here comes the sun

Amaia Mora | Neutral | Social Worker & Escort | 30

Born and raised in a small town outside of Acapulco, Amaia’s mother did everything she could to shelter her from her fathers dealings with the Cartel and for the most part it worked..

Amaia wanted absolutely nothing to do with him or the things he did and for the better part of 21 years she never really knew him - just of him.

Unfortunately, and now I can’t seem to get away from it.

who: @amaiamxra​ where: the escort club when: 23:45

It was snowing in Chicago, the Kaminski operation taking in a nice cut off fresh powder sales. With stolen property minimizing any sort of product costs, a couple zeros were added to each Syndicate offshore account. And Adrian? Adrian was like fucking Santa Claus, Merry Christmas. His pockets were lined with cash to blow, blue eyes taking in the pulsating lights of the club as they scanned the surroundings. They stopped when they fell on a particular figure- raven haired and feigning a smile as she listened to a man speak. Amaia. There were plenty of women in the Loop, but none quite like her: beauty, brains and the toxic tendency to never quit him. Just as he made his approach, the Michigan Ave banker got up and headed to the bar. With one slick movement, he popped down in the booth, fingers immediately curling around the other man’s drink. “Whatever he’s paying, I can double.” 

Given a moments reprieve from current company, Amaia let herself sit back in the booth a little more, relishing the moment alone. Of course, she understood long ago that not every client would be worthwhile company, but when the conversation steered a little too far into accounting and how epic his college years were, she switched off. An inevitability that always made the night drag out a little longer. A few more hours - that was all it was - and if he returned with the drink she’d asked for, it might go a little more quickly. As if she truly believed she’d be offered a real moment of relief, Adrian’s abrupt appearance something that still subtly rattled her to her core. “Absolutely not.” Her immediate response as she cast daggers across the table at him. There were a few people that came to mind when she thought about all the reasons she detested the belly of this city, but none came close to the pinnacle her ex boyfriend provided. “I’d rather be bored to death. Now, I’m working so.. do you mind?” 

“You say terrible, I say damn near perfect.“ Antonio volleys back instead, a grin in place almost immediately at the sight of her. His night already seems to have taken a better turn having caught her before she was gone with the wind. Amaia was…. he wasn’t really sure, all he knew was that he wanted to find out all there was to know about her. As if sensing the eagerness radiating off of him she remained as illusive as ever, which of course made him all the more curious. Her smile has a way to make him soften, settling into his spot once more and shaking his head, “Raincheck again Amaia?” he purposefully drawls when he says her name. “I’m starting to think you don’t like me.” he sighs pursing his lip in a pout. “Trouble? Me?” he asks teasingly incredulous, although he’s aware she’s smarter than that. “I promise no trouble at all I’m all about a chill night.” he holds a hand up as a sign of a promise.

Of course the one evening he was actually working late just happened to be one of the biggest evenings of the year and the way it had imploded seemed almost poetic, aside from the mountain of paperwork that was thrust into his hands in it’s wake. The investigation was on going and yet it didn’t take a genius to stand back and gather that once again the Bratva and Syndicate had made moves against one another. Only it seemed their efforts were getting more brazen as time passed with such a public display of violence. Nevertheless, when the opportunity arose to have dinner and drinks with an old friend, Jake eagerly took his leave from the precinct. “Alright, you can quit that right there. There are no further details, it was literally just that. Hell I don’t even know her name  — but she always makes the same order without fail and it caught my attention. That’s it, Maia.” He chuckled, internally cursing himself for having mentioned the several chance encounters with the almond croissant woman. “Best you leave the detective work to the real professionals.“

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t know her name!” A look of incredulity crossed her features as she lent in against the table between them a little more, glass of wine rocking gently between her fingers. “It just caught your attention. Nobody pays attention to that kind of stuff unless there’s a reason to. We’ve been having dinner for years now and I couldn’t tell you how you have your steak cooked. So, I deduce that you clearly think she’s cute and you’re passing up what could be an opportunity of a lifetime.” It was a little out there, but she was always for the idea of Jake taking a little more time for himself - away from the office. “How many people do you actually think get to live out the ultimate meet cute? Too few, Jake. Too. Few.” 

Skylar shrugged her shoulders as her hands set on the edge of the roof top as she stared down towards the ground. “I don’t even know where to start, Amaia.” The blonde spoke softly as she listened to the busy streets underneath them as she pressed her lips together. “I just… don’t know why I keep doing this to myself. It’s like… I like being miserable.” She cleared her throat, leaning down onto her elbows. “What about you? Tell me your life is better than mine right now.”

That was always where she got caught up too - where to start. “I mean, from experience, just start with whatever needs to come out first.” Not that she wanted to push Skylar to talk about any of it, but the last thing she wanted was to continue to watch the blonde suffer. “I don’t wanna’ play your therapist or anything, and that’s not what this is about.. but, you’re not that great at talking about it, you know?” She offered up a gentle smile as she moved to stand beside her friend, looking out at the city below. “You don’t like being miserable, but at this point that’s what’s familiar for you. I’m working two jobs and barely sleeping four hours a night, my life is much better than yours right now. I’m sans the drama and I kinda like it that way.”

The firepit before her continued to roar despite the light snowfall, a welcome heat to match that which built up with every glass of wine that settled in her system. The disastrous tone that new years eve left in the air hadn’t quite unhinged it’s grip on the city, but Amaia had long since known that Chicago would withstand it all regardless. “Oh, come on. You can’t just drop that little gem and not expect me to ask more.” The brunette curled a little further inwards, tugging her long coat tighter around her frame as she looked to current company, “I need details and you know it.” 

where: outside purgatory nightclub

who: @amaiamxra​ 

Antonio had spent his New Years outside of the city and hearing what had happened at the party he was all the more thankful he was miles away. Ever since he’d ended up in the Bratva it felt like one dangerous event followed by the next, the path he was on not one that allowed for an exit so he maneuvered in the best way he knew how and let everything else fall into place. Of course drinks, loud music, and a fun night helped ease the worries. Stepping towards the entrance of the club he caught sight of Amaia, looking better than the last time he’d saw her. “Leaving so soon?” he called out as he closed the distance between them. “Was hoping I could buy you a drink.”