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"Good morning Giada." He smiled, not truly knowing if it was morning or not. He had woken up from a rather long night and made his driver take him straight to her. "I just wanted to chat. I also need to get a few pieces from you while I'm here. They're for Aspen I'm sure you have her measurements written down somewhere. I specifically need blue, maybe white, maybe some pink."

for: @dantemoretti where: moda bella

It was becoming more and more of a chore managing Moda Bella these days. Especially now that there were more important things occupying Giada’s mind. She was already busying herself up front sorting through applications of potential new manger candidates when the front door opened, and the bell sounded. “Oh, hello there Dante.” Giada greeted him, peering up from her paperwork with a raised brow and a smile she typically reserved for costumers. However, something told her he wasn’t simply here to pick out racy lingerie for a new plaything. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

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"Do you already start business meetings getting straight down to business, relax enjoy your drink first." Dante laughed as he sat back in his chair, clearly having enjoyed a couple of drinks himself. "I just have something I need you to keep an eye on for me, in case it becomes an issue."

The restaurant was a favorite of hers, belonging to Violet. She had eaten there plenty of times before. Though there was a little unease when she was asked to meet with the don. Taking a seat, she gave him a nod, "I already did." She said as a waiter came and handed off a drink. "What is this about?"

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"Well in that case your little hero thing is super adorable. Putting your own life on the line to save others, isn't that cute?" Dante laughed clearly not finding it all that cute. "Freddie you're a grown man you can do whatever you want."

“ it’s not for shits and gigs ” he starts, knowing that arguing would be pointless. “ I mean - it’s a god damn fucking ferris wheel. Kids could’ve been on it, innocent people ” he stops, running a hand through his hair. “ I’m not allowed to be high, remember? Everyone will be up my fucking ass if I even try. ”

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"St Barts it is. What kind of animal would I be if I didn't give you the opportunities to wear your bikinis? It's just unthinkable. We leave tomorrow so tell Griffin you're doing to need a couple of days off." Dante was sure he'd be able to look after his own children perfectly fine for a couple of days while he showed Aspen off on a yatch somewhere.

Aspen was happy to see her best friend in a good mood. It was the first time she'd seen him like this in a while, the sadness that usually was accompanied by a bottle. She looked over at him from the couch, laughing as she weighed her options. "St Barts is usually beautiful this time of year and I've got some bikini's practically dying to come out of my closet."

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“Yes obviously besides all of those very minor inconveniences.” Dante laughed, rolling his eyes. It was amazing how little he care about her dress or her not wanting to work the booths but he was in a decent mood so he didn’t mention it. It was obvious she knew he wasn’t the person who’d care about her complaints. “I was busy,” he said offering no other explanation. In actual fact directly after the carnival he was home washing blood off himself but she didn’t need to know that. “You know me, always busy doing something scandalous.”

"Do you mean apart from the shambolic organisation of the carnival, the ferris wheel toppling over and my custom-made dress getting destroyed?" Eloise asks nonchalantly, pausing for effect. "Still a complete disaster, thank you for asking. Whose idea was it for us to all work this year? The booths are for poor people." Aware she might be complaining to the unamused, she moves the subject along. "Where did you end up, anyway?"

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Dante, 

Just a flower from the hottest friend you have. 

Aspen

As soon as he read the rose Dante pulled out his phone to text the blonde. If you were really the hottest friend i have you’d be on your knees right now instead of entertaining whatever the fuck mediocre man you’re currently with.

@aspenlynch​

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Dante,

I hope you pick your finger on this thorn and diexoxo, Brooklyn

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closed starters | @grinningdevils

"So, how was your valentines day?" Dante asked, leaning against the wall in front of the blonde. He had decided to check in on the serpents more often, especially those he didn't speak to very often. After two spies had been discovered in their ranks the Don had learnt to keep more of an eye on his people. God forbid any more of them were to surprise him.

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closed starter | @aspenlynch location: Dante's penthouse

Thanks to the Valentines carnival Dante was in a great mood for the first time in a while. It was incredible what a little bit of murder could do for the soul. "How about a little weekend trip to Italy on the jet? Actually no Italy's cold as fuck right now we need sun so I can see you walking around in a little bikini. St Barts? Mexico?"

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closed starter | @angelinaxdamiano location: la mordedura

If there was one way Dante enjoyed doing his business meetings it was somewhere that he could have a glass of whiskey or ten. Today there was a full bottle sat on the table in front of him, or at least it had been full at some point. "Angelina thank you for coming, take a seat. Feel free to order a drink before we get started."

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closed starter | @gcldenhecrts location: outside somewhere

"Freddie at some point you really need to stop happily strolling into danger for shits and giggles its going to get you killed." And while Freddie getting himself killed wasn't the worst thing that could happen, it would also be incredibly annoying. "At least next time make sure you're high, that way you have an excuse for the crazy shit you do."

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Wait! I, uh, I have to tell you something.

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closed starter | @rcsesnoir

Dante's mood had turned out to be slightly better than he thought it was going to be on a day like today. Still, even though it was better than it could have been it couldn't exactly be described as good. The man was very much ticking time bomb, just waiting for something or someone to set him off. The texts being sent out were one such thing that had the ability to piss off the Don incredibly quickly if they started attacking the serpents. As it happened they'd mostly been about civilians so far... people Dante didn't overly care about. His face had been buried in his phone reading the latest text when he collided into someone. "Watch where the fuck you're going."

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"Wolfie shut the fuck up. The way in which you lack any ability to shut your mouth for more then five seconds really needs to be studied. It's almost a talent at this point." Dante rambled, still pulling Wolfie to the outskirts of the carnival. In all honestly he didn't give a shit who saw them but with the amount of children roaming around it just wasn't worth the potential public indecency charge. It likely wouldn't show up on his record but a trip to jail was never convenient.

The second they were far enough away Dante stopped, pushing wolfie against a truck that had probably been used for set up. "Because I'm so nice I'm going to give you an option right now. You have five seconds to either bend over or get on your knees, if you take any longer I decide for you."

𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑, but where was the fun in that? One day he'd eventually learn... despite saying this for years now. At least this time he wasn't the one to make a dig at Dante's dead boytoy, he was already six feet under, there was no need to drag him even further. But he did make shady comments at them nonetheless.

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇. Maybe Dante should've been there instead. Wolfie didn't do romance much, unless you counted the on and off again flings and string of hookups around the city, but he was having fun writing the names of assholes he'd dealt with and smashing plates in between some flirty and bratty texts. ❝Ow!❞ The whine slips past his lips as he's grabbed and pulled away from the booth, knowing, sleazy smirk on his lips regardless. ❝Surprised you didn't take me right then and there, didn't know you were practicing self restraint.❞

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"You might want to get your eyes tested, I'm nowhere near your line." Dante laughed, rolling his eyes. The mere idea that he might want to kiss a man who looked like a rat had gone under a magical spell to became human as laughable. He might have fucked a good portion of the city, but he still had standards. He didn't even know the man of the man in front of him, that was how irrelevant he was to Dante. "Am I supposed to give a fuck who you are or what your opinion is?"

There was nothing Asher loved more than to fuck with his enemies. When he saw none other than Dante Moretti around the kissing booth, he had to laugh a little bit. If it was one group of people Asher truly despied, it was the serpents and he couldn't necessarily hide it. "Nothin', motherfucker. What are you lookin' at? You're in my line, Morretti - what, you want a smooch?" Asher smirked, popping a mint in his mouth. "You trying to fool everyone but standin' in this line and actin' like you're all that for charity? That's funny. Let me ask you - how's all that betrayal tastin' on your corner of the world?"

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Dante knew before he offered her the position that they would work well together, in fact she was likely one of the only members of the council he could see himself working well with besides his sister. Nepotism already got him into the role of Don, appointing his sister as he second might have been a step too far. "Hmm an activity I'm sure you're more than used to."

"This is why we'll work so well together." She concluded, an obvious smirk gracing her features as she led them towards the booth. If Dante was the head of the Serpents then Giada was now the neck, and the neck not only supported the head, but could get it to turn — even if only slightly, and in small calculated steps, like for the duration of smashing dinner plates. "Now, I think it's about time we break some hearts."

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Connor Walsh in HTGAWM 5.04 ➝ “It’s Her Kid”