crimson leans back in his seat, an arm wrapped around you're waist, his hand settled on you're hip, his other hand occupied by his drink. "so, blitzo, have ya always been a hitman?" he asked, taking a drink out of his cup. blitzo still a bit sour set the empty glass down, leaning back, "no, no. Not always, yeah, I was in the circus for awhile."
crimson hummed setting the glass cup down, "ah, good money in show business," he said leaning back, moxxie looked at blitzo before shifting his gaze back to his wife, "uh- wasn't there a reason you called us?" you asked, reminding crimson of the reason why he called for I.M.P. moxxie nodded looking at his father, "yes, sir. why are we here if its not for business?"
crimson frowned lighting a cigar up, "moxxie, I raised you better than that, ya know business comes after dinner. besides, we're still waitin' on one more guest." Moxxie frowned, "one more guest? Who?"
The study's doors slammed open, startling both you and moxxie, you tensing up in surprise ears flicked entirely upwards, flicking slightly as a loud obnoxious voice cuts through the once comfortable slience, "woo-hoo-hoo! what is up party people?" you look over you're shoulder, ears flicking slightly, the young demon in question was a shark, blueish skin, ripped pants, a black jacket thrown over a simple white shirt, his hair slicked back, "chaz?!" moxxie and Millie say in shock, moxxie shakes off the shock for a minute, looking at his wife, "wait, you know him?" he says incredulously, gesturing to Chaz who winked at the pair.
Millie scoofed in disgust, huffing. "yeah, remember that "ex" I was tellin' you?" moxxie nodded, before she could continue, Chaz popped up behind the pair, throwing his arms around the imp couple, "well, well, well! looks like I have two big sex reunions!" a low growl ripped from Millie's throat as moxxie shrugged off Chaz's touch, he chuckled regardlessly, "how lucky am I?"
she looked over at moxxie while Chaz turned his attention towards crimson and you, a slow, cheeky smirk spreading across his face as the couple talked in the background, "wait, you dated him too?" Millie asked as moxxie nodded. "heeeeey, name's chazwick, but my flings call me Chaz, and so can yo-"
"f*ck off before I put a bullet threw you're head, horse f*cker." crimson said, expression cold as Chaz backed off immediately, mutter something beneath his breath, while blitzo cursed for whatever reason before responding to whatever Chaz said, "ha! moxxie in the mafi, that's f*cking rich."
you and blitzo looked around, well, it seemed pretty obvious to you that moxxie was part of the mafi, but the loan sharks dragging in body bags to the basem*nt was a dead giveaway, the realization hitting blitzo a lot slower, "oh... sh*t." Millie looked at moxxie, concerned, "you never told me about this..." moxxie stammered slightly, their voices fading out as you looked around, above the fireplace was a family portrait.
a young moxxie standing between his parents, his mother with him, his father crimson leaned back in a chair, smoking a cigar, you looked around, there were only signs of crimson living here, you hadn't seen any wife, maybe moxxie's mother passed away or was somewhere in the home busy with something? though looking back at crimson in the picture said otherwise, he looked... terrifying, like he'd be willing to kill his own family if he had too, which was an unsettling thought, "you comin' doll?" crimson asked, he had set you off to the side, in favour of showing everybody where the dining room was because the maid had annouced that dinner was done, you nodded standing up, following him out of the study room, through the quiet to where the dining room was.
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I did a stupid thing, I've been writing instead of letting my arm heal, strained it just a tiny, lil bit. and sh*t hit the fan, y'know how you open a bag of chips? right? you grab both sides and just pull? imagine that, but with skin. I had to stop writing, cut it short because my arm is in immense pain, but I finished up writing this up, I used my tablet for the first half of this chapter, midway is when I switched to my Chromebook because of the rip, to finish typing this chapter out with my right hand. I'm tempted to take a pic and put it up, but I feel like Wattpad would just immediately take this book down, so I'm refraining from my impulsive thoughts.
