thank you for requesting this (and always leaving such nice comments/replies on my fics!) 🙂 this part has more ~feelings
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Sonny leaned forward a bit in his chair. He spared a quick glance in Nestor’s direction before looking up at Miguel with an expectant smile. Miguel’s gaze was fixed on the paper’s in front of him on his desk so he didn’t see it. He had one hand holding them and the other paging through every so often. There was a deep furrow between his eyebrows and a downturn to the corners of his mouth. His body was held tightly, like a coiled spring, and although he was sitting in his office in his own house he was still wearing his suit jacket on top of his vest.
“We really doing this at your office?” Sonny asked lowly with a small smirk. His eyes danced with secrets. When Miguel finally looked up, though, he was taken aback by the barely contained fury in his eyes. Fire and ice. Sonny leaned back slightly, almost involuntarily.
“Where else would we discuss business, Dominick?” Miguel replied in a tone that was as businesslike as it was cold.
Tag: my heart
Can we get what happens next with Nick x Reader after Over The Line?
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“Mom?” Owen’s voice woke you from your restless sleep. “Why are you sleeping on the couch?” Although the knee to the kidney is what really woke you.
Opening your eyes, you caught Owen’s concerned gaze. “I didn’t want to wake your dad up when I got home last night.” You stood, stretching and rubbing your face. Elise was still asleep on the couch.
“I heard you guys arguing last night. Dad hasn’t came back home, has he?” Owen’s question surprised you. “I’m not a kid anymore.”
Reaching up, you brushed the hair off his forehead. “I forget you’re growing up.” You sighed, “no. He didn’t. He didn’t take his phone either so… I’m going to make some coffee. C’mom we’ll get breakfast going.”
Nick was coming through the back door, as you and Owen came into the room. He threw his keys on the counter. “Morning”, he looked you over then turned to Owen. “Still want to go to the batting cages?”
Owen looked to you for an answer. You gave him a little nod as you finished making the coffee. “Sure dad.”
“What was that?” Nick commanded.
“What was what Nick?” Returning his question with another.
“You know. The non-verbal between the two of you. Listen if you don’t want to go just say so.” Nick was getting agitated.
The tension in the room was getting uncomfortable. “I’ll get my glove”, Owen turned on his heel toward his bedroom.
“What’s his problem?” Nick asked as he rummaged through the fridge.
“He’s tired.” Finally the coffee was done, so you poured yourself a mug. “Where did you go?”
Nick froze when you asked the question. “I went out and had a couple drinks. Slept in the truck.”
“Hmmm…” taking in his appearance, you about half believed him. “Did a glitter bomb go off there?”
He narrowed his eyes slightly, “what are saying, Y/N?”
“I think you know. You have glitter on you, you reek of stale cigarettes and alcohol and smell like cheap ass perfume. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.” Taking a sip of coffee, you leaned against the counter.
Nick hung his head, “listen, Y/N-”
“I can’t believe you went to a strip club, Nick.” The knot in your stomach was tightening. “You walked out last night, no phone. You stayed out all night drinking, doing God knows what, with God knows who. Did you get a lap dance? Maybe a little more?”
“You are being such a bit-” Nick stopped before he finished the sentence. He took a deep breath. “I met up with a couple of the guys from homicide. I got a lap dance. That’s it. It was Malcolm birthday…”
“Whatever Nick”, you scoffed. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, But this”, you gestured up and down his body, “isn’t you. I need a shower.” As you passed him you said, “wipe the lipstick off your neck before the kids see it.”
So I started watching Strike Back @musicalmedic And he has a British accent. Are you even kidding me, like warn a sister! LOL
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