siennafitz

[siennafitz]

aureliarinaldi‌:

A scoff tumbled out as her newly painted lips twisted into a derisive smile. Aurelia Rinaldi, in some filthy little taxi? Where the cowboys took their boots off and had Alphabet-burping contests? She would rather walk. On Lego bricks.

A single gesture of a lace-gloved hand guided the limo towards its parking spot. Fresh out of the car wash, the obsidian black shone almost as bright as the diamonds on her fingers, wrists, collarbones. You may take away my husband, my inheritance, and my very last nerve, Lakewood, but you will never have my aesthetic. Buttoning her coat, Aurelia cast a sideways glance at the other woman. “Do I look like someone who rides cabs, Miss?”

Sienna hadn’t even taken a proper look at the women but now as she did a feeling of crimson burning took over her cheeks. How could she have not noticed? Maybe because she herself couldn’t afford such luxuries so with a simple shake of her head she tried not to look the blond directly in the eye for fear of embarrassment. ‘’Beg my pardon.’’ She mutters with a simple shrug looking back to the cab and then finally to the limo. 

How rich did this woman have to be in order to be chauffeured around these days? Sienna knew about money; she used too have it and her house said that she had plenty thanks to her mother and late husband but since his passing she hadn’t asked her mother for a dime. She wanted to do it on her own and even though she’d gotten dirty to do it; she didn’t care all that much. She also had a hand dipped in the cookie jar because she helped one of the cartels make a lot of it. And she got a cut but it was enough to keep her bills paid and food on the table. But she still hoped without her mothers help she’d make her own fortune in Lakewood. Some day, some how. 

‘‘You don’t look like someone who has ever taken a taxi in their life.’‘ She added turning to the cab with a half smile. ‘‘Are you free, sir?’‘

[siennafitz]

In a sense life had changed as Sienna looked up with wide eyes of lapizuli jewel. Raking a perfectly manicured hand through her golden hair a small sigh fell from her lips --- the reflection in the mirror was not one she was proud of as dark circles were obvious to the naked eye. She was quick to the find the make up that was scattered across the dressing table; the only way she could bare to see the world today.

The phone buzzing on the side made her stopped as she finally finished her make up and began to pull the coat across her body feeling warmth and snug inside. Picking it up her mind wandered for a second; she had no plans today and boredom had struck only a half an hour before. The intention had been to stay in the house for the entirety of the day. 

Looking down at the invitation to see a friend she was quick to sprint out of the house, maybe it was loneliness that was eating her up inside or something more. The house felt ghostly at this time of year when he’d been here the most. The nights had became restless growing more each and every day. Without even thinking she was out of the door and a cab was in sight. 

Heels clicking agains the side walk as she reached the door only to feel a presence beside her as she turned her gaze to the other.

‘‘Morning, sorry is this your cab?’‘ she questions offering the sweetest smile she could muster. 

Inside she was dying.

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[siennafitz]

@logan-legend

[siennafitz]

The wind was blowing against her face, hair blowing in the wind as she watched the sky turn orange; her favourite time of day. Everything always seemed calmer when it was like this as she sighs to herself. This bench she was sat on. How ironic, she thinks to herself as she pulls his jacket over her shoulders more. Sienna knew she shouldn’t wear it, but sometimes it was the only thing that made her feel safe.

His voice saying sweet nothings The words were pretty haunting now when she thought of them as she hugs her arms around herself, eyes never leaving the horizon. Loneliness had began to creep in as she felt the heat of the afternoon sun begin to cool, a light breeze had now taken it’s place. Reaching into her handbag she pulls out her book; the one she was writing and instantly began to write down this moment, it would be the perfect moment for one of her stories. 

Patrick would have loved a moment like this, sitting and just thinking. This was his thing, their thing. She felt like people always walked on egg shells these days, no one wanted her to be sad but wasn’t that a normal part? Maybe. Maybe not. But she was doing the best she could with what she had. When she heard the foot steps her head snapped up, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. 

‘‘I can move over if you wanna sit down?’‘ She offers although a quiet voice. ‘‘Or I can leave...’‘

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scarredwclf‌:

He’s technically not supposed to be out of the hospital yet, but he gave into the irritating itch to leave the confines of overly attentive staff and constant questions. Aiden stayed home for a few days before receiving a call, which made him regretfully leave Grady at the apartment.

Pushing open the door to the Cake Fairy Cafe, his eyes momentarily linger on the bandages that cover his hands before he strides inside. The scent of sweets reaches his nose and he has to resist the urge to order something as he passes the counter. He’s not sure who he’s looking for since he has a tendency to remember faces more easily than names. He figures that if someone needs him, they’ll find him here. As soon as he takes a seat, he’s approached and he glances up, “Are you looking for someone?”

Sienna spotted him the second she walked in. She’d remembered him from when they saw each other in those moments after the chandelier fell. It was like a picture from a horror show but she’d needed to check on him to make sure he was OK and he’d done the same for her briefly. It was such a blur she couldn’t really remember what had been going on or happening. As Sienna reached him and was about to speak he beat her too it as she offered a small smile.

‘‘I’m not sure if you remember me but we met at The Black Rabbit?’‘ She offers as a response, folding her arms over her chest and rocking back and forth on her heels slightly. Maybe she shouldn’t have come over? But she was here now and she was going to have to stick too it. ‘‘How are you doing after all of that? I know you were hurt.’‘

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logan-legend‌:

Logan knew the drill, the bustle of a ‘wake’ or something akin to it within the Bullseye. Castro members, as himself, came and went far and wide, and tonight it was shut down to honour the family members that had fallen. Of course, he had the stack of papers in his office, read and re-read through them. And people thought he was bad for poppin’ a few eyeballs out, this town was filled with deranged, suicidal people. All that was left was for one of them to nuke the whole down and call it a day.

Wouldn’t be such a bad idea, Logan thought to himself, as he cleaned another glass. The bustle of the bar was high, people trying to talk over one another, as the thriving bodies danced to whatever someone paid for on the jukebox in the corner, lights dimmed and he locked eyes with the person in front of him. “What’ll it be?”

Sienna smiled in her state of flagrant stupor, a seemingly permanent grin spreading across her perfectly poised features as she entered the bullseye. It wasn’t her regular place, far from it these days as she opted to stay away from places she couldn’t keep in control. The Black Rabbit had been a perfect example of that as she sucks in a breath when she hears his voice. Logan Legend had been her knight in shining armour that night coming to her rescue. 

Her thoughts that night had a sense of foreshadowing of what would be the talk of the town by the time morning came. But now it was a Sunday night and she had nothing better to do than come and visit one of the only people she may have considered a friend --- when in reality it was all to do with the cartel. Wasn’t this supposed to be the high times of her life? She was still somewhat young and she liked to think maybe slightly attractive? So why did she feel like she was stuck in this hole that she couldn’t pull herself out of? 

From two shots, they had become five, a dangerous drunk zone to be in — looking the way she did, with the “nice guys” in their transparent fedoras just waiting on the moment she gets drunk enough for an attempt to slide in and steal her for a night. 

Taking her seat Sienna decided tonight she would let the tequila ultimately incinerate her throat,  alcohol being the only barrier between going into complete Caulfield mode. Time seemed to pass as she downed what she could; the music didn’t make her want to dance tonight, keeping to the left of the bar hidden away from as many people as she could. 

Hearing his voice she looked up as she wobbled slowly and looked up. ‘’Logan.’’ She says with a grin ‘’Hey! Your face isn’t so bad.’’ She referred to the fight that he’d been in previous but her voice slurred as she gave him a grin. ‘’I’m a bit drunk---’’ she says grabbing hold of another shot as she held it up in the air. ‘’Cheers.’’

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luthor-russo‌:

He took a look over the woman, as Luthor sat back in his seat, the disheveled look of flirtation mixed with the darkened overall expression. Of course, it was wiped off his features in a flash, a blink of an eye wouldn’t have caught it, as he focused more on the blonde. “Care to join me?” He offered, before proceeding with their conversation.

“You seem to have a lot of opinions about this place?” He quizzed, thoroughly excited to find out more. “I’m new—my sister and I just moved here, and after what we’ve been through, I’d hate to have brought her somewhere unsafe. Can you fill me in?”

The question took her off guard as blue orbs landed upon the dark male once again; lingering even if only for a second before flitting away to the steaming mug that stood before her. She shouldn’t have even entertained the idea of joining someone she didn’t know. Hadn’t Sienna been taught better than this over time? But before she could even stop herself she was beside him with a small smile dancing over her lips. 

‘‘Sure thing.’‘ She utters. 

The question caused her heart to pound against her chest. It was so hard she wondered if it was no visible as she reaches up to push a stray piece of hair from her vision. He was handsome her mind quickly adds as she offers a small smile, not too big. She didn’t entertain the idea of giving away too much of herself too quickly. In her heart she was still married even if it had been three years since his untimely demise. 

‘‘If you’re looking for a safe harbour I’d suggest you run as far and as fast as you can before you get dragged into the mess of this place.’‘ Eyes flicker to check no one had clocked into what she was doing and saying; eyes staring right at him with no amusement or sparkle which she usually adorned. ‘‘This place takes everything that comes here, chews it up and spits it right back out --- it’s earths version of modern day hell.’‘ 

‘‘I shouldn’t be telling you any of this. It’ll get me in trouble.’‘ Her voice now erratic as she sat up straight in her chair. She wanted this didn’t she? To be part of the same thing her husband had been? But the memories of the other night caused a stir in her that she didn’t like. Mother screeching about the messes she was getting herself into; her business no longer her own as she watched them walk in freely and use it as theirs. 

Nothing was hers in this town. 

[siennafitz]

That night had been on her mind since it had happened; almost haunted her as she’d seen the aftermath around her --- one of the lucky ones who saw it all but was in no way injured except for the dark bruise that ran under her eye and across her eye; in short it looked like she’d been beaten but it had been an accident. The guy who’d done it too her --- she didn’t want to see the damage that Logan had bestowed upon him. 

And it was clarified in a memory for her when she heard the tone, tuning into his own conversation as she offered a half smile until her ears clocked onto his conversation. It was like a horror being relived. How had she got into a cartel when she felt like this at aftermath. It was like it followed her --- something she’d chosen to be close to the man she loved and now here she sat wondering if she’d made the right choice.

‘‘Welcome to Lakewood--- home of the weird and slightly psychotic.’‘ Sienna chirped.

Lakewood was quaint. Its hopeful sign as you drive past its border limits suggested this was a family town, built upon the all American basis of trust and respect. But Luthor, who had done his homework, understood it was not all that civilians expected it to be. It was dismal and cruel, the iron fist of four entities deciding who lived and who died. Wasn’t this why he chose turned to his profession now?

Wasn’t this where he found himself now?

Settled upon the cutest stool inside of the sweetest bakery. Americano set before him, a treat—and someone’s wallet swiped, but that was just good natured fun for him—as he sat back, stretching out the newspaper before him, and beginning to read up on the daily life of Lakewood. “Hmm,” He muttered, turning down the corner of his current read. “I didn’t realize moving to Lakewood would be so prone to criminal activity.” He quipped, content in his ‘oh dear’ attitude. “A lot of murder happened the other night…” He looked to the person nearest him. “I hope everyone got out safe.”

Internally, of course, he was laughing.

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siennafitz‌:

‘’War does not make you invincible you know.’’ Sienna responds reaching up as she puts pressure to the ice that wasn’t really stopping the pain from emanated through her being; when was the last time she’d taken a hit like this? It’d been a long one that was for sure.

And then her mother came to mind and she practically groaned on the spot knowing full well that there was going to be all hell to come when she saw her face. She purposefully pressed the ice harder against her face; anything to take her mind off the inevitable. Her mother was going to go crazy. And nobody in their right mind had the time of day to deal with that. Not even the blonde who’d spent her entire life by the older woman’s side; anyone hurt Sienna, she knew they’d pay.

Sienna’s mind wanders back too Logan who stood before her in his hero like style, a beautiful man was the only way to describe the sharp features of a prominent jaw line; eyes that always drew you in. He reminded her of Patrick, her late husband. She’d never asked him if he’d been friends with him, in reality she was unsure if she wanted to know his interactions with the cartel before his untimely demise — protecting his brothers the moment he took his last breath. He was a truly a people person, he always had been and that was why she’d been so drawn to his cheeky ways. She loved him now even after three years of nothing but loneliness with the need to protect others and in that moment she realised she’d done exactly that just moments ago. One of her own; protecting Logan had been all she saw for a second even if only brief.

Sienna jumps when she reaches across the table grabbing hold of the cloth and chucking it at him quickly; eyes of blue stared at him as she gave a nod; blood wasn’t something that had bothered her— she’d seen plenty of it from when Patrick used to come home. She never asked, she knew better than that. There were lines that even she didn’t bother crossing. Maybe because it was respect for his job or maybe because she didn’t want to know. Either way she just didn’t. Looking at the back of his head she let’s out a sigh, leaning closer to get a better look. ‘’Stitches.’’ She says out look, patting his back lightly to tell him that he could turn around before she breaths out a shaky breath. This had shaken her up that was for certain as she pushed her chin to shoulder looking around the room. ‘’It’s always better when I stay home.’’ Sienna explains.

Coming out of her comfort zone was proving to her that maybe she wasn’t made for this kind of world.

“But it sure as shit makes you fuckin’ harder to kill when you play in the field too long,” And surely he had. Maybe that’s what made it interesting. Maybe that’s what coiled inside of Logan’s mind, made it acceptable that he was the way he was, and not by choice, but by some undefined design of God that asked him to be put together in tis way. This broke, shattered, crescent moon of something that should be more—whole—person.

Not that he’d ever tell someone that. Not that he’d ever admit to that.

That was for himself.

“Stitches, huh?” Might’ve been right, the blood didn’t seem to want to stall itself. “Well, I better find my way to the nearest bottle of bourbon and start drinking heavily, huh?” He wadded the towel, tucking it behind his ear, as he caught the hum of her last comment. “Yeah—not the best thing when it gets a little gory, but—you do what needs to be done. And I was deep in enemy territory at times.” Perhaps that’s when his jaded self came to light, birthed from the horrors of his surroundings.

“Look, you should get out of here—this night won’t get any better. Text me when you’re home,” Maybe it was an instruction, demand more than an offering. “No need to get hurt anymore tonight.” He leaned over, a kiss to Sienna’s temple—he blamed that on the slight guilt that settled from her being hurt. “And if that’s still bad tomorrow, I’ll drive you to the hospital. But we should both gather our things and get the fuck out of here.” He stood, extending a hand, as hues focused where he’d last left his jacket. “I’m gonna grab my things, say goodbye to a couple people. Text me when you’re home, okay?”

With that, Logan moved to the bar—only to spot a free and unsupervised bottle of bourbon and decide to down it instead. Anything to numb the pain.

END

[siennafitz]

[siennafitz]

→ IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Sienna Fitzgerald

Character Age: 35

Faceclaim Choice: Candice Acoola

Gender and Pronouns: Female / Her/She

Birthplace: New York City

Birthday: September 23, 1985

Occupation: Beautician & Hairdresser at Sienna Hair

Family: In Favour of the Reyes

Position:  Associate for the Castro Cartel

→ BIOGRAPHY

Sienna Fitzgerald was a beautiful soul that stood at 5'7 with free flowing blonde hair and inquisitive eyes. To the unknowing eye she was a picture of pure innocence with a constant smile plastered across her porcelain features. But what lay behind them was a little more broken than was let on.

The beginning of Sienna’s life was a pretty different one from the one’s you’ve heard about in your favourite novels or movies. Starting life in a larger than life setting, Sienna’s mother was a world famous musician named Maria Fitzgerald and her business executive father, Lance Fitzgerald. Money was never an issue growing up as she lived in a luxurious setting in the well-off neighbourhood in California.

Although money was around the household tended to be a lonely one, with parents who were working to give their daughter everything, it often meant that she was alone. Her nannies were the best friends she could have asked for, more like present parents than her own. And their work schedules would also be the death of their relationship.

Sienna was a hard worker when it came to school, often found with her head in a book she’d been on more of the reserved side. A small group of friends and a closed circle kept her feet on the ground; she was never one to over spend but she was never someone who also wouldn’t stop herself from using her parent’s money to get something she wanted.

Although it became harder when the passing of her father came and this caused the derailing of a usually sensible girl. Sienna then met Kyle who was two years above herself at school. He was a pretty boy who adorned an all-black clothing style, sold drugs and hung out on the wrong side of the tracks. He was like an angel to Sienna in a dark time at home, avoiding going as much as she could about going there to see her parents not speaking. She latched onto him and for someone with Kyle’s life style that was the kind of girls they preyed on.

Kyle was exactly what Sienna didn’t need in her life when she was going through so much inner turmoil. After just a month hanging around him her grades began to dip, school no longer her main priority and the drunken messes she got herself into were something completely new and thrilling. Eventually her mother delved harder into her work to cope with the fact that her husband was no longer alone and this left Sienna with just herself in the overly large house, trying to save what was left of her family Maria took time off work to try and reconnect her daughter only to realise just how much she’d span out of control.

Parties were a regular occurrence where everything got a little wild. Sienna was dating bad boy Kyle Manning who was the ultimate party thrower. Her once small circle had dissipated and she hung around with a different, edgier crowd. One particular night a party at Kyle’s house was in full swing when the screams could be heard, upon investigating one of her immediate group, Shelly lay lifeless on the floor. It came to light that the drugs that Kyle had slipped into her drink as a dare would bring Shelly’s life to an immediate end.

The arrest was what opened Sienna’s and her mother’s eyes about how serious everything had gotten, with Kyle facing life in prison and with Sienna now involved she knew all the fun and games were over. How could it have gotten this deep? This bad? The relationship came to an immediate end and Sienna was quick to pull herself away from everything and everyone.

Moving away to Lakewood, Texas was the only option Maria thought possible for herself and Sienna to get back to their roots. Maria grew up in Lakewood had a lot of family there and she wanted Sienna to live life a little less extravagant in a small town around family which she had so obviously lacked; it would also give Maria the time to work on her music in a less manic environment. Maria was fully aware of what went on in Lakewood, but she felt that Sienna was now wise enough to keep out and focus on herself. She also felt that seeing how bad things were in Lakewood would give Sienna an idea of where her life almost ended up if she had carried on the path she had let herself go down.

Upon moving Sienna had heard the stories that her mother had told her growing up about what life in Lakewood had been like. Sienna knew her mother wasn’t aware that she knew that her mother had been part of one of the cartel’s when she was growing up before she moved away and met her father in University. But she used to listen to her parents late night chats while she sat on the grand staircase, thinking of her mother’s life like a far away fairy tale; how wrong Sienna was.

So Maria moved them and their things in Sienna’s life seemed to change drastically as she began to get her life back on track.

After finishing up school VIA home schooling Sienna began following her own dreams of working in hair and beauty; although it was a short lived one.

Meeting Patrick ‘rick’ was never something she saw herself doing after Kyle. A member of a cartel and involved in things she didn’t even want to imagine, but his quick wit and sense of humour had her falling before she had chance to use her brain. Being part of The Reyes was something that Patrick took great pride in and she couldn’t help but admire his loyalty and the respect he held for women. It was that, that drew her into him.

Maria was not exactly happy that Sienna had began to fall for someone who was part of that life style, especially after everything that she had seen her daughter go through with Kyle. But she was also someone who would never stand in the way of love. It often caused arguments between Sienna and Maria which never ended with a hug and cup of tea.

Patrick and Sienna spiralled into a great love story that not even Maria could deny. They were head over heels, he was a solider for The Reyes and she was a barely scraping by beauty therapist and together they were a power house. After just eleven months of being together Patrick was down on one knee asking Sienna to spend the rest of his life with him and she was quick to say yes.

Married life was something Sienna fell in love with, spending every fibre to provide everything Patrick could need and want. They were set. But not everything can stay happy forever, she was quick to learn that.

It was November 2nd and a hot day as she sat on her front porch writing away on her laptop only to see the multiple black cars pull up outside her house. Patrick had been away on business. She hadn’t thought much into the fact that she hadn’t heard from him for a couple days knowing how extremely busy they got but little did she know, the call was never coming.

They were here too deliver the bad news, while on a job there had been an attack. Trying to save one of his brothers he had been caught in cross fire and just like that his life was over. Sienna had read about these things in books, she’d seen it happen to other wives and girls associated with the cartels around Lakewood but she never thought it would happen to her; Widowed. One day she was in love with her best friend and just like that he was stolen from her. Sienna didn’t know where to start or how to act; everything she’d believed suddenly felt like a lie. Love didn’t last forever.

It was three years ago that she lost Patrick and she hasn’t managed to fall for anyone, she can’t even think about loving another man because her heart is still devoted to a man that now lay 6 feet below ground. Instead she devoted all of her time to becoming a part of The Reyes in his memory.

→ PERSONALITY SUMMARY

Loving, Caring, Optimistic, passionate and adorable is only a few words that you can use to describe Sienna as a person. She’s very much a meeker character than most whom showers with love more so than violence.

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xndyrenner‌:

It wasn’t really about him getting drunk, it wasn’t why he didn’t like them, because they would make him get drunk easily, especially because he wasn’t used to them, his body wasn’t used to them, so it would have some kind of effect on him pretty fast.. It was also about the taste, maybe him not wanting to get drunk was a part of it, but wasn’t the only reason, it was also because he didn’t like the taste, he preferred something lighter, that he didn’t feel the taste of alcohol, that was a lot better in his opinion.

“I think I’m just going to pick something else,” he crinkled his nose, and placed the drink on one of the trays that was taking the dirty glasses and dishes. “It’s not really just about me not wanting to get drunk for me, is about the taste too, I find them horrible, not much fan of drinks we can taste the alcohol that much.”

Sienna lets out a light laugh and she thought it best that maybe she should move onto her next drink soon because the heat of this one was making it impossible to consume  and actually enjoy it. As Sienna looked around the crowded room she quickly noted that she didn’t have that many friends. In Lakewood she was dwindling with only recently getting herself back out into the world. 

‘‘If you are into your champagne I’d suggest the glass of Laurent Pierre they have behind the bar--- although a little pricey, it has a divine taste and it’s something you can drink over a period of time and not look weird for doing so.’‘ Sienna says with a grin. She lifts up her own drink taking a final gulp, grimacing almost at the harsh liquor that slipped down her throat before placing the glass upon the bar top and gesturing towards the barman. 

‘‘I guess I was like that for a long time--- it took me a while to find the drinks that I really preferred and I don’t really defer from those these days.’‘ 

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scarredwclf‌:

Shock could have overtaken him easily, but luckily for him he’s accustomed to the sight of blood. The warmth seeping from beneath his fingertips is certainly a matter that he shouldn’t ignore, but he’s too high on adrenaline to feel the pain.  The voice of female brings him out of his momentary pause and he glances at her, his eyes surveying her for any signs of possible injury. The sight around them is something that belongs in a movie…it’s possible that this entire event had been a set up from the beginning. This brings up his question of why he had even chosen to come here in the first place.

“No,” he mutters as he completely stands. “I don’t think I’m all good.” His words are slightly slowed. Glancing down at his hand that’s covering the wound, he exhales deeply. “Shit.” Aiden let his eyes dance around the scene again before he turns his attention back to her. “But we should probably see if anyone else needs help.”

This is a rare side of him-his selflessness. Some take him to be selfish and cold, but in truth, he does have the ability to care. His head spins slightly and he’s forced to catch himself on a nearby wall, with his bloodied hand leaving a print upon the surface. “Have you found anyone else who’s alive other than me?”

Sienna’s eyes had trained in on him; looking with complete intensity. It was a reminder of a person she’d once known although unable to completely figure out whom he reminded her of. But she could hear it in his slowed words, almost as if they were slurred and she shakes her head at him. ‘’You, my friend are not going anywhere.’’ She states instantly pressing her hand to his arm in order to guide him. 

‘’Before you go looking at anyone else, we need to take a look at you.’’ She mutters using her head to gesture in the direction she wanted to take him. Maybe she’d watched too many films over the years; but those who carried on when they were hurt usually ended up hurting themselves. And if she only got to help one person today, that was fine--- if they ended up being OK in the end. 

‘‘Where does it hurt? I don’t have much experience but I saw my husband patch up a few people over the years.’‘ And that was truth, many battle wounds had been stitched up on her kitchen table. The amount of times she’d been sent running when they’d stumbled through the front door, much to her horror. How she missed her late husband, he would have known exactly what to do in a situation like this. 

She’d always thought he should have been a leader.

‘‘Once we’ve found you somewhere to sit, I’ll grab some vodka from the bar. I don’t know what I’m going to need to clean up before I can get a better look.’‘ Sienna advises with a sigh falling from her lips.

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scarredwclf‌:

He would know the sound of a gunshot from anywhere. His muscles instantly tense and within a matter of seconds, he’s thrown himself to the side. Tucking his knees close to his chest as he rolls, the scattered shards of glass dig into his flesh. A sudden stab of searing pain shoots through his nervous system, forcing him to bite back an astonished yelp. Pressing his hand to the wound as he prepares to stand, Aiden’s eyes survey his surroundings as he comes to a crouch. His acute gaze searching for anyone who might need assistance.

A scream leaves her lips as she stumbled back; shielded from the rain of glass as she heard the commotion around her. Sienna was protected by the door way as she watched the scene like that of a horror movie. She should have known this was coming; when did a get together of this sort ever go well in Lakewood; hand chucked to mouth and un-moving from her spot. She should help people?! The thinks over and over but her feet were glued to the floor. Head shoot from left to right before going to the dazzling floor. It could have been pretty -- but instead she saw the splatters of blood that followed as her heart pounded. 

‘‘Do you need help?’‘ She began asking around stepping carefully. She didn’t want to hurt herself in the process --- she’d be useless if she was. Then her eyes landed on Aiden. ‘‘You all good?’‘ She asks trying to see what she could do --- but coming up blank each time. Fuck--- this was bad. 

She hadn’t seen the shot herself; she’d been coming from the wine cellar with a bottle in hand gifted to her by some idiot who’d knocked her drink down her front. Ugh; she really loved this dress too but quickly snaps her mind back to the task at hand. 

The bottle was smashed among the glass that was for sure.

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logan-legend‌:

There was blood running down the base of his neck, Logan knew that. For all the damage that had been caused, all the drama that had been served, he was still aware of the monumental notion that one must defend themselves. A shit hole like Lakewood? Fuck, he knew that feeling, he grew up here. To prove yourself among the best of the best and still not end up at the end of a barrel was enough to try and keep your guard up. So he didn’t blame her for intruding. Wanting to help.

With the broken words, as he tilted a his head to the side, reaching for the passing server’s towel, as he reached for the cup of ice ordered by another. Hands scooped, and wrapped, as he held it up to her nose. He might’ve been injured too—but there was nothing copious amounts of alcohol couldn’t numb, in his unopposed reasoning. “Honey, I’ve been to war a couple hundred times it seems, I’ve been in a lotta worse places than that,” He chided with that same half-grin, as he gently placed the ice upon her lip, reaching for her hand to lift and hold where it was.

“Might bleed for a bit, you’re gonna need to keep that there,” Urging her to sit within the nearby abandoned booth, as he sat next to her, mostly as a shield. A hand lifted to the back of his neck, the residue of something particularly sticky remained. Upon examination—“Shit,” He murmured, his hand covered. “Pass me that towel,” He gestured to the lone one that sat closer to her on the table top.

Hand outstretched, as he dunked the towel in the vodka he’d ordered before sitting, pressing the wet corner to the wound. He wouldn’t hiss or cry out—not his style—but his expression enough said he doubted the size of the wound, as he gently tried to clean the blood. “You good with blood?” He murmured to Sienna. “Can you tell me how bad it is?”

‘’War does not make you invincible you know.’’ Sienna responds reaching up as she puts pressure to the ice that wasn’t really stopping the pain from emanated through her being; when was the last time she’d taken a hit like this? It’d been a long one that was for sure.

And then her mother came to mind and she practically groaned on the spot knowing full well that there was going to be all hell to come when she saw her face. She purposefully pressed the ice harder against her face; anything to take her mind off the inevitable. Her mother was going to go crazy. And nobody in their right mind had the time of day to deal with that. Not even the blonde who’d spent her entire life by the older woman’s side; anyone hurt Sienna, she knew they’d pay.

Sienna’s mind wanders back too Logan who stood before her in his hero like style, a beautiful man was the only way to describe the sharp features of a prominent jaw line; eyes that always drew you in. He reminded her of Patrick, her late husband. She’d never asked him if he’d been friends with him, in reality she was unsure if she wanted to know his interactions with the cartel before his untimely demise --- protecting his brothers the moment he took his last breath. He was a truly a people person, he always had been and that was why she’d been so drawn to his cheeky ways. She loved him now even after three years of nothing but loneliness with the need to protect others and in that moment she realised she’d done exactly that just moments ago. One of her own; protecting Logan had been all she saw for a second even if only brief.

Sienna jumps when she reaches across the table grabbing hold of the cloth and chucking it at him quickly; eyes of blue stared at him as she gave a nod; blood wasn’t something that had bothered her--- she’d seen plenty of it from when Patrick used to come home. She never asked, she knew better than that. There were lines that even she didn’t bother crossing. Maybe because it was respect for his job or maybe because she didn’t want to know. Either way she just didn’t. Looking at the back of his head she let’s out a sigh, leaning closer to get a better look. ‘’Stitches.’’ She says out look, patting his back lightly to tell him that he could turn around before she breaths out a shaky breath. This had shaken her up that was for certain as she pushed her chin to shoulder looking around the room. ‘’It’s always better when I stay home.’’ Sienna explains.

Coming out of her comfort zone was proving to her that maybe she wasn’t made for this kind of world.

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It was that blind rage that sufficed him, in the way that Leo’s greedy hands seemed to pillage their way into an uncomfortable setting. Was it the same as war? Was it the same here as it’d been on the battlefield? Did he look like some average bitch to this cannoli? The thunderous sounds of voices persuading the fight, as his fist cocked back.

There were hits, Logan took a clean one to the jaw—and if he didn’t know any better, he was convinced that the chair swipe had nicked him well enough to leave an open wound, as blood trickled down the collar of his shirt. Not that it was mingled with the blood that covered his knuckles, as he thundered into Leo’s face.

Who said he had to be gentle or forgiving about it?

Blinded by annoyance, rage thrived and his heart thundered within his ribcage when the resounding tone of someone unlike Leo’s grunts and his own that broke—Sienna’s cry stopped Logan for a moment, as he looked to her, the sudden spurt of blood that fell, as Leo took one dirty shot. Logan turned to the man, as he pinned him to the bar, leg lifted to his chest. Cut off his airwaves, what the fuck did Logan care, right? Enough, as he winded, tightening of his fist, and thudded it against the man’s face. The thunderous applause of his actions broke, as his own dragged him off his opponent.

“Five guys, asshole—it takes five of them to try and stop me, you jus’ wait until they’re fuckin’ gone, I’ll finish fixin’ that face of yours—“ Logan snapped, anger uncontained as he spoke, before shoving some of his own off him, straightening the ripped shirt, and approaching Sienna.

Logan took once glance, watching as a blonde—and he had to turn away to not catch her stare. No—not now, He thought, as he approached Sienna. “Hey, hey—look at me,” He instructed, hands still shaking. He took the underside of his shirt, wiping his hands before touching her face, as he tilted her chin upward. “You need ice,” He murmured, a frown breaking through.

She was one of their own. Of course he’d defend her.

“Next time I’ll kill him if he tries that shit with you again, got it?” His voice only raised as he spoke to the man staggering off another blonde—typical. “Don’t ever get involved—I’m sure you can hold your own, but—darlin’, I was more than fine takin’ care of him on my own.”

The pain throbbed through her cheeks like she’d been hit directly in the eye when it was in fact her nose which had taken the hit as she bent over trying to stop the bleeding; the taste of metallic taking over her senses. Sienna could hear his voice cutting through the now quieter crowd; the loudness had dissipated and the music had changed from the up beat jazz back to the sullen mood as she leaned herself against the edge of a table. As much as she was apart of the Cartel because of her late husband she felt that maybe she wasn’t cut out for the life that she had paved for herself. 

But within moments she heard his voice as eyes of ocean blue stared up; she must have looked a state and the feeling of others watching them caused her too close up as arms hugged her body. Sienna Fitzgerald felt rather insecure in that moment. His hand on her skin as eyes instantly go to the ceiling; she wondered what would have happened if Patrick was here.

Actually it probably would have gone down exactly the same.

Looking back to him she gives a curt nod; ice was probably better than turning up to her clients tomorrow looking like she’d been getting rough and ready in the local night club. Maybe she shouldn’t try and be the hero next time. But as much as she was not made for this life; she was also not down for anyone hurting the people she cared about. Even if it was Logan Legend. He was family to her practically; one of her own and for that she was loyal to him. 

‘‘I don’t doubt that you also can’t look after yourself--- but.’‘ She shakes her head as she feels her bottom lip tremble. In that moment she realised that she was sad about the situation because she wished that her husband had been there to save her but also because in that moment she also came to the conclusion that the man who stood before her was the only person in her life that had been there for her in a long time. The girl who kept to herself suddenly even if only for a split second felt like she was truly a part of their inner circle. 

‘‘But I couldn’t ever stand the sight of someone hurting you.’‘ She states with a simple shrug and a half smile ‘‘‘I promise I’ll be more sensible next time; keep myself out of trouble.’‘ She says with a sigh before grimacing at the horrid feeling that was going through face as she reached up and pressed lightly to his own. 

‘‘Let me help you, too?’‘