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“I don’t understand why you’re so upset. It’s a party. At a fucking club where these sorts of things tend to happen. I don’t see why you’re so mad at me though. You’re brother is in the middle of a fucking orgy, and I go off with one girl and you’re mad at me? After you practically yell at me and turn me down when I ask you if you want to join? It’s not like I turned you down. But also, it’s not like you asked me either. I’m sorry, but the girl who walked up and asked if I wanted body shots got my attention first.”

“I’m upset because I wanted to be the one you fucked tonight. Just me, not you and me and someone else. Especially not her. Honestly, I’m surprised she wasn’t already off with someone else, she moves so quickly. I thought you had better taste than that, Anatoly. I pray you don’t catch anything from her.”

Anatoly was taken aback. He wasn’t sure what the hell he had done to Felicity, especially considering the fact that she was the one who barged in on him having a good time with a friend of his, on top of the fact that she had insulted that friend. Anatoly wasn’t all that willing to accept that sort of attitude from her, not this time. Usually, he let Felicity talk to him and treat him however she wanted to, he usually let most people do that to him. But he was having a good time and she was being a pain in his ass for no fucking reason. “What the hell, Lissy?” he said, moving to lean onto the table. “What is your deal? I don’t see what’s wrong here?”

Felicity looked up at him when he spoke, “Are you kidding me? You don’t?” She crossed her arms, “I’ve been trying to get you into bed for over a month now. We’ve made out, I’ve sucked your dick, we’ve done so much and I thought tonight was the night. And what do I find instead? You inside of her.” Felicity felt ridiculous, but she was too mad to give making sense a second thought, “Did I make everything up in my head? Am I an idiot for thinking you could be interested in me?” 

Felicity slammed the door behind her and stormed down the hall of the club, passed several rooms with closed doors even more angry as she heard the muffled moans coming from them. The sounds only added insult to the injury her pride was currently suffering. She blinked several times, keeping tears in, and balled her fists as she made her way back into the main part of the club where a few other lone guests were drinking and getting high. Felicity took a glass from one of the trays a waiter was carrying and settled in at a table, digging in her purse for a cigarette. She lit it and took a drag off of it, her hands shaking. She wanted to calm down, she really did, but the sight of her brother’s drug dealer riding Anatoly filled her with so much rage and she didn’t have anywhere to aim it. She sat there for a while, face emotionless, smoking until the cigarette was gone. She was nursing her drink and composing a text to Elitza when she felt a presence near her. She set her phone on the table looked down quickly when she saw it was Anatoly. “I’m not sure I can look at you right now, Anatoly,” she tried to keep her composure, but her voice shook a bit as she spoke.

Danica shook her head, inhaling sharply. She was afraid that he would hurt Kolya by leaving again, like he’d left her. “I shouldn’t have, really. If you left him, I don’t know what I would do. I could handle you leaving me, but he’s a little boy, Finn.” She took a deep breath. “I couldn’t keep you from  your son though. Or really, I honestly couldn’t keep my baby from his father. I think we both know how much a father means to a child, especially in these early years. I want you here, for his sake.” 

She stood up and shook her head. “It’ll be hard though, Finn. I can’t have you here with me. It’s not so simple. I can’t forget how I felt about you, and I think I still feel strongly about you. There’s no way we can be friends after that. So you can be here, and you can be here for Kolya.”

Finn looked into her eyes as she said they both knew how much a father meant to a child, “We do,” he agreed. He hadn’t known his father, bouncing from foster family to foster family as a kid and had a string of dirtbags try to parent him. She had a monster of a father in every meaning of the word. “I can’t believe how beautiful he is,” he said, smiling down at Kolya’s happy little face. 

When Danica shook her head, he crossed his arms. “I know. It won’t be easy, but I believe in us. We can figure all this out. I can’t expect you to forget anything, but I agree that Kolya has to be our priority. I don’t,” he paused, “I don’t want you to think anything less.”

Danica could hardly bear watching Finn with her son. Rorik had warned her that it wouldn’t be what she wanted it to be, and she knew that. He had abandoned her when she needed him, but she could live with that. If he didn’t want to be a father, she wasn’t going to force him to. But she wasn’t going to let go of possibly her only chance to be a mother, something she’d never admit to wanting desperately. But seeing Finn with Kolya, seeing how much Kolya wanted him. It was as if Kolya knew that Finn belonged to him. They had the same eyes, the same smile.

Her mother came around, placing a hand on her back and kissing her temple. But Danica wanted to shake her off, feeling the pain in her chest that Finn had caused when he kissed her goodbye. She’d known he was leaving, that he’d seen her stomach. It was knowing that he didn’t feel the same way about her that she felt about him, even though she’d never told him how she felt. Even now, she knew he’d only be here for his son, not for her. She couldn’t just be his friend, not ever. No matter how deeply he hurt her, she still had such strong feelings for him. Her heart couldn’t handle having him there, holding her baby boy like that and hearing him make Kolya laugh. She watched them solemnly before straightening her back to walk toward him. “It’s time to get dressed, zayka.” Kolya reached out for her, and she kissed his head and began to walk him to his room. She turned to Finn. “Come on. I’ll show you where his room is.”

Finn looked down at the boy playing with blocks on the rug next to him. When Danica had agreed to let him see him, his son, Finn had been terrified. He knew he left, that he ran away like a coward. He certainly did not expect to love the floppy boy with his eyes this much. He genuinely could not believe that any part of him was in something so good. Kolya stacked another block onto the tower he had going and turned to Finn, as if asking his opinion. “Looks great,” Finn offered with a smile. Kolya grinned big back at him before going back to his project and Finn’s heart melted in his chest. 

When Danica approached, Finn stood up. It wasn’t fair to her, his leaving like he did, and he knew that. When she turned to him, he nodded, “Alright,” he said. Kolya reached out his free hand towards Finn as he walked towards his room with Danica. Finn took it and walked down the hall with them. When they reached Kolya’s room, away from her family’s eyes and ears, he sighed, “Honestly, Danica. I owe you so much, but I’ll start with thank you. Thank you for bringing me back here and allowing me to see him.”

“We are a pretty good team,” No matter what Ezra could never deny how well he worked with the blonde. “You wouldn’t be imposing, we enjoy your company.” He explained offering the brunette a smile. “Olive always talks about how much she enjoys it,” he knew his girlfriend may have a small crush, and he couldn’t deny the fact he had the same crush. 

Olive couldn’t deny the fact that there was a beet red tint covering her cheeks as she listened to Ezra. “As he said it wouldn’t be imposing at all,” she assured her unable to process her own feelings. “Um, so are you like seeing anyone? We could double date sometime?’ but the thought of her seeing someone caused jealousy to course through her veins.

Ricki blushed a little, nudging her thigh against Ezra’s on purpose this time, “Thanks, I enjoy being with you guys too.” She looked up at Olive from where her head rested on the girl’s shoulder, “Um. Not really. My boyfriend broke up with me when I moved here for school, so I’m pretty single.”

name: Jessa Wilder age: 24 occupation: author / journalist faceclaim: Aisha Dee relationships: ex-wife; Winnie Hewitt aesthetic: ink stains, empty coffee cups, libraries, unmade beds, & notebooks scattered everywhere. lyrics that describe her: “I have written you down, Now you will live forever, And all the world will read you, And you will live forever.”

history: Jessa Wilder met Winnie Hewitt while they were both struggling artists in New York City. They had a whirlwind romance as they chased their dreams, and when Jessa got her first book deal she felt she had made it. Unfortunately, Winnie wasn’t at the same level. She got jealous and it began driving a wedge between them. Winnie left town to do a theatre program in Ohio, and while she was away Jessa began seeing Madison, a girl from her publishing house. The relationship between Winnie and Jessa began to deteriorate and eventually, Jessa moved out and filed for divorce.

name: Richelle “Ricki” Romero age: 19 occupation: student faceclaim: Paulina Singer relationships: interest(s): Olive Mitchell & Ezra Lee; open for connections and plotting. aesthetic: oversized sweaters, the smell of coffee, ripped jeans, gel pen doodles, & graphic tees. lyrics that describe her: “'Cause I'd laugh and drink and talk 'bout things, And fall in love in my backyard.” 

history: Ricki grew up with two moms in Chicago, Illinois. Her neighborhood was full of different kinds of families, so she never felt like her family was anything less than traditional. She did okay throughout high school and got into a good college. 

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name:  Cyrus Wells age:29 occupation: doorman / drummer faceclaim:  Daniel Sharman relationships: love interest; Lacey Accardo. aesthetic: tangled headphones, ripped jeans, drumsticks, & a messy studio apartment. lyrics that describe him: “And in the end if I don't make it on the list, Would you sneak me a wristband?”

history: Cyrus Wells is a transplant from Ohio. He grew up in a subdivision with both his parents and his two sisters. He moved out to New York, hoping to hit it big as a drummer.  Small town boy, big city dreams. Unfortunately, he didn’t think the whole thing through. He ended up scoring a job as a doorman at a posh apartment complex and from there he joined a local band. 

name: Valencia Davenport age: 22 occupation: socialite  faceclaim:  Camila Mendes relationships: best friend; Lacey Accardo.   aesthetic: lyrics that describe her:

history: Valencia Davenport was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She lived a life of decadence from the very beginning and loved every minute of it. High school was her time to party with her friends and rule the school with her best friend, Lacey. After graduation, the girls moved into a penthouse apartment together where they kept taking the city by storm. 

name: Mikhail Sokolov age: 35 occupation: detective faceclaim:  Joel Kinnaman relationships: wife; Danica Dolohov. adopted daughter; Anya Eames Dolohov. son; Dimitri Sokolov. father-in-law; Alexei Dolohov. mother-in-law; Elise Dolohov. sisters in law; Marlena Wright, Serena Harris, Elitza Dolohov. brothers-in-law; Anatoly and Rorik Dolohov & Donovan Eames.  aesthetic:  tattoos, nicotine patches, shadows, kevlar vests, whiskey, & the color grey. lyrics that describe him: “Arms wide open, I stand alone. I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone. Right or wrong, I can hardly tell. I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.”

history: Mikhail had an average middle-class upbringing. His grandfather was a police officer,  his father was a police officer, there was never any doubt that he’d be one too. Instead of taking the route directly there, Mikhail went into the military. He served out his tour, under Alexei Dolohov, and when he came back he got a job at the NYPD. Alexei used the fact that he had saved Mikhail’s life overseas to get him to cover some of his bigger indiscretions with his business. Eventually, Mikhail grew sick of following Alexei’s orders. When Alexei began mistreating his children, specifically his daughters, to an extent far more than Mikhail could stand he intervened. He helped Danica escape her father’s clutches and in the end, helped her take him down for good.

name: Elise Dolohov age:  50 occupation: socialite faceclaim:  Famke Janssen relationships: husband; Alexei Dolohov. daughters; Elitza Dolohov and Danica. sons; Rorik and Anatoly Dolohov. daughters-in-law; Marlena Wright and Serena Harris. sons-in-law; Donovan Eames and Mikhail Sokolov. granddaughter; Anya Eames Dolohov. grandson; Dimitri Sokolov. sister; Dianna Garrick. nieces; Blaise, Rowan, and Lyric Garrick. lover; Andrew. love interest; Asher Van den Burgh. aesthetic: crystal chandeliers, high heels, sunglasses, red lipstick, & trips on private jets. lyrics that describe her: “I feel like I'm the worst, so I always act like I'm the best”

history: If you had told Elise Drake that she’d be a mafia wife, she never would have believed you. However, she ended up Elise Dolohov. One night at a fundraising gala was all it took for Alexei Dolohov to charm her away from her fiance, Richard Babineaux. She and Alexei married quickly. She began helping him raise his son and keep the fronts of his empire. She was there on the front line, the public figure of the family and a perfect socialite. From there, she had three beautiful children. The Dolohov family did the best they could to run their business. Eventually, Alexei began to lose grip on not only his business but also on reality. He got put down, and Elise had to re-evaluate everything about her life.