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[killyouloudly]

Angelo had gotten himself a bit of trouble with the Irish, and on what was supposed to be a check in regarding territories they decided to give him some payback. Drug by his tie into an alley they busted his wrist when he tried to go for his gun

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[intrepidly_bold]

Evelyn had spent the week looking up everything on the Italian and Irish mobs. It didn't take too long to find an old mug shot and police report on the who she deemed 'Hellion', being that his tattoos helped identify him. She was waiting on a source for her man main, but nothing turned up yet

[killyouloudly]

Angelo sucked in a breath of pain as he reached forward and snagged her by her arm roughly. He threw her behind him, letting her hit the wall and then protecting her with his own body. He kicked his foot out, pushing one of his adversaries legs the wrong way, making it bend and causing him to shriek in pain

[intrepidly_bold]

Evelyn squeaked, but followed his lead and stayed behind him, peeking her eyes around his shoulder to see what was going on while her hands gripped fistfulls of the back of this jacket. Her attention snapped to his eyes when he addressed her. Why on earth was he asking her?

She looked at the Irishman, knowing if he lived, he'd come back and probably for her, too, but she was still having nightmares from seeing all the bloodshed just last week. She shrugged her shoulders, her eyebrows lifting in a 'hell if I should know' gesture.

[killyouloudly]

He glared at her sharply, and, after a sharp jerk to Daeus's testicles, sent his elbow hard into his temple, knocking him out swiftly, and probably with a good concussion. He bound his hands with zipties, probably on his person for that exact reason, and tied his feet together as well.

"Fine, there." he said. He ziptied the other two men as well, though the one had gotten so much damage to his leg he couldn't run if he wanted to.

He gathered up their weapons and all their cash. He pocketed the cash and a few of the weapons. The rest he dumped. Finally he turned to her, being reminded of her presence by her shoe on the ground. He offered it out to her. "Thank you." he said, his voice still a wheeze.

[intrepidly_bold]

She winced again with him. "Clearly that hurts, so stop doing that," she commented. "Come on, sit down." She walked around the counter to the living room, indicating him to follow. "Sorry the place is a mess. It always is," she said with a shrug.

[killyouloudly]

He was a bit of a neat freak, a trait you pick up when you kill people and need things to not have evidence. He followed her, still moving a bit slow, annoyed with himself. "I can't stop shrugging." he grumbled, his voice testy.

[intrepidly_bold]

"Well you're going to learn unless you want to keep hurting yourself. I did all that work, now what a way to repay me if you undid it all with your constant shrugging." She spoke as if schooling a child and sat on the couch, a playful grin on her face. She collected the papers on her coffee table, grateful that none of them pertained to him, and set them in a neat stack in the corner.

"He'll live, won't he?" She asked, knowing she didn't have to specify as to who. "And he'll come after you in revenge, won't he?" She left out 'and me', not wanting to seem so scared and weak.

[killyouloudly]

"Probably. It'll start quite a lot of shit, but it doesn't interest me now. There is nothing for me to do about it, and they would have called me the killer if he just turned up dead one day after our last run in." he explained to her, resting his head back against the couch, his eyes closed as he spoke.

"But that's why you need to be careful and stay away from all that shit." he said, opening one eye to look at her.

[intrepidly_bold]

Evelyn blushed a little, embarrassed at having been caught and crept out of the bed room to sit on a chair near the couch, a note pad in her hand. Her movements were careful as if she were scared that anything too sudden would scare him off. She sat cross legged in the chair, her feet brought up under her. She had changed into a more comfortable pair of jeans and worn in, loose fitting shirt.

She pulled the pencil from her bun, causing her blond hair to spill over her shoulders. She moved her head trying to get it out of her eyes in an impatient manner.

"Angelo," she said, trying his name for the first time. "I guess I'll start with the easy and obvious questions. You're connected to the Italian mob, aren't you?" Her tone was more curious than accusing.

[killyouloudly]

"I am, but I won't tell you what family. If you find out the family, you either have to join it or die." he said smoothly, relaxing in his seat, his ankles crossed. He studied her, he liked how her hair had fallen down, like an angel unfolding it's wings. He was good at hiding his emotions, though, and no desire showed in his face.

[intrepidly_bold]

"Oh that, that's fine," she said with a wave her hand. "To be honest, I'm more interested in the Irishman I keep running into. Irish mob I take it? Competition for you? How would it affect you and your...family if I exposed him?" She studied his face, keeping her voice even and precise, playing the eraser of her pencil in the corner of mouth; something she did when she was in deep concentration.

[killyouloudly]

"Terribly. He's a Westie. Not competition, per say. We have strict territories, but we have a lot of meetings to make sure everything is kept how it's supposed to. There's peace between everyone right now, but it never lasts long. Particularly not with the feud between me and him currently." he answers, gesturing slightly with his uninjured hand as he spoke, like how most New Yorkers do.

"As far as my family, well, he knows enough that he could be a problem. I know enough about him and his group I could be a problem. That's how it works."