A/N: Just a heads up that the next several chapters are Radiodust heavy! But Alastor leaves to go home soon, so the boys try to spend as much time together as possible! Once Alastor goes home, there will be another several chapters of Angel/Anthony and Alastor living their separate lives before they potentially meet again, so there will be a decent break in between. I have a few juicy action scenes planned in a few different chapters so read and stay tuned! Enjoy!
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March 17, 1930
Four days later, Henroin's lackies were carrying the last of his luggage to the car, and Henroin was giving last-minute orders to Bruno and Anthony, before giving Molly a quick peck on the cheek, and leaving without so much as a goodbye to the others.
Once the door closed and the engine outside revved, Bruno spoke up. "Okay so-"
Anthony wasn't listening. In a matter of moments, he had his jacket, boots, and gloves on and was out the door. Bruno shouted something after him, but Anthony was already too far away to hear and just kept running. He didn't stop until he was standing outside of the Embassy Hotel. He didn't even think to call first to see if Alastor was even there, but he also didn't want his siblings listening in on his conversation.
He pushed open the large decorative doors and stepped into the lobby. Making his way over to the front desk, he glanced around briefly, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of the man he had come here for.
"Can I help you sir?" a polite, young secretary asked. She looked to be about Anthony's age, maybe a year or two younger, and she had a small frame, with a perfectly displayed posture.
"Sure doll. Ya think ya can call up ta a man named Alastor? Let 'im know Angel is here."
"I'm sorry sir, could you please tell me his last name as well?"
Anthony chuckled good-naturedly. "How many Al's ya got here?" He only knew one in existence, surely it wasn't that common of a name.
"It's just protocol sir." The secretary looked somewhat guilty for seemingly disappointing their guest.
Anthony froze, brow furrowed. He didn't know Alastor's last name. What was he supposed to do now? "You can't just uh...buzz up fa me, just this once?"
The young woman gave him an apologetic smile. "Afraid not sir."
Anthony bit back a frustrated groan and gave the woman the politest smile he could muster. Judging by her visible flinch, it wasn't convincing. "Thanks anyways Toots." He shuffled his way back outside, mind whirring with other locations he could check. It was only mid-morning, which meant Alastor most likely wasn't performing right now, if he was correct in assuming that the man only played at night. He pulled out his pack of smokes and lit a cigarette, partially for the calming effect it provided, partially to fidget with it while he thought.
He could go back in there and bribe the woman. Hell, he could even threaten her if he really wanted to, but before he decided to take things in that direction, he bumped into a solid chest while rounding a corner.
"Oh, pardon me, my friend," a familiar voice said, and Anthony looked up to the speaker.
Well, ain't I lucky? Quickly jumping back so as not to draw suspicion, the blonde gave the man in front of him a pleasant grin. "Heya Smiles! Buongiorno [Good morning]!"
"Bonjour [Hello/ Good morning]," Alastor greeted, returning the smile. "And what a lovely day it is. What's brought you in this direction?"
Anthony nodded in agreement to the statement and then his smile turned bashful. "Well, uh, actually...I went ta the hotel to find ya."
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FanfictionAnthony is a crime boss's kid. Expected to follow the rules and traditions. He strives to make his father proud after being ignored by the man for most of his life. His only goal is to prove his worth to the Family, and rise in the ranks. Love is so...
