I know you wanted smut but I….. uh…………. //
“After everything you and your boys have put me through, you want my help?”
You’re surprisingly not as scared as you thought you would be. Having stood up against Peter once, it doesn’t seem as big of a deal anymore. And stepping back, he’s not as different from Sonny as the boys would have you believe. Over the last couple years, you’ve lost a lot of the fear that you used to have.
“You’re all I’ve got,” you say. “Something happened to Nick. He stormed out yesterday and we haven’t heard from him since last night.”
“He’s unpredictable, and he’s more than capable of taking care of himself.”
You shake your head. “That’s what I thought at first, but it’s not like him.”
Peter shuffles the cards that you’ve heard so much about. They look brand new despite countless shuffles. Every soft sound of their movement reminds you of movies, all high gloss and heavy saturation to draw close attention to the most important thing in frame. You can’t help looking at them instead of the harsh lines of Peter’s angry face.
“What makes you assume I can help you anyways? Your Amaro is damn good at disappearing when he wants to.”
While you’ve never heard that, you don’t doubt that he could hide himself if he truly didn’t want to be found. You reach into your jacket and produce the photo that had been left on your front door in nothing but a plain envelope marked ‘Carisi’ in neat print. It’s a Polaroid, you think, of Nick lying in a bed asleep, looking relaxed and peaceful. The only other thing in the photo is a pale hand braced to Nick’s left side with an angry raised scar curling from the palm and wrapping the back.
“I haven’t shown this to Sonny, I don’t want him to worry. But I thought maybe you’d know whose hand that is, and how we can bring Nick home.”
He sets his cards down and takes the photo to examine it closely. “I can’t help you.”
“What? Why not? Are you that fucking cowardly-”
“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” Peter interrupts. “Don’t give me a reason to hurt you, Princess, I really don’t want to. Amaro said he wanted me to stay out of his life, and I don’t know about you but he looks fine. It’s not worth it to go after-” he stops himself and takes a drink as he gives you back your photo. “It’s not worth it to go after the man who took this picture. You’re on your own. Now get the hell out of my bar.”
no I love this because I love seeing the reader have more autonomy !!!
“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.” + hitman!au…oof -🌸
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