MANOLO DE LA PEÑA
Shapeshifter
Posts: 36
Age:
33
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
If only hell didn’t feel like home
Last seen May 14, 2024 19:36:23 GMT
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Post by MANOLO DE LA PEÑA on Apr 19, 2024 15:17:18 GMT
There weren’t many things that took Manny off guard because he was constantly on high alert. But finding a naked woman in his kitchen, who he hadn’t slept with, did catch him off guard. That bitch had some nerve walking into Manny’s kitchen bold as hell. Granted, the whole reason she was there was because Manny purchased a jaguar which turned out to be some werecreature. What were the fucking odds? However, he quickly found out that Ruby had bigger balls than most of the employees. She didn’t step away from him when he was waving his knife around in the area, instead she just glared at him, demanding a robe. He admired her fearless attitude. Having some naked werecreature strolling around his house was the least of his worries though. The cops had intercepted a meeting between his guys and a bunch of clients, who were looking to buy some illegal guns. When the call came in, Manny nearly snapped his cellphone in half with sheer anger. How the fuck did they know? The only reasonable explanation in Manny’s mind was there was a snitch on the inside. A rat had managed to scurry into the gang, feeding vital information back to the cops. It wasn’t the first time a snitch had been found in the gang though. It was inevitable. The cops approached his men using their words of persuasion to get them on side. Most of them are promised lenient sentences if they help. The smart ones would decline, the weak ones would jump at the chance, terrified of being locked away. Prison would have been a walk in the park compared to the hell which awaited them when Manny found out. It was never a matter of if he found out, it was when he found out because he always did. Eyes everywhere. Thankfully it had only happened a few times. All the men who snitched were of course dead, suffering until their very last breath. Manny stomped over to the club, almost ripping the front door off its hinges when he yanked it open. The spotlight wasn’t on Luc, as far as Manny was concerned. Luc had zero reason to be scared of the cops, but perhaps he was someone he brought in on the job. His fist banged loudly against Luc’s office door before he walked in. “We’ve got a problem.” He walked over to Luc’s shelf of liquor, grabbing one of the bottles of whiskey. He tore the lid off with his teeth, letting it fall to the floor before taking a large swig of the whiskey, “A few nights ago our men were stopped up in St. Louis by the cops. They intercepted the meeting. Everyone has been arrested.” Hopefully none of them would rattle in an interview, “I think we have a snitch. Someone tipped off the cops… we need to find them and kill them.” Remove their vital organs with a rusty spoon was the first option that sprung to mind for Manny. LUC FOURNIER
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 58
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen May 9, 2024 19:20:28 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on May 9, 2024 18:33:31 GMT
A dozen times in the last few weeks he’d considered calling Ingrid to apologise for ever having wanted to be her equal. It would’ve been nothing like dealing on his own. Then he had made his own hours, had taken off for months, or years, at a time if he felt like it. Beholden to nobody, not even his clients – there were plenty of other sellers across the world if they really wanted to push matters – he had been a free agent. As captain of the ship, even if it was just in Ingrid’s stead, there would’ve been people clinging to his coat tails like snot faced toddler’s to their mother’s skirts. The club felt little better. How on earth did Hector cope with all of this?
When Hector had been put into the stone for his own protection it had felt like it would be a short term measure. The witch had been certain that there was a cure out there and Linc going into the stone with Hector just a few hours later had given her some real incentive to figure out how to undo the whole thing. In a few days they’d both be cured and he could go back to just visiting the club on occasion to see how his investment in the place was going. Rowan would stop squinting at him when he walked into the office, as though she thought he was betraying her idol somehow. If Ingrid suspected what he was doing, then she hadn’t decided to use it against him yet. He had left her once to strike out on his own as a weapons dealer, there would be no third chance for him if he decided to do just that again. She would cut her ties and probably make sure he was miserable for the rest of his long, long life. Although, if they didn’t get Hector out, he might just be that way anyway.
Luc propped his elbows on his desk and stared down at the two books in front of him. His fingers laced on top of his head, as though it would help lock in the information Magnus had reeled off about how Magnus conducted his business. Apparently those centuries the two of them had on him made all the difference in understanding this. Why they couldn’t have just caught up with the times was beyond him. Technology was there to make your life easier, not to sit there blankly when you fell back on ways that had vanished right along with the dinosaurs. Perhaps if he had allowed Manny and his people to take charge of that sort of thing with their deal he would have been doubly screwed with this. He had kept up with the times though.
An hour later he was finally shoving the books back into the safe in the corner of his office. Tomorrow, if he could spare the time, Magnus could pick over his workings, like a parent poring over their child’s homework. He settled back at his desk, reaching for the half full glass of whiskey. The ice had long since melted, muting the flavour, but he still sipped at it. When the bang rattled the door in its frame, he scowled over the top of it. His expression froze when Manny stomped in without any response from him. ”Another?” Luc asked on a sigh. The last time someone had stormed in like this, it was Hector. His desk had been splintered then, Hector turning a piece of it on him under the influence of the virus.
Leaning back in his seat, Luc felt the extra weight of a possible situation settle on his shoulders. ”You’re welcome to help yourself,” he told Manny dryly as his moved over to his makeshift liquor cabinet. Manners had certainly passed the man by. Luc grit his teeth, holding back any further comment, he really didn’t want to have to refurbish the whole place when Manny lost his temper. ”Our men…” Luc echoed, suppressing the fuck that wanted to tear out of him. ”Your people were arrested. Are they still in custody?” A quick release probably would have been a bad sign, the men sprung all the faster for reporting on their bosses.
Heat sizzled beneath Luc’s skin, misting up the glass before he set it down and shoved it away from himself. Just when it had seemed as though their plates were full of trouble, room had been made for another steaming pile of shit. Luc barked out incredulous laughter as he stared at Manny. ”You’re certain it wasn’t just your people screwing up? I’m all for getting rid of the problems, but I’d like proof before I start dropping bodies.” And this was why Hector had warned him about the business he’d been conducting right under his nose. Manny was a loose cannon and right now his fuse seemed to be smoking.
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