Summary: "There's something about him that's keeping me up at night, making my stomach feel like it's turned to mush and making me feel like when I try to talk, nothing comes out but gibberish." Luck agrees to watch Dallas for Eve while she goes away for a business trip, and finds that much has changed within the man. Their relationship grows.
[March, 1935]
"I know this is much to ask of you, Mister Gandor, but if you could please watch my brother Dallas for me for a few months then I would be very happy." The young girl in front of him, Eve Genoard, bowed her head as she spoke, not meeting Luck Gandor's eyes. "And of course, there would be monetary compensation for you! I don't expect you to do something like this for free."
"Why exactly is it that you want me to watch your brother?" Luck leaned back in the chair behind the desk he was sitting at, watching the girl fidget in her seat through lidded golden eyes. Although Luck was no fan of her elder brother, Dallas, and Eve knew that, he was willing to hear her out, at least. He didn't like Dallas, but he liked Eve; he reminded her of what he could have been, had he not become a mafioso.
"Well, the Runoratas are still after him, and he's much too skittish to be anywhere else," Eve explained. "And—don't tell him I said this—I don't trust him to be on his own. I know that you and your brothers will take good care of him." Luck inhaled sharply as he leaned forward again, folding his hands on his desktop. Eve was looking straight at him now, her cerulean eyes wide with hope and innocence. Dammit. There it was again.
"Alright." He agreed, nodding his head. "Alright. I'll do it. We can discuss payment later, once I can judge how much he'll cost us." It took all of his self-control and restraint not to call Dallas a filthy mutt, or trash, reminding himself that Eve thought very highly of him. And, at least for now, he didn't feel like making Eve upset with him.
At his words, Eve smiled, bowing her head once in appreciation before she stood, exchanging a few more words with Luck about her brother's tendencies, before she left the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Sighing, Luck leaned back in his chair, rubbing at his eyes wearily with his fingers. His brothers were right.
He'd really become too soft.
Well, here I am with yet another story. Yes, I know, I am highly irresponsible, off writing another fanfic when I can barely finish the ones that I already have, but I couldn't hold back the plot bunny for this one and it kind of grew. I have a very interesting plot in mind for this story, so be on the lookout for more chapters. Don't forget to review, please! I love reviews, and they don't necessarily have to be "perfect!", if you think I can do something better, then please, don't hesitate to tell me.