Mafia Verse Fic: Failed Hits
Mafia verse fic, set after the events of this log. With love to Tony mun for all her help.
There was a distinct sound of thunka-thunka-thunka through the doors of Tony Stark’s office. It was the sound of the head of the mafia’s forehead making contact with his desk multiple times, out of intense frustration.
“Tony?” Lucifer was on speaker phone. “Are you slamming your head into your desk again?”
“What do you think?”
“That’s a yes. Would you stop doing that? You loose brain cells every time you do.”
“Lux. This. Is. The. Fifth. Time. We have tried. To. Kill him.” Tony gritted his teeth.
“I know but-“
“HE IS BLIND!” Tony snapped. “WHAT IS THE PROBLEM HERE?! He should have been dead months ago. The damn kid is like a cockroach.”
Lucifer shrunk a little in his chair, grateful he wasn’t in Tony’s presence. “I don’t know! Look. We got four other major targets dead, that counts for something. Let’s just, oh, I don’t know, put this on the back burner for the time being?” He tried to sound cheerful. “There’re other more important things going on right now. With everything that happened earlier in the week we need to start bracing ourselves for more police attempts to get to us and the organization.”
Tony let out an aggravated sigh and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “Fine. Whatever. Anything to get my mind off of the incompetence of everyone around me.”
“We’ll get through it,” Lucifer said. “We always do. And don’t you dare counter about that one incident in Italy, that dos not fucking count.”
“Pfft. I’ll see you on Friday.” Tony hung up rested his head in his hands, shaking his head slowly. As he stared downwards at his desk, he noticed an indentation mark, presumably from where his forehead had connected with his desk once too many times. He let out a small laugh. This job was going to be the death of his sanity yet
There was a distinct sound of thunka-thunka-thunka through the doors of Tony Stark’s office. It was the sound of the head of the mafia’s forehead making contact with his desk multiple times, out of intense frustration.
“Tony?” Lucifer was on speaker phone. “Are you slamming your head into your desk again?”
“What do you think?”
“That’s a yes. Would you stop doing that? You loose brain cells every time you do.”
“Lux. This. Is. The. Fifth. Time. We have tried. To. Kill him.” Tony gritted his teeth.
“I know but-“
“HE IS BLIND!” Tony snapped. “WHAT IS THE PROBLEM HERE?! He should have been dead months ago. The damn kid is like a cockroach.”
Lucifer shrunk a little in his chair, grateful he wasn’t in Tony’s presence. “I don’t know! Look. We got four other major targets dead, that counts for something. Let’s just, oh, I don’t know, put this on the back burner for the time being?” He tried to sound cheerful. “There’re other more important things going on right now. With everything that happened earlier in the week we need to start bracing ourselves for more police attempts to get to us and the organization.”
Tony let out an aggravated sigh and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “Fine. Whatever. Anything to get my mind off of the incompetence of everyone around me.”
“We’ll get through it,” Lucifer said. “We always do. And don’t you dare counter about that one incident in Italy, that dos not fucking count.”
“Pfft. I’ll see you on Friday.” Tony hung up rested his head in his hands, shaking his head slowly. As he stared downwards at his desk, he noticed an indentation mark, presumably from where his forehead had connected with his desk once too many times. He let out a small laugh. This job was going to be the death of his sanity yet