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Tatiana Moretti
The tenderness that Tatiana had previously fantasised about finding with Rebel seemed by now to have been completely overpowered by their mutual distrust. Even at the start, knowing that she would have to turn against her, she had done everything she could to form some sort of connection. She could have got straight to the point the moment she had arrived at the hotel - she could have stormed the place, held her at gunpoint while she was still in the bath. But her heart wouldn’t let her. As it turned out, her efforts to form a bond with Rebel had gone to waste and she had ended up stabbing her in the back.
Tatiana watched as the woman struggled against the handcuffs, growing increasingly frustrated. She looked so undignified and Tatiana felt bad for having to put her in such a position. Or perhaps it was simply regret for having to resign all hope of ever winning her heart. Hearing her shorten her name to ‘Tati’ - a nickname used only by those who knew her intimately - drove her to look away with a sigh, and she had to consciously draw her eyes back to the woman as she continued to make her case.
The idea of there being a snake in the Moretti gang wasn’t impossible to believe - after all, it was worth covering all possibilities - but Tatiana didn’t think it likely. Her father was much too powerful; nobody would dare turn up late to a meeting, let alone betray him with a violent attack on his youngest daughter. Rebel seemed oddly firm in her belief that the blame should be pointed towards a Moretti affiliate, though it was hard to tell whether her desperation to be unshackled was playing into it. “I’m sure my father will leave no stone unturned,” she assured her. “But given what’s happening in this city, you can hardly blame us for investigating the mob first. I’m sure your people would have done the same."
After a moment, Tatiana decided she had had enough of watching Rebel struggle. “I’m going to free you, okay?” she announced, slowly migrating towards the bed. “But I should warn you now, I didn’t come to Montauk alone. I have back-up here and my father also knows exactly where I am, so if you so much as lay a hand on me when I release you, you’ll pay for it in ways you can’t even imagine. It's like you said - we work with the worst kinds of people.” There was a pause, and Tatiana’s eyes slowly drifted from Rebel’s hand up to her eyes. “Okay. I’m going to free you.” Her voice softened as she climbed onto the bed. It would be up to Rebel whether she wanted to ignore Tatiana’s warning and take her chances, but Tatiana thought acting calm while making herself vulnerable to attack might encourage Rebel to keep her composure. She gently leaned towards her and unlocked the handcuffs, not moving from where she sat once she was done. “You gave me information to take home, so I have no reason to hurt you,” she reasoned, in a soft but steady voice. “I’m sorry I had to do that.”
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Bellz Rebel
The tenderness that Tatiana had previously fantasised about finding with Rebel seemed by now to have been completely overpowered by their mutual distrust. Even at the start, knowing that she would have to turn against her, she had done everything she could to form some sort of connection. She could have got straight to the point the moment she had arrived at the hotel - she could have stormed the place, held her at gunpoint while she was still in the bath. But her heart wouldn’t let her. As it turned out, her efforts to form a bond with Rebel had gone to waste and she had ended up stabbing her in the back.
Tatiana watched as the woman struggled against the handcuffs, growing increasingly frustrated. She looked so undignified and Tatiana felt bad for having to put her in such a position. Or perhaps it was simply regret for having to resign all hope of ever winning her heart. Hearing her shorten her name to ‘Tati’ - a nickname used only by those who knew her intimately - drove her to look away with a sigh, and she had to consciously draw her eyes back to the woman as she continued to make her case.
The idea of there being a snake in the Moretti gang wasn’t impossible to believe - after all, it was worth covering all possibilities - but Tatiana didn’t think it likely. Her father was much too powerful; nobody would dare turn up late to a meeting, let alone betray him with a violent attack on his youngest daughter. Rebel seemed oddly firm in her belief that the blame should be pointed towards a Moretti affiliate, though it was hard to tell whether her desperation to be unshackled was playing into it. “I’m sure my father will leave no stone unturned,” she assured her. “But given what’s happening in this city, you can hardly blame us for investigating the mob first. I’m sure your people would have done the same."
After a moment, Tatiana decided she had had enough of watching Rebel struggle. “I’m going to free you, okay?” she announced, slowly migrating towards the bed. “But I should warn you now, I didn’t come to Montauk alone. I have back-up here and my father also knows exactly where I am, so if you so much as lay a hand on me when I release you, you’ll pay for it in ways you can’t even imagine. It's like you said - we work with the worst kinds of people.” There was a pause, and Tatiana’s eyes slowly drifted from Rebel’s hand up to her eyes. “Okay. I’m going to free you.” Her voice softened as she climbed onto the bed. It would be up to Rebel whether she wanted to ignore Tatiana’s warning and take her chances, but Tatiana thought acting calm while making herself vulnerable to attack might encourage Rebel to keep her composure. She gently leaned towards her and unlocked the handcuffs, not moving from where she sat once she was done. “You gave me information to take home, so I have no reason to hurt you,” she reasoned, in a soft but steady voice. “I’m sorry I had to do that.”
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Bellz Rebel