Mafia Mischief

Mafia Mischief: Chapter #2

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Past: One Year Prior ▹ August
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Stiles hated traffic and even more so when he was stuck in it. He was stuck downtown, and it was too much. "Excuse me Sir," he looked at the cab driver who glanced back at him in the rearview mirror.

"What?"

Stiles barely managed to suppress an eye roll as he collected his things. "I'm going to just walk the rest of the way. Thank you for taking me this far. I'll pay you for the trouble."

The man rolled his eyes. "Your address is like nine blocks from here. Just relax."

Stiles collected his things which only included a suit jacket and a messenger bag. "I am fully aware of where my address is. As I said I shall walk the rest of the way."

Before the man could object any further, Stiles tossed two one hundred dollar bills up front before getting out of the cab, closing the door and taking a deep inhale as he reached the sidewalk. He had never been one who liked to be cooped up and got outside as often as possible. He took another deep inhale, his eyes falling closed for a moment and sighed contentedly before turning left and walking towards home.

When he reached the apartment complex, he was greeted by the doorman who opened the door for him, "Good Evening, Mr. Stilinski."

Stiles smiled at the old man as he entered. "Good evening, Samson."

Stiles made his way to his mailbox where he retrieved his mail before heading to the elevator and hitting the up button. He was skimming one of his letters when he felt someone near him and looked up, "Oh hello, Theo."

The man fixed him with a quirked eyebrow. "Hey Babe."

Stiles sighed. "You know that's not my name and if you insist on calling me that, I'll just stop addressing you altogether." The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open, and the two men got on each reaching to press the button for the top floor.

"Oh babe, you don't mean that."

Stiles once again suppressed an eye roll. "Actually, I do, and my name is Stiles." Theo simply smirked as they rode the rest of the way with Stiles growing more annoyed because he lived on the top floor in the penthouse whereas Theo lived on the second floor yet every day he'd insist on riding to the top with Stiles. The doors dinged and Stiles suddenly found himself caged in.

"Come on, babe. Don't keep teasing me." Stiles set his jaw and whipped something out of his back pocket thrusting it in Theo's face.

"Touch me again. I dare you." Stiles's voice was low and threatening but it wasn't necessary because Theo backed up immediately when he saw the FBI badge Stiles was holding.

"Woah. Alright chill." Stiles was relieved but kept his face neutral as he exited the elevator and he figured that was enough to make it clear to Theo that Stiles would not be returning his sentiments, but nothing could ever be so simple as he heard Theo call out, "We could do some pretty hot role play with that." Stiles pulled his phone out and pretended to dial.

"Yes, Deputy Director?" Stiles heard the pounding of feet down the hall before the door to the stairs slammed open and he snorted as he slid his phone back into his pocket. He put his key in the lock and opened the door going inside. After the door had closed, he quickly discarded his bag and suit jacket in the chair before kicking off his shoes and headed over to the kitchen. He pulled out a container of apple slices and a smaller container of caramel sauce which he took over to his desk. He took a seat in the chair and tapped the mousepad to wake up the computer.