Antonio had just missed the phone call. He was still a bit groggy from the odd hours at Chueca, and even with stumbling out of bed to catch the phone, he missed it by one ring before the machine picked up.
Listening to the contents of the message as it recorded, all feelings of sleepiness fell away instantly, replaced by dread. He felt himself go numb and cold, able to only listen to the voice of the most important person in his life between tiresqueals and gunshots.
Gunshots.
It was the sound of the firearm that got him moving, snatching up the phone from its cradle. He had to do something. Had to help. Because otherwise, Lovi would be--
"Lovi--Lovi! Are you okay? Where are you right now?!"
Nicoleta swallowed the imaginary burden in her throat as she was driving down the streets in a car she had stolen earlier. The walkie-talkie that was placed on her lap produced a rough voice that had an Italian accent
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"What the--" He refused to believe Nico was a part of this, that his own cousin would turn against him. Then again, Nico was a bitch. "What the fuck are you doing here!?" He hissed back, ducking his head to flinch from the sound of gunfire and arguably more vengeful Italians.
Regardless, he did what she said and handed over the phone.
She grabbed the phone, placed it on the floor, and then pushed it across the ground, its shiny and sleek surface gritting against the tiny pebbles and dirt. Once it was at a reasonable distance, she pointed her revolver at it and shot it once. Such precision caused the phone to burst to pieces, leaving behind dying sparks and broken bits of what used to be a rather expensive phone
( ... )
Standing in the middle of a gunfight he could very well have been the unintentional cause of, Lovino Vargas found himself absolutely dumbstruck. He'd always known his cousin was a little bit mental, but he'd never expected her to be here: pulling him out of trouble while destroying his only means of contacting the blissfully unaware town of Liberty.
Lovino wasn't sure if he was glad or disappointed that someone had come to rescue him. Without another word he climbed into the passenger seat, dazed but not dazed enough to withhold a sulking glare towards Nicoleta.
By all rights she shouldn't be here. This was his problem, and it would have been much easier if he'd just gone with them. Lovi knew the mafia would keep revolting until he was dead, or at least close enough to it that his inheritance would be forfeited.
Which was ironic, because he didn't want anything to do with it anyway. "You shouldn't be here."
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Listening to the contents of the message as it recorded, all feelings of sleepiness fell away instantly, replaced by dread. He felt himself go numb and cold, able to only listen to the voice of the most important person in his life between tiresqueals and gunshots.
Gunshots.
It was the sound of the firearm that got him moving, snatching up the phone from its cradle. He had to do something. Had to help. Because otherwise, Lovi would be--
"Lovi--Lovi! Are you okay? Where are you right now?!"
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(ooc: however much Toni wants to hear is up to you :3 )
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"What the--" He refused to believe Nico was a part of this, that his own cousin would turn against him. Then again, Nico was a bitch.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?" He hissed back, ducking his head to flinch from the sound of gunfire and arguably more vengeful Italians.
Regardless, he did what she said and handed over the phone.
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Standing in the middle of a gunfight he could very well have been the unintentional cause of, Lovino Vargas found himself absolutely dumbstruck.
He'd always known his cousin was a little bit mental, but he'd never expected her to be here: pulling him out of trouble while destroying his only means of contacting the blissfully unaware town of Liberty.
Lovino wasn't sure if he was glad or disappointed that someone had come to rescue him.
Without another word he climbed into the passenger seat, dazed but not dazed enough to withhold a sulking glare towards Nicoleta.
By all rights she shouldn't be here.
This was his problem, and it would have been much easier if he'd just gone with them. Lovi knew the mafia would keep revolting until he was dead, or at least close enough to it that his inheritance would be forfeited.
Which was ironic, because he didn't want anything to do with it anyway.
"You shouldn't be here."
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