-MAFBABY

/                    cb & spec ??    & also,  cb for what relation you want with him !!

“Pft. Didn’t you read the sign on the door? I’m very busy today. I can’t custom make you a suit or anything .” The blonde spoke without looking up, sewing some fabric in their messy workspace, hearing the door open 

@fleetingxdawn          —        babysitter or protection.. she could pick. but, her father was a very hated man and alastair knew that the only valuable thing to the man was the girl, he couldn’t let his wife be targeted and killed now, could be? he would roll his eyes at her dramatics, gripping the wheel under his hand as to a stressball. she was one hell of a whiner, thats forsure. “you’re not getting babysat,” he reminded as he turned in quickly to the exit, tire’s screaming once more. “you need protection and i can’t always be up your ass twenty four seven, unfortunately.” he shrugged, flinching slightly at her yell of order. “goddamn,” he growled as he snapped his head to her. “you’re a fucking buzzkill.. couldn’t your father had a fucking mouse or somethin?” he fucked, cussing under his breath. “don’t you ever yell at me again.” he warned, flashing her a dangerous glare. 

@fleetingxdawn           —       he wasn’t happy about this just as much as she wasn’t. but, it was the only negotiation-able way to do things. if she wanted to blame someone, that’d be all on her father.  the speeding was only to try and shut her up, especially the sharp turn. he didn’t like being questioned every fucking second, and she was being pesky about it. “do i look like i follow the rules?” he huffed back at her remark. alastair romeo did everything but follow law and order, that was all so bullshit because that was the government’s excuse to do falsey things behind everyones back. he wasn’t dumb. “you can do everything you want,” he would confirm. “just, with a bodyguard.” he grinned sheepishly. “matteo,” he nodded. “very good man.” 

@fleetingxdawn     —      alastair was indeed a feminist and was all for women having their rights and such. but, his wife wasn’t going to haul ass for money when he brung it all to the table without a fuss. he was a wealthy man, too wealthy. he would hum at her words, quickly taking a turn into another interstate, tires squealing. “you’re gonna listen to me,” he would say, voice calm and collected. “do you want your poor daddy to die because his daughter can’t cooperate for shit?” he asked as he turned to look at her after steading his pace on the road, going seventy in a fifty. 

@fleetingxdawn       —      alastair didn’t like when his deals went into error. though, it was never his fault, he just had pesky and unrealistic surrounding me. one particular had put himself in a dowsy, ending in life or death, the ‘life in this situation was the mans daughter, his mother vulnerable and valuable possession. what did alastair do, he married her, hell with it. the money would keep rolling in and there’d be no doubt. he was just left with a whiny and pesky woman. he wanted to go ahead and push her out of his sportscar that was going almost a hundred enroute to his, her, home. but, he couldn’t.. profit was needed.   he’d exhale a sigh at her words as he tapped his finger on the steering wheel. “i don’t expect nothing less.” he’d simply shrug. “you’re my wife on paper and a technicality, that’s all. but, you’ll not go anywhere out of my sight.” he added, voice husky and deep, italian thick.  

welcome to lapin lounge ! i'll be your bunny today ~ is this your first time visiting us ?

“i suggest you quiet down.. unless you’d like this knife in your neck?”

“Hello again.”

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