”

“I’m just another of one of his side girls. Capos like him get all the girls in the district since the bosses and under bosses are too busy making money.”

Bingo. But he still gotta play it cool.

He pretends to look confused and the woman laughs.

“Ah sorry. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh okay. But he’s not your husband?”

“No.”

He stays for a few moments as not to seems suspicious, he makes comments every now and then to see if the woman can give any more information but when he feels like there isn’t anymore the woman can provide, he excuses himself telling her that he must get back to his cleaning job.

He decides to head back to the headquarters when his phone rings. He groans in frustration when he sees the caller ID.

Looks like I won’t be getting in daddy’s arms anytime soon.

“What?” he answers.

“I heard what happened. Wonho told me to call you.”

“Yeah. Looks like one of Bandiliche’s capo built a little gang. You heading there?”

“Yup. Are you still in the house?”

“Uh huh. I suppose Wonho told you to tell me to not leave yet.”

“He indeed did.”

Minhyuk groans in frustration again.

“Calm down Minhyuk. You’ll see Shownu soon. We’ll make this quick okay?”

“Fine. But you’ll have to bake me cupcakes when you get home,” Minhyuk whines.

“Alright alright.”

“Yes! I love you Kihyunnie.”

KIHYUN

Kihyun was a former detective who quit his job after he found out about the corruption within his department. He joined the Montella family thinking that he might as well do it in the right place if he’s going to do dirty work. He is in charge of investigating issues within the family like unsupervised assassination, stolen money from their stash, and unusual activities in their business.

Kihyun sits on the passenger seat of their car, listening to some random song the driver put on while looking at the passing scenes outside the window.

“We’re here sir,” he hears the driver say.

Kihyun immediately got out of the car and entered the massive building the car stopped in front of. A guy in black welcomes him and leads him to an office. He sees a man lying on the couch with a book covering his face when he enters the office.

“You may go now,” the man says to the guy in black.

When the guy is out the door the man sits up and looks at Kihyun.

“I’m surprised you have time to laze around when we’re almost going bankrupt,” Kihyun says to the man.

“Bullshit. One gambling house won’t affect our profits. Both of our profits. Your underboss just likes overreacting,” the man replies.

“Fair point. But I’ll have you know that Wonho doesn’t like overreacting. He just wants to be safe than sorry. Unlike you, Yoongi,” Kihyun fires

“Well do I have to apologize for being laid back Kihyun?” Yoongi fires back.

“Now now, no need to be so aggressive. I only came here to do my job,” Kihyun says.

Yoongi just stares at him for a while before his stoic face breaks into a smile. Kihyun smiles back. Yoongi stands up from the couch and leads Kihyun outside.

“So, how’s it going on your side?” Kihyun asks.

“Seokjin is still working on the CCTVs but seems like this one’s very clever. Hoseok is also asking around.”

“Uh huh. You should really work on the supervision on your capos. They could strike any time.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at him.

“Right. So here’s the room that the document was stored,” He leads Kihyun in a room full of shelves. “And here’s the where the document was.” He points to a middle shelf.

Kihyun goes to the shelf and opens it. He sees that there is an evident blank space between the two documents. He looks around the room some more and sees a photocopying machine.

“You really shouldn’t store a photo copying machine inside a room full of confidential documents.”

“You think we don’t know that? That one’s already busted. Some idiot used it incorrectly and…”

Yoongi trailed off when he sees Kihyun looking at him with absolute horror.

“What?” Yoongi asks him.

“Yoongi why?” Kihyun says before rushing to the photocopying machine.

“Shit. Don’t tell me…”

“That idiot who busted this was no idiot. He stole another document and photo copied the gambling documents to cover it up.”

“Fuck!”

Kihyun suddenly started opening random shelves and going through documents.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asks

“Finding the original document for the gambling house. He should have placed it in whatever document he stole as a replacement.”

Yoongi nods before helping Kihyun to find the said documents. After a few minutes of scouring and rummaging. Yoongi suddenly cursed out loud.

“Shit!”

“Have you found it?”

“Yes, and it’s the documents for the imprisonment and release of the Raveeno family’s boss”

“Oh my god. Why would you keep a document for release?”

“Well, you never know when you’re gonna be needing them.”

Yoongi’s phone rang before Kihyun could say anything.

Kihyun watches as Yoongi’s facial expression morphed from worried to glee. He puts the phone down and smiles at Kihyun.

“We found the man,”

“Well I supposed our job here is done?”

“C'mon this is a whole family we’re dealing with. And don’t you want to create destruction together? Like old times? The world would love to see your Beauty and Beast and our Three Musketeers together again.”

Kihyun chuckles. “Go talk to Shownu then.”

HYUNGWON

Hyungwon is part of the assassination unit called “The Beauty and the Beast” His style of assassination is the quiet assassination wherein he charms his target and lures them to their doom. The family sends in Hyungwon for assassinations that is a one-person target.

Hyungwon enters the bar and scans the place for his target, the son and heir to a major conglomerate in Seoul. He sees him sitting on one of the stools on the counter. He makes his way to the counter and sits three stools away from his target. He motions for the bartender to get his drink serve while observing his target. Hyungwon picks up that he isn’t much of a heavy drinker and only chooses light drinks. He motions for the bartender again and tells him to make the strongest drink for his target. Once done, the bartender gives the drink to the heir. When he confusedly looks at the bartender, the bartender points to Hyungwon.

The conglomerate’s son looks at him and Hyungwon gives a smile before standing up and sitting directly beside him.

“You look like you could use some strong punch. You look a little down,” he starts.

He looks at Hyungwon, baffled, and speaks.

“I’m sorry. But I don’t swing that way.”

Hyungwon laughs.

“Really now. A guy offers you a drink and you think he’s trying to hit on you. That’s a little bit judgemental of you.”

The guy’s face turns red, clearly flustered by Hyungwon’s comment.

“I didn’t mean to give any offense. It’s just…”

“Just?”

“No. Nevermind. But I can’t drink this.”

“Awww… I thought you didn’t mean to give any offense. You’re giving one now. An offer being rejected is a sign of offense right?”

He looks at Hyungwon one more time and Hyungwon looks back at him, he moves a little closer to his target all the while looking at him in the eyes.

“Please?”

The heir pulls back from the proximity and finally drinks the drink Hyungwon offered him. Hyungwon smiles and engages him into a conversation, roping his target to drink more. Once Hyungwon was sure that the heir is completely drunk, he offers a ride back home to which his target unconciously agreed to. Hyungwon drives him to his apartment and fishes out the keys from his pockets. He carried the conglomerate’s son to his room and lays him in bed.

Well, don’t want to make this messy.

He pulls out a small bottle from pocket, uncaps the bottle, and pours the liquid in to his target’s mouth.

“Sweet dreams.”

On his way back to his own apartment, his phone starts to ring.

“What is it?” he asks the caller.

“Where are you?”

“On my way back to my place. Why?”

“The family needs their Beauty. We have some enemies to eliminate.”

“I literally just finished a job Wonho. I just want to sleep and rest forever.”

“This one’s isn’t a job. It’s a family obligation.”

Hyungwon sighs in resignation.

JOOHEON

“The Beast” in the Montella’s assassination unit. Unlike Hyungwon, Jooheon likes to go loud. Under The Beauty and The Beast is a group Jooheon formed called MonX. They are a group of trained assassins under Jooheon’s wing and assists Jooheon in his assissnations. The family assigns Jooheon and the MonX to do assassination that involves a lot of people like government parties or other families.

Jooheon and the MonX wait in front of the gambling house for Minhyuk’s signal. He was told that Minhyuk is to make everyone vacate the house except for the snake’s accomplices. Minhyuk would then give Jooheon the signal for his group to storm the place and put the snake’s accomplices in their right places.

Why is he taking so long?

Jooheon apparently spoke too soon because the moment he finished the thought the house’s doors suddenly opened and people are coming outside.

What the fuck?

“Do we go now, boss?” One of the MonX says.

“Wait,”

He sees Minhyuk coming out as well and heading towards them.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Minhyuk asks him when he gets to them.

“What are you doing? The way you’re vacating people is so obvious.”

“Heonie. Whatever way I vacate people will be obvious because the place will become empty as fuck and they will notice that they’re the only ones inside. There was really no way to be inconspicuous y'know.”

“What did you do then?”

“Led them to a private room. Told them that the "master player,” he quotes in the air, “wants to play with them.”

“And they believed you just like that?”

“I’m not a member of this family for nothing Heon.”

Jooheon smiles at him.

“You’re right.”

He looks at his group, “Let’s do this boys”

They storm the building and heads straight towards the private room and immediately began their onslaught. Jooheon realizes something after the room is all red.

“Damn. I forgot to leave one of them to ask where the snake is.”

“Don’t worry,” Minhyuk assures him. “Our baby will handle it.”

CHANGKYUN

Changkyun is the hacker of the group who is in charge of all things machine related, from fabricating a CCTV record to tracking down a person, he could do it just be sitting in front of his computer. He is the youngest in the family so the members spoil him to death.

Changkyun stares at his computer screen, watching red dots appear all over it. He enters a code on his keyboard and presses enter and the red dots begin to disappear one by one.

Now he just needs to wait.

He hears a knock on his door and stands up from his chair to open it. He is greeted by a smiling Kihyun holding up a lunchbox.

“Hyung,” he greets

“How is it going Kyunnie?”

“I managed to trace all the coordinates Jin-hyung sent me for all the CCTVs that registered the guy’s face. I’m just waiting for the coordinates of the CCTV the guy’s face recently registered to.”

“Huh. Those red dots are the CCTVs?”

“Yep.”

Kihyun looks at the huge screen then back at Changkyun.

“You must be hungry this has been a long day. Minhyuk just got back from the house with Jooheon and made me bake cupcakes. Now everyone is having a tea party down stairs.”

“I’d like to join but my job isn’t done.”

“I know that’s why I bought you some cupcakes and join you.”

“You’re the best hyung ever.”

“I know.”

The two of them silently sit in front of the computer screen and watch as the red dot disappear. Changkyun hurriedly swallowed his cupcake when the last dot disappeared, leaving only one. Kihyun practically run out the room, probably to call the other guys.

He enters a few more codes to his keyboard and clicks a few items on his screen and just like that, he’s done.

Six other guys entered the room moments after the manage to pinpoint the location.

“Where is it?” Shownu asks

“Fourth district, block seven, number 9,” he answers.

“Wonho,” he hears Shownu says. “Contact the Bandiliche family. Time to get those snakes taste our venoms.”

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Southside princess (part 4)

You woke the next morning by a call from tall boy saying go to fps, it was the day you had to do a job for the gang go and get drugs from a different leader. You got your stuff walking to the trailer inside they was talking about routes and meeting points you quietly sit down waiting. “you sure she can pull this off Jones” tall boys voice boomed across the trailer filled with doubt. Forsythe looked at you with a blank look waiting for you to answer. “only I can pull this off you know nearly all of you are all on the sheriff’s radar and will be stopped thanks to the blossoms” you say glaring at fp but talking to tall boy. You and Sweetpea were going to get the drugs the serpents couldn’t. You had driven for 4 hours before sweet pea told you that the dirty motel on the left was where you were meant meet with a member from an other gang, you pulled you thinking something was off it was dark and quiet A bald man with an ugly scar over his eye came over to your car Sp was about to tell you to wait but you were already out the car. Another 4 members came from the room, Sp came close to you looking at his baby face he looked scared. The 20-year-old brunette boy was shaking when a voice boomed over you. “since when did the serpents send kids to do their work” the leader asked looking at Sweets. “where here now does it really matter who makes the exchange, you got what we want we got your money”. You said sounding tough and in control. 

The man laughed stepping closer, you felt intimated but tensed up holding your body stance. “and what’s to stop me from just taking the money little girl”. Sweetpea gasped  visibly shaking, You paused wanting to get the words just right before you spoke looking the stranger dead in the eye “because if we have any problems here FP Jones and the rest of the serpents will slaughter your gang for trying to screw over y/n y/l/n” you looked him up and down stepping forward not knowing where this new found confidence came from “but you won’t be alive long enough to see that because my grandfather taught me how to fight, oh I bet you I could make a great pair of trophy earrings with your bollocks” you held a small switchblade and an evil smile. The leader looked you over and the at Sweetpea frowning at the boy who was now white as a ghost frozen with fear. “your Mitch’s granddaughter” you nod at him as he waves his boys away. “he was a great man my condolences you sound just like him” he bowed his head a little and shook your hand. You see another man bring out two duffel bags. One filled with 30 ounces of cannabis the other 20 ounces of cocaine and 1000 tablets. As sweetpea cheeked the bags the leader told you his name was Winston and he used to roll with your grandfather back in the day and was the one who took him to the hospital when your father was born. You handed over the money to the Winston he patted your shoulder hard “y/n you will make a great leader just like Mitch” you thank him, for the compliment hoping your grandfather was proud of the way you handled the situation. 

You and Sweets get in the car heading back to Riverdale. The way back you and Sweetpea joked about how scared he was when the others came out. “good job you said what you did, and can handle yourself, how did you learn your grandad” he asked you chuckled “I was a bit scared too and yeah him, my dad, even fp taught me if someone things. If they have the upper hand then break it so it’s what I did. Also, I saw one of his tattoos it’s the same as my grandfather’s they must have known each other” you smile to Sp. Everything was going smoothly until you saw the police at the border of Riverdale searching cars. 

Taking a jacket out if your bag you throw it to Sp “where this it’s a letterman jacket from Sunnydale high your a student there”. He looked confused as you wide-eyed him, Sweets using his knees to drive put it on as you hid the bags under the chair. you smile as you see sheriff Keller flash you to stop “let me talk” you say as the sheriff signals him to roll down the window. “hello sheriff what’s wrong” you asked stepping out the car. “y/n” the voice coming from behind the sheriff, it was Kevin his son. “hey kev what’s going on” you say looking at the police searching the car in front of yours. You talk to Kevin as Sp shows his license (lucky for you both it was legit. “who is he and why are you here” Kevin asks annoyed you didn’t tell him you was seeing someone, answering loud so his dad can hear you “I was on a date with Sp I met from Sunnydale he’s driving me home but I need to get back so Sp can get home too” the sheriff's hands back the id to Sp “you have to give me all the gossip in school” Kevin shouts giddy. You agree holding Sweets hand leading him back the car trying to look convincing. “sheriff do you have to search our car you know me and you’ll be here for ages for no reason” you ask sweetly. He agrees and you and Sp get back in the car giving Kevin a wave as you passed the car that was originally packed up. Both breathing a sigh of relief looking at each other with wide smiles that you had competed you jab with success.

Back at the trailer park Sweetpea told the serpents how you have saved him twice in one day. He hugged you, clearly making fp snarl “she’s our Southside princess she can handle anything she’s given,” he said through his teeth with a forced smile. For the rest of the night, the drinks were toasted to you and Sp for a job well done. Fp avoided sitting or standing near you, his conservatives was short and blunt. He was still off with you. You wanted to talk to him about how you felt, how you wanted to go back to how your friendship was before he kissed you, but never had the chance to get him alone and deep down know it’s never going to happen. You went back home after a few drinks feeling drunk and depressed. FP couldn’t be happy and flirty with y/n like before everything had changed since he kissed her. He wanted her more than ever but his promise to look after you like you was his own made him feel wrong for wanting you and him think he was being inappropriate. The fact you seemed to be getting closer to his son made it worse the only thing he can do was avoid you.

A couple of days later you had gone to see Jughead but he wasn’t there you’d forgotten he was helping Archie’s dad. You were bored in the trailer so decided to go the Wyrm. Inside fp and the other serpents was all there “Hiya”, “hey y/n” “long time no see” all the boys greeted you as you sat in-between sweet pea and fangs. You looked at fp who just said hi and went back to his conversation with the man next to him all night fp had been really off and snotty with you even so of the others raised an eyebrow but no one said anything about it. You and he had kept a distance over the last few days but when he saw  you he’d been cold but okay with you but tonight was different he was different it hurt you more than him telling you your kiss was a mistake.

You still had fun even if you and fp looked like you could kill on another, you’d missed hanging out here, the random chats, crazy play fights, stupid dares the odd game of pool, laughing and smiling trying not to let fp get to you. Sp asked if you wanted to go outside to smoke you grabbed your coat and following him out. Since your dad was arrested Sweetpea had become a good friend to you. Fp grabbed your arm and whisper shouted at you “where are you going with him?” his voice harsh and cruel. You crossed your eyebrows frowning “out for a joint” you told him back not sure why he’d stopped you. “do you really think you should be going out there with HIM” this time his tone was venomous as his grip tightened. Looking him dead in the eye “your not my father and clearly showed how much you wanted me” you said as you tugged your arm out of his grip and walked out.

Outside Sp handed you a joint and lighter “what was that all about? You two have been strange for days” He asked you talking about the what fp had said to you. “honestly I don’t know with him, his mood changes faster then the weather” you joked. “nothing to do with the new boyfriend then” he said. You looked at him confused “what new boyfriend” Sp saw the surprise in your face putting his hand on the back of his neck “Jughead, the other night Joaquin said he saw fp with Mrs lodge then he saw him looking at someone turned around punched the wall. When Joaquin went to see what fp had been looking at the only thing in sight was you and Jughead, Jones kid so we me a few of the serpents thought you and the beanie boy are spending a lot of time with each other maybe you know you were a couple” Sp told you. You looked at him shaking your head “no” putting extra emphasis on the Oh “juggie is my best friend it’s nothing like that with him” you tell the brown-haired serpent. Why would fp punch the wall if he saw you and jughead together, you thought was he annoyed that you’d go with his son or was he jealous that you weren’t pining over him even though you still were.

FP had sat in the bar and could help but follow you out. He was happy you’d found someone to make you smile but hated it was Jughead not that you didn’t suit each other but Could he really be happy knowing he was in love with his son’s girlfriend. when he got to the door and saw you and Sweetpea he watched you was laughing playfully smacking him on the chest. Fp found himself jealous again as he watched the y/h/c beauty but he was angry too when he heard a flirty giggle come from you. His thoughts went into overdrive ‘How could you do this to his son why would y/n hurt or play jug was she doing it to get back at me for kissing her than telling her it shouldn’t have happened’. Fp waved finally getting the attention of sp calling him over being desecrated, when Sweets came over fp told him to make calls about an upcoming job they had, giving him chance to talk to y/n but he didn’t know where to start or what to say.

Sp tells you he’ll be back and walks off you see fp stood in the doorway. He walked over to you as you lifted up the joint for him to take. He didn’t speak he went to, you could clearly see him stop and change his mind. After a minute that felt like an eternity you broke the awkward silence, “your wrong about me and jug he’s my best friend nothing more” he looked at you out the corner of his eye “the is nothing between you and” you cut him off “no Forsythe I’m not or will I ever date your son.” you smirk trying to sound seductive but without looking at him “You should already know he’s not the Jones I want”. You couldn’t help notice the corner of his lip rise into a brief smile. “and what about you and sweetie pie in there” his voice wasn’t as cold no more. “Ew no never” you screwed your face up in disgust. “and He’s definitely not the serpent I want” this sounded less flirty more horrified. He chuckled handing you back your joint not responding to you. You both made small talk but the was still this new off and strange tension between you both.

The rest of the gang leave the bar, fangs walks over telling fp everyone’s going back to the gang leaders he then asked you to come as well. You looked at fp he nodded and walked off with the rest if the boys. Fangs gave you half a smile as you jogged to catch up with the others.

The walk got you thinking of fp although he filled your thoughts most of the time this was different, hopeful feeling as you thought about fp being jealous. At the party you sat with the boys drinking and laughing as normal. Fp had warmed to you but was still off. You could feel fp Jones watching you from the couch facing. You decided to play and frustrate him a little. You crossed your arms under your chest making your Cleverage age look bigger, shifted your body position so your already short skirt rose higher crossing your leg over the other. From where FP sat he could see how dangerously high your skirt went, the little bit of your bum check peaking out of the green material. He huffed trying to look elsewhere but his gaze always landed on y/n. He couldn’t tell if y/n was deliberately teasing him or if he was over thinking, over noticing her.

He walked out into the kitchen getting another drink and swill his face, clear his mind. It was easier thinking he had no chance, thinking she was with Jughead. But now she wasn’t with his son and was interested him. he felt so conflicted 'he’s not the Jones I want’ her words repeating in he’s mind. every time he’d close his eyes he’d see her, every lone thought was about y/n. This was the strongest he’d felt for her since she moved, but also the worst, it took everything he had to not want her. He held the tea towel to his face mumbling and groaning to himself. “why can’t you just get out of my head?”.

He didn’t notice you walk in. “what’s going on?” you asked him. He jumped at the sound of your voice. “nothing getting a drink” he answered. You close the door walking to him “I mean what’s going on with us?” you ask. He sighs pinching the bridge of his nose, “nothing is going on with us” he replies not looking at you.  You step a little closer to him “that’s not true”. He snapped open his eyes finding yours “we don’t talk, can’t look at each other” fp went to talk but you cut him off “we act as if we don’t like each other but that’s not true either is it?” you say taking another step. “you want me as much as I want you” Fp finally spoke “why do you have to make this more difficult” you looked at him frowning “I’m not you are if you don’t want me fine, but you don’t have to be so cruel with me either”.

Fp softened his face “I don’t mean to be cruel. I just can’t be with you your 19 y/n you should be with someone your own age like jughead or someone from school. not an old gang member like me” you look at him annoyed waving your arms as you spoke, “ugh don’t you get it I don’t want someone my own age I want the man who makes me blush with a look! who makes me feel all nervous and excited all at the same time!” you say grabbing his hand rubbing your thumb over the small cuts. “And I don’t think you want me with jughead I heard about your jealous side” he took a step forward closing the remaining space between you. His lips hovered next to ear his nose buried in you hair. “I was jealous your right and for the record I want you more then you know” his nose touched yours making your breathing become unsteady, “But this is wrong we could never be” he was about to kiss you when he stopped pushing you back “ugh we cant” he said frustrated as the as the door opened. 

Sweet pes walked in looking at you both stirring at each other you had an angry look aimed at fp. “okay, the way your looking at each other I can’t tell if it’s sexual tension or murderous rage” he joked laughing as he opened the fridge. Fp looked away from you like he was ashamed, you opened your mouth and speak but fp shook his head with a look making you not speak but instead rolling your eyes. you sighed feeling he’ll never want you as a girlfriend. Sp offered you a drink but you said no walking out. Fp said something you didn’t hear properly but you carried on walking.

He tried to call you but your phone was on his kitchen table. After 20 minute’s he went to find you using your phone as his excuse to knock. At your trailer he found it empty, but inside it was trashed anything that could be smashed was. Fp wasn’t sure if you had done it or someone else. With the way you looked at him when you left he guessed you had done it. Sp who had followed fp out, tapped him on the shoulder pointing out a small pool of blood on broken pieces of mirror. Fp got Sweetpea and fangs to help find you. afraid you was hurt fp panicked Sp wasn’t making things better saying if it was y/n blood then she’d lost a lot.

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