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collabwithmyself · 4 years

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1-2: Turnabout Transaction (1/2)

"Sounds like you had your work cut out for you," Mia laughed later that day. She was perched on the edge of Miles's desk in Edgeworth and Co. Law Offices, playing with the clock Larry had chosen to give him.

"You can have that, you know," Miles said absentmindedly, rereading the paperwork he'd filled out. "It's a little too hands-on to be convenient for me."

"Really? Thanks, Miles." Mia smiled, tilting The Thinker forward and listening to it speak the time - 5:07. "I've been meaning to get a knickknack like this one to spruce up the office a little."

Miles adjusted his glasses and set down his pen. "As much as I appreciate the visit for congratulations..."

"You're too perceptive," Mia sighed, squeezing the statue in her hands. "I... dropped by to let you know I'm almost done."

"Good." Miles nodded firmly. "It's dangerous, what you're doing. I'd hate for anything to happen to you."

"We both need this closure, Miles, and so do so many other people. It's a risk I'm willing to take. We've talked about this."

Miles swallowed heavily. "It's just... don't let your guard down just because you're close, all right? Anything could happen."

Mia gave him a gentle nudge with the head of the statue, which triggered it again.

"I think it's... 5:11!"

"Hey. Miles. Look at me. It's gonna be okay." She gave him a confident smile. "White's not gonna know what hit him."

⁂

Her last sentiment rung painfully in his ears as he stared down at the name and number given to him courtesy of one Maya Fey. To his surprise, he felt righteous fury bubbling up in his chest. He was not going to allow one of the men that had ruined Mia and Maya's lives to defend the latter in court. It was bad enough Mia had sought out employment under Grossberg to dig for information once she discovered where the leak had originated from. He wouldn't let Maya owe him anything the way Mia owed him her first steps as an attorney.

"I can't allow this," he said firmly.

Maya's eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. "Wh-- huh?"

"I know Grossberg. He's not trustworthy. Whatever your sister saw in him..." He trailed off and shook his head. "Let me try someone else. A mutual acquaintance of ours. Maybe he--"

"What, so what Sis wanted isn't good enough for you?" Maya petulantly puffed out her cheeks, a gesture befitting of someone far younger than her. "You don't trust her?"

He wanted to trust her. He really did. Perhaps... his own opinion was clouding his mind.

"...I'll speak with him," he finally conceded, even as his heart screamed he was making the wrong choice.

⁂

His frustration at his largely unpleasant interaction with that coward must've showed more than he thought it did, because the biggest man on the scene shrunk away from him when he stormed into Fey and Co. and made a beeline for him.

"Are you the one in charge of this investigation?" he snarled, in no mood to check his manners.

"Y-Yes, sir!" the man choked out, cowed. "Detective Dick Gumshoe, sir! But, uh, aren't you--?"

"I'm representing Maya Fey," Miles snapped with more authority than he honestly felt. He hoped the detective wasn't perceptive enough to see through his white lie.

He felt a pang of nervousness as the detective suddenly straightened and laughed. Had he been seen through?

"Hah, sorry, pal, but you've got no hope of winning this one! Prosecutor von Karma's on the case!"

Miles's blood ran cold. "You... you mean to say," he said slowly, "Manfred von Karma is taking this case?"

He remembered the man clearly even after all this time, the way he'd been so smug in court, the way he'd trembled with hatred when his father had--

"Huh? Oh, uh..." The detective shuffled his feet. "No, his... y'know. His... his kid. The older one."

That... wasn't much better news, but it released a little of the anxiety that had collected in his gut. The demon prosecutor was frightening, but not as much as the god of prosecutors. "Ah. You mean Sascha."

Gumshoe flinched, and then puffed his chest out in a sudden fit of anger. "I-- you-- you better call Prosecutor von Karma by the proper title," he asserted, jabbing a finger into Miles hard enough to make him stumble backwards. "Got it, pal?"

Miles adjusted his glasses, bewildered. Where had that come from?

⁂

The strange interaction had been all but forgotten by the time he returned to Maya with her cell phone and Grossberg's rejection. The girl looked so forlorn, and it made Miles's heart ache.

"I've heard stories about Miss von Karma from Mia," she mumbled. "She was kind of a brat, but... she was really good. She's probably only gotten better since Mia went up against her. I'm totally doomed, aren't I?"

Miles hesitated. His hand went to his badge, pinned to the lapel of his father's overcoat.

"Not if I have anything to say about it, Miss Fey."

Maya looked at his badge, gleaming in the evening sunlight filtering in from the barred windows, then into his eyes.

"Mia talked about you sometimes, too, Mr. Edgeworth. She said you were really smart... and Mia was really smart, so that means a lot coming from her."

Miles felt his cheeks color a little. "I... she... erm."

"I think... if anyone's gonna stand a chance against Miss von Karma, it's gonna be you, Mr. Edgeworth, even if you're still new." She leaned forward in her chair. "Will... will you defend me?"

Miles was surprised to find himself breaking into a relieved smile. "I'd be honored."

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"Court is now in session for the trial of Maya Fey. Is the prosecution ready?"

"The prosecution is ready, your honor," von Karma said coldly. Despite the bags under her eyes, and her thin frame only partially disguised by her skirt and ruffly sleeves, she stood tall and imposing, glaring at Miles from across the courtroom with an intensity that threatened to make him tremble.

"And the defense?"

Miles swallowed thickly. He had the oddest sense of deja vu. Perhaps it was the paper he'd first caught sight of her in, four years ago, giving her the title of Demon Prosecutor that she had so far lived up to - Sascha von Karma, like her father before her, had never lost a case.

A vague thought flitted across his mind that she didn't bear much of a resemblance to von Karma himself.

"Mr. Edgeworth?" the judge called, snapping him out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat and leaned forward on one hand.

"The defense is ready, your honor."

As the trial dragged on, von Karma's cold and professional exterior began to crack. Miles watched in utter bewilderment as she began to argue with her own witness about acting appropriately in the courtroom. He personally hadn't noticed anything off; was she just that picky?

She didn't hide the way she seethed with fury whenever Miles managed to blow a hole through a testimony or one of her arguments, digging gloved fingers into her side and looking like she wanted to tear her hair out. The dark circles under her eyes and her patchy brows only served to accentuate her paralyzing glare.

When the judge declared the need for a second trial day, Miles was startled to find von Karma's eyes brimming with frustrated tears. She sucked down breaths through clenched teeth, hunching her shoulders, and when she looked up and made eye contact with Miles, her entire face flushed in mortification. She sharply turned away, and rushed out of the courtroom as soon as they were all permitted to leave, her wiry ponytail and long skirt flying along behind her.

Some demon prosecutor this woman was if she couldn't even keep a lid on her own emotions.

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ghost-nabbers-imagines · 5 years

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The gangs reaction to their SO sending them a video of them sucking/licking a popsicle to get their attention (nsfw)

Ok so I’m gonna kinda cheat a little. I’m gonna combine this with requests from my list but I thought they fit well together. And to the person who wrote the first ask thank you so much for the kind words💛 I’m taking pretty good care of myself focusing on my happiness atm❤️ If any of you make a request and want the character to be a specific gender,trans or non-binary or anything please specify I will happily oblige to the best of my ability.

Larry

Since it was a crazy hot day he was just chillin in his room jammin to music when a snap notification popped up. His eyes lit up excitedly when he saw his partners name. When he clicked on the video he was astonished by the contents. It was a video of you in kinda revealing clothes while sucking and licking a popsicle. You were wearing one of his band shirts and from what he could tell nothing else. He watched mouth agape and eyes wide as your tongue swirled around the sweet treat. He couldn’t help but notice the caption you sent with it. “Wanna taste?” His dick was definitely hard as a rock and throbbing in the tight confines of his skinny jeans. Letting out a small groan he moved his hand to briefly palm his growing errection. “Fucking tease.” He decided to play back and send you a snap of the large tent in his boxers with the caption: “You better shut that pretty mouth before I put it to work doll.” You responded almost instantly with “is That a promise Johnson?” He groaned before jumping out of bed and running out the door. When he got to your house he found you in the kitchen happily licking the popsicle.

“Come over to put me to work Larry?

He let out a small growl walking over to you. He took the popsicle from you throwing it into the sink before slamming his mouth to yours. You two were making out his hands roaming your hips to your ass. Without breaking the kiss he quickly lifted you onto the counter pressing his jean covered erecrion into to you. You whined almost bucking back into him. “See what you did to me baby?” He growled in your ear as he unzipped his pants pulling them just below. You could see his nine inch cock tenting in his boxers. “You want me to fix it daddy?” You asked knowing it was Larry’s weakness. “If I have to ask you’ll be punished.” He growled pulling you off the counter. You got on your knees pulling his hard cock from his boxers. He whined in agony as you kitten licked the tip up to the base. He grabbed a (fistful of your hair/ or your neck) making you face him. “Don’t fucking tease me.” “Sorry dadd-“ before you could finish your sentence he shoved his cock into your mouth not quite all the way. He didn’t want to hit your gag reflex and risk ruining this. You began bobbing your head sucking on hisonf memebr using your hands to work on what wouldn’t fit. “Fuck babe.” You suck my cock so well.” He has both of his hands guiding your head as he started to carefully rock his hips fucking your mouth. From the sight of you on your knees his dick in your mouth and the feeling of your mouth he was already getting closer. He carefully pulled you off his cock pulling you up off the floor. “Bedroom. Now” He breathed in your ear softly smacking your ass. You two made your into the bedroom and no sooner than you entered that room he has pinned to the bed.

Sal

Since a majority of his friends were busy he decided to go visit you in hopes of some cuddles and making out. When he started to head out his door he noticed you had sent him a video. He excitedly opened it up and his got wide and his scarred face very red. You had sent him a video practically deepthroating an ice cream with the caption “Think I need to taste something else baby xo.” He about choked on air when he saw that. By the time he walked in your door he was shaking like a leaf.

“Sal love what’s the matter?”

“O-oh nothing sweetheart just um what did you mean earlier?”

“By my video? Why don’t you just take a seat and relax and I’ll show you?”

“B-but babe a-are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“Yes Sal I really want to. At least let me try and if you don’t like it I’ll stop.”

“Ok can we make out first?”

He nervously sits on the couch you sitting next to him. Once he gets his mask off you move to your lap and he starts slowly kissing you. Soon your both in a heated makeout session for a few minutes. you move your lips to his cheek, down his neck.

“Can I take your hoodie off Sal?”

He whined and nodded helping you pull the article off. Once it was off you kissed down his chest all the way to his pants. Except when you went to get on your knees he stopped you.

“Sal I said I wanted to. Honestly I wanna make you feel good.”

“N-no it’s not that. I just don’t want you on your knees. Can you lay on the couch with your head on my lap?”

“Oh Sal. You’re too sweet you know that?”

You laid on the couch with your head on his lap. When he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock you were impressed but the size. You slightly widened your eyes and opened your mouth which was slightly salivating. While he wasn’t often a dominant or confident lover your reaction to his size gave him a much needed confidence boost. “You better shut your mouth before I put it to work doll.”

You began by sucking on the tip and slowly worked your way down onto the whole thing. “Oh god baby you’re so good at this.”

He runs his hand (through your hair/ down your neck). “You take my cock so well baby.”

Gently thrusts his hips upwards a few times making you slightly choke on him.

“Shit I’m sorry love it just feels so good.”

Doesn’t take him very long to get close.

“Babe I’m close you might wanna Ah!”

Before he can even get the words out you lightly trace your fingers up his thigh and start to caress his sack just a little. The gentle touch sends him right over the edge shooting cum into your mouth. You pull away and swallow before smiling at him.

“I’m sorry baby I tried to stop from doing it in your mouth but it felt really good and-”

“It’s fine love I wanted you to.”

Once he catches his breath and regains his composure he’s pushing you back against the couch.

“Guess it’s your turn then my love.”

-Lex💛

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wisepuma23 · 6 years

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Flowers For A Ghost - Prologue

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1991

The thunder crashed over the dark mountain road. The stars couldn’t be seen through the dark canopy of storm clouds. Lightning streaked across the sky like whips until the thunder shook the heavens in its agony. The gravel road curled around the mountain like a snake, water ran down the sides until the roads shined with slick. The mountain was more waterfall than dirt at this point. There was a flash flood warning in effect for the Blue Ridge mountain range and its surrounding counties. No one in their right mind was outside in this weather.

A car zoomed past the trees, its light shimmering in the heavy rain, and water crashed in its wake as it raced around the sharp mountain turns.

Virgil took a rare stretch of road to pull down his tie. His silk tie felt like a noose tight around his throat. He blew out a sigh when it hung loose around his neck. God, he can’t wait to get back home. The interview sucked ass. Virgil knew the nice lady said she would call back in a few days, but what if she didn’t? Then he would’ve worn this monkey suit for nothing.

Virgil growled as he yanked up his shirt from its place tucked into his belt, one hand on the wheel still making the sharp turns in the dark and the other freeing him from his tailored prison.His car rattled just under the constant thrum of thunder and rain. He could barely make out the road in the blinding rain. Why did his interview needed to be so far away?

Virgil shook his head as he made another sharp turn, water sucking on his tires; it was worth it. Patton and the kids were worth it.

Virgil cursed as the car jumped over a pothole hard enough that his head bumped into the roof. He just hoped he made it home in time for Patton’s cooking. The smell of lasagna made his way into his memory and his tongue started to water. Or maybe it was cold by now.

His car whistled by on the hard curves. Virgil felt the thrum of the thunder in his bones. His eyes focused on the road; he wasn’t dying on some mountain road like a dumbass. Well, maybe he can put on some tunes. Something to settle his nerves at least.

Virgil looked away from the road and looked down at his radio. He pushed at the buttons, switching from static to static. Nothing but white noise. Come on, come on, get some good ol’ Nirvana in here. Then finally the radio belted out the beginning lines to Smells Like Teen Spirit.

“Haha yes!” Virgil exclaimed. Then he heard a loud honk and light filled the cabin. His head whipped up and he screamed as he saw a truck coming right at him. Virgil yanked on the wheel and his wheels screeched as he went back into his lane.

“Fuck!” Virgil cursed, then rolled his eyes as he heard the answering honks as he passed. “I’m sorry! Shit, that was way too close.”

Virgil blew out a sigh as he winded his way down the mountain. His nerves were shot all to hell, and the thunder boomed outside. He thought idly that the storm must be on top on him, the lightning and the thunder seemed to arrive within the same second. The storm was gnarly, yeah.

Virgil clenched his steering wheel, trying to let Nirvana’s peeling strums wash over him.

He just needed to get home.

Virgil made it halfway down the mountain when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He slammed down on the brakes and his eyes widened as he felt the sick lurch of the car skidding on the slick roads. His car spun and then slammed into the metal rail and he let out a shaky breath. The radio shifted back to static.

Virgil shakily stepped out of the car and pushed his hair out of his eyes. Rain ran down his face in rivelets as he sloshed his way up the road. There was a bright yellow car wedged in the metal rail, with one edge teetering over the cliff and the other on the road. White smoke curled up into the dark sky. It must be the coolant, so the car won’t explode at least.

Virgil leaned down to look into the windows before yelling, “Hey! Are you okay? Hello?”

There were three teenagers slumped against the seats. Virgil looked up to the rolling sky, fricking teenagers, he hoped his kids didn’t grow up dumbasses like these guys.

“Hey! Wake up!” Virgil shouted. “Your car is on the edge of a cliff! I– I said wake up, or I’m breaking in!” No response. Virgil groaned. “Dammit!! Hold on.”

Virgil drudged his way back to the car and wrenched open his trunk, rummaging in the back for anything to use. He found a wrench and grimaced, but it was the best he had on hand.

Virgil made his way back to the yellow car. The rain bit at his cheeks from how harsh it was coming down now, and he could barely see where he was walking in the storm. He knocked on the window with his wrench, the teens slowly waking up now.

"Come on, wakey wakey!" Virgil said as he tapped on the glass again. "You're going to die in there if you don't wake up right now!!!"

Finally, one of them shook their head and turned to his window. Virgil jiggled the door but it was locked like he already suspected. The teenager, a shaggy-haired boy, screamed as he looked through the front windows. Yeah, looking at certain doom can do that to anyone.

"Wake up your buddies!" Virgil shouted over the roar of the storm. "We don't have all day!"

Virgil wiped rain away from his face as he watched the boy shake his buddies awake in the front seat. He spotted blood on their foreheads; not good. There was no cell service out here either — shit, they had to hurry it up, shit .

Virgil eyed the rain beating down on the teetering crumpled hood. It was a miracle that they hadn't fallen down already. He could picture the broken heap at the bottom of the mountain face for authorities to find in the morning.

"Help us!" the boy giggled as he leaned against the glass. "Help us, bunny sir!"

Virgil squinted against the rain. "Are you fucking high?"

The boy blinked back at him. "Yeah, we are, don't you see the cliff? Aren't you high too, Bugs Bunny?"

"Damn kids." Virgil rolled his eyes. "Can you open the door?"

"No," the boy replied as he tried the lock too. "It's jammed! Larry thought he saw something shiny and he couldn't stop himself. We flew. We flew so high. But we're stuck here in the clouds. Can you free us from this metal prison, sir? And please don't tell our parents!"

"I won't," Virgil lied through his teeth. "What's your name?"

"Kenny."

"Kenny?" Virgil confirmed, then tapped on the glass window with his finger. "Okay then Kenny, can you roll down the window? I said roll down the window."

Kenny tugged on the roll but it was, again jammed; like everything else in this situation. Virgil bit back his swears. He didn't want to scare him more than he already was.

Kenny shook his head. Virgil sighed and felt the heavy weight of his wrench. He really didn't have anything else to use. God, he hoped the teenagers weren't such mega dicks that they pressed charges. He couldn't afford it. It was why he was even out here trying to get an interview to get more money.

"Lean back," Virgil shouted, "I'm going to break the window!"

"What?"

"I'm going to break the window!" Virgil yelled again over another clap of thunder. He tugged his grey suit jacket off. His pressed white shirt grew heavy with rain water and he wondered how he was going to hide it from Patton. The thought left as sudden as it appeared.

Virgil shivered as the rain soaked his white shirt until he felt it clung uncomfortably to his chest in seconds. He can handle the inevitable cold later when he wasn't saving reckless and drugged up teenagers in the middle of one of the worst storms this county has ever seen.

Virgil wrapped his suit jacket over his wrench. It had to work.

He roared as he swung it full force at the back window, grinning at the resulting giant spider web crack in the glass. Virgil rolled up his sleeves and worked up the wrench over his shoulder. He swung again with all the strength of a former baseball player. The glass shattered and Kenny's eyes bulged at the twinkling glass in his lap. Virgil tied his jacket around his waist.

"Kenny, well okay," Virgil swung the wrench over his shoulder, "Can your buddies climb over here? Just really gently. I wouldn't want y'all to fall okay. Just very slow."

"Hey, Larry?" Kenny said, then shook his shoulder. "Larry, dude, you need to get into the back seat. Come on, man." Then he turned to the other slumped boy in the passenger seat, "Hey Bart? Stop thinking about Kristina Rogers for one second and get up. Get in the back seat."

"Nngh," Larry groaned, "I'm not getting in the back seat, bro. I don't even like you dude. Well, maybe I will if you stop eating candy. Shit's not right. We brothers."

"Shut the fuck up," Kenny hissed, "we're going to die! We need to get out. We're on a cliff, dude. Like whoa, trippy as hell; so like, we're going to die if we stay here."

Bart shook his head. "S' my dad's car. Can't leave it here."

"I said GET OUT !" Virgil screamed. "Get in the back seat now or I'm calling the cops on you. Understand? I'm not joking. Your parents will be here quicker than I finish saying cocaine and hookers. So snap out of it."

Larry and Bart froze at the undeniably adult voice. Good. Virgil glanced again at the mountain and the storm. If it gets any worse then there were no denying that rock slides were going to become a danger. It was just going to happen.

Larry started to climb into the backseat. Careful, careful, his hands clenched and unclenched around his wrench as if it did any good. Virgil wished he had books or something in his car that could weigh down the trunk.

He looked down at himself. Oh right. God, this was so dangerous but he wasn't letting anyone die on his watch.

"Get out!” Virgil shouted over the storm. “I’m going to get on top of the trunk! Go now!”

He threw himself on top of the trunk. The car groaned under his weight, his muscles tensed and his throat closed up. Then it settled.

Virgil shook the sopping wet hair out of his eyes as he yelled over his shoulder to hurry up. He could hear Kenny tumbling out the broken window and onto the ground. The car groaned and Virgil felt his heart leap into his throat as his toes left the ground. Kenny shouted at his friends, and one by one, they shoved themselves through the window. Virgil leaned forward — don’t tip back, don’t tip back .

The rain whipped his back in harsh sheets. His fingers started to go numb and his chest ached from the abuse. Virgil spat out the rainwater as he waited on the teetering trunk in the roaring winds and rain. Kenny finally hauled Larry and Bart toward the road.

Virgil sighed. Three dumbass teenagers saved at long last. He wondered if Roman would call him a hero. Especially with his cute lilt over his h’s.

Home was waiting for Virgil at the bottom of the mountain. Just another thirty-minute drive. Some cold pasta was what he needed. Yeah, cold pasta sounded great about now. Virgil tipped his head back to blink up at the storm. It was so beautiful out here. Even if it was deadly.

The car groaned as it finally lurched upwards. A scream died in his throat as he realized the car had finally lost it balance on the sheer cliff face. Virgil tipped back, his arms swinging in the air; OH GOD!

He felt the empty air at his back and saw the horrified faces of teenagers. Kenny reached out for him, but his eyes were already sliding upwards to the sky. Oh. Oh no no no.

One word rang clear in his mind: Patton.

I’m sorry.

...

The yellow car tipped wheels over hood as it tumbled down the mountainside. Kenny screamed as he saw the body trapped in the tumble like a shoe in a dryer. Larry fell to his knees and puked onto the roadside. His vomit mixed with the rushing rainwater that sucked at their shoes. The storm raged on, uncaring in its wrath, however, the teenagers hadn’t registered it as a tempest. The thunder rang like a gravel in a courtroom that spoke of lifetime imprisonment; the harsh white flashes of lightning similar to the inevitable mugshots. The wailing of the wind transformed into the same eerie notes of police sirens.

God. They killed him. They did, they did, and they didn’t even save the nice man. Not after he saved their lives.

“We….we have to get out of here, man,” Bart said, he pulled Larry to his feet and pulled Kenny away from the edge, “Cops are going to be here any minute. Like wooooo boi, I can’t let my parents know. They’ll kill me, you know? My dad will kill me. Shit, shit, Kenny let’s go! We can take his car.”

Kenny took one last look back and then limped away. His parents would actually kill him if he’s home after midnight.

He looked up at the storm that continued to rage on.

Huh, the weather was real nasty tonight.

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thelouisianauproar · 6 years

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Louisiana Uproar - Chapter 27

Summary: Jason takes in Anna, an escaped member of the Ensanglante Cult; Dottie travels to Empire Bay and meets an old friend of Vito Scaletta’s.

I met with Travis at the Frazier offices.

“You here because of the rumor that I want out?” “Do you?” “What’s the right answer?” He makes a drink. “Don’t worry, I told him you wanted out, too.” “Who?” “Maguire. Dude from the state department.” He seems to so impressed with himself. “We could put these guys out, Dot.” “No.” The anger boils inside of me. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” “Dottie. You’re gonna be worth more than them. Cut it before the boardwalk.” “That’s fine, the man is an investigator. I came to you for a reason. I knew your name.” I pause. “You want to get us killed?” I need to put fear in him. “I want to save us.”

“I assure you---this isn’t the way.” I pause. “Tell you what? I appreciate what you were trying to do. Keep your head down and I’ll consider how to keep us alive.” “That guy is a resource.” “I don’t need him, yet.” I sigh, before leaving.

When I get home, Nicki is watching the television. We haven’t been the same since my drunken conversation with John. She doesn’t look to the door when I get in. The phone rings and I grab it, because I am closer. “Burke-Jetson.” “Dot, I’d like to see you at my place.” “Sure, what’s up?” “I’ll be here.” Jason hangs up. I guess that means now. I grab my keys and leave again.

“Jason.” I greet when he lets me inside. “Shhh. She’s asleep.” “Who?” Jason points to the petite woman, she’s sleeping on his couch. “Her name is Anna.” “Oh, Anna.” I pretend like I have an idea who she is. “Ray and I heard of a place.” He says, “we went over there, today, and she came bursting out. A few men were after her.” “The men?” “Ray and I dealt with ‘em. Freakish looking.” He says, “she’s pretty gone in the head.” He hands me the horrific photos. Pictures of dead people, carved up, it looks ritualistic.

“What do we do with her?”

“She has some information that I need.” He says, “but she can’t stay here.” “So you want me to find a place for her?” “That I can access.’ “Okay.” I take some time to think. “I’ll be back.”

Today is turning longer than I planned.

“Good evening, father, is this a bad time?” “Dorothy. Come in.” “I won’t be long.” I step in. “I came to ask you for a favor.” “What’s going on?” “We found a girl running from a cult. It was a bad situation and she’s damaged.” “So, you need her out of the city?” “Hidden.” I say, “these people don’t seem right. Neither is she, I hear.” “I have...a parishioner who is out of town. Her apartment is safe. In Tickfaw.”

“I’ll call my guy.”

By midnight, we have Anna moved to that apartment. I haven’t had much to say to her, but I want to find out what she knows.

It turns out that Father knows a bit about the Ensanglante. Sammy and a few others had battled them, in the past.

“Anna.” I saw while the two men talk. “B-Bonnie?” “No, I’m Dottie. Nice to meet you.” I nod. The men join us. “You remember Jason. This here’s father.” I gesture to them. “Anna.” Jason sits. “You know anything about this?” He gives her a painted playing card.

She tells us her story. At times, she seems perfectly coherent. I can’t help but look at the splashes of blood on her clothes. Poor girl, it sounds terrible what she went though. “And the tears and...the bl-blood. He was choking. Th-th-the...sadness.” “Anna.” Jason says, “People like this have a process for indoctrination. Where else did Bonnie take you?” She looks out of breath. “..A night club...Uh...Nuit Blanche. That’s where they bring people to the family.” “Familiar to you?” “They took that bar.” Jason says, “hippie club.” “And that playing card...it’s the only way they’ll let you in.” “Got you.” He gets up. “You did good here, Anna.” I assure her. “Be careful, Jason.” He nods to me. “I did...good. I-I...good.” She repeats. She looks like she’s gonna lie back down. She’s saying something to herself. “Be careful of the fallen sky!” Whoa. I can’t gather the rest of what she repeats, I don’t understand. She plops down to rest.

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Is anything in my life stable, at this point? The company is about it.

“Dottie.” Stacy says. “Stacy.” I greet. “Mr. Saggio is here to see you.” Great. After my last conversation with Larry and Pierre, I don’t want to be seen with him. “Send him in.” “Hi there.” “Hello.” I put my files down. “Danna is not happy.” “Yeah, I’d imagine not.” “Don’t worry, kid.” He shrugs. “With all of us. He’s upset with you about the committee, me about this Ensanglante business. Shit, Morty is the only person he hasn’t shut out.”

Well, that’s not how you do business. “He wants us to announce everything to the team---today.” “Today?” “Today.” He starts a cigarette. Danna is having a hissy fit. “Watch your ass after this, kid.” He says, “you’d think you’re exempt from being put down.” “You thought you were exempt.” “I didn’t.” He adds. “Kid, I’ve been in this business a lot of years. No one is exempt.” He pushes out a breath and offers me a cigarette. What the hell? I shrug and he lights. “You met our friend, Anna?” “I did.” “How is she?” “Resting when I left her.” I say, “She isn’t right.” “No.” Ray slightly shakes it off. “Those people...are beating me, DOt.”

“We’ll get them.” “They might be my Lincoln Clay. A fucking cult.” He says, “and that guy, Jason? I knew you were holding out on me.” “Is it holding out if he’s working with you?” I turn to him. “Ray, I gotta prepare for today.” “Pity parties don’t last for you, huh?” He stands and finishes his drink.

It’s hard to describe the looks on their faces when I made the announcement. I try to give a good opener, drop the bombshell, tell them what I know, and end with a supportive finish. This is a rough time for the team, and it’s only gotten worse.

“Nicki.” I catch up to her as she’s headed to her car. “Hey.” She pauses. Despite her being upset with me, I can see her empathy.

“I tried.” “I know you did.” She touches my cheeks. “You did the best you could.” “Thank you.” We share a quick kiss. “I’ll see you at home.” I say, seeing Morty run up. “Dot, hey, the Don wants to see you.” Oh, great. Nicki and I exchange one more look before I leave.

“Good work out there.”

“Seriously?” “You did the best you could.” “So what’s going on?” Morty starts a cigarette.

“It’s a shit show-”

The Don spots me. “Don Danna.” “Dot.” He nods to me. Morty leaves. “Dot, someone with the commission has been tipped off about the committee forming. They want answers.” “Great.” “You had it under control back there. We all had good things to say about you, the last time you went to meet with the Commission. Work your charm and get them off our backs.”

“Understood. Yes, sir.”

---

I flew out with Danna to Empire Bay. This place is always associated with death to me. I think about Vito, when I came here to meet Ray and Danna. I feel like I’m potentially walking into an ambush. I look over at the Don, we’re sitting in first class. I don’t trust him, I don’t even think he should be the Don. He’s just throwing me under the bus.

The first night, we were invited to a very nice restaurant. I’m nervous and I’m expecting a gunshot to the back of my head. I have to remind myself to keep a plastic smile. It’s like all the etiquette that my father taught me is working.

Ninety minutes in and I’m hating all of this. These men have come together to suck their own dicks. The compliments flow like water. It looks like one big reunion for the Don. My only escape is the bar or bathroom.

“Who is this young lady?” A heavy set man, slightly older than me, says.

“This is one of my associates, Dottie.” We shake hands. “Dottie, this is Randy Barbozo.” “Pleased to meet you.” “The pleasure is mine.” “Randy used to run around with me, a few years back.” More dick sucking.

As the night progresses, Randy is still making eyes at me. I’m bored and I’m game for something different.

“You stick out like a sore thumb, you know that?” “I’ve noticed.” “It’s nearly ten. You can leave now.” He attempts to dismiss me. My head snaps to him. “A-alls I’m saying is I have a better place to take you.”

“I’m fine.” Now, he wants to save me. “Hey, I’m bored too. Why not change pace?” I look around at the white men in the room. “I’ll bring my car around.” He raises his eyebrow once or twice.

I don’t want to stay in the love fest, but going with Randy is how women get murdered. I slip outside to call a taxi. He’s outside.

“Hey!” He honks, noting my embarrassment, he laughs. What the hell? I’m a made guy. A made guy who is probably gonna die on this trip, either way. I get in his car and check his backseat. “Hey, it’s all good.” He shrugs. “We might even make it.” “Where are we going?”

He took me to a boxing match. The seats are pretty good. There is a man yelling at the fighters. He gives a head nod to us both. Nice crowd.

“That’s my friend, Joe. He’s friends with the guy who runs this joint.” He gestures. We take a seat, at the front, with Joe.

What time is it? I’m actually having a good time, already. His friend, Joe, gestures for me to switch seats with Randy, so he does. Now, I’m sitting next to Joe. We pop up and stand as one fighter staggers before getting knocked out. Everyone is so excited. It’s deafening in here!

“Nice to meet you.” Joe puts out a hand for me to shake. “I’m Joe Barbaro.”

My legs nearly give out from under me. I bring both my hands to hold his. “I-” Fix your face, Dot.

“Have we met?” Joe notices my reaction. I get on my the tips of toes to say, in his ear:

“Only in my dreams.” “Oh?” He takes my hand and kisses it.

The night progressed and I’m glad I’m here. Joe is a cool cat. Towards the end of the night, he dismissed Randy. “I’ll get you a ride out of here.” “Sure.” He’s such a gentleman.

We walked through the crowd and take an elevator downstairs.

“So, where ya headed after this?” “I’m headed to the Empire Arms.” “Oh. Big meeting after this?” “You bet.” I don’t want to talk about that right now.

“What do ya do? Randy said Don Danna brought you to an event.” “He did. I handle his affairs.” The door opens and he gestures for me to leave first. He gestures at something. “Car’s coming.” He tells me. “Listen, if you’ll be here tomorrow night. I could take you on a nice night.” “I could use more fun like tonight.” I nod. “Sure.” “I’ll find you at the Empire Arms.” “Or with Danna.” A black vehicle pulls up and Joe gets the door. “Thanks for this, Joe.” “Thanks for showing up.” I take a step closer. “I would have loved to see what Joe Barbaro and Vito Scaletta were like as kids.” “What?” “I named a restaurant after Vito. Scaletta’s Ristorante.” Joe doesn’t know what to say. I simply get in the car.

“Ray speaking.”

“Ray, it’s Dot. I need a favor.” “It’s late.” “In the morning. Call Joe Barbaro and vouch for me.” “Vouch what?” “That I know Vito.” There’s a pause. “You got it. Now, how’s it going out there?”

---

The next morning, I have meetings with commission regarding the hearing. Just like my first meeting with Ray, Danna, and Mr. Galante; it’s a lot of talk. I just had to make these men trust that I know what I’m doing. It’s not easy, considering I’m the only black person in the room.

After the meeting, I stood at the bar of Empire Arms hotel. He knows that I want him. He just has to get here. “You uuhhh come here, often?” “Just one more night.” I flash him a bright smile. “Let’s make it count.” He extends his arm for me to hook.

We start off at a diner.

“Ray tells me that you and Vito were friends.” “He thought you died.” “Hey, me too. I thought Galante took care of Vito in that very car.” “Hmm.” I paused. “I loved Vito.”

We spend time relating to each other over food. They seem so different, yet similar. Joe is forty-seven. He’s married with two daughters in high school. They happen to be out of town. Like Vito, he’s done prison time.

I hear him chuckle when he returns from the bathroom.

“What?” I follow his smile. “So, old Vito mentored you?” “Among other things.” “I must say that I’m impressed.” he says, “You talk about me and Vito. You and...Clay must have been something.” “We’re far from you and Vito. Why do you think so?” “Unique looking.” Because we’re black? “That guy was a monster. I have to give him a double take.” “What does that say about me?” I ask, teasingly. “Hey, kid, something is different about you. Maybe it’s because you don’t look like you belong here.” We make eye contact and he winks. I try to hide my smile.

“Do you miss him?” “Sure, you can’t have a friend like that and not miss him.” He pauses. “You got any friends like that, kid?”

I pause to think. Maybe Nicki? Or Betty? Betty, more so than Nicki. I look at Joe and I guess my answer is telling. The waiter comes with two drinks in small glasses.

“You serve alcohol at diners?” “Only for special guests.”

“Cheers.” We both take a drink. He’s still looking at me. “I miss him.”

“Yeah.” “I get this sinking feeling that if he were alive. He’d be doing my job.” “I wouldn’t say that too loud, kid. On account of people might think things.” “I didn’t kill him.” I shrug. “I’ll have you know, I killed people because I thought they killed him.” I think I’ve had enough of this conversation.

“Hey, kid, I got some old pics of Vito back at my place. We could---” This sounds interesting. I lean forward and he nearly stops speaking. “I think you’re very interesting, Joe.” I say, “So I want to be honest with you.” Joe says nothing. “Tonight...when we go back to your place and...you know. Could I call you his name?” “Oh.” He thinks. “Vito?” “Please. I’m going to do it, either way. I just want to show you...respect.” “That’s a hell of an ask, kid.” He pauses. “Let me think on it. Let’s go someplace darker.”

Joe took me for a drive around Empire Bay. He showed me some historical spots. It’s nice. Maybe this is just how Vito was. I always heard he was old school, you just don’t meet people like them these days.

He brought me to some bar. Do they know him everywhere he goes? We walk arm in arm, Joe says it’s so people know that I’m cool. I’m him, always in his direct sight.

I haven’t played this role in a long time: girlish, young, still learning. It’s refreshing.

“Your drink.” I put it down next to Joe, he’s playing poker. “Hey, thanks.” “Who is the girl.” One guy asked. “She’s a friend of mine. My right hand for tonight.” Interesting choice of words. “Hey, are you having a good time?” “A great time.” I pause. “What time is it?” “It’s nearly midnight.” I check his watch. I’m not sure why I took his wrist. I’m too drunk to read time. “I have to catch a flight in six hours.” “We should get you out of here, then.”

My hormones are running wild in his car and I can’t feel my face.

“How are ya doing over there?” He checks on me.

“I can’t believe you can drive, right now.” I smile. “Years of practice.” His hand finds between my legs. He’s touching me harder than I’m used to. I close my eyes and imagine Vito’s hand. “You alright?”

“Are you really taking me to your place?” “Sure.” “What about your family?” “They won’t be back tonight.”

He lives in a nice place. I’d hoped to see Vito live in a place like this. The thought sobers me.

“Get comfortable.” He offers a drink. “I got something for ya.”

Joe leaves and returns with a photo album. “What’s this?” “I told ya.” I start to flip. I always knew Vito was an attractive young man.

“What’s the attraction here, kid?” “Between us?” “Between you and Vito.” “I told you. He was my boss, he looked out for me.” A lot. “I…” I think back to those days. I think of Alma, she loved him too. “This business… it changes you and-” I try to breathe in my tears. “He made me feel I wasn’t so alone. He heard me. He..” I chuckle. “Taught me how to be around them, without going yes, master.”

“Sounds deep, kid.” “He didn’t deserve what happened to him.” “You’re different...he always liked those.” I stand and try to gather myself.

“Joe, I’m gonna ask you again.” Joe gestures lightly like he wants to hear it. “In about ten minutes…” A smile forms across my face. “Could I call you his name?” “You have no clue how sick of a request that is.” he stops, “Yes, you can call me what you want.”

---

Nothing special was accomplished by having sex with Joe Barbaro, besides that I slept with someone new. He didn’t feel like Vito. How could he? They were shaped differently. Joe didn’t fuck me, I fucked him, he was too fat. The name “Vito” escaped my lips, just as I was sure it would.

It was just great to relate to Joe. He made me think about things. I thought I was a terrible person for cheating on Nicki. Look at Joe, he brought me to the bed that he shares with his wife. I must be in good company.

Nonetheless, Joe drove me to the airport with no sleep in our system. “You’re one of a kind, kid.” He tells me as he pulls over. “And you’re a wild ride.” We pop out to get my luggage. “You wanna know a tip? Between us?” “One for the road.” “Invest in the Jetson Organization.” I tell him. “Don’t tell your friends. Just you.” “Will do.” “We’re gonna blow up by October. Trust me.”

When we arrived back to New Bordeaux’s airport. There are men waiting to take us to our respective homes.

“Good job out there.” Danna gives me a nod. “It’s a waiting game.” The man in black opens the backseat.

“Have a good day.” I slip inside and the doors close. I feel a shift in my seat and my car speeds away. The man who closed the door doesn’t have the time to load my bags. My head snaps behind me to see Danna in the distance. I’m about to get whacked. “Driver! Driver!” I hit the glass.

The vehicle is armored, of course. I can’t get out. I try to yell to any drivers but the windows are tinted. The window to the driver rolls down and something is thrown to me. It smokes heavily. Is he trying to drug me? It looks like a joint so I roll it against the window to put it out. The energy feels like it is being sucked out of me before I can’t take it anymore.

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