matilde rollins couldn't walk through an empty field without tripping over her own two feet, but by the saints could she talk her way out of just about anything!
in which a runaway kingpin's daughter puts her etiquette classes to good use, and go...
╭─────────╮ ❀✿ii. a man of wealth and taste❀✿ ╰─────────╯
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ELYAS DE VRIES AND CALEB ROLLINS strolled the grimy streets of the Barrel with wrinkled noses and a swagger in their step. The red head kept one hand tucked at his side, index finger lovingly skirting over the smooth surface of his pistol; the dark skinned man beside him kept his eyes at half mast as he walked, as if he were too lazy to keep them properly open.
"You sure she's here," Caleb grunted, Kaelish lilt to his voice pronounced enough to turn a couple of heads. "My feet are starting to hurt."
Elyas knocked him in the rib with his elbow and lifted a cigarette to his lips, glancing around them so quickly Caleb barely noticed him looking away. If it hadn't been Elyas, he would have shot him right between the brows for daring to touch him like that, but knowing the De Vries heir, he would have barley reacted to the prospect of a gnarly death. "Keep your voice down," Elyas hissed, taking a long drag from his cigarette. "What with that red hair of yours it won't be long before someone realizes you're a Rollins. Besides, you're the one that wanted to come looking for her in the first place."
"She's my sister," Caleb scoffed, tucking his other hand into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette of his own. "A brat and a nuisance, but my sister all the same - and don't act like you didn't jump at the first opportunity to come searching! You practically already had the plans drawn out!"
Elyas rolled his eyes and blew a cloud of smoke into his friend's face. Well, friend was a strong word - acquaintances by convenience perhaps. Only a week after Matilde's shell-shocking disappearance, Elyas had found himself reclining in his own bathtub, Caleb Rollins' gun pointed directly between his brows.
"Where the fuck is my sister?" the boy had snarled at him, cheeks as red as his hair. "You tell me now, De Vries! This bullet has your name written on it!"
Elyas had only snorted, enjoying the feeling of the bubbles against his chest. "I sure hope your calligraphy is better than Matilde's."
"The fuck are you on about," Caleb had growled. "Answer me! Or I'll -"
"Shoot me?" he'd laughed and stepped out of the bath, slipping his bath robe on. "Yeah, I know how it works. Your father tried the same thing on me last week, Caleb. I didn't kill your sister, and I'm not telling you where she is."
Of course it hadn't taken all that long for Elias to finally give in and have Caleb stalking Pekka's schedule to find a time where he wasn't in the country or in Ketterdam.
"I just want to make sure she hasn't drowned in the canal," Eylas grumbled, refusing to look Caleb in the eyes. "Besides, the estate can get awfully boring without her around. I needed an adventure."
"I would hardly call this an adventure," Caleb grimaced, eyeing the streets around them with caution. "You're telling me she wanted to come here?"
