Realistic or Modern A Family Affair: The Irish Mob - IC (Ended)

[Misty Gray]

Thomas Dempsey​

Tommy followed Aliana's gaze into the distance and a twinge of sadness came over him as she mentioned she'd wanted children. It made him wonder if she no longer did or if something had happened to bring a barrier to that. He wasn't sure if it was too forward of him to ask her. His own childhood had been good and his younger years were as far removed from crime as they could have been, with his own father being a respected doctor. The most ironic thing about his mother's murder was that it was at the hands of a police sergeant himself and then covered up by the murderer's colleagues. It was the very men meant to fight crime that dragged Tommy and his father into it. He hoped that one day he could make all of those involved pay for what they'd done. For all the respect and gratitude he held for the Porters, the mere thought of them working with Conway disgusted him. However, it was the promise that the Inspector would get his comeuppance that kept Tommy's anger at bay.

"Ah, Ali. You manage this restaurant pretty well and you keep the unruly customers under control. Hell, I stayed outside to finish my smoke because I knew you'd kick the shit out of me if I brought it in here. You'd have your own kids under control in no time... I reckon you should offer to babysit Sinead's kids. If you can keep Emery under control then you can do anything!" he half-joked. That kid ran circles around him, he wasn't afraid to admit. "What about your brother? I don't think I've seen him before."

Tommy chuckled when Ali said she'd been drinking all night. "Now, I'm a big supporter of ladies who can handle their drink," he told her. Suddenly, he felt his confidence return and he was finding it a little easier to flirt with the attractive restaurant owner. He shrugged his shoulders when asked if he's steal Lucy's spotlight. "Oh yeah, it would be worth Lucy's wrath just to spend a little time in the spotlight," he joked.

Melanin-Gxdess (Aliana)

James Porter​

James raised a curious eyebrow when Montag said he could say what he wished with Conor. He wasn't going to let his brother-in-law continue the way he has been, but there still needed to be some delicacy when approaching the matter as he was married to the guy's sister, after all. James didn't care about pissing Conor off, but he appreciated how it could put Lucy in a difficult position and she was the one person whose feelings he allowed himself to take into account in this. That was why he'd decided to ask Jackson to have a word - one last chance before he stopped being nice about the issue.

"I wish to retain the Inspector for a little while longer and when I'm done with his services, he'll fall from that position of his," James told Montag. It was clear his friend didn't like Conway, along with many others. James didn't like the corrupt man either, but he'd squeeze him for all he could before throwing him to the dogs. "Perhaps you should have a word with him, to remind him of his place in all of this. I don't want to see him anywhere near the gates of my home again and I certainly won't have him trying to fire orders at me. He'd be wise to forget about Conor's irritating, but petty, crimes and think about the severity of his own."

James looked to the clock to see they were already late serving dinner. "For now, let's focus on eating this dinner that Lucy has kindly prepared." He was aware Conor hadn't shown up, but it wasn't the first time and there was no point making everyone wait. James called out for everyone to come to dinner before helping Lucy to serve the food to their family and friends.

ReverseTex (Montag) Enzyme (Jackson)

Conor Sullivan​

Conor nodded in agreement when Alex mentioned her brothers. He'd never got along with them, so he wouldn't have wanted to bump into them in Italy. He smirked when she expressed how sorry she was for her parents having to deal with her and five others. "You were definitely the worst. More annoying than the other five put together," he joked.

Once Alex had written her number down, Conor took the napkin and placed it into his pocket. "I'm staying over at Lucy's place tonight, so unless I can talk some of the others into going out for a drink, I might actually get an early night and be up early in the morning. Not James kind of early, mind you. 5am, Alex... What kind of crazy bastard chooses to wake up that early to exercise?" he lightly remarked.

Alex told him it was great to see him again, bringing a bittersweet smile to his face as he nodded in agreement. "It's great to see you too, Alex." He never thought he'd see Alex again and certainly never expected to be having a normal conversation with her. He was glad to have been wrong, even if it had come with a bombshell that he had a daughter. He truly hoped he could do right by the kid, but he knew he needed a little time to get his head around the news. "We'll speak again tomorrow. You, me... Michelle."

Conor took some cash out of his wallet, making sure there was enough to cover both of their orders. He stood up and was about to turn to leave when he suddenly turned back to face Alex. After a brief pause, he step forward and pulled Alex in for a hug. No underlying motive or intention. It had just been ten years since he'd last done so and back then it had been on difficult terms. "I'm glad you're alright."

neverbackdown (Alex)

*******​

Once dinner was finished, James remained seated at the table, presumably with Jackson, Montag and Lucy closeby. The others were permitted to leave the table and do what they needed to do. James hadn't mentioned Conor's absence as he didn't think he needed to state the obvious. He took a last sip of his water and was about to leave the table when he heard Conor enter the house, calling out Samson's name as the old rottweiler excitedly greeted him.

Conor knew he'd missed dinner by this point, but considering the reason for doing so he wasn't about to feel guilty for it. When he entered the dining room, the first person he saw was James, who looked at his watch and then motioned to the empty plates. "Yeah, alright, dad. I know I'm late," he sarcastically told to James. Conor sent Montag an acknowledging nod but didn't bother with any false pleasantries, given that the frosty atmosphere didn't seem to call for it. "Are you alright, Luce?" Conor asked his sister, sending her a warm smile. Lucy would have known him long enough to see he was hiding something beneath his smile and it wasn't guilt for missing dinner. Nor was it regret for pissing off the inspector.

Conor took an empty glass and filled it with water, even surprising himself for choosing the least alcoholic drink he could. "What about you, Jackson. Been feeling a bit rough after last night?" he teased his friend. Other than him punching the sexist arsehole in the club, Conor thought they'd had a pretty good night out."

Enzyme (Jackson) Bellz (Lucy) ReverseTex (Montag)

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy​

Jackson was pleased that he was given the green light. Enough was enough and apparently even Montag knew that, seeing as he wasn't objecting to Jackson's plans as he was accustom to. He nodded when he was instructed to take Tommy along. He hadn't had the chance to fully get to know the young guy, but was sure he was more than capable of handling the task. "Sure, i'll take Tommy. Haven't had the chance to assess him, but i'm sure he'll do fine. Delinquency comes naturally to us." With that he raised a glass and downed the rest of his drink.

After dinner, Jackson wiped his face with the napkin and excused himself from the table. As he was moving to pour himself another drink, he caught sight of Conor in the dining hall. Jackson didn't want to miss Conor getting told off by Lucy, so he made his way over and threw his arm around the man's shoulder. "Lose track of time did we? You're lucky I didn't make my famous cranberry sauce, or you really would've missed out," Jackson joked, nudging him a little.

He followed Conor as he made his way over to fill his glass. "Eh, not gonna lie; watching you beat the hell out of someone really tires me out." Jackson said with a smile. "Speaking of, the Inspector dropped by... Boy did we get an earful." He probably didn't want to do this right now, but he figured Conor would be okay having this talk with him, seeing as the alternative was James. "I know I like to get you all riled up, but the coppas' have had enough," Jackson turned to Conor to face him, so he could see how serious he was. "They wanna' lock you up, mate. You really don't have many tallies left."

Misty Gray (Conor & James) ReverseTex (Montag) Bellz (Lucy)

 

[wendy]

Persephone Adrien



Persephone woke up rather rudely from her sleep as the bowl of stew she was holding had spilt across her stomach. “Horrible.” Persephone says looking down at her stomach letting out a deep sigh. Persephone skilfully got up from her bed without getting any of the stew on her bed sheets. “What a waste.” She spoke with annoyance laced into her tone as this was one of her favourite dresses and she wasn’t sure she would be able to get the stain out.

She pulled off the dress and threw it in her bathroom sink before she walked over to her wardrobe pulling out a navy blue dress as she quickly slipped it on before she headed out of her room and downstairs for a drink. Persephone found herself in the library where she wandered over to the wooden drinks cabinet, pulling open the door she spotted the glass bottle of whiskey as she smiled picking up a glass and filling it with the cooper coloured liquid.

Persephone picked up the glass and began to wonder around the library scanning the books to see if any would take her interest. Finally Persephone settleld for a book titled ‘A brief introduction into French History’. She took the book and sat down in one of the old arm chairs which in Persephones opinion the best chairs in the whole house.

She sat sipping her drink and lazily flipping through the pages of the book. To others it may seem boring but this was Persephones favourite pastime beside beating men to the ground.

(Open to interactions)​

 

[Misty Gray]

Conor Sullivan​

Conor smirked as Jackson threw his arm around his shoulder. "Gee, I sure am glad I didn't miss cranberry sauce day," he replied, letting out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Nah, as much as I love my big sister's amazing cooking, I had somewhere more important to be. You wouldn't understand... Grown up stuff." With that comment, Conor flashed a cheeky wink, but his voice was slightly lacking its usual humourous tone.

As he filled his glass, Conor could sense Jackson had followed him, but he didn't mind as he was a good friend and someone who usually did a good job at lifting his mood. Although Jackson couldn't see him, when he made his comment about him beating the hell out of people, Conor rolled his eyes. He then drank some of his water as his friend went on to explain they'd got an earful from the Inspector. "He's easily ignored, so I wouldn't sweat it," he replied, his voice reflecting a level of disinterest. It was only when Jackson had him turn to face him that Conor realised he was actually being serious. Conor let out a brief laugh, more out of disdain for the Inspector's threat than actually being amused. Conor used his hand to motion to the floor where an imaginary tombstone sat. "Here lies the youth and spirit of Jackson McCarthy... Taken from him far too soon," he spoke out. He allowed the grin to rest a few seconds before suddenly letting it drop. "I take it you've been talking to those two?" His manner was now serious as he pointed his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of James and Montag.

Conor downed the rest of his water before clinking the glass down firmly on the marble worktop. "Look, mate. If it'll get you all off of my back, I'll try not to beat anyone else up. I'll certainly make sure I don't get caught doing it," he assured his friend. "I'm sorry you got asked to lecture me this time. I'll make more of an effort to comply with the boss and save you from being roped into this again. I don't like putting my mates in an awkward position," he said, sending Jackson a friendly smile. Whilst he didn't care if he spent a few nights in a prison cell, all he could think about right now was Alex and Michelle, so staying out of jail was probably the best idea. Perhaps they could give him a reason to consider having a future.

Enzyme (Jackson)

 

[ReverseTex]

Tagging:
Jackson - Enzyme
James - Misty Gray

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M O N T A G

Montag decided to stay for dinner, regardless of the work he needed done tonight. These people were a sort of family to him... The least he could do was stay for dinner. Although, the icy pleasantries between himself and Conor were obvious, as well as the loose-ended silence upon the other man’s jokes. He knew most of the family condoned the behavior he struggled so hard to cover up, but he knew James would do whatver his dear Lucy said...

His auburn eyes rose as if tracing prey, watching Conor and Jackson vacant the room to discuss the desired topic of the night. Locking his eyes with James’s as he wiped his hands meticulously upon the napkin, he sighed. “Your families growing pile of legal problems awaits me once again James. As much as I enjoy the money, you really need to wipe your hands after doing your dirty deeds.” Smirking at his metaphor, he rose from his seat. “Tell Lucy it was a lovely dinner once again for me? Also, tell Jackson to make sure, for the folks who need reminding, to call me tonight to make sure the renewal is final...”


...By time Montag had returned to the firm, the silvery orb of the night had began to shimmer upon Dublin’s waters. Currently, he was leaned back in his officer chair, feet crossed upon his desk. His phone to his ear, as the rote ringing echoed for a few seconds, then the Inspector’s secretary answered. Recognizing the slight pause he always left, she immeidantly transferred him to Conway himself... “Inspector Conway... I’d like to have a chat with you, preferably tonight. I do suggest you’re no later than ten thirty, because more important problems await me... Good? Good.”

Hanging up instantly, Montag sighed as he maunevered himself out of the chair. Making his way to a mahogany filing cabinet upon the furthest wall in his office, he removed the key from his breast pocket. Unlocking with a click, he pulled the drawer towards him, revealing a intriguing mass of manila files. Tens, possibly hundreds of files sat, stuffed by one another’s bulk. The top label’s off all read one word. Conway

 

[Misty Gray]

Chief Inspector Conway

Inspector Conway didn't appreciate Montag's phone call and practically being summoned to the man's firm. Had he not had a life to attend to, he would have turned up at 10.29pm, just to be awkward. But he did have a life and he wasn't about to spoil a perfectly nice Friday evening spending it with a bloody lawyer. Besides, he hoped the man would have had the good sense to speak with the Porters, more specifically, Conor Sullivan. After the previous night's antics, Conway was still seething.

When he arrived at the firm, Conway knocked heavily on the door, his stocky silhouette visible through the glass panel as he impatiently waited.

When he stepped into the office, he was clearly annoyed at being called over to speak to Montag. "This had better be quick..."

ReverseTex​

 

[ReverseTex]

Tagging:
Conway - Misty Gray

Mentions: -
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M O N T A G

It didn’t take Inspector Conway long to come pounding upon his richly engraved wooden doors to his office. “Come in Inspector.” Montag was opposite of the door, shuffling through the files. No... That won’t do. Can’t have him know of 47 now can we...? Maybe tell him of 52...? To obvious... Natasha will do....

Montag decided upon a pair of manila files, one filled with a array of pictures, the other filled with reports, notes, and entries. “You’re welcome to take a seat, if all goes as planned you should have the rest of the evening to yourself.” Flipping the files bottom up, to cover their title, he sat in his own chair, his auburn eyes cracking to life as a sudden adrenaline flared within.

“Now Inspector Conway, I won’t lecture you long on this topic, since it’s a waste of breath for me, and time for you. Making threats without a warrant, or written intent to myself, and one of my clients is against Section 5.3, page 323 of one of many issued law books... Now i’ll gladle thumb through the giant of a book, but with a man of your... Intelligence, it would be a simple waste of time.” Montag set a gentle, yet excited hand upon the files.

“Now we know the routine of the Porters; Conor Sullivan does some drunken act, you detain him, and I come with a convoluted and legal way to release him... Frankly i’ve growing quite bored of that, so i’ve decided to pick up a hobby...” Opening the first file of photos, though Conway was only able to see the opposite side of the file. Flipping through the multiple pictures of the man, with a much younger woman amused him. “It’s similar to scrapbooking, but with a twist? I like to call it my personal people’s library... Amongst the collection, which you are apart of my dear friend, is another.” Setting the black and white photo of the woman upon the desk, as if the first pawn had been moved across the chess board, he smiled.

“Natasha is a good girl... To young for you though, I can’t believe she even considered having three drink with you on your first outing?! Though, the results by the end were well worth it to you I imagine?” Setting the next photo down, which was of the two people, slipping into a hotel room. “Hotel is inconspicuous, good call there. But, addresses are quite easy to find when you know the right people... I bet you haven’t even been to Apartment 684 have you? No...?” Montag wore his oddly darkened smile with pride, not sure where this sudden dark impulse had came from.... But, he liked it nonetheless.

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter

Dinner had gone by smoothly with the help from James and others who insisted on helping her, she was quite pleased with herself on this meal, having been trying to get it down perfectly for weeks, she finally nailed the recipe on the head and everyone seemed to enjoy it. With the help of her own children, dishes were done rather quickly and she was just about to retrieve the other's from the room when she heard the front door open. She had bit her tongue much like James had about Conor's absence but if this was him, she wasn't going to hold back tonight. As much as she loved her brother dearly, he was absolutely reckless, perhaps more so now then when he had responsibilities. Hearing Conor greet James, Lucy quickly made her way into the dining room, gently requesting that all her children finish the dishes and head upstairs.

He greeted her casually, but the warm smile on his face was off, terribly off. It took her a moment to figure out if she truly should be lecturing her brother at the moment, but Conor needed to hear it from her. She had let the men of the house try to persuade her brother to stop doing what he was doing but nothing was working. So much like her own mother use to do, she folded her arms across her chest and stood behind James' chair as she watched Jackson and Conor interact, choosing not to respond to her brother's question right away.

Hearing his promise to Jackson, Lucy jumped into the conversation now. "You better, or I swear to god you will be out of this house and out of our lives quicker than you can order another beer or fly off the handle." Her voice was stern and loud enough for the room to silence itself a bit. "Nevermind the men in this room, they can all handle themselves. But when your bad behavior starts influencing my children's decisions, this is where I have to draw the line." Her eyes looked up at the clock on their wall and she ground her teeth together. "Clocks have been invented for a reason, so has the concept of time! I expect you to be here when you say you will be here or have the decency to give me a fucking phone call first. Despite you saying you can handle yourself Con, I've seen you at your worst. Pick up a phone next time!" Lucy's voice raised a few more octaves, but only to indicate that she was serious and worried about her brother's safety. "James and I along with everyone working for this family has done a lot to cover your ass, we put everything we work for on the line along with our children's futures. We love you so much little brother but don't think for one second that I will save your ass the next time you mess up, because I won't....eventually you need to learn from your mistakes and if jail time is what will solve this issue...so be it." Lucy concluded her little lecture with a full plate of food being shoved her brother's way. "Even kept it warm for ya." She grumbled.


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With: James, Jackson and Conor Misty Gray Enzyme Mentions:



Peter Callahan

Another dimpled smile formed on his lips just as quickly as it had disappeared, his daughter's teasing tone and words causing him to become his normal self rather quickly, though the tense look still held its place firmly in his eyes. Her hug melted his heart and he returned it with a bear hug of his own before placing another kiss on top of her head. "Quite the jokester kiddo, just like another girl I know." He rumbled lightly before looking towards his wife for a moment and just took in all her features. Ali excused herself from the table and it looked like they were about to get going so Peter quickly looked away before he could get caught doing something embarrassing.

Nodding his head in agreement that it was time to go, Peter chuckled at the mention of their youngest daughter, who was far too much like himself for her own good. His thoughts were pulled away from him as Sinead caught his attention, asking if he was alright and offering her hands to help him out of his seat. A soft smile appeared on his face again and he nodded his head once more. He leaned down slightly to meet her gentle kiss and sighed softly at her words. They had talked about her relationship with Angel time and time again...the man was long gone and yet, Peter knew how much the man had an impact on Sinead's life, and Savannah's. "I think that would be best, love." He murmured in all honesty, looking defeated before he saw Thomas approaching from the corner of his eye.

Straightening out his shoulders, he greeted the young man with a nod before he spoke quietly too them. Regardless of Thomas saying it may have been nothing, Peter didn't mess around with his families safety. His body tensed and he did a once over of the area they were in at the moment. Wondering if the men who had been interested in their car were now stupid enough to come inside. Well if they were stupid enough to stare at his car for too long..."Thank you Thomas." Peter said in a gruff voice before his hand went to his pockets. No guns, unfortunately, the family business was not his cup of tea any longer, at least he tried to convince himself of this...so he carried around a knife just in case. Grabbing his daughter's other hand, he smiled down at the two of them. "Alright, let's get home to your siblings, I'm sure they are driving the nanny mad."
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With: Sinead, Savvy Misty Gray Mentions: Thomas

 

[Misty Gray]

Inspector Conway

Conway walked to the desk and sat opposite Montag. Though the man offered him the seat, the cop was going to sit down regardless. He studied the man closely as he flicked through the files. There was clearly something different about him, a kind of spark that seemed to have triggered. He folded his arms and groaned as the man mentioned his apparent contravention of his many law books. "Apparently you're not the only one breaking guidelines," he noted. The lawyer was eating out of the Porters pockets as far as Conway was concerned.

He impatiently tapped his foot as the man continued to speak, only stopping when he started to shuffled through some photographs. The Inspector tightened his jaw as he recognised himself and his mistress in the pictures. "I always knew you were slimy..." he commented as a photograph was placed in front of him.

Conway shook his head in disbelief as Montag spoke of everything he'd seen. The trips to the hotel and the drinks. He wasn't an idiot and he knew he had both his reputation and his marriage to protect. He didn't need to see the crooked smile of the lawyer's to know the direction it was going, but the smile did reflect that spark in the lawyer, once again. "Cut to the chase, Montag. What are you leading up to?" he asked. This was something James didn't have over him, so he wondered what Montag wanted seeing as it wasn't James waving the photgraphs in his face.

ReverseTex​

Conor Sullivan​

Conor was taken by surprise when Lucy suddenly spoke up and threatened to cut him out of their lives if he didn't keep his promise. He knew this was all Lucy, not the influence of James or Montag. When his sister mentioned his behaviour influencing her children, he was taken back with surprise. He hadn't realised his drinking and tardiness were affecting the Porters kids. He had to wonder if he was completely oblivious to such things and in turn, what kind of influence he really would be on Michelle. He knew he could never match up to the high standards of James or St Peter, but he always believed he'd had his nieces and nephews happiness in mind.

When Lucy said he could have called her, he let out an exhausted breath, briefly glancing to Jackson as he wondered what his friend thought of all this. Conor scratched the back of his head as he realised now wasn't the time to blurt out the truth. His family wanted at him and he worried if he told them about Michelle in this moment, it might feel like he was using her newly discovered existence distract from his family's need to berate him. "I'm sorry for being late. Something important came up and I didn't have access to a phone. Unfortunately, nobody's thought to invent a telephone I can carry around with me." Conor couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark, it was a natural part of him but he meant no malice through it. "Luce... I love you too. And James I brotherly love you... I suppose," he lightly remarked, glancing to his brother-in-law. Conor felt he'd never asked for them to bail him out and he wasn't afraid of jail time. If he had been, he'd have stopped pissing cops off back in Chicago.

Conor wasn't hungry, but when Lucy placed the food in front of him he knew better than to refuse it and risk angering his sister further. He pulled out a chair and sat at the table to eat. "Thanks, love," he said to her. He took a couple of bites before looking back to Lucy. With Jackson's words and now his sister's lecture, he wasn't so sure asking them for advice at a time like this was a good idea. "This is good food, Luce. Would it be best if I head back to my own place once I'm done. Leave you guys in peace and all that." Even though Lucy had helped and liked Alex when they were last together, Conor now feared confiding in his family would just be another reason for them to be disappointed in him, even if he'd had no way of knowing about Michelle.

Bellz (Lucy)
Mention: Enzyme (Jackson)

Sinead Sullivan​

Sinead smiled as Peter returned her kiss, but it faded when she could see how defeated he looked. She awkwardly bit her lip before they walked out of the restaurant with Savvy between them. The thoughts of the two men watching the car had escaped her and during the journey home she was instead worried about Peter. She knew it was the mention of Angel, or at least the same word as his name. She couldn't change the past and she certainly wouldn't wish for anything that would also wish Savvy away. She just wished it wasn't still an issue for them. She loved Peter more than she could ever have him believe and seeing him vulnerable about the situation made her a little sad for him.

Once they arrived home, Savvy rushed into the house and called out to Vittoria, wanting to see the nanny. The girl didn't believe she needed a nanny, but she just liked Vittoria anyway.

Sinead turned to Peter and placed her hands on his shoulders so she could look him in the eyes. "Petey, honey. Can we talk now?" she asked him. "What happened back there was completely innocent, Savvy didn't mean anything behind it... He's gone and out of our lives. I love you and only you. Savvy also thinks the world of you," she assured him. She wrapped her arms around his waist for a hug, her eyes filling with tears at the thought of Peter feeling hurt. "What can I do to make this better?" she asked him.

Bellz (Peter)
Mention: heycarmilla (Vittoria)

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy​

Jackson put his hand on the back of Conor's neck and put his forehead to his, making sure he couldn't look away. He did his best not to crackup, seeing as remaining serious with Conor was near impossible for him. "That's all I want, mate. Just don't get caught," He said with a chuckle as he released Conor. He put his hands on his hips and temporarily looked towards the dinner table, before looking back at Conor. "You're obviously getting soft. The bloke remembered everything and went to the coppas' that night. You need to start putting more power into your punch." He squeezed Conor's bicep, acting as if he had gotten weaker. He was glad he had gotten that out of the way. The last person he ever wanted to lecture was him.

He walked back into the dining room and leaned against the pillar. Despite having their conversation, he could still feel the tension in the air. It was obvious not everything had been settled. The sudden snap of Lucy confirmed. Jackson crossed his arms and bit down on his knuckle, trying his absolute hardest not to bust out laughing. There was something about Lucy smacking around such a big guy like Conor. The fact that he was just sitting there taking it made it so much harder not to curl over. When Conor looked over to him, Jackson stiffened his fist towards him in a "Be strong" sense. Even then, he couldn't help the smile from curling onto his lips.

Despite how close he was with the family, he didn't feel as if he had the right to say anything, especially if it were to defend Conor; that would mean sudden death by Lucy. Conor's reply to Lucy's outburst sucked the fun out of the atmosphere. He hadn't seen it before, but there was obviously something bothering him. The fact that he had filled his glass up with anything non-alcoholic should have been the biggest red flag.

Misty Gray (Conor) Bellz (Lucy)

 

[ReverseTex]

Tagging:
Conway - Misty Gray

Mentions: -
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M O N T A G

Montag gently tucked away the photos in the file along with the assortment of others. This affair had been happening over a six month period, and every outing he had documented. Not all he witnessed personally of course, hiring eyes was a trick he learned in his youth. A man with many eyes can make the world see what he wishes... He thought to himself, recalling a line from a book years ago.

Snapping from his thoughts, Conway’s reaction just as he expected, though not as dramatic as he hoped. Damn. “Knowledge is power Inspector... Never forget that. I have eyes everywhere.” Rising from his seat, he sauntered back to the filing cabinet, preparing to move his bishop into the pin... Carefully cutting the silence as he slid the cabinet open, the assortment of files visible to the other man, but not obtainable... “All of you my friend. If you don’t believe my words, then this should do it.”

With that, Montag snapped the filing cabinet shut, as the flaming feeling within smoldered to a warm, yet constistent one. This new move he tried... It made him feel good... Looking back towards Conway, he gestured his head to the door. “Don’t leave your darling waiting, i've already taken up your time enough...”

 

[Enzyme]

Nikolai Kuznetsov

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The tires of the black Zil 114 crushed the broken gravel beneath them as they pulled up to the guarded gate. Nikolai held the burning cigar between his fingers, allowing the smoke to drift from his lips and dissipate on contact with the roof. From the tinted windows in the back seat, he could see the armed Porter guard talking to his chauffeur. After clarifying that the visit was spontaneous, the tall gate split into two and allowed their passage through. As the car crept closer, he could see the bright lights from inside the house. He looked to his watch and assumed that he had arrived in the middle of dinner. His steel, hazel eyes drifted from the mansion's windows to the car door as one of his men opened it for him.

Nikolai had visited not too long ago, but the lack of funds from the small country hadn't gone unnoticed. He had known the Porters for awhile and they had gained his trust, but a betrayal wasn't far fetched. Hell, his own comrades had tried to stab him in the back less than a decade ago. Calling them had crossed his mind, but he didn't want to give James any time to fabricate an excuse, if he were actually being crossed. A face to face discussion would surely get only the truth out of the Irish man, he was sure of it. People were prone to lying to him for their own safety, but his stone cold stare often sliced the veracity right out of them.

He stepped out of the compact car, allowing himself to stretch to his full height. The Russians by his side weren't visibly armed, but kept a piece in their waist holsters for precaution. Nikolai lead the pack to the front door, noticeably taller than his bodyguards. As he stepped to the door, he moved his eyes to the window to the side of the door. His assumption had been correct, for the family appeared to be gathered around the table. He raised his hand and pressed his ringed knuckles to the door, emitting a knocking sound throughout the manor.

Misty Gray (Conor & James) Bellz (Lucy) wendy (Persephone)

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

As if on cue, the bartender slid a martini with two olives in front of her hand and she picked it up, taking a small sip. Her preferred drinks were a huge selection, never sticking to just one kind. As long as it was strong enough to make her worries go away, she liked it.

Hearing that he smoked outside before even thinking about bringing it inside made her nod her head. "And I thank you for that. Most people think I joke around with that, but I don't." She started tapping her finger on the bar before raising her index finger to him. "Which, by the way, is very unhealthy." Sometimes, she just couldn't help herself, trying to tell people what they should and shouldn't do with their lives as if she was their mother.

She laughed when he mentioned watching Sinead's children and shook her head. "I already have! All of them, actually. James' kids too. They all love me." She said, lacing her fingers together and holding her knee in them. As if successfully babysitting 'the gang' children made her far more superior to anyone else. If we're being honest, it kind of was. Those kids were all a handful and she was sure it'd take more than one person to take care of them. But when she watched them, she experienced little to no problems. She took pride in that.

Hearing him compliment her on her drinking made her smile and look down at her cup. Was he flirting with her? She had never really thought him to be the type to flirt with her, but she was very flattered by it. So flattered, in fact, that she leaned in and started flirting as well. Since Conor wasn't around, she had to entertain herself somehow, right?

"Thomas, I have many different talents. Drinking is just the only one I can share with the public." She hid her smile behind her glass, watching his reaction, only to quickly change the topic to her brother. Cheeky.

"Leo. He's not my blood brother per se. He was... Adopted, but he has been wanting to join ' the gang'," she said with air quotes, "Lately and I just don't think it's a good idea. He's all into gang lifestyles and being rebellious but he's not cut out for it." She admitted.
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[wendy]

Persephone Adrien



The young women was just on the edge of falling asleep again when a pair of bright white car lights hit her face. She cringed shutting her eyes tight at the sudden brightness but once her eyes adjusted she stood up and looked out of the window to see who was visiting the family this late. Her heart skipped when she recognised the car that the visitor came in “Is it him?” Persephone said to herself excitement laced into her tone. She leaned further into the window until she was almost touching but once she caught a glimpse of his silhouette she knew exactly who it was.

A large smile appeared on Persephone’s face, her heart picked up speed from the excitement of seeing him again. The loud knock was like music to Persephone’s ears as she took off running towards the door hoping to get their before anyone else. As she ran her heels made rough clacking sounds against the floor. If you didn’t know it was Persephone it would of sounded like a stampede.

Persephone reaches the large front door as she took a peek through the peep hole to see him standing there. Persephone almost ripped the latch off the door from the amount of power she used to open it. She pulled open the door “Nikolai” she called out his name as the woman ignored the body guards and stepped forwards toward her lover, she raised an eyebrow at him “It’s been 4 months since your last letter. Didnt we agree every 2 months?” She spoke as Persephone had been agonising her lovers safety. “It’s still nice to see you.” She says placing a short and quick kiss on his lips. He hated those sort of kisses but it was sort of Persephone’s punishment for him due to his lack of letters.

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[nymphadora.]

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delilah porter

☆ where:
home

☆ with:
james / lucy (mentioned)

☆ tags:
Misty Gray / Bellz

delilah had spent the day at home by the grand piano upstairs. her legs were curled up on the piano seat as music and homework sheets were scattered around her messily. her brown hair was tied up messily in a bun with long srangs cascading down messily and she stayed comfortably in her pyjamas as she flicked back and forth between her homework and the piano. she hadn't realised the day left without her until she heard her father's car pull up in the driveway. delilah quickly collected all her things and headed straight into her room, humming along the way, as she swiftly redressed herself into proper clothes and headed downstairs for dinner.

afterwards, delilah helped her mother washed the dishes and began to make her way upstairs when heard her mother's voice from downstairs. her eyebrows furrowed together as she turned on her heels and sat down on the staircase, her hands still gripped onto the rail. delilah listened carefully to her mother's words, how sharp and poisonous they were as she spoke. her mind rushed with questions but delilah had decided she didn't want to hear anymore, silently standing up from her position and headed back downstairs to find her father with an uneasy feeling churning in her stomach.

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[Misty Gray]

Chief Inspector Conway

Conway watched Montag put the photos away and stared intently at the file. There was a burning fury within him, but he wasn't about to show it to the lawyer, not yet. The man was no better than the Porters, that much was evident.

Conway observed closely as Montag returned to his filing cabinet full of files. He folded his arms and sat back, thinking of the idea that the man's belief he saw everything or he had a complete upper hand. "Well, good luck with that," he replied, standing up from his seat. "You might have dirt on me and a desire to keep me under control, but do remember how many times I've saved that damn family from a whole heap of shit!"

"If that is all, I wish you a good night," he coldly finished, before leaving the office.​

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[ReverseTex]

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M O N T A G

Montag waited patiently, silently, for the wooden doors to slid shut. Once the echoing of the wood finished, he proceeded to lock the cabinets once again, then made his way to his desk. Sticking the file key back in its home, he removed his car keys, then thumbing till he got to the last key on the set. Unlocking the bottom drawer of the desk, he carefully slid it open, revealing a polished Colt revolver...

The man never liked violence, he always avoided it at all costs. But, this eruption of emotion within called for an.... Experiment. Montag wanted to see how, or if he felt anything, committing an act. It was a burning question that held close to him, almost like a poking a fire, nudging it to engulf the room. Now it was time to see what would happen if gasoline was thrown on the fire...

 

[Misty Gray]

Thomas Dempsey

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Tommy observed as Ali accepted her drink and realised he'd abandoned the table he'd been shown to. He figured flirting with the beautiful restaurant owner was more important than stuffing his face before checking in with the Porters. He asked the bartender for a brandy, figuring he may as well have a drink, if nothing else. He grinned as she lectured him about how smoking was bad for his health. "Careful, now. You almost sound concerned about me," he said, with a flirty eyebrow raise. "Whilst you're quite right, I'm pretty sure I partake in more dangerous activities," he noted. The Porters were dangerous and he knew it. Whilst his main role was more a defensive and survellence one, there were times when he acted as a bodyguard to the family and there were times when James put him out onto the field. He didn't know yet that he would in fact be accompanying Jackson out on the field that night. He wouldn't refuse, even if he could, but it would be less familiar territory for him.

Tommy smiled as Ali told him Sinead's kids already loved her. He wasn't at all surprised of how fond they were of her. "See. You would make a great mother, Ali!"

He was completely oblivious to any connection between Conor and Ali that went beyond friendship. As far as he was concerned, the two just got along well with each other and Conor didn't strike him as a guy who slept with the same woman more than once. So when he picked up on a flirtatious undertone, he took it to heart. Perhaps he really was doing a decent job at wooing Ali. No sooner had his confidence grown when she broke the moment away and spoke about her brother. Tommy couldn't help but chuckle slightly. Nobody said the dating game would be easy.

"Why wouldn't he be cut out for it?" Tommy curiously asked. "I mean, many people aren't, but I'm just wondering why your brother isn't. Are you sure you're not just being protective? Which is admirable, blood relative or not." He knew working for the gang was dangerous, but he also knew if Leo really wanting it he might not listen to the warning his sister gave. "It'snot a glamorous job and it really is dangerous. But I get a real kick out of knowing I'm helping them. The whole violence and intimidation stuff aside, I would rather see the Porters running this city than some of the creeps who would be rife on our streets without them. They even do a better job at creating order than the cops do, that's for sure. I guess I'm proud to be a part of that."

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Chief Inspector Conway

Conway had some time before he'd arranged to see Natasha and so he headed home to change his clothes. He'd already told his wife he was working the night shift, so she'd arranged to go visited their grown up son that evening. There was nothing wrong with his wife, except Conway simply wasn't in love or attracted to her anymore. However, he kept up the act for the sake of keeping up appearances. Divorce was looked down on in this day and he needed to maintain a good public image. Anything to cancel out the corruption that lurked beneath his exterior.

Once he'd was dressed and ready, Conway drove in the direction of Natasha's apartment. He parked the vehicle up a five minute walk away so he could ensure he wasn't seen heading into her place. It wasn't that Montag's stalking had made him cautious, there was enough paranoia around him before that, but he was a little more aware of the need to be careful now.

After sneaking to his mistress' apartment, he knocked lightly on the door to alert her of her arrival, before he turned the handle and stepped inside. "Natasha?" he called out, as he closed the door behind himself. There was a smile on his face that went unseen by most people. Of course he was smiling - he had a hot date with an even hotter young brunette! Even in her younger days, Mrs Conway hadn't been as attractive as Natasha was.​

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M O N T A G

Murder was a subject many knew of, but never knew it’s details. Promoted in books, the detective always snooping out who did it... Promoted in the cinemas, usually in some love twist or whatever garage directors called cinematography... Those were all guesses... Not actually accounts, or experiences. The only ones who knew of murder, was the murder themself... And so, the reason for experimentation was born...

Montag had begun his practice early, Natasha being a fine specimen seeing as she was awaiting her dear Inspector. He must’ve stopped for something if I had beat him...? He thought over the soft cries of the woman as he began to tie her to a chair. He needed her dead before Conway came back, just for a message... Stepping to the opposite side of the room, Montag raised the revolver towards the woman. “Don’t take this personal dear, I promise it’s not your fault...”

He cut himself off, squeezing the trigger, the revolver erupted to life. The mighty roar of the gun engulfed the outcry of Natasha, who by time the road ended, was silenced by death... Was that good? The gun felt good, it matched my feelings...? But why don’t I feel anything?! Montag looked at the gun momentarily, bewildered by the outcome of his trial test.

Guess Conway will get the improved test... Montag thought to himself, as he took a seat at the dining room table, gun in hand, and a fresh coating of the dear Inspector’s mistress upon him.

 

[Aoire]

Wesley Cooper​

Wes started his night onstage as he always did: a shot of whiskey and scales. Entering early as he always did, he started calmly enough, remembering the soothing voice of his grandfather, who taught him these same scales as a child. He repeated the same patterns again and again, the notes louder and more frantic with each passing minute. It was a familiar enough sound to regulars to the club, the sound of a maestro honing his craft. In reality, it represented something more cathartic.

The simple pattern was disrupted by key changes and new, unexpected patterns as the worries of his life invaded this time of quiet reflection. His student debt, represented by a sudden glissando, his fingers tearing down the keys as law school had torn at his bank account. A familiar pattern of higher chords, each a failed interview at a law firm. All throughout, that strain of hope, that simple scale soldiered on through its master's impromptu performance.

Eventually, the other members of his trio, the bass guitarist Kathy, and sax player Mark, came through, customarily late as ever. Mark and Kathy clasped hands conspicuously, Kathy's left ring finger gleaming with a golden band. When they finally reached the piano to set up their instruments, Wes seemed to bristle, noticing Kathy's new jewelry. A major tritone in the third octave broke the piano's tenacious scales, then a low minor chord killed the other notes with a hint of dissonance, unlike Wes. He spun around quickly, greeting his bandmates with a simple nod, then he stood, perhaps to address the crowd.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He knew he wanted to say something, but what? He tried the audience first, but what was there to say to them? Kathy was the pretty one. She was the face of their triad, the one that wood the crowd with her feminine wiles and smooth, buttery voice. His face flushing, he searched frantically for a familiar face in the crowd, someone to greet.

His thoughts lingered on Sinead, the killer redhead that ran this place. She was the one that gave him the keys, and ever since, he knew there was a connection. Although he wasn't the sort to take girls home with him, his thoughts frequently drifted to her throughout the performances. The key is a sign, he told himself. A token, a go-ahead. He could see himself with his fingers in her gorgeous red hair, peeling that dress off her and-

He caught himself and shook his head. She was far from eligible, and he was hardly the man for her. Finally, with nothing to say, he mumbled an introduction for Kathy, who riled up the crowd with her racy charisma. Not until those two had started up their set, did Wes's heart slow. Lost in the music, he could finally relax.

Or, perhaps he could, if it weren't for that awful whore with the wedding ring, taunting him and every other bachelor in the audience with her voice, her body up on display, to see but not to touch. She moved her perfect body just a few feet from him, unaware. Or, perhaps she was. Smirking inside with a scorn for the other men in the audience, the witch driving all the red-blooded gents in the club to madness. Surely, it wasn't just him?

Regardless, he kept playing into the night, although his switch to minor key set a wet blanket over the festivities that evening.

 

[Misty Gray]

Chief Inspector Conway

Conway walked deeper into the apartment and turned the corner to enter the dining room. From a distance, he saw Natasha slumped in one of the dining room chairs. On a closer look, she was tied to the chair. However, that wasn't the main detail that struck him. Her face, neck and torso were covered in the blood which had escaped from the bullet hole in the centre of her forehead. Fully focused on the lifeless body of his mistress, he rushed closer, quickly shaking his head at the sight. Such a beautiful woman, wasted in an instant. He wasn't so much shocked by the sight - in his line of work he's seen many dead bodies with many different causes of death. He was upset that Natasha had been killed. More than anything, he was shocked that someone would dare to do this to him.

Of course, Conway knew he wasn't alone and from the corner of his eye he sighted Montag seated at the table, gun in hand and possibly ready to fire again. "You sick fuck..." the Inspector coldly began. He slowly turned his head to face the lawyer, at the same time as instinctively reaching for his gun - the gun that wasn't there. "What is so important that you had to murder an innocent woman to get? You already had my attention at your office. What game are you playing, you piece of shit?" he angrily asked. His face was much redder than usual as he forced back the distress he was feeling for Natasha. As selfish and cold as he was himself, Conway didn't like it when innocents got dragged into this business.

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[Enzyme]

Nikolai Kuznetsov​

Nikolai was ready to see James on the other side of the door, so he was taken aback by the sudden embrace from the girl. The Russian guards had simultaneously moved for their handguns as the door violently flew open, but relaxed once they realized who it was. Nikolai, towering over her, looked down with a seldom smile. Despite how he usually hated short pecks, he was perfectly content. He always felt uncomfortable displaying affection in front of his men. "I'm afraid I didn't have time. Every waking moment was business, and every dream was being back here with you." Nikolai moved his thumb to Persephone's chin and raised her head lightly. "You were worth the wait." He placed a kiss on the top of her head, his men making curious eye contact with each other.

The Russians stepped inside, immediately feeling the intense atmosphere. They silently walked through the dark halls until reaching the light of the dining hall, the family too enveloped in their drama to seemingly notice. "I hope i'm not intruding," Nikolai said, his thick Russian accent slicing through the air. His hazel eyes locked with James. He didn't have to say a word, but from the stare, James should've known exactly why he was here. As he slowly stepped foward, the serrated scar on his eye glistening in the incandescent light. Nikolai looked down to the dinner table. "Looks good." He looked back up to James. "When you have a moment to speak," He pointed his thumb to the other room.

Nikolai's eyes fell on the family pictures in the living room. If he hadn't known them, he would've assumed they were a rich family who made an honest living. Nikolai found it interesting how two-faced someone could really be. The most despicable people were often social butterflies and loved by everyone. They lived in the mentality that they were royalty. He had destroyed many families that were just like this one. He had seen happy family portraits burnt to cinder and ash while the house was set ablaze. For him, business and family were interchangeable. If you acted carelessly towards your business partners, your family was not untouchable. For Nikolai, no punishment was out of line.

Misty Gray (James & Conor) wendy (Persephone) Bellz (Lucy)

 

[ReverseTex]

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Conway - Misty Gray

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M O N T A G

Montag let Conway be, as he sat silently within the shadows of the corner of the room he occupied. Watching a person had always intrigued the man, starting the habit years ago in the orphanage, and his hobby didn’t fail now. The sorrow the Inspector was feeling, one that should not be felt by a married man, radiating through the room like a wave...

Conway’s sudden movement as he had been spotted, then the reach for the nonexistent gun humored him. He knew his lab rat was cornered, now it was time for the experiment... “You see...” Cutting himself off once again with gunfire as he began to approach the Inspector, this time not wishing for a fatal shot, just debilitating. The calf would do... Conway crumpled instantly, Now for the next move... “

“The funny thing about this night is that it wasn’t planned?! You just happened to intrigue my curiosity, calling for this experiment of mine! Now the first trial didn’t go as I initially hoped, but this one... I think i’ll hit my strive.” Montag tilted his head, waiting for the feeling of regret, or maybe pity for the man... But none came. Odd...? Maybe... Interupting his own thoughts again, he fired the third shot of the night into Conway’s stomach, the next one he planned to be his final. But he wasn’t inhumane, he’d allow the pig it’s last oinks.

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter​

James sat back in his seat as Lucy made her feelings known to Conor, loud and very clear. As easy as it might have been to feel bad for Conor in that moment, James felt this was long overdue and he was glad Lucy had spoken out like that. He cared about Conor and he cared about the family's business, but the guy's reckless behaviour was becoming a risk all round. Even after Lucy's words and Conor's submission, there was clearly something else on the younger man's mind and James expected Lucy would see it too. He was about to make it clear Conor was to remain in the family home for the night when an unexpected guest entered the dining room. It was the familiar Russian and thanks to the pre-dinner conversation with Montag and Jackson, James was sure he knew the purpose of the visit. He got up from his seat and sent Lucy a glance which shifted to Conor, hoping she would keep him at the house rather than let him go off to no doubt drink again.

James followed Nikolai into the living room. If the two men shared one thing in common, it was a distaste for small talk, so the Irish boss felt freer than ever to cut it out completely in this exchange. There were various decanters and clean glasses on the side and the Russian usually helped himself if he wanted a drink, so James would leave him to do so on his own accord. He knew at least one reason for Nikolai's presence and he wouldn't insult his intelligence by acting ignorant of it.

"It's unfortunate you had to come out of your way here tonight," he pointed out. Sure, Persephone was probably a bonus for the Russian, but James chose to step back from that affair. She was old enough to make her own decisions on the romantic front and he was sure she would tell him as much herself. "It turns out I don't employ the best accountants. I expect by now you've notice the reduced funds too. I can show you the books and you can pick the figures apart," he suggested. James' face remained straight, after all, he was being perfectly open and honest so there was no sign of betrayal to escape his features. "The fact is, we've had a reduced number of renewals from the small businesses paying up their protection. A fact I was only recently made aware of. Some of my men are due to head out to the city to begin rectifying this tonight. The rest of the businesses will be dealt with over the coming days. The businesses in question will be renewing soon enough. You'll be getting the cut you're used to. And at least one of my incompetent accountants will be taken care of."

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[Enzyme]

Nikolai Kuznetsov

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Nikolai kept his arms crossed and his gaze on the fireplace as James entered the room. He nodded his head lightly as James stated how unfortunate it was that he had to fly out here tonight. "It is isn't it? I had a couple of zodrotas to take care of back at home." He listened to James explain the lack of payments, not once looking over at him. Instead, his eyes traced back down to the family pictures. His eyes particularly fell on a photograph of his kids. He slowly reached out and picked up the picture frame. "You have beautiful children. I can see the potential they hold, so young and full of life." He moved the frame so James could see. "I know it isn't possible, but I could swear she has Lucy's eyes." He slowly put down the picture frame, moving for the cigar pouch in his jacket pocket.

"I don't need to see the books, you need to make sure they look exactly how you want them to." He used the chrome zippo lighter to ignite the tip of his cigar. After a few tokes, the tip burned a crimson red. "If your men make mistakes, then they don't fear you enough. Ireland has no shortage of accountants and you have no shortage of bullets." He finally looked up to James, his piercing eyes suggesting something sinister behind his corneas. "Don't let these people make a fool of you. You're an excellent leader. Let me give you some advice I learned from decades of experience, If you have to do something to remind them who you are, something... Unspeakable," Nikolai stepped closer to James so their faces were near inches apart. "Do it." He lowered his gaze at James, showing how deathly serious he was. "I will be around for Lucy's birthday tomorrow. We can discuss business further." He nodded to James, before turning out the door.

He walked back into the dining room and raised his hand in a subtle wave to the rest of the family. As he was moving back into the hallway, he rested his open palm on Persephone's back. "Come walk with me." He moved with the woman outside of the door and back out into the cold air. One of the Russian men opened the door for him, but he raised his hand and kept walking. "I don't like to say this infront of my men, but I missed you more than I can ever explain." He nodded to the Porter guards as he left the property and walked out into the street. Suddenly stopping in his tracks, he turned to her and gripped both of her palms. "Ireland is becoming unsafe, their worker's union is growing more powerful by the day. Soon, i'll fear for your safety."

Misty Gray (James) wendy (Persephone)