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Scott — Everything went to shit pt 4
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2025-04-03 14:44:21
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"Don't take it personally. You're not the problem, buddy. It's your face and your general body and all around personality and the way women react to all those things. Just a few more months of this until you're married. No one is derailing this marriage," said Kenny. If I wasn't so ticked off at the implication that I'd even want my dick in someone other than Stacy, I'd be touched. Kenny really was rooting for us in his own way. They all were. Making certain to present me to a man this time, Kenny and Marlene walked me straight into the beginning of the end of my joy. "Hey, Agent Brady. Crap," Kenny said, belatedly finding out that the man in question was Jeff.If my boner wasn't already dead, Jeff's presence would have done it. "Hey Kenneth. Scott. Marlene, right?" said Jeff, holding out his hand to Marlene to shake. A confused Marlene accepted his handshake and said, "Have we—" "Scott's socials are flooded by your wedding
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Unlike the nosy assholes Luca stuck me with, Stacy's bodyguards always gave her space as a sign of respect, so she wouldn't have to explain their presence. They were nearby whenever she set foot out of the house though. When she went to campus for her exams or to study at the library and even when our clandestine meetings started, they'd be nearby. When she went to lunch today, they sat two tables away until I picked her up. Then they followed us to the gallery. It was constant and honestly somewhat annoying, especially when we met with the sole purpose of fucking, but we got over it pretty quickly. Now I relied on the relief knowing they were with her gave me. "Because the two of you started associating with Luca Cattaneo. I wanted to see where it went," Jeff answered frankly, watching me panic as I started walking away from him. "Where is she, Scott?" "I'd be mad that you were having me investigated, except you're lying Jeff. I'm your son. Of course I took crazy precautions to m
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Breaking out into a run, I hastily made my way to the bathroom with Jeff and the others following behind me. When I got to the door, what was left of my composure slipped away from me. The corpses of the men who had been watching her for weeks as she took her exams laid on the floor, stacked onto each other in front of the door. The women screamed when they saw the bodies. "Don't look," said Kenny, ushering the women away from the scene. I beat Jeff through the bathroom door, stepping over the bodies. We kicked open stall doors, but they were all empty. "Fuck," a ugly scream let loose from my throat. I started pacing and dragging my fingers through my hair. No. No. No. She was gone. She was fucking gone and it was all my fault. I never should have let her out of my sight tonight. Luca warned me I was endangering her, but I just had to know better. I was so sure Don Angelo would never do anything to hurt her because I knew I never would. I thought we were the same, at lea
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"You can't go in there. They won't side with you. Not with Don Angelo on the loose. They will cower at my father's feet. Walking in there is suicide," said Jenny's voice through the phone. "She's right," said Jeff, the mere sound of his voice setting Luca off. "What the fuck were you thinking, bringing a fed with you?" Luca asked, glaring at me. There I was, in a car with the next Don Angelo and Jeff. They didn't trust each other and I didn't trust them. It was the perfect storm. To bring Stacy home though, I was willing to use everything and everyone at my disposal. The real surprise wasn't Luca getting pissed at me for bringing Jeff. It was Jeff getting in Luca's car in the first place. "He's not just a fed anymore. He's the director of the FBI," I said, to Jeff's surprise. "What? Did you think you were in this car because I wanted to bond with you? I keep tabs on you too, Jeff. I know your promotion to director came directly after Don Angelo's arrest. New job. Must be a l
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"They'll fall in line. They have to. I didn't work this hard to take down Don Angelo just to hand him over to the feds," a hot headed Luca insisted, his judgment clouded by his desire for vengeance. "You and Jen Jen are just going to have to trust me." "I don't understand why you think we need him. We have the full force of the FBI behind us. Let him go get himself killed if he wants to. We can find them ourselves," said Jeff, his stupid pride clouding his judgment. "Like you found me after I walked out of a hotel right under your agents' noses? Even knowing where I was, you couldn't get onto Cattaneo property. He has intel. Access. Connections. Things you don't have. If I have to choose between the two of you, I will pick him," I spat back at Jeff, getting pissed off at their narrow mindedness. This had Luca grinning back at Jeff smugly in the rearview mirror. My baby was in danger. The one thing I swore to myself she would never be again and these idiots had me sitting in a car
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"FBI headquarters. No arresting Luca while we're there. Your word, dad," I said, already knowing the idea of walking in there wouldn't sit well with Luca. Yes I threw in the dad bit to throw Jeff off his game, but like I said, I wasn't above anything. "He is off the hook for anything revealed that directly leads to finding Don Angelo and Stacy. Anything else is fair game. I'm the director of the FBI, Scott. That's the best I can do," said Jeff with a shrug. My fuse was so fucking short at this point I had half a mind to throw them both out of the car. I must have done something right though, because my father and Luca finally found some common ground. "Like I want to tell you anything anyway," said Luca dismissively. "Jen Jen, where are you?" "Still in the house. I will stall them as long as I can," she said, completely unfazed by the dons she was currently sharing a house with. Something in me softened for just a second. She was definitely Stacy's sister. Fucking brave to
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Things were tense, with Luca's men waiting right outside Jeff's office. Only the three of us and a small team of Jeff's most trusted agents were allowed in the room. Luca wasn't winning any popularity contests and neither was I. "They shouldn't be in here. This is official FBI business," said Tanya, clearly still pissed that I gave her the slip. It was nice to know the pure hatred directed at Luca trumped her disdain for me though. "Working with a don to take out another don? Respectfully sir—" she said with folded arms. "Wrong map. Wrong city. They're in Chicago," said Luca, cool and self assured. "How could you possibly know that?" Tanya asked, exasperated. "Because of him. It's all about you, Scott," he said, tilting his head towards me. "I don't follow,* I said, irritated with Luca's cryptic words. "All Don Angelo wants, in the whole world, is to have his heir back. The woman who swore allegiance to him at age ten. Until a year ago, until you, she never went
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"Chicago is safer for Don Angelo, since it's his domain, but we have every available agent out looking for him. Why would he risk travelling with a hostage?" Tanya insisted, frustrating Luca. "Make your case, Cattaneo," Jeff insisted. "I guess you don't get it. New York makes her happy. Comforts her. Makes her feel like a good person. New York is where she got off on Scott's dick for the first time. New York is you, Scott. If Don Angelo wants his Stacy back, he won't stay here," said Luca. "He'll take her home, where he fucking tortured her for years. He'll try to fuck with her head. Familiar surroundings. Old words she hasn't heard in a year. He'll try to—" my nostrils flared. Like a bull in a china shop, I couldn't stop seeing red. I wanted to rip his fucking head off. "Hey," Luca snapped, slapping the back of my neck and grabbing a hold of me. Responding to the images in my head of the fucked up shit Don Angelo put Stacy through, I sucker punched Luca. "You get one of th
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That last part was such a her thing to say. Was that really what she thought? It would explain how I apparently caught her off guard. "Please, for the love of God, let me sleep and shower first. There are dark circles under my eyes. And my make up—" What the fuck was she talking about? She was fucking flawless. Perfect in all her imperfections. "Shut up. I won the bet about Kenny and Marlene," I said, laying the phone down on the ground and starting the five minute timer. "So now Scott says shut up. You've said more than enough in the last few hours. Now just listen." She clasped her hands behind her back, swaying back and forth nervously, her eyes dropping to the timer. Words failed me. I had a whole speech and everything. Even if I didn't, I was me. I always knew what to say, except right that second I was tongue tied. "That photo's taunting me," I said, spitting out the thought in my he
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By this point, she had me watching her from behind a lens. Flashes of the thousands of times she had me taking her photo went through my mind. Watching her was my favorite thing to do until she started letting me touch her. I loved every last one of them. Studied the thousands of photos frequently, especially this past week, like some junkie trying to get a fix. The sweet ones where she looked like an angel. The dirty ones where she looked like the perfect whore. The goofy ones that I made sure I was a part of. The everyday ones where she had a pencil in her hair while she read or picked something out at the grocery store. Every last photo I took of her and every memory attached to it flooded my brain. "Fucking stunning every time," I said, trying to calm my raging heart as the sun began to rise, the silhouette of her before it. Slightly trembling fingers took several photos, as the excitement of holding a camera surg
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"Is the world's greatest commitment phobe still proposing today after this shit storm?" Kenny asked me as I watched Stacy sit across from Jeff to read through her immunity deal. "You just get the champagne ready. Be on standby, Ken. Call in sick. You'll get the call soon," I said, sharing an excited smile with him before I opened the door to Jeff's office to sit down next to Stacy. "You can have your lawyer look it over before you sign. Take your time," said Jeff, waiting patiently on her. "She's her own lawyer. She's like two classes away from being one?" I boasted as I watched her brilliant mind go to work while she read. "Three," she corrected me, eyes still darting over the words on the page. "Besides, we trust you. Don't we, Scott?" That's what she said, but she carried on combing the document. In about two minutes, she'd have tons of questions for him. "Yes, we do," I said to my fath
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He pulled out a chair for himself, then one for me, urging me to sit next to him. With a resigned sigh, I sat down two chairs away from Kenny, as close to Stacy as I could. I gave Willow and my mom a pleading look so they would follow suite across the table. Stacy took her seat and folded her hands in front of her. Folding her hands was her tell for when she was nervous. They all looked away uncomfortably. No anger. No malice. Just sadness and fear. It was all I could do to stay seated. Not grab Stacy's hand and storm out. She asked me to let her do this though. All I could do was sit back and watch helplessly. "Marlene, you're right. We should have reached out and talked to you all about what happened. It sucked that she was the only one of you to come by and ask us what happened though. Instead of going off the news and wherever else you got your information from. Still, I'm sorry we didn't reach out either. We were trying to figure things out betwe
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"No, you're not leaving," said Marlene, grabbing Kenny's arms and turning him towards Stacy and I. "Your best friends are getting engaged today. You've been brooding about this whole situation for over a week and I'm sick of it. Deal with your shit, Kenny," said Marlene, her arms folded and chin jutted out. Go Marlene. Marriage looked good on her. She surprised me more and more all the time. "Does everyone know I'm proposing today?" I asked, focusing on the wrong thing entirely. It got my nervous, half asleep girlfriend to smile though. I'd take that. "You weren't exactly trying very hard to hide it," said Stacy, momentarily caught up in my eyes. I wished I could have her look like that for the rest of the day. A light blush tainted her cheeks and her smile was enough to bring armies to their knees. The way she looked at me made me feel like we were the only two people alive. As much as I appreciated wha
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"Soooo… Do you think there's more?" he asked in his most innocent voice. "I'll kill you if you try and find out today," I said, equally as breathless and sweaty as him. It took me a moment to realize I just threatened him without flinching or apologizing. I forced myself to let it go and enjoy the afterglow of the best sex of my life. The heat and sweat coming off our bodies should have been enough to get me off him, but it wasn't. Despite my threat to get off him, his arms wrapped around me gently. "No promises. I love you," he said, completely at ease as he started stroking my hair. "I expect to be told about all future… Locations and phrases." "I love you too. That's no fun. I'm not doing that," I said, out right refusing his request. "Is that right? We'll see," he said cheekily, kissing my temple. "Let me take you to lunch. I want you to enjoy your first day of freedom."
