Author's Note:

I really loved Scarface, and hated that he died. This fanfic is probably set in an AU, depending on how the story goes. I hope it's not OOC or anything; if you find any problem, please do comment and advise.

These short chapters are NOT in time order, and may be a little bit confusing. Each chapter are also kinda irrelevant to each other, but contributes to the story at whole. And…Be aware of word play! – I'm very into it.

This is defiantly an OC/Scarface, and a slight OC/Elias. Be sure to R&R! I'd appreciate it.


"Loyalty." The nearly bald man looked across the table while cutting his expensive steak.

"What?" The women looked up from her wine of glass the man offered her; she looked puzzled.

He put his knife and fork down, and took his glasses off to rub his eyes out of frustration. "Loyalty is all he wants."

"Are you implying that I'm being unfaithful?" She frowned at him questionably, "Elias."

There always had been misunderstandings between them, but this time it seemed heated.

"No Iris." He had no choice but to sigh deeply before he started to blame her for things she could not possibly accomplish due to her responsibilities in the field. "He needs you to be there – beside him; not running around on the outside getting shot all the time. You risk your life, and get nothing from it. He doubts the ability of our mutual friends. "

"I don't understand. You're saying he's jealous of them? Please, it's only a part time job because you and your old buddy won't let me in your little kingdom of gangsters. " She drank a sip of wine and said, "Besides, we all need to take risks. It's only the matter of big or small. One's already dead because of you and them. "

"He only wishes to protect you." He knew what she was doing: running away from problems she didn't want to face. He just wanted to state to obvious.

Protect?

"Are you serious Elias? Protect me? You should be the person he's protecting. " The word had seemed to touch one of her sensitive spots. "I don't need protection from someone who's purposely left me to die. I don't care and don't want it."

She stood up from her chair rudely. "Now, why don't you tell him my exact words."

A few deep breathes and she continued. "Screw you, Anthony." Her annoyance towards this other man named Anthony was obvious as she was gesturing each word for the man in front of her. "I don't give a shit," she paused a few seconds to get her point through. "Of what you want me to do for you." Taking her winter coat behind the chair, the women stormed out of the dark basement without saying goodbye to Elias.

After the footsteps faded, another figure emerged from the shadows.

"Well, that wasn't so surprising." Elias said sarcastically.

Not wanting to show any fury or disappointment, the other man simply showed a bitter smile behind Elias. "It was expected." He answered his boss with a hoarse voice.

Elias turned his head and looked at the man doubtfully.

Or maybe not.

Anthony glared at the direction the women left; his hands were in his jacket pocket, acting casually like her words didn't mean a thing to him.

He felt something inside of him rumble.