[realmof_themuse /unter_allen mafia verse] 10.B3
Takes place in unter_allen's mafia verse. Muses mentioned are Sariel, ___lucifer and one_who_flies (whose mun also helped with this), and are used with permission.
10B3 - “If you don’t stop talking like a bitch, I’m gonna slap you like a bitch.”
“That is not how you drive!” Altair shouted at Sariel from the back seat. Sariel made an irritated noise and accelerated the car even faster along the road, just to spite him. She also quietly thanked whatever deity was the deity of roads for letting them remain empty at this time of night, as she was going well over one hundred miles an hour.
The night could be going better, all things considered. Altair had been missing for a week as of Saturday and his disappearance had sent the Stark household into a panicked frenzy. Sho and Suzume were utterly terrified - mostly out of concern for Altair, Tony felt vulnerable and by virtue of them being family, Lucifer had been dragged into this as well, which meant she was involved too. And nothing said a fun Friday night like getting a call from Altair demanding that she drive down and pick him up as soon as humanly possible.
“I said slow down,” Altair reiterated, sharpening his words. “You will draw unwanted attention to us and attract police officers.”
“Would you shut it?!” Sariel snapped back. “Contrary to your beliefs I am capable of handling this situation! Stop second guessing me.”
She returned her attention to the road, hoping that Altair was okay. The man drove her insane most of the time, but she still respected him and never wished to see him harmed. Altair had spent a week in captivity, a part of a rival mob’s attempted coup to take the city from Tony. There had been some fifty deaths of various ranked mafia members, ranging from the lowliest associate to three underbosses. Altair’s captivity was an additional way of threatening Tony, leaving him without security and worrying about a good friend. There had been no offer of reconciliation or ransom for Altair, the move was a means of threat, pure and simple. She knew better than to ask what they did to him, only that it had left him with several nasty gashes. Quite were infected, or at least they looked that way in what little light she was able to examine them in. Altair had yelled at her for pulling over to try and assess the damage.
Sariel sighed heavily and turned onto the road that lead to the Stark mansion. Five more miles. She pushes a button on her dashboard.
“’Lo?” Lucifer asked sleepily into the phone.
“S’me,” Sariel said. “Got him back. Serious damage. Five miles or so away, get the good medical kit. Some stuff looks infected, and pretty badly, I might add. And please tell the twins that he’s fine.’
“See you shortly.” The line went dead and Sariel continued to drive, thankful to be so close to the Stark home. Once they were inside, they could get a professional of some sort to look at Altair - probably the retired doctor Tony always had on call. He could take a look at the quick stitches Sariel had done on the fresher wounds and give Altair a proper patch up, and perhaps convince him to take some time off of work to recover.
She pulled into the garage and opened the door for Altair. There was blood smeared on the back seat, which Lucifer wouldn’t be thrilled about, but the matter really couldn’t be helped. Altair slid out of the back slowly, attempting to maintain his usual demeanor. His limp, however, made him look anything but, and it was clearly painful for him to move. Sariel walked ahead of him, opening the door that lead from the garage into the main house. From the sounds of the voices in the hallway, the doctor had already arrived and the entire household was awake, out of concern for the bodyguard. Altair regarded her for a moment and gave her a brief nod before walking into the house. Sariel breathed a sigh of relief and followed after him, glad that the insanity of the night was seemingly over.
Word count: 660
10B3 - “If you don’t stop talking like a bitch, I’m gonna slap you like a bitch.”
“That is not how you drive!” Altair shouted at Sariel from the back seat. Sariel made an irritated noise and accelerated the car even faster along the road, just to spite him. She also quietly thanked whatever deity was the deity of roads for letting them remain empty at this time of night, as she was going well over one hundred miles an hour.
The night could be going better, all things considered. Altair had been missing for a week as of Saturday and his disappearance had sent the Stark household into a panicked frenzy. Sho and Suzume were utterly terrified - mostly out of concern for Altair, Tony felt vulnerable and by virtue of them being family, Lucifer had been dragged into this as well, which meant she was involved too. And nothing said a fun Friday night like getting a call from Altair demanding that she drive down and pick him up as soon as humanly possible.
“I said slow down,” Altair reiterated, sharpening his words. “You will draw unwanted attention to us and attract police officers.”
“Would you shut it?!” Sariel snapped back. “Contrary to your beliefs I am capable of handling this situation! Stop second guessing me.”
She returned her attention to the road, hoping that Altair was okay. The man drove her insane most of the time, but she still respected him and never wished to see him harmed. Altair had spent a week in captivity, a part of a rival mob’s attempted coup to take the city from Tony. There had been some fifty deaths of various ranked mafia members, ranging from the lowliest associate to three underbosses. Altair’s captivity was an additional way of threatening Tony, leaving him without security and worrying about a good friend. There had been no offer of reconciliation or ransom for Altair, the move was a means of threat, pure and simple. She knew better than to ask what they did to him, only that it had left him with several nasty gashes. Quite were infected, or at least they looked that way in what little light she was able to examine them in. Altair had yelled at her for pulling over to try and assess the damage.
Sariel sighed heavily and turned onto the road that lead to the Stark mansion. Five more miles. She pushes a button on her dashboard.
“’Lo?” Lucifer asked sleepily into the phone.
“S’me,” Sariel said. “Got him back. Serious damage. Five miles or so away, get the good medical kit. Some stuff looks infected, and pretty badly, I might add. And please tell the twins that he’s fine.’
“See you shortly.” The line went dead and Sariel continued to drive, thankful to be so close to the Stark home. Once they were inside, they could get a professional of some sort to look at Altair - probably the retired doctor Tony always had on call. He could take a look at the quick stitches Sariel had done on the fresher wounds and give Altair a proper patch up, and perhaps convince him to take some time off of work to recover.
She pulled into the garage and opened the door for Altair. There was blood smeared on the back seat, which Lucifer wouldn’t be thrilled about, but the matter really couldn’t be helped. Altair slid out of the back slowly, attempting to maintain his usual demeanor. His limp, however, made him look anything but, and it was clearly painful for him to move. Sariel walked ahead of him, opening the door that lead from the garage into the main house. From the sounds of the voices in the hallway, the doctor had already arrived and the entire household was awake, out of concern for the bodyguard. Altair regarded her for a moment and gave her a brief nod before walking into the house. Sariel breathed a sigh of relief and followed after him, glad that the insanity of the night was seemingly over.
Word count: 660