Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

Anthony Michael Acerbi brushed a hand through his black hair, mussing it enough to remove any bit of order or unnaturalness. It was the one bit of rebelliousness he held towards his familia. There was nowhere in the rules that said he needed to constantly be dressed as if he were going to be attending a funeral, no matter how many times The Godfather was watched it was simply not his style. Anthony, or Tony as he preferred, though he preferred his nickname 'Bloody Tony' even more, liked to dress in comfortable clothes that fit whatever job he was on. Right now his job was to blend in and do next to nothing. Simply observe what was placed in front of him and perhaps later, much later, or never even more information would be presented that would allow them to act on it. This club was perhaps ones of the busiest within the city, and as such, quite the money maker. The rest of his familia was interested in money, so naturally they were interested in this club. It was not much of a job, but these were the kind Tony liked after the ones that he really liked. Last night had been one of those. Tony had not really cared that it was a judge, but he immensely enjoyed the fact that it had been a judge's family, and that family included one of the sexiest pieces of seventeen year old ass he'd ever had. Almost as good as the cop's, he thought to himself in a moment of enjoyable reliving the past. He wasn't sure what he liked more the look of absolute and terrified fear on their faces, or the sudden wetness when he stole their innocence. He supposed it really didn't matter, as he always got both. Killing them was a far third, but that he still enjoyed as well, along with their pleading, screeching faces. Yea, he needed a day to relax after that night. In fact, he was still sore from the fucking he'd given last night, and his ears were ringing a little bit from the explosion that had made sure in triplicate the entire family was dead. Flipping the hood of his comfortable sweatshirt over the mat of loose hairs, he walked into the club without much trouble after showing his ID. There wasn't a dress code unless it was a fight night, which this was not, and Tony liked the comfortable clothes he was wearing presently a hooded sweatshirt, white tee beneath, and an equally dark pair of khaki's. The pants were bulky and covered the legally concealed snub .38 revolver that he carried at all times attached to his calf. He had far too many enemies to go anywhere unarmed, and it wasn't as if he could count on the police, could he? The thought brought a smile to his face as he lazily settled into the bar stool and folded his arms onto the bar. Jaime! Jai! I need a refill! Only because of the recent memory flash did the name set off any bells. The cops daughter was named Jaime, wasn't she? Alright Henry, just gimme one second okay? The voice was close enough, but the ringing in his ear from the last night was still chiming like an annoyingly soft bird. Could it really be her? The thought passed his mind, and immediately Tony dismissed it. He'd beaten her into a pulp, and while it hadn't been the most well executed of his disposals, it was what made him Bloody Tony. There was always a lot of blood, and that meant the job was done, finished, dead. Hey there, welcome to Gold-Wing, my names Jaime. What can I get to start you off for the night? For the briefest of seconds Tony's world slowed until he was sure he was dying, but then when nothing happened he realized that it was not a mistake. She was alive, alive and well. Briefly he wondered if she would recognize him, and then he knew she would. Tony had not been careful about showing his face to her, after all she was going to die after he had finished having his fun with her. There was a cop down the bar, and things could quickly get ugly, but he knew she would be afraid. Perhaps... Just perhaps there was a way out of this without getting an APB put on him. What a stupid mistake, was his last thought before lifting his head slowly and speaking quietly, Yea actually... you can start me off... with a rum and coke, add lime. Then he let his eyes simply bore into hers. He remembered them, fear crystallized in tears, despair frozen in those darling and unblinking ocean blue. Bloody Tony grinned, he could almost taste the memory of her sweaty skin, bloodied and full of fear as he raped her tiny body. S-sure. One moment Those words, that tone, and that look convinced Tony that he would be able to leave without an issue. So he took a moment or two more to consider his little... Mistake. She was once again petrified to stone and a sudden urge to take her just as he had all those years ago overcame Tony, he nearly reached for her right then, but the sudden shift in his body woke him from his daze. It was time to leave. He would figure out how to deal with this mistake later. With a casual glance down the bar from under his hood he noticed the cop was beginning to stare, fucking pig, was his only thought as he turned and slipped from the stool. The back door was a better option, so he took it. - Brandon Thomas Caito was strangely in a good mood this evening. He'd been on patrol for just over ten hours and typically just wanted a stiff drink, a look at Jai, and then some solid sleep. It was such bullshit that rookies got all of shittiest details, but he put up with it all with only his silent curses to keep himself sane. Being a cop in this city was a good gig, and one he had wanted since he was the age of eight. It had started with the TV shows, comics, toy cars, and action figures. Then just as quickly it went from fantasy to reality when his father, a fire-fighter, had introduced him to a friend on the blue side. Brandon had gotten to go on a ride-a-long, then started spending as much time as he could down at the station. While his mother had worried, his father had known that Brandon was going to be a cop whether he tried to stop it or not, and had decided to do all he could to get Brandon in with the men he knew on the force. High school, college, the academy had all been a blur. His strict upbringing had kept him well within the legal side of partying, drinking and co-eds were the only substances Brandon had ever indulged in. His grades were good, physical fitness even better, and to boot the Blue's always enjoyed stealing a family member from the other side of the city. But none of that was the reason Brandon was excited. Tonight is the night! He had made the promise to his partner Chavez, after explaining in a moment of boredom induced confessions, to her about the bartender at Golden Eagle he had developed a crush over. Jaime. Every cop knew or knew about her dad. How he had nearly single-handily brought the majority of the familia behind bars, at least all the important ones. Brandon only knew about the man, having joined the force after his murder and Jai's rape and near murder. The entire police force visited this club from time to time to check up on her now, and even though the investigation had only given them a name 'Bloody Tony' was perhaps the most wanted man in the state. Unfortunately nobody knew what he looked like, or if his name was even Tony, and even if it was half the members of the Mafia along the East Coast were named Tony. Still, they tried, and for Brandon, well, it had led to the biggest crush of his life. Jaime was pretty, sexy even, but Brandon didn't care about that nearly as much as how cute and innocent she seemed. At first he thought it was just over protectiveness like he had for his sisters. After that confession to Chavez, she had convinced him it was not nearly the same thing, and tonight he was going to ask her on a date. That was why he was so happy, nothing to worry about, even if she said no he would have at least asked her. Brandon didn't like leaving things unsaid or undone, so the fact that he was going to ask was enough for him, and when she threw him that flirty grin earlier it only had strengthened his resolve. He observed her easy handling of Henry and the arrival of the newcomer. Brandon had taken Henry to the station twice before, but it had never required any paperwork and the man even offered to clean up Brandon's car after he had left some of what he had drunk the night before in the back seat. The newcomer was nobody Brandon recognized, but that wasn't horribly abnormal for him, it was a rather large city and he was a new cop. It wouldn't take him long, but he was not nearly as good with faces as Jaime was. Turning his attention back to Jaime, Brandon felt his spine tingle, why wasn't she moving? Jaime was one of the more active bartenders, and her nearly endless energy was another thing he adored. She was just napping, Brandon reminded himself, maybe it had been a long day? Only there was something off about the way she was acting. As a cop his job was to know when something was wrong, and the moment he caught the hooded figure flinch, before glancing down the bar, Brandon knew something was wrong. However, he was unsure exactly what was going on, so he glanced behind to see if the hooded man had been looking at something else. When he turned back, the man was gone, and Jaime had just dropped a bottle. Something is really wrong. Brandon was on his feet in a flash, and behind the bar just in time to catch Jai as she toppled forwards. Catching her gently, he looked once more for the hooded figure and only saw the back door closing. Well it wouldn't due to go chasing the man now. Not to mention, Brandon was far too concerned about Jaime at this point. Jai? He queried gently, while giving her a little shake as he lifted her to her feet. It was incredible how light she felt, compared to handling the normal drunken slobs that were part of a rookies duties on the force. Jam? He said a bit louder, and more insistently with another shake, this one a little firmer. Are you okay? You need a break?