#o:liam

Danica watched as her son slowly made her way into Liam’s lap. They had plans to attend a symphony that evening, one that Danica had a new friend conducting. But she wanted Kolya to have some time with Liam, and so she’d asked him to come a bit early. Though he was wearing his footie pajamas, it didn’t stop the little monster from falling on the floor several times and bouncing back up, or managing to completely cover Liam as soon as possible though trying to do so undetected.It started with a tiny little foot, one Kolya was certain Liam wouldn’t notice. Then the ankle, then the other foot... then there was something on the end table that he wanted... and then all of the sudden Koyla’s arms were wrapped around Liam’s neck and he smiled as he hugged onto the older man. Danica smiled to herself, though she knew the nanny would be coming soon to assist her in putting him to bed. “Nikolai,” she said softly, getting the small boy’s attention as his little hand waved a hello at her. “It’s time for bed, zayka. Give Liam one last hug and come with us to get into bed.” Kolya did as he was told, giving Liam a huge and loving hug. She was gone for a bit, but as she came back, Danica smiled at him. “Are you ready to go, Liam?”

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Ella looked down on the city from her balcony and watched the cars passing by as she spoke to her aunt. Explaining her activities for the day, she rolled her eyes as her aunt questioned her friendship with the Irish man who had mob ties. Of course, Ella knew that her aunt hardly paid any attention to things if she didn’t have a martini in hand, which makes this all the more easy than to explain that he indeed ran the mob that he had alleged ties to. But he’d done Ella a favor, one that she knew he didn’t have to do. At the time, he didn’t know her from anyone else. But she felt indebted to him nonetheless, and she was starting to enjoy being near him.

Though he didn’t seem to pay her any mind, she still went to visit every so often. Each time, she hoped he’d be a little more interested than the last time. Dressed in a cute pastel sundress and a cardigan, she made her way to the district his pub was located in. Her nude heels clacked on the sidewalk and into the pub. She shyly shut the door behind her, knowing that it was a little early for customers still and she didn’t want to alert the staff from their opening procedures.

“Good morning, Mr. Sullivan,” she said softly, walking toward the bar to sit down. “I was wondering if you were busy this morning.”

It was warm out, so Danica had let her brother carry her coat as they left the theater. The symphony was divine, though Rorik always seemed to enjoy it far more than she did. Her older brother was a bit more sensitive these days, and she wanted to make sure that he still had things he liked to look forward to. Linking her arm in his, she smiled up at Rorik as they left. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a familiar face. She knew she should have kept up better with Liam, but her business had gotten in the way. Of course, she knew he would understand. 

Leaning up to kiss Rorik’s cheek, she patted his shoulder and sent him home before making her way toward Liam. With a wide smile, she approached him quietly, knowing that two of her men held back to keep an eye on her. “Good evening, Mr. Sullivan,” she began with a smirk. “Did you enjoy the symphony as much as we did?”

zaylee: haha i hate him idek what ur talking about

interviewer: there were pictures of you two walking around holding hand-

zaylee: haha no

interviewer: there is literally photographic evidenc-