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Pfft, yes, this update was really quick. I'm really enjoying writing this out, so yeah. Hopefully you all enjoy it. Thank you so much to everyone who is reading along so far. c:
Before Lovino knew it, the small apartment was full of people. Feliciano was standing next to him, wrapped around his arm like a lost child. His grandfather stood in the doorway, leaning against the wooden door as his eyes lingered among the three other men standing in the apartment. Those three men were known rather well through the city, though Romulus had only met two of them. The two he met both had light hair, one longer than the other and pulled back. They always had devilish grins painted on their faces, which Romulus didn't exactly favor. The third man, he hadn't met before, but he had heard of the young man. "Lovino, why did you call them here?" Romulus spoke, not letting his gaze budge from the three men. Lovino crossed his arms as he huffed, taking a quick glance at the lighter blonde. "Because I was going to have Gilbert help me clean up the mess. I wasn't expecting you to come running over, too." Gilbert smirked as he took a step towards Alanzo's body, nudging the arm lightly with his foot. "We can take care of him, but that doesn't mean the police aren't already on their way here. These walls are paper thin, someone must have heard the shot and panicked."
Lovino looked away, staring at the floorboards as he felt Feliciano tighten his grip around his arm. "I don't want you to go to jail." Feliciano whispered, his eyes starting to tear up. Lovino stayed quiet, waiting for his grandfather to give him some kind of direction as to how to handle the situation. Romulus was at a lose at what to do, though. He could bring his grandson into hiding to keep him away from the police, but he knew Lovino wouldn't be fond of the idea. Romulus wasn't as high in the mafia as he'd like to think, so pulling strings with the police could take a while since he wasn't exactly the head man in charge. It would take a little more than convincing to get his boss to lend him a hand.
The three men, who Romulus wasn't exactly fond of, were already moving towards the body to dispose of it. "We'll take care of this. Just go do what you need to do, alright?" The third man spoke, who went by Antonio, as he looked up and down the two Vargas brothers, knowing exactly what they were off to do. Oh, how he'd love to see those two boys crawl across the stage. As if reading his mind, Gilbert spoke up next. "Maybe we'll stop by once we're done here if we have time." Romulus shifted irritably as he heard those words come out of Gilbert's mouth. "Stay away from them, Beilschmidt. Don't give me more of a reason to shut your lights out." The three boys who stood before Romulus were already problem enough without them chasing after his grandsons. They were the infamous trio that were hiding in the shadows and running from the police, robbing banks on their free time. They weren't with the mafia at all, but they certainly held a threat to the mob's business.
Lovino looked up when he heard Antonio's voice, his own eyes scanning over the well built man. He wore a nice suit that accompanied his bright green eyes rather nicely. Oh, but like hell Lovino was admiring them. Hell no, he'd never do such a thing. Lovino grinned as Feliciano started to pull him towards the door to leave. "Whatever." Unlike his grandfather, Lovino didn't really have a clue who these men were. Gilbert was a long time friend, someone he met at a bar, but other than that, he didn't know of their dirty deeds. He only liked talking to him while he was lonely, but he couldn't care less about what the man did for a living. He hardly payed attention to the bustle of talk in the newspaper, much less bothered to put two and two together to realize he befriended one of the most wanted men in Chicago.
Before the two could make it to the door, Francis, the other blonde haired man, spoke up. "What did the poor guy do, anyways?" Lovino stopped and stared up at Francis, his eyes narrowing as he spoke, grin still lingering on his lips. "The bastard had it coming. Besides, it doesn't sit well with me when people treat my brother like a sex toy." With that, the brothers left the apartment, leaving Romulus and the other three men to take care of the mess.
It didn't take long for the trio to get rid of the body. Romulus left quickly to go speak with his own boss, leaving the three to go do as planned and try to catch a live preview of what the italian boys pursued as a career. To say the three were curious to see them in action was an understatement.
When they arrived to the small building, they went inside and pushed through the crowd of people. Smoke filled the air, the room dark and dimly lit. Music played in the background of muffled conversations, voices singing over it all. Blue lights pointed towards the stage, two figures already dancing around for the half interested audience. The three stopped at a comfortable distance, watching the two figures move on the stage. Gilbert and Francis watched for pure pleasure, only interested in the revealing clothes and suggestive movements of both boys. Antonio, on the other hand, paid close attention to Lovino. His eyes stayed glued to the boy, not even noticing that Feliciano was on the stage as well. All he cared to see was Lovino. Something about the fiery italian caught his eye, but Antonio couldn't exactly put his finger on what it was.
Antonio stayed focus on Lovino, slowly blocking out the rest of the crowd around him as he became mesmerized by Lovino. The way he moved with the music, his body twisting, bending, and turning to the beats so easily was a sight to see. Antonio could only wonder why the boys weren't as popular as they'd hope to be one day. Not to mention, that voice, that perfect pitch along with the adorable pronunciation of each word that came out from those spicy lips. Something about the italian had Antonio wanting more. He wanted to know about every part of Lovino, every curve of his body, ever tick that made him mad, every sweet spot that made his legs weak from pleasure, every thought that went through that adorable little head of his. Lovino would be his.
Before the show was over, Antonio was ripped from his day dream as he felt Francis nudging his arm. "Toni, we need to get out of here. The cops are here." Gilbert glanced over to the door of the joint before looking back to Antonio and Francis. "We're, for once, not the ones they're after and I, for one, would rather get out of here now because we do become the targets." Antonio glared at Gilbert as if it was his fault the police were here in the first place. He kept his mouth shut though, no protests escaping his lips as he pushed through his two friends to leave the building, both following closely behind him. They left casually, acting as if they knew nothing of the situation.
Once the Vargas finished their show, the lights went dim and the exited the stage together. Lovino led the way back stage, Feliciano nearly stepping on his heels at how close he was following behind. "We'll go stay at Nonno's for now." Lovino muttered under his breath as he grabbed a bag full of his things, Feliciano gathering his own in a separate bag. Once they were both ready, they exchanged a could words with a few different people, smiles stamped on their faces, before exiting the building through the back door. Though, Lovino stopped and shock at what he saw. "Stop right there, both of you. You're under arrest." Two cops stood in front of him, blocking the way for the brothers to leave. Lovino's jaw dropped, gaping at the two police officers standing in front of him. He looked like a deer in head lights. Feliciano panicked, looking at his brother through the corner of his eye. He waited, hoping his brother would defend himself. Instead, he stayed silent, which meant Feliciano had to try and speak up. "W-what for? I d-don't understand what we did?" Feliciano stuttered out, becoming more and more nervous as the cops came closer towards them.
The police men soon had the two in hand cuffs, neither of them fighting to get away. Lovino was still quiet as Feliciano pleaded to the men, telling them everything was a mistake and they had it all wrong. The police weren't budging, though. Gilbert's prediction was right. Someone heard the gun shot at the apartment and called the cops, only to find a blood soaked floor and a gun, but no body to be found. "One of you fired that gun, and we're going to figure out which one of you did it. Unless you'd both like to play dumb and sit in the block together, you're choice." As the two men pushed the brothers towards the vehicle, Lovino finally spoke up. "It was me. Feliciano had nothing to do with it, let him go. I did it all on my free will, he's innocent. Please, j-just let him go, dammit!" Lovino pleaded out his cries as he leaned towards his brother as if he'd magically break free to save Feliciano from this horrible mess he'd gotten them into.
The two officers looked at each other, trying to decide if it were the truth or not. Feliciano broke out into sobs, calling for his brother as one police man held him back while the other pushed Lovino into the car. Once Lovino was locked into one of the cars, the police man took the cuffs off Feliciano and stepped away to walk back to his own vehicle. "You're free to go, kid." Lovino stared out the window at his brother, tears rolling down his rosy cheeks as the car slowly drove off. Feliciano just stood there, sobbing and clutching at his shirt for comfort, hoping he'd wake up from this horrible dream and it'd all be a lie. It had to be a lie, his brother couldn't be locked up in jail. He just couldn't! What would he do without Lovino? Feliciano felt lost.
After letting himself cry for a good while, Feliciano finally walked out from behind the building. He couldn't stay there all night and cry, hell, it was getting late. Really late. He dragged his feet to the corner of the street, stopping and waiting for his chance to walk to the other side. He stood there silently while staring at the ground, his cheeks pink and his eyes red and swollen from crying. He brought one hand up to his face, gently rubbing away wet tears from his eyes before letting his hand drop back down to his side. He continued to stare at the ground, his eyes wondering from the side walk to the road and back and forth, not sure which was better to look at. He picked the road as a tire came into view, his eyes fixed on the rims and studying the way it fit the wheel.
Startled, Feliciano looked up as he heard a voice speaking to him. "Looks like you're in a bit of trouble." Feliciano's eyes met with an emerald stare. Antonio was the one talking to him from inside the car, he was one of the men from earlier. "Y-yeah." Feliciano's voice was weak and scratchy, his throat dry and soar. Antonio smirked, which left Feliciano a bit confused. "Get in. We can help." Feliciano just stared at him, still confused on why the hell these guys were even talking to him still. What were they going to do to help other than piss of his grandfather? When the backdoor of the black car opened, Feliciano's stare shifted to the open door. "Get in." Antonio repeated, which made Feliciano glance back at Antonio once more before hesitantly taking a step towards the back door. When he climbed inside, he was met with Gilbert in the back seat with him, Francis in the driver's seat, and Antonio in the passenger's seat. "Are you guys really going to help Lovino and I? What can you even do?" Feliciano felt a mix of emotion between confused and stupid as he spoke his question, only because it was followed be joined laughter from the three other men in the car. "Feli, you're running with the big boys now. What can't we do?" Feliciano just bit his lip as set back into the seat, deciding it would be best to keep quiet until the three were ready to tell him what was going on.