maddox de luca

"Enough company, then." He hummed, finding that being alone with a book or just his own thoughts he was at times more amused than when he was with other people he mostly couldn't stand. "Can't I do both?" He countered, pulling his sleeves up a little higher before he sat down besides her. Eyes gazed over the crowd surrounding them, just watching for something out of the ordinary or that required eyes in the back of his head. Only then did he turn his attention to Vivi. "What's your poison?" @darlingrevenge

Neo wasn't startled when Maddox's voice came from the shadows. Maddox had skill, but Neo wasn't the one to panic. Even as his Uncle's tone was low and dark. Neo knew what he was referring to: the small shitty apartment, the fact that he had the tiny room, and was living paycheck to paycheck. "What can I say, seems like being the bastard de Luca didn't leave me with a trust fund, unlike my other siblings." Neo rolled his eyes. He didn't want his father's money, fuck that. "Uncle Maddy!" The small voice came from the room over. The little girl wrapped herself around his leg. "Hi! Hi! Hi!" She said, jumping up and down before running over to the couch and climbing up next to her dad. "Oh yes, they got me on the good shit." He said with a nod. "Are you gonna watch movies with us?"

If there was one thing his idiotic brother had done right, it was to put some backbone into his children. Had Neo been some weakling, Maddox would have been glad that they didn't share a surname. Instead he kept tabs on his niece and nephew. Though he did not doubt their skills, he still wanted to make sure they wouldn't come to an untimely demise, like their father. Although, Maddox would've been more pleased if that had happened a few years prior. "Yes, indeed. But we needn't revisit the mistakes my dear brother made, that includes your hou--" He was cut off by the squealing of a little girl. He looked down at her, and if one didn't know any better there'd be a concern that he would flick her off his leg like one would do with a bug. Instead the unthinkable happened. His hand placed on her head, a gentle gesture, lips twitching into an unfamiliar smile. "Cara mia." He cooed at her before he watched her make her way to the couch. "Are you planning on watching some psychedelic movie that pairs along nicely with your pain medication?" @burningxheaven

kenjie glances over at maddox, his amber hues studying him underneath the lamppost as he bites into the jerky. he blows out a puff of smoke in the direction of his face from his cigarette. “i mean, yes it has, but clearly you are the barbie to my ken if you’re dubbing me with that nickname. you walked into that trap yourself and that’s what you get for giving me a nickname.” he says with a shrug. “and barbie and ken always go out, so we’re going out tonight,” not a question, a statement really. “you’re really going to turn down a free round of drinks?” he asks rolling his eyes slightly at him. broody demeanor from this guy was like more than half the men in his life. he was trying to be dark and mysterious. he was used to it. it didn’t really faze him anymore. “you’re wearing all black with no sense of fashion, but my pink hair that you love soooo much will balance you out.” one last puff of the cigarette as he flicks it to the ground. he gestures his head towards the direction of a bar that he knows of. one that he’s gone to numerous times just to get out of this general area. “come on, don’t be lame while eating that jerky stick alone in the dark. because that isn’t weird at all. i don’t bite.”

"One of these days I will stab you in the ear." Maddox grumbled, ripping a piece from his beef jerky as if to prove his point. Being one of the oldest, or so it felt, was definitely tiring. Some would call it stuck in his ways but Maddox loathed these new generations. Brown hues glanced at the other at the mention of drinks. Maddox barely indulged himself, always wanting to keep a clear mind. But if he did, it was on the good stuff he had at home. There was a deep exhale that slipped from his nostrils, eyes momentarily closing. "But I do." He hummed, getting up on his feet. "Might as well, someone has to make sure a certain figure won't stuff your throat with soggy chicken feet." @gildedash

“mm. you wouldn’t have liked it,” alma said, tone casual, almost bored, like they were reviewing a film. “pulled out a pair of pliers and the guy pissed himself. literally. big talker, no spine. didn’t even get through the warm-up.” she stretched her fingers, flexed her shoulder as if the whole thing had been mildly inconvenient. “sang faster than a fuckin’ canary after that. i barely even touched him.” there was no pride in her voice, but no disgust either. just the clean, clinical detachment of someone who’d done it too many times to count. when maddox handed her the mug, she took it. alma didn’t pass up free shit, no matter where it came from. she was the kind of person who’d drink gutter beer with the same expression she used for fine wine. but this? this was something else. she brought the mug to her nose and paused, brows lifting slightly. it was smooth. luxurious. maddox didn’t do cheap. “smells expensive,” she said, side-eyeing him. “you wastin’ your good shit on me? i'm touched.” she stated, shadowed expression curling into something almost appreciative, though nothing as sentimental as thank you left her lips. "you just bein' nice or you want somethin'?"

"So, once again they didn't even try to get answers themselves before bringing them to us, hm?" Maddox stated after he listened to how easy her interrogation had gone. He would spare her the 'back in my day' story, but he honestly felt that these days they were all talk and no bite. He didn't care, for he would keep on going and going even if they were squealing like a pig. "I'll offer you my back if you need to get some cuts in." Perhaps that was one of the things that made Maddox more psychopathic than he already was; he was the one that thrived on pain, even his own. If anyone knew just the amount of shades of fucked up he was, Alma would know. "Don't make it a thing or it'll be the last time." The man scoffed at her words, passing her by where he took one of the knives that had been yearning to be used. "I'm never nice." His words rang, as if it was a matter of fact. Truth was, he was restless-- yearning to be doing something that he was good at. Instead the rooms were empty. "I was hoping for some fun, but alas. No such luck." @nighttvpes

“I’m murdering here.”

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