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[dannychan]

he put his hands up. "i know this looks.. really bad." he mumbled. "i can explain.."

[peridot.]

He frowned and held his gun up at the other, eyes narrowed as he said slowly, "Al...right. Well, you'll forgive me if I'm a bit nervous with you in my house and all. So start talking, please."

[dannychan]

he sighed. "my dad.. he's the boss of one of the biggest crime families. i have no choice but to work with him, because i'm his son. he knows all my weaknesses, and everything he could hit to hurt me. he uses the club as cash flow, and i can't say no." he was a good liar, and that's exactly what he was doing. tears formed in his eyes, but they were fake. a quiver shook his lips and he put his face in his hands. "i can't.. do anything about it.."

[peridot.]

Nick blinked and slowly lowered his gun, feeling his heartstrings get pulled a bit. After a moment, however, he rose it again and stepped a bit closer to the other, his eyes narrowing a bit more, "I'm... not sure I believe you." He had pulled plenty of scams back when he was a thief. He wasn't stupid.

[dannychan]

he put his hands up. "i don't have the mark." he mumbled. "i don't." he looked up at him. he truly did look horrified.. mostly because he had a gun pointed at him. the mark was a symbol of his father's mob- a dragon fly tattooed somewhere on his body. he didn't have it, really. just had those cool temporary tattoos that he put on during feelings- but they weren't on at the moment.

[peridot.]

He frowned and slowly lowered the gun, saying with a little sigh as kept it in his hands but not pointed at the other, "Alright, I suppose I believe you.. but it's not like I can help you."

[dannychan]

he frowned. "you could tell them you were drunk and got into a little argument and decided you'd say you saw the picture."

[peridot.]

He bristled a bit and said quietly, frowning sharply, "I can't do that. That'd be a falsified accusation, and I could get in a lot of shit for just spouting something that 'wasn't true'."

[dannychan]

he was simply sat on the couch, gun in his lap and hands in a praying position. yeah, he was praying because he was nervous. he needed to be calm and collected, and since he was still raised fairly religiously, this was his go to. he sighed and looked up when he heard the lock begin to click.

[peridot.]

Nick looked tired as he unlocked the door and opened it, and he sighed as he turned on the light - before freezing. He stared at Diego for a moment before his hand went down to the gun he had tucked under his shirt, hissing, "What the hell are you doing in my house?"