Ivan Braginski rolled the tinted windows down as his driver slowed down the car. That signalled that the mafia boss was nearing destination. Ivan slipped on a pair of sunglasses and inspected the almost-barren area at 12:30a.m. He was here to wait for a deal to go down with one of his men, and hopefully, walk home with the bigger end of the straw. Toris looked over his shoulder and cocked his head to the left. Ivan nodded and asked him to pull up to the curb several blocks away.
“I’m heading in. You know where to meet me.”
Toris nodded.
= =
“Toris~,” Ivan sang, entering the new car that Toris had gone and swapped for at the hidden HQ. “Another success~.”
“I expect nothing less, Sir.” The driver glanced around the area, the streets only lit by the lamps. He started up the engine and then slowly drove out of the neighbourhood. For a good while, he remained silent, even if he could feel his superior slightly uneasy in the back.
The bigger man rolled his eyes. “You can call me Ivan when it’s just us, Toris, when I am going home. You know that.” Ivan said, under his breath.
He leaned forward and tried to reach for his Toris’s shoulder. The latter just stiffened as he made a left turn.
“Ivan, with all due respect, I am handling a vehicle.” Toris said calmly, eyes only focused on what was ahead of him.
Despite being a threat to many, Ivan could be a respectful man to those that mattered. He nodded and leaned back onto his seat.
= =
“Good evening, Sir,” Toris nodded, giving his boss a peaceful nod. Ivan returned the gesture, even if it was almost 4a.m. in the morning. He turned to leave before he thought of something that he had hidden in the back of his head since dinner.
“Oh, Toris-“
“Not this again, Uvan... I can’t think about that right now-“ the shaky driver cut off, not wanting to make direct eye contact with Ivan.
Ivan felt a bit hurt by this, and his voice naturally changed. “Not everything is about you. I meant to say, before a certain brunet didn’t realize his place, is to keep an eye out for anybody that comes near my son. I will have their head.” He hadn’t meant to put an emphasis onto how Toris worked for him and should be basically kissing Ivan’s feet, and he sucked in his cheeks when he realize how harsh it sounded. (But he was a mafia boss- he had a rep to hold up.)
“Of course, Sir. I will watch him. Now I must go, and I will see you at 7:30 to pick up Alfred,” Toris said, the faintest touch of sourness in his voice.
The Bestest in Alfred's Life - 7/?
Ivan Braginski rolled the tinted windows down as his driver slowed down the car. That signalled that the mafia boss was nearing destination. Ivan slipped on a pair of sunglasses and inspected the almost-barren area at 12:30a.m. He was here to wait for a deal to go down with one of his men, and hopefully, walk home with the bigger end of the straw. Toris looked over his shoulder and cocked his head to the left. Ivan nodded and asked him to pull up to the curb several blocks away.
“I’m heading in. You know where to meet me.”
Toris nodded.
= =
“Toris~,” Ivan sang, entering the new car that Toris had gone and swapped for at the hidden HQ. “Another success~.”
“I expect nothing less, Sir.” The driver glanced around the area, the streets only lit by the lamps. He started up the engine and then slowly drove out of the neighbourhood. For a good while, he remained silent, even if he could feel his superior slightly uneasy in the back.
The bigger man rolled his eyes. “You can call me Ivan when it’s just us, Toris, when I am going home. You know that.” Ivan said, under his breath.
He leaned forward and tried to reach for his Toris’s shoulder. The latter just stiffened as he made a left turn.
“Ivan, with all due respect, I am handling a vehicle.” Toris said calmly, eyes only focused on what was ahead of him.
Despite being a threat to many, Ivan could be a respectful man to those that mattered. He nodded and leaned back onto his seat.
= =
“Good evening, Sir,” Toris nodded, giving his boss a peaceful nod. Ivan returned the gesture, even if it was almost 4a.m. in the morning. He turned to leave before he thought of something that he had hidden in the back of his head since dinner.
“Oh, Toris-“
“Not this again, Uvan... I can’t think about that right now-“ the shaky driver cut off, not wanting to make direct eye contact with Ivan.
Ivan felt a bit hurt by this, and his voice naturally changed. “Not everything is about you. I meant to say, before a certain brunet didn’t realize his place, is to keep an eye out for anybody that comes near my son. I will have their head.” He hadn’t meant to put an emphasis onto how Toris worked for him and should be basically kissing Ivan’s feet, and he sucked in his cheeks when he realize how harsh it sounded. (But he was a mafia boss- he had a rep to hold up.)
“Of course, Sir. I will watch him. Now I must go, and I will see you at 7:30 to pick up Alfred,” Toris said, the faintest touch of sourness in his voice.