#omg niko let me help are u ok what do

[mercyxkilling]

send “…didn’t know where else to go…” for your muse to show up at my muse’s doorstep one night during a thunderstorm, shivering, bleeding & soaking wet. 

@emptyvictory asked: “…didn’t know where else to go…” probably didn't intend for her to see him tbh but uh 👀 

she’d been busy all goddamn day. if it wasn’t running one legitimate business or another, it was running a shady one behind the scenes. if it wasn’t handling phone calls from family then it was driving one of her men to pick up his car from the impound lot. mercy had also managed to get roped into a magical evening with her relatives since her brother had flown his family in from japan, and while she adored time with her nieces and nephews and her sister-in-law, just about everyone else that had been at that gathering could, in her opinion, eat a bag of dicks. all they did was talk, criticize, complain, and most of the time it was about her or the way her brother’s kids weren’t doing what was considered “right” or “normal” by their male-centric traditions and society. 

by the end of it she couldn’t even eat, and that was the real tragedy here. authentic italian cuisine going to waste. 

it had gotten dark by the time she’d freed up, but considering the cloud cover she figured it might not have been quite as late as she’d assumed... but it was going to get terribly wet and that usually meant that no one on the roads were going to know how to fucking drive. fan-fucking-tastic. and while she normally wouldn’t have had a problem speeding home to bypass all of the traffic she also knew the kind of heat that would be on her given the fact that she’d just left a gathering of known criminals whose every movements were probably being monitored by a few cops just itching to take someone down so they could finally make rank. she’d make an easy target since most underestimated her because she was a woman, and mercy wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of that.

so she made the painfully slow drive back home through the congested traffic and found herself even more fucking angry and frustrated than when the trip even started... which was saying something, considering how tightly wound she’d been to begin with. but at least it hadn’t actually started to rain yet and she didn’t have to worry about getting soaked on her way to the entrance.

as soon as the short woman climbed out and shut the car door behind her, though, the sky immediately opened up and a most vicious downpour followed, and in mere seconds her hair was plastered to her face, her outfit soaked, and her shoes were providing no help in the means of traction as she attempted to hurriedly make her way in the doors and to the elevator before anyone could see what a mess she was.

it was a good thing, though, that she was struggling to hustle in her ruined heels, lest she have breezed right past a familiar figure nearby. while she knew she looked like hell and normally never would have allowed anyone to see her in such a state, mercy wasn’t about to just leave the poor man struggling like that... so without hesitation mercy made a beeline for the man, ready to offer any aid that she possibly could.

“jesus fuckin’ christ, niko, what happened?”

she moved with purpose, though still gentle, as she guided him as best she could to the nearby awning to shield them both from the onslaught of the rain where she could get a better look at the man. perhaps it was the way she handled situations like this with her own crew that pushed her into such mannerisms and behavior, mercy couldn’t be sure... but all she knew was that she had to help and she had the means to do so, so all her earlier exasperation and complete and utter rage melted away into concern and the all-consuming need to fix this. against her better judgement she reached out and put a hand to his face to tilt his head this way or that so she could get a better angle to look at his more obvious wounds, and it seemed to have taken her a moment to realize what she was doing before pulling that hand back and returning it to her side.

this wasn’t benny who was hurt. she couldn’t just go touching him like that like she knew him well enough.

“sorry. c’mon. let’s get you inside and i’ll take care of this for you, and you can tell me what happened. ‘cause if someone i know did this to you...”

her voice, usually on the louder side but still warm and strangely raspy, had taken on a much quieter and icy turn. if she found out who had done this to him she was going to fucking kill them. slowly. painfully. 

“c’mon, caro mio, let’s go.”

the redhead offered an arm if he needed support so they could get moving.