Corpius
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░░▌┋ THE OCELLO BOSS
TRY NOT TO MISTAKE WHAT YOU HAVE WITH WHAT YOU HATE
xxxxIT COULD LEAVE, IT COULD LEAVE, COME THE MORNING
xxxxxxxxxx❝ ✘xxxCarmine xV.x Ocello ❞
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TRY NOT TO MISTAKE WHAT YOU HAVE WITH WHAT YOU HATE
xxxxIT COULD LEAVE, IT COULD LEAVE, COME THE MORNING
xxxxxxxxxx❝ ✘xxxCarmine xV.x Ocello ❞
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AND IF THE SUN SHOULD LIFT ME UP
WOULD YOU COME BACK? C'MON!
It was perhaps fortunate for both of them that Carmine really didn’t hear much of what he said at first, mainly because the sound of Beau’s voice was starting to make him see red. Even Luciano was edging away nervously and Pascal was openly staring. Only Beau was the only seemingly unaffected by his imminent doom, which really wasn’t helping the issue at hand. Carmine didn’t really like people who knew how to stand up to him; he liked to make them regret their actions, and really, he wanted to see how big of a talker Beau was when his arm was broken at the elbow. But what was the going to solve? Nothing, he’d have a pissed guy with a broken arm, because violence was rarely a solution to anything. So instead, he just turned his head away, and tried to think about something far less irritating while he tried to at least catch the tail end of what Beau was saying. His words were far more respectful now and he’d gotten rid of that stupid suck-up ton of voice (well, most people would just call it being friendly, but Carmine’s a d**k like that). Provided he stuck to those words, Carmine didn’t see any reason to have the s**t kicked out of him later.
Well, aside from the fact he tried to stick a gun in his face. That was reason enough to have him incinerated in Carmine’s opinion. The gun too. Might as well torch the whole ******** factory while he was at it. Why had he come home again? Ordering people around, selling these stupid little deadly pieces of metal and plastic, playing king of the whole stupid mess. He’d rather be back at graduate school, with his dog and girl. Any day. Just because he was a better candidate than Domani didn’t mean he wanted this, even if he’d called and asked to come back.
Beau bowed out rather gracefully, and Carmine grudgingly made note to keep an eye and try and not bite heads off so easily, or people were going to wonder what his problem was. Most of the people around him hadn’t known the violent and angry youth the eldest son had once been. If they thought he was touchy now....well. He probably did have a lot of residual angry and he was probably way too happy to take it out on people like Roland or Beau who he judged lesser than him. Pity for them, because Carmine was just not the kindest individual around. Nor was he always reasonable.
Arms firmly crossed, eyes closed, he took one deep breath and breathed it out, shoving the irrational desire to punch a hole in the wall. Or several. At least he was practiced at regaining control. “Who the ******** just comes in without knocking?” He grumbled, rubbing one temple. The question was rhetorical, not that anyone in the room seemed jumping to answer him.
Speaking of which....with his back to the door, so as to not see Beau’s exit, Carmine had failed to notice Domani tiptoeing up yet again. Of course, Dom had been there awhile....not that Carmine had really been in control enough to notice.
“Che cosa sta succedendo qui."
“Scopare donnola--” Dom scaring the s**t out of Carmine will never get old. The blond jerked to look at him, recognizing the voice in that second as well, then sighed as he rubbed a hand across his eyes. “Nothing. Just someone uninvited thinking he can do what he wanted.” Which also included his job, but shhhhhhhhhh. “Do you ever make noise when you walk? Or are you taking lessons from the Niccolo kid now?” Carmine was back to joking mode- what you could call a safe zone, I suppose. “Other than that, nothing. I think I’ll have you take our little prisoner upstairs for now, lock him in one of the spare bedrooms so he can shower. Sorry, you’ll have to find someone else to play with today, unless his brother is less than useful and then you can have him back this evening. Capire? We should be meeting this after-- cazzo.” He cursed quietly as he realized he’d never told Beau the address of where’d they meet the Russians, and naturally he had no idea what the man’s phone number was.
“Luciano, if you could go catch Beau before he leaves, and give him the meeting place address? And the time.” The slip of paper Carmine passed him had both written on it. “I’d go myself, but I might just punch him. And if you could drop the gun and the ledger in my office, per favore e grazie. I’ll read it later.” It would probably be off, just like the others. Another problem to be dealt with. Carmine could feel a headache building at this point.