You say that like they ever had a chance pinning the tail on this donkey.
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“Obviously, we can’t let that happen, Rod.” Mello rocked his head to one side, eyes wide and wary of the other’s movements. “In fact, we should be prepared for a raid within the next few days. In the meantime, you’re right.”
The teen gave a quick shake of his head, declining the offer. “We should concentrate on moving to a new location for now. It wouldn’t be smart to intoxicate ourselves at a time like this. Not until it’s certain we’re secure.”
What kind of genius would he be if he let his guard down after a trite victory? He may have claimed the notebook, but he had yet to claim Kira’s head.
“I’ve a place in mind, unless you have something else planned?” He looked down at the boy in his leathers and bare arms. He didn’t want to second guess him, just preemptively even, knowing that quick temper and a few little curls of his handwriting could be the death of him. It was almost nerve wrecking to think that it could be so simple. Like pulling a trigger only there would be no sound. No knowledge. No proof. It was a golden ticket to becoming the very best and he grinned.
That had been surprisingly easy. Usually it came to the point where she’d have to shove over an end table or throw a lamp against the wall to prove that she meant business. As terrible as it was, she was satisfied. Anything to get her way. Upon curling the keys into the gloved recesses of her fist, she moved to shoulder past the large male - he grabbed her wrist just in time.
“I’m not stupid. I’d always call you if I needed you.” That was almost a lie. The woman always hesitated to ask for help if only because she didn’t want to seem incapable but when she found herself caught between a rock and a hard place, he was always the first she contacted.
“Make sure the kids are in bed by the time I get back.”
He knew everything about it was a bad idea. It just didn’t sit right with him. “They will be,” he said. “I love you.” He ducked in for a kiss. He felt stupid thinking that he might not see her again, but he knew better than to be hopeful with this kind of a job - he’d already made the first mistake by settling down and starting a family at all. It was a target as big and broad as daylight and it was honestly some kind of miracle that they hadn’t all been killed yet.
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Misha stiffened her back and shifted her weight from one foot to the other - when her hands went to her hips, the children knew it was time to get out before she started throwing things. Anne scooped up the baby and grabbed the carton of ice cream from the freezer before fleeing to their playroom. Lawliet followed quickly after, not bothering to collect his books. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and trotted around the corner without a word.
She didn’t bother to check and see if they’d made themselves scarce before she continued.
“And what if they grow up without a dad, hm? Is that okay? Don’t you fucking bullshit me with that maternal-figure tripe. Just because you turned out ‘fine’—”
The stress she put on the word made it sound as though her use was almost sarcastic.
“—without a father doesn’t mean I can raise them myself. You don’t need one parent over the other. In fact, I’d guess that you could do without either.”
Her tongue pushed against the back of her grinding teeth. It was obvious she was coming to the point where she’d hardly be able to contain her frustration any longer.
“You can’t keep me from doing my job. You can’t keep me from fucking leaving the house. That’s what you’re doing right now.” She stood, frigid. Unmoving. “I’m an adult. I can make my own damn decisions and right now, I need to go to work. I’m sick of staying in the house while you do all of the important shit. Let me go.”
As though it might somehow change his mind, she forced herself to spit out an insincere,
“Baby,” he said sighing and dropping his hands to his sides. “I’m not wanting to argue with you.” Honestly, there had only been a handful of times that he really had wanted to and most of those times were when he was tired or bordering drunk.
She was not fun to argue with as there was no ground given or taken because she was so hard-headed. Maybe he was a little bit too when it came down to it. Maybe.
So he would pick his battles. She didn’t need to be more upset about this than she already was - especially if it meant potentially poor planning.
“Here.” He handed her the keys. “Call me as soon as it’s over with - call me if you need me.” He grabbed her wrist. “Please.”
I had one once. When I was younger - but I had it removed as it was to an old affiliation. I don’t like having marks on me that can make me further identifiable.
“If I were doubting you, I would have made it more obvious.” The gloved hand extended toward Rod, snatching the cell from his boss’s hand and placing it up to his ear. Almost immediately after, he began his intimidation routine on the most important man in the United States.
A few moments and threats of World War Three later, Mello was hearing what he wanted from the President. The business was as follows: David Hoope was to give the mafia all the information he had on the SPK, and in return, he would be kept alive. The blond’s attempts at receiving satellites and missiles from him were a no-go.
He tossed the phone back to Rod once the call ended. “The United States is on our side now.” Smirk.
“No catches?” Rod asked, taking the phone and sliding it back into his pocket. “You can’t trust those bastards. They’ll take us out the moment they find us.”
The notebook though, they had that and it would keep them safe. Right. Safe. “We should move bases.” He took the few short strides to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a shot. A toast, maybe just because they had succeeded thus far. “A drink, Mello?”