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Post by Kat on Sept 16, 2006 6:36:24 GMT -5
Ace listened attentively to everything being said. So this apparently had nothing to do with Logan at all, these guys were after him? But who were they, and why? When Antonio pushed his chin up with the gun, Ace felt rooted to the spot and unable to move. He was still freaking out and wondering who these people were. They must be after something. He badly wanted to ask Antonio what they wanted, to try and appear more calm then he felt. But the truth of the matter was that he was so frightened that he couldn't even move to give the man his cell phone. He just stood there and stared at him, his mind racing over all the possibilities.
Fio had looked up from Logan when Antonio spoke, looking over at he and Ace. She smirked when she saw the look on that kid's face. He was scared. Not just scared, he looked absolutely terrified and the look excited her. She reluctantly looked back down at Logan. "You too, if you have one. Don't make me search you boy, it won't be enjoyable." She sneered at Logan, the gun still pointing at him.
(You can feel free to have Antonio search Ace for his phone if you want, or slap him around until he starts listening, whatever works! If he does search him though his phone is in the inside pocket of his coat)
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Post by LNS on Sept 16, 2006 20:58:02 GMT -5
Though Logan was slightly relived that this had nothing to do with his father he couldn't help but wonder why the hell they were after Ace. What could they hope to gain? Well money quite possibly. But this somehow didn't strike him as what this was all about.
With Fio's boot still pressed down on his chest Logan hadn't been able to move. Eyes followed in the direction Fio was looking when Antonio spoke. He couldn't quite see Ace but he imaged the soccer star was undoubtedly scared.
"I don't have one." Logan stated truthfully.
He didn't see the need for one, nor did he like having to toe much of anything with him. A cell was one of those modern annoyances he had so far avoided. Though the way his father was going on about 'business' he'd have to come to terms with one eventually.
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Post by Cres on Sept 17, 2006 1:14:35 GMT -5
Antonio was not pleased. Sure, he enjoyed the scared expression and the knowledge that he had all the power over the boy at the moment - but Ace was just not doing what he was told. That needed to be fixed. Antonio raised his gun hand and brought it down in a harsh slap over Ace's ear, hard enough to hurt good but not enough to cause any severe damage, and then kicked the blond's feet off from under him. He twirled his gun in his hand and stepped closer, aiming the weapon right at Ace's feet.
"You know, I said we'll need you a bit longer, but I didn't say you'd need to have all your limbs intact, did I?" he said meanly. "And it's kinda hard to play soccer with a broken knee, eh, boy? Now - the phone! And don't give me any bullshit you ain't got one."
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Post by Kat on Sept 17, 2006 9:03:57 GMT -5
Ace was completely caught off guard when Antonio hit him, not having expected it. The hit to his head stung and his ear was ringing. When he fell to the floor, however, that hurt even more. He was used to falling on grass, he got tossed around enough during soccer games that hitting the ground outside didn't bother him at all. But the hard concrete was another matter.
The man's words frightened him more than anything else, though. Would they really injure him so drastically? He already had his problems with his knees as it was, he certainly didn't need this guy to add the finishing touch. Moving automatically, not really even thinking about it, he reached inside his jacket to the inside pocket and removed his cell phone. Antonio was right, his cell was the top of the line with tracking enabled. But the only problem would be that someone would have to be looking for him, which he had a feeling wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. Though they had a meeting with the props master now, he would simply assume they couldn't make it and not make a fuss about it. He was stuck, it seemed. Keeping his eyes on the floor, Ace held the phone out for Antonio to take.
Fio enjoyed watching Antonio rough Ace up a bit, and she turned back to Logan. So he said he didn't have a phone. Maybe she ought to search him anyway. Leaning down again she slid a hand over his neck, squeezing it slightly. "I'm not so sure I believe you, boy. So you better hope I don't find anything on you, or you'll really be hurting then." Releasing his neck and keeping her gun pointed at his face, Fio started roughly patting down his body, searching through his clothes for a phone. She didn't find one, but she had managed to manhandle the boy a bit, which made her happy. She stood back up and kept her gun on Logan. "This one was actually telling the truth, imagine that."
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Post by Cres on Sept 18, 2006 5:14:53 GMT -5
Antonio was most pleased when Ace started actually doing what he was told. The sensation of power had his head rushing with the pleasant feeling of adrenaline and his smile widened as he grabbed the phone and then slipped it into his jacket pocket. He had some plans for the cell later. He glanced at Fio when she reported on Logan not having a phone on him, and smirked a bit.
"Well it's good the boys are beginning to see the perks of cooperation," he said and then glanced over his shoulder. "'ey, Rocco, go tell Papa we've got the kid and ask him what he wants us to do with the other one. And move the car, eh?"
Rocco nodded and went out the door. Antonio turned his attention back to Ace and crouched on the floor next to him. His eyes had a predator expression.
"Now, tell me... just how well would you say you know Mr Ciro Tirano?"
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Post by Kat on Sept 19, 2006 20:53:32 GMT -5
Listening to Antonio giving out his instructions, Ace was worriedly looking over at Logan. What would they do with him? What if they killed Logan, seeing as how they didn't need him? It would be his fault for getting Logan into this, if only he hadn't insisted on showing off his mother's contacts, Logan wouldn't be involved in this mess. His thoughts were still scattered as Antonio crouched down next to him. When he spoke though, Ace's head snapped to look Antonio in the face finally.
This had to do with Chip? What could this possibly have to do with Chip? Ace was too shocked to say anything, he just stared back at Antonio, the look on his face making it painfully obvious that he knew Ciro Tirano extremely well and was beyond surprised to hear his name brought up.
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Post by Cres on Sept 24, 2006 0:24:39 GMT -5
Antonio could hardly contain his glee at Ace's expression. He, of course, was fully aware of the nature of the relationship between Ace and Chip, but he enjoyed teasing the boy. He hated Chip - bitterly and for many reasons - and to get his little "love-toy" in his hands was all just too good. And now - now it seemed like he'd hit the jackpot. Up until now, Antonio hadn't been sure if Ace knew about Chip's side business with the mafia, or of his deep connections, but the expression on Ace's face confirmed to him that he very likely did not. He laughed.
"Oh, no, this is just too good, ain't it Fio?" he said and glanced at her. Then his eyes turned to Ace again and his voice turned to a purr. "He has no idea. The boy's being fucked by the son of Mario-fucking-Tirano himself, and he ain't got a clue!"
He laughed again, finding the situation extremely hilarious. He had been convinced of the deep feelings Chip held for Ace when he'd seen the two together, and the serious-seeming nature of the relationship had made him think that Chip would have told Ace where he was getting himself into, especially once it had dawned on Antonio just how well connected Ace himself was. To find that Ace in fact had no idea, that Antonio was now handed with the opportunity to break the little bubble Chip had apparently been building for himself - it was just priceless. Priceless.
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Post by Kat on Sept 24, 2006 1:26:23 GMT -5
Fio couldn't believe it either, laughing at Antonio's comment. "Well should we be surprised? I mean look at the boy." At this Fio looked directly over at Ace now, her gun still pointed down at Logan as her lips were curved into a hateful grin. "He's so fucking pretty I bet Chip doesn't do anything with him but fuck him. Is that right, sweetheart? Do the two of you ever talk, or do you just spend your time together with your dicks in each other's mouths?" Fio had a particularly strong hatred of gays, but especially gay men. Once she had heard Chip was in fact gay, she'd thrown herself into helping plan this against him. He'd learn his lesson the hard way.
Ace was beyond mortified at the comments being made by Antonio and Fio. How did they know about he and Chip? And of course as always, they automatically assumed it was all sex. He wasn't about to deny it though, far too fearful for his life at the moment. Or at least his life as an athlete.
And of course there was the whole fact that Chip was apparently involved with the Mafia and hadn't told him! Would Chip really keep something like that from him? Was everything all a lie, a cover-up for his crime-related career? A sudden though hit him like a brick just then. What if Chip was using him for something? What if there was someone Chip was trying to get at and he was being used as some sort of pawn? No, as the thought entered his head he dismissed it. Chip was in love with him. He was certain about it. But the fact that he had hidden his involvement with the Mafia was really tearing at Ace. He'd had plenty of opportunity to tell him. He had divulged all his secrets to Chip, and here Chip had withheld probably the most important secret from him.
Now the question simply remained of what exactly Antonio and his crew wanted with him.
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Post by Cres on Sept 25, 2006 0:49:46 GMT -5
Antonio chuckled at Fio's comments, highly amused. She was certainly a woman to his liking. Antonio shook his head, enjoying Ace's mortified expression thoroughly.
"I guess the pretty boy here had best hope that the Tirano kid has some feelings for him that extend deeper than his dick," he said, quite happy to encourage mistrust for Chip's feelings in Ace. "Otherwise, he'll end up the bottom of the river head first." He looked at Ace again. "Well, I guess I had better educate you since your precious boyfriend hasn't seen the need. Ciro Tirano comes from a long line of hired hands. Mario Tirano is probably the best hitman on this side of the globe." He glanced over to Fio with a smirk. "Present company excluded." Antonio liked to think a lot of himself, and knew that Fio wanted to think she exceeded the "Old Legend" Mario by far in skills with a gun. He turned to look at Ace again. "And I know from personal experience that the apple hasn't fallen far from the tree. We go a long way back, Ciro and me."
Unconsciously, his other hand found its way to touching on the side of his face, near the ear. The scar had faded to a degree, but Antonio still never forgot about its existence. Chip had very nearly cut off his ear that time. As Antonio's mind returned to this incident, his eyes turned a darker shade and a dangerous expression spread over his face. He was very particular about his appearance, and in attacking his face Chip had made a mortal enemy.
"You have no idea," he hissed as he stared at Ace, "what great pleasure it brings me to have his little love toy in my hands. I've waited a long time for a chance to teach that particular young cock a lesson and," he traced the gun point over Ace's face, from the ear along the jawline to the blond's lips even as the evil smirk widened, "now I've got just the thing to do it with. Tell me, kid... what do you think he'd do to get you back alive - and in one piece?"
It was clear he was expecting an answer this time. By now it must have also been obvious to Fio and Martin that Antonio was taking this mission quite personally.
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Post by Kat on Sept 25, 2006 22:33:51 GMT -5
(Oh no that's fine, anything to build history you come up with is fine by me:)
Ace listened in stunned silence as Antonio talked, the information barely registering. Chip appeared to really be in deep with this stuff. How could he not tell him? Especially when he had enemies as seemingly personal as this guy?
He held his breath as Antonio traced the gun over his face, fear gripping him. He had to keep reminding himself that they needed him alive, at least for the time being. When Antonio asked him what he thought Chip would do for him, he found himself wondering the same thing. Would Chip comply with whatever it was Mario wanted? Would there be a price that was too high for his boyfriend?
His eyes looked up and met Antonio's. He wasn't sure how to respond, but knew he had to say something. "I don't know. I guess you'll have to ask him."
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Post by Cres on Sept 26, 2006 3:24:18 GMT -5
Antonio smirked in the most evil way he was able. Which, needless to say, touched on malicious insanity.
"Oh, I will," he said. "Don't you worry, kid - I will." He smirked. "And when I do, you'd better hope he's willing to lay down his life for you."
Then Antonio stood up, satisfied that he had managed to get Ace sufficiently freaked out and uncertain. The desire for revealing the ugly truth to Chip was rising in him, and he looked at Fio.
"Fio, keep the kids entertained, huh? I'll go have a little chat with Ciro." He knew how much Chip disliked his real name and thus always used it. "I might take a while." With a smirk, Antonio then turned and walked out. He knew just where to find Chip to tell him the news.
[[exit Antonio for a while. He'll go find Chip and then come back - I think he'll be gone for maybe an hour or something. Also, I decided to change it so that Rocco just called to Papa Romano - that'll make it all easier. XD I've edited the earlier bit.]]
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Post by LNS on Oct 8, 2006 18:09:22 GMT -5
Logan didn't know what to make of everything being said. His head was spinning as he listened. Chip and Ace were together? What the hell? Well that gave him a damn good clue as to why they wanted Ace. And lucky him, he just had to be the idiot that was around Ace when they decided to nab him. Wonderful.
Though he tried craning his head back to see Ace he couldn't and finally had to stop trying as it was causing him a great deal of pain. As much as he wanted to sit up he highly doubted asking Fio nicely or otherwise would get the girl to move. So Logan stayed where he was fairly certain that his ribs were bruised. Not like it mattered. He wasn't needed. They'd made that quite clear. So what the hell were they going to do with him? If they were planning to kill him they may as well get it over with. He really didn't care to listen to any more revelations about anyone.
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Post by Cres on Oct 9, 2006 7:44:07 GMT -5
[[do we skip ahead to the time when Antonio gets back or does Fio wanna have some fun with the boys meanwhile?]]
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Post by Kat on Oct 9, 2006 10:26:07 GMT -5
(Hmm, Fio does want to play a bit with Ace, but we can move on quickly, we'll just pretend that this little bit takes a lot longer;)
Fio watched Antonio leave, a smile on her face. Now what to do with the boys? She stepped back from Logan, looking at both boys. Logan was conveniently in front of one of the big mixing vats-- this warehouse had, at one time, been used as a mixing factory for a paint company, and since she didn't feel like letting either of them out of her sight, she looked over at Ace and told him to get up.
"Come and sit over here, next to your friend." She looked back at Logan and smirked. "And you can sit up, I don't like talking to people who are laying down." To her slight disappointment, Ace actually listened to her and moved over closer to Logan, sitting back against the machine, his knees drawn up to his chest. The boy certainly didn't look very happy. She hoped to make him even less happier.
"So tell us, pretty boy, what is old Ciro like? I always wondered that myself, if he was the type to be romantic at all, or if he was the type to simply throw you on the bed and fuck you as hard and fast as he felt like." She had a feeling, or she hoped, at least, that Logan didn't know about Ace and Chip. He had looked a little surprised after all.
Ace wouldn't look at her, his eyes on the floor. He certainly wasn't going to reply. Especially not in front of Logan. If they managed to get out of this alive, how would Logan react to him when things went back to normal? Or at least as normal as they could be, after this.
Fio crouched in front of Ace, tracing the barrel of her gun over his cheek to get his attention. She smiled when he looked at her finally, shock on his face when he felt the gun on his cheek. "I asked you a question. I'd appreciate an answer."
A little fearful of what she might do if he kept quiet, he realized he didn't have a choice. However, he didn't exactly feel like disclosing the fact that they hadn't slept together yet. He had a feeling it may have an effect he really wouldn't want. "He's the romantic type." He spoke as low as he dared, not wanting to have Logan overhear much, even though he was close enough to.
Unfortunately for Ace, Fio wanted to involve Logan. She moved back from Ace and looked at the other boy. "So Logan, did you even know your friend here was a little faggot? Did you ever have any idea that he spend his nights with some guy's dick in his ass? Does it bother you, or are you one of those liberal pieces of shit who think people can do whatever they want?" In her mind, people who supported gays were just as bad as the sinners themselves.
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Post by Cres on Oct 9, 2006 10:51:57 GMT -5
[[Oohh, Antonio's sorely disappointed to miss this! XD But I guess I ought to let you guys play along a little without me, to make it a bit more creditable time-wise. It's good that Fio's getting the tormenting up and going though, we don't want these boys to get off too easy! ^-^]]
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