L'Angela, 2nd Floor...
Running the nightclub had its pros and cons that Lor was getting accustomed to. The con was that the real boss could show up whenever he wished to take off with the Archangel—but instead of the boss making off with her, the little trick clocked out early without a word, leaving him to deal with a venomous Vic.
The pros: he got to handpick the show girls the good and the "fallen". The Fallen Angels were the entertainers in the utmost exclusive sector of the club. The girls that teased on their stage are stripped for the high and mighty in these private party rooms on the 2nd floor.
"Oh! Mr. Torelli! That was—,"
"Can it, baby. Flattering the boss gets you nowhere." he zipped up. Sat, pulling on his shoes.
She came up behind rubbing his shoulders. "Oo. Still so tense!"
"That should tell you something about your work ethic." Standing, "You're canned." he bristled out the door.
He caught Vic stepping out of one of the more lavish rooms on the floor. "Rough day?" he approached.
Vic met him in the middle. "Enlightening, I would say."
The door opened behind them. The canned whore making her tearful exit. "Guess she couldn't handle all that is Torelli."
"She failed to meet certain requirements of the job."
"Ah."
"How're you holding up, Vic?"
"You know, after Pop's kicked the bucket last night, I admit I was loosing it." sigh. "But you know what? I spent the night and the whole morning seeking that silver-lining."
"And?"
"I've found renewed resolve in my role." he clapped a hand on Lor's shoulder. "I ain't going nowhere, cousin."
Lor shifted under that smile on Vic's face. That smile that bore the same mettle and grit as Danté's.
Shit. Lor put on a smile. "Glad to hear it, Vic!" That little Angelo lookalike must not've "seen this coming"! I was almost a chump to doubt my own cousin. If I ever see that punk again, I'll strangle him!
"I've got a little surprise for you, Lor."
"Is it my birthday already?"
Vic laughed, leading him to the door he'd exited a moment ago. "I'm at a transitory point in my life. I have no use for the frivolous. It'll only hold me back." he smiled. Hand at the door. "Behold, old things pass away, and all things become new."
It was evident Vic was taking on a new change. Lor liked what he was glimpsing; this was a Vic he could stand by—if it continued.
Vic opened the door. Stepped inside. "I found our little runaway Angel last night." Vic smirked. Anet stood in the room. Rory and little Benny standing by. "She could use a little wing clipping."
Lor was surprised. Confused... But not averse to what Vic was implying.
"She wanted into this racket, she's gotta understand she doesn't get to play by her rules. It's my rules or... Morte." he looked from Anet to Lor. "Don't worry about her brother. He won't know." pat, pat. "Turn her into a Fallen Angel, Lor." he motioned the other two to exit. Fixed Anet with a twisted smirk, "Family first." Eyes Lock. "Anything you wanna say before I go?"
That firm set in her jaw. Eyes narrowed at him.
"Keep her face pretty, Lor." Vic shut the door behind him.
Lor locked eyes with Anet. Wondered what games she'd gotten caught playing. It was serious whatever it was.
He gave her the once over. Hair and makeup done as if she were ready to go onstage and sing. Lips a darker shade of red. Eyes a smokier coal. She did not look pleased to be standing dressed in a most revealing black dress.
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Through Time Again
Ficção Científica((SEQUEL to Through Time She Came)) "Our family was always important to the Maggios, Anet. In your timeline, we had managed to stay well-hidden. Something changed and brought us back out into the game." 2010 is not how she left it. The Maggio and th...
