Edward, taking in the entire conversation, was the one who made it erupt, "Y-you…bought…a Ferrari…to impress some BOY?!"
She turned, her eyes wide opened, turning her piercing gaze to the older man, unleashing a low growl as she suddenly grabbed Edward by the throat, veins popping from her hand as she lifted him up with ease, "You are PISSING! ME! OFF! OLD MAN!" Her grip tightened, "This is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. My LIFE is NOT YOUR BUSINESS! MY LOVE IS-"
Darrion backed up, his brow curling up in surprise, "L-love, boss?"
Ira stopped, words choked in her throat her lips pressed together. Her entire body froze as she realized what she revealed.
Edward gasped, his hands gripping hers, his feet kicking the air, "Ira, put me down!" Though her grip was tight, he could breathe as his heart was pounding with fear.
That seemed to snap her out of it, and she shook her head, shuddering, "I…I mean…"
Darrions' bottom lip trembled, before he sighed, shaking his head, trying to ignore how tight his chest felt, "Boss, let Greed go."
Her grip released and Edward dropped to the ground. He was trembling as he used handkerchief from his front pocket to wipe away the many beads of sweat from his forehead. He looked to Ira, seeing her gaze unfocused.
She had revealed too much.
Edward stood up fully, putting the handkerchief back into his chest pocket. His voice was still firm, but soft. "Lady Dante. Who is, this…gentleman?"
Ira looked over to Edward, her eyes gaining focus. She cleared her throat, the tension slowly leaving the area as she calmed down, "I said it was none of your business."
One of Edwards' eyebrows rose. "I take it not a son from our partners? Partners who are getting irritated with us?"
Darrion parted his lips to speak, but one burning glare from Ira kept him silent. He was no match for her. There was no way he was going to risk his life. Not when he had work to get back to.
Iras' eyes moved back towards Edward, a smirk on her lips, but those eyes did not match that confident smirk, "I didn't see anyone of interest from your binders of men."
"But this gentleman is interesting enough for a multi-million dollar car."
She gave no reaction, her face emotionless.
Edward sighed, fixing his tie, "Fine. Fine. Whatever. I just hope that THIS car lasts longer than the others. You know. More than a day. Maybe once you are finished with your date, you can finally get back to business!"
Ira fixed a glare on his back as he sauntered towards the manor, gritting her teeth as he had to have one last parting shot. "Asshole." She turned over to Darrion, snarling, "You asshole!"
Darrion glared back, "Bought a new car, literally killed one man, crippled and kidnapped another, missing meetings, ignoring our pests…all for someone who is not family."
"Yet."
Darrion eyes widened again, before they closed tightly, gripping his forehead with one hand. "Are you fucking kidding me? Are you actually thinking that?"
Iras' eyes softened a slight smile on her face, "Yes. I am." She looked back to him, the smile turning into an arrogant smirk, "There is a sin missing, and he shows promise. Do you have a problem with that?"
"I do. That's not something you get to decide on your own."
Iras' tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth, giving a click as she turned away, "Later. As you know, I have a hot date tonight." Her hand ran through her hair, the red and orange strands glistening in the sun like embers, "And I need to get ready."
Darrion looked behind him to see his Dodge Charger, police issued, waiting for him. He growled, looking down at the LaFerrari Aperta, watching with a forlorn gaze as the valet, as carefully as possible, drove it to the garage, "I guess the boys in blue and I will watch out for our two pests. While you're out there making terrible decisions, can I at least take the-"
"No."
He glared at her back as she walked up the stairs, hips and muscular tights shifting side to side under a tight peach skirt. He bit his lips, his gaze on her until she walked into the manor. He looked back to his car, remembering that porcelain, baby face pretty boy with big blue eyes and a peach blush. That boy, being so worried about being late to a date with a rose.
A rose with sharp thorns that the boy was stupid enough to grasp.
Stupid and brave enough to grasp and allow the thorns to dig in; something he ached to do. Something he feared doing.
"…Fuck that guy." Darrion grunted, walking towards his car to return to the increasingly tricky city of Monterose.
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