Business Deals-(M/L)-Teen
Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 4:45 am
Title: Business Deals
Category:M/L
Author Candygirl1012
Rating:Teen
Disclaimer: I do not own TV show Roswell.
One Shot
They didn't begin as friends or lovers but as enemies fighting the same battle. They'd eventually found love between them but it was a long road. For him it was simply a transaction. A change of merchandise between two of New York’s finest lords. One an aging old man, the greatest this side of the east boroughs the other an up an comer.
Nicky Santino was a legend, he’d been through three turf wars and made it out with only a scratch. Where most boss’s barely lived to see there 30th birthday he’d survived to the ripe old age of 65. Weathered and beaten down by times hand, it was time for a new reign of leadership to take control.
“It’s a pleasure to meet with you Mr. Santino. I‘m sorry I was late. It couldn‘t be helped.”
He stood behind his desk, a commanding and intimidating presence for anyone but Santino. Striding through his office with purpose and determination. Max was anxious to get this part of the plan over with. He was always taught to think in terms of parts and pieces. A puzzle, in which accomplishing one task meant moving on to the next. Not always an advantage in this business but it was useful sometimes. He was about to gain an empire if everything he’d worked for fit perfectly in it’s place.
The old man sitting in front him remained cold, years of dealing with this life had taught him to remain passive. To never show any sign of weakness.
“There’s been rumors about you. This Maxwell Evans, from streets that’s coming to take my turf. I have to say you’ve done well.” His word were laced with contempt. Nodding toward him in an attempt at respect he’d casually glanced around the room. Noticing the mahogany décor and sterling sliver ascents. They were quite expensive. Little pieces that spoke of new money.
Finally his eyes came to rest on him. “Yes, You’ve done well.”
“What is this meeting for? If you want my business you’ve lost your mind” The old man wasted no time getting down to it. Fine if he wanted it the hard way, so be it.
“At least were on the same page. That’s exactly what I want and your going to give to me” his voice tinged with a threat.
Santino hunched over his shoulders shaking. It took a moment for Max to realize that he wasn’t scared or crying but out right laughing at him.
“Ahhh” A boisterous laugh filled the room and echoed down the hall.
When he finally managed to compose himself he said “You think your going to take my business. Kid your still wet behind the ears. “
No ones ev…..”
“Barrio and Antonio are both backing me.” Gleefully he added “ Two of your supporters. What’s next?”
The smirk had died on his lips as the word left his mouth. Barrio and Antonio had been with Santino for years their loyalty wasn’t easily bought. He’d had to be more calculating and devious to get them on his side. Threats against family members, murders all to get ahead. He didn’t have a conscious.
Tapping his cane on the floor in an erratic rhythm. Santino had finally stood and stormed out.
Next Day…
A scruffy head peaked through his door.
“An Elizabeth Santino is here to see you.”
What did she want? “Alright let her through”
Liz pov
It took a lot of nerve to come here and even more to get here off the waiting room couch and to his office.
While sitting there her mind became preoccupied with anything other then what was in the next room. Her nails, her Gucci shoes, the pushy guard that let her in anything. She’d finally decided on architecture. It really was beautiful. The architecture of the house was magnificent, winding staircase with dark cherry wood. A glass chandelier hung above twinkling in the sunlight. But before she knew she was being usher off by a burly man.
Reaching the door he pushed it open. Over come with panic she was unable to move. She stood at the threshold calmly looking at her expensive shoes. Finally the guard offered a helpful push forward along with a knowing smirk. Bastard.
His office was decorated much like the rest of the house. Old wood and a mahogany desk with little accents of sterling silver. At the desk, Maxwell Evans sat with his head bent over intent on some form paperwork. He had yet to even acknowledge her presence. But when he did she wished he hadn’t. His eyes were transfixed on her legs. Heat rising from where ever he looked over her thighs, to her waist and stopping at her chest before continuing on to her face. But they lost there heat all was left was a cold stare. It seemed even he wasn’t without his vices.
There were rumors that he’d killed entire families. That before he was a boss, he’d been an hit man. Not offering his marks the simplicity of a quick death but one that was brutal. He’d murder them with knives prolonging their deaths. He dealt in blood all nicely tucked inside a façade of normalcy.
“What can I help you with Ms. Santino?”
Nervously she walked over to a small chair in the middle of the room. His eyes still burning her through with his stare
“I came for my father. You… talked with him yesterday.
“Yes. You do realize there is a war coming. Seems as if you walked right in. Like a lamb to Slaughter.”
“That’s what I’m here about. I don’t want a war. My father is old and proud. He’d rather die then let you take it without a fight.”
“I know. So, what are you here for? Something’s can’t be helped and this war is one of them”
Frantic she rushed forward hoping to stop his final suggestion. “No, it doesn’t have to be.”
His eyes had taken on an edge. Noticing the weakness their he saw an advantage and begin to strike. Her desperation called to him. Wrapping around him comfortably. It was at that moment he knew he could have anything he wanted. But maybe it was better to lead her there. “What do you have in mind?”
“A marriage. In the old days. It was a way to join families. Gain resources and offer protection. My father has no sons. No one he trusts to takeover. If we were to marry then my father can hand over the business without a war and still keep his pride.”
In her anguish she come to stand in front of him with only the desk between them. Her hope to end this without a war was the only thing keeping her standing. She’d bared her soul for the chance of saving her father’s life. She stood in front of him with desperation on her lips and hope in her heart.
Say Yes her eyes said. She never thought she’d be begging to marry someone she barely knew but it was her only opportunity.
Unfeeling eyes looked over her again. Taking inventory. She could see he was calculating the pros and cons of the situation. Looking for any problematic situation that could arise. Waiting with bated breath, she hung on his next word.
“Come here”
A look of confusion crossed her face.
“I don’t…”
His eyes took on a dangerous glint. “Come here” It was command spoken with the confidence of someone that is not usually disobeyed.
On unsteady legs she walked around the desk, to stand in front of him. Standing at the edge she was still some distance away.
He turned his chair to her. Sitting back comfortably against the leather. He regarded her with cool amber eyes burning of someone totally in control of the situation. Minutes ticked by and still he continued to stare never taking his eyes off her.
She wanted to stare into him. To have him know that she'd never belong to him. But couldn't help her self. Within minutes she broke the intense eye contact, looking down. She wished for strength but none came. Closing her eyes, I thought of my father and my life. Would I ever be happy.
A hand caressing her leg was the only signal that he'd moved. Slowly creeping toward her inner thigh then up over skirt.
Then smooth gentle hands found their way through her hair sending a shiver down her spine. Finally finding there way to the base of her neck pulling her closer while softly massaging her into compliance. A warmth spread to wherever he touched. He pulled away slightly .A finger touched her lips moving over them slowly he was transfixed by there pinkness.
Breathless and filled with urgency he said “Kiss me”
There was lust in eyes and desperation that made the situation all the more dangerous. But the opportunity presented itself.
“Do I have your word”
Teasingly she moved forward. Pushing her slight body against his and coming achingly close to his lips.
“Kiss me” he insisted again
She did.
The End
What do you think?Enough tension between them?
Category:M/L
Author Candygirl1012
Rating:Teen
Disclaimer: I do not own TV show Roswell.
One Shot
They didn't begin as friends or lovers but as enemies fighting the same battle. They'd eventually found love between them but it was a long road. For him it was simply a transaction. A change of merchandise between two of New York’s finest lords. One an aging old man, the greatest this side of the east boroughs the other an up an comer.
Nicky Santino was a legend, he’d been through three turf wars and made it out with only a scratch. Where most boss’s barely lived to see there 30th birthday he’d survived to the ripe old age of 65. Weathered and beaten down by times hand, it was time for a new reign of leadership to take control.
“It’s a pleasure to meet with you Mr. Santino. I‘m sorry I was late. It couldn‘t be helped.”
He stood behind his desk, a commanding and intimidating presence for anyone but Santino. Striding through his office with purpose and determination. Max was anxious to get this part of the plan over with. He was always taught to think in terms of parts and pieces. A puzzle, in which accomplishing one task meant moving on to the next. Not always an advantage in this business but it was useful sometimes. He was about to gain an empire if everything he’d worked for fit perfectly in it’s place.
The old man sitting in front him remained cold, years of dealing with this life had taught him to remain passive. To never show any sign of weakness.
“There’s been rumors about you. This Maxwell Evans, from streets that’s coming to take my turf. I have to say you’ve done well.” His word were laced with contempt. Nodding toward him in an attempt at respect he’d casually glanced around the room. Noticing the mahogany décor and sterling sliver ascents. They were quite expensive. Little pieces that spoke of new money.
Finally his eyes came to rest on him. “Yes, You’ve done well.”
“What is this meeting for? If you want my business you’ve lost your mind” The old man wasted no time getting down to it. Fine if he wanted it the hard way, so be it.
“At least were on the same page. That’s exactly what I want and your going to give to me” his voice tinged with a threat.
Santino hunched over his shoulders shaking. It took a moment for Max to realize that he wasn’t scared or crying but out right laughing at him.
“Ahhh” A boisterous laugh filled the room and echoed down the hall.
When he finally managed to compose himself he said “You think your going to take my business. Kid your still wet behind the ears. “
No ones ev…..”
“Barrio and Antonio are both backing me.” Gleefully he added “ Two of your supporters. What’s next?”
The smirk had died on his lips as the word left his mouth. Barrio and Antonio had been with Santino for years their loyalty wasn’t easily bought. He’d had to be more calculating and devious to get them on his side. Threats against family members, murders all to get ahead. He didn’t have a conscious.
Tapping his cane on the floor in an erratic rhythm. Santino had finally stood and stormed out.
Next Day…
A scruffy head peaked through his door.
“An Elizabeth Santino is here to see you.”
What did she want? “Alright let her through”
Liz pov
It took a lot of nerve to come here and even more to get here off the waiting room couch and to his office.
While sitting there her mind became preoccupied with anything other then what was in the next room. Her nails, her Gucci shoes, the pushy guard that let her in anything. She’d finally decided on architecture. It really was beautiful. The architecture of the house was magnificent, winding staircase with dark cherry wood. A glass chandelier hung above twinkling in the sunlight. But before she knew she was being usher off by a burly man.
Reaching the door he pushed it open. Over come with panic she was unable to move. She stood at the threshold calmly looking at her expensive shoes. Finally the guard offered a helpful push forward along with a knowing smirk. Bastard.
His office was decorated much like the rest of the house. Old wood and a mahogany desk with little accents of sterling silver. At the desk, Maxwell Evans sat with his head bent over intent on some form paperwork. He had yet to even acknowledge her presence. But when he did she wished he hadn’t. His eyes were transfixed on her legs. Heat rising from where ever he looked over her thighs, to her waist and stopping at her chest before continuing on to her face. But they lost there heat all was left was a cold stare. It seemed even he wasn’t without his vices.
There were rumors that he’d killed entire families. That before he was a boss, he’d been an hit man. Not offering his marks the simplicity of a quick death but one that was brutal. He’d murder them with knives prolonging their deaths. He dealt in blood all nicely tucked inside a façade of normalcy.
“What can I help you with Ms. Santino?”
Nervously she walked over to a small chair in the middle of the room. His eyes still burning her through with his stare
“I came for my father. You… talked with him yesterday.
“Yes. You do realize there is a war coming. Seems as if you walked right in. Like a lamb to Slaughter.”
“That’s what I’m here about. I don’t want a war. My father is old and proud. He’d rather die then let you take it without a fight.”
“I know. So, what are you here for? Something’s can’t be helped and this war is one of them”
Frantic she rushed forward hoping to stop his final suggestion. “No, it doesn’t have to be.”
His eyes had taken on an edge. Noticing the weakness their he saw an advantage and begin to strike. Her desperation called to him. Wrapping around him comfortably. It was at that moment he knew he could have anything he wanted. But maybe it was better to lead her there. “What do you have in mind?”
“A marriage. In the old days. It was a way to join families. Gain resources and offer protection. My father has no sons. No one he trusts to takeover. If we were to marry then my father can hand over the business without a war and still keep his pride.”
In her anguish she come to stand in front of him with only the desk between them. Her hope to end this without a war was the only thing keeping her standing. She’d bared her soul for the chance of saving her father’s life. She stood in front of him with desperation on her lips and hope in her heart.
Say Yes her eyes said. She never thought she’d be begging to marry someone she barely knew but it was her only opportunity.
Unfeeling eyes looked over her again. Taking inventory. She could see he was calculating the pros and cons of the situation. Looking for any problematic situation that could arise. Waiting with bated breath, she hung on his next word.
“Come here”
A look of confusion crossed her face.
“I don’t…”
His eyes took on a dangerous glint. “Come here” It was command spoken with the confidence of someone that is not usually disobeyed.
On unsteady legs she walked around the desk, to stand in front of him. Standing at the edge she was still some distance away.
He turned his chair to her. Sitting back comfortably against the leather. He regarded her with cool amber eyes burning of someone totally in control of the situation. Minutes ticked by and still he continued to stare never taking his eyes off her.
She wanted to stare into him. To have him know that she'd never belong to him. But couldn't help her self. Within minutes she broke the intense eye contact, looking down. She wished for strength but none came. Closing her eyes, I thought of my father and my life. Would I ever be happy.
A hand caressing her leg was the only signal that he'd moved. Slowly creeping toward her inner thigh then up over skirt.
Then smooth gentle hands found their way through her hair sending a shiver down her spine. Finally finding there way to the base of her neck pulling her closer while softly massaging her into compliance. A warmth spread to wherever he touched. He pulled away slightly .A finger touched her lips moving over them slowly he was transfixed by there pinkness.
Breathless and filled with urgency he said “Kiss me”
There was lust in eyes and desperation that made the situation all the more dangerous. But the opportunity presented itself.
“Do I have your word”
Teasingly she moved forward. Pushing her slight body against his and coming achingly close to his lips.
“Kiss me” he insisted again
She did.
The End
What do you think?Enough tension between them?