Roleplay Group : The Death Club
A New Cold War
Tito
Writer : CharlotteCarrendar
The coffee house had returned to a relative calm, with Kraus taken away by the paramedics, and Alexandros with Demetrios, trying to put on a brave front, in what had been terrible revelations of just who was responsible for bringing the Russians back into their lives. Sadly, there would be no winners this eve. Inga had gone home, in the care of Sven and Dai, while Kraus would have no one to care for him, except for the hospital staff that he would ultimately being paying for; threefold. When the paramedics loaded Kraus upon the gurney, Dixie watched on silently out of the corner of her eyes; a slight tremor to her chin, but she dare not say a word. Demetrios asked her to come to him, and as she was his, she did as asked, seating herself on his lap, and being a comfort to him. Dixie toyed with his piercings, and nuzzled him, to show affection. In the back of her mind however, she could not let go of what she had witnessed. The perfect couple in her mind, had just broken up, and all because he held on too tight to her. His fear of losing her, after the attack last year, and his increased presence in her life, showed signs of obsession, that she could not have imagined would go as far as to hire an assassin to watch over her. But that woman had used him, and was clever enough to get close to everyone in the Death club employ, including herself. Closing her eyes, she could see Mrs Flintstone, at the Cafe Louvre’; how she touched her hand, how she offered advice on love, and comforted her in her darkest days. Dixie felt a cold trickle down her spine, like death’s gnarled fingers were teasing her back. She opened her eyes, only to see the door to the coffee shop close, and the quiet of the coffee shop then was filled with voices and the music was switched back on, by the manager, hoping to get his customers into a better mood.
Snapping back to reality, Dixie focused on the exchanges between a playful Alex and her Demetrios, while Maggie and Nikolas seemed to be content in each other’s arms. Dixie intertwined her fingers with Demetrios’s and stole kisses, nuzzling his cheek, and relaxing him from what had been a stressful time just earlier. When Demetrios stared into her eyes, she showed back a face that was of love for him. She simply could not judge him for how he reacted to the news that Kraus was responsible for so much death and destruction. Taking his hand, she placed it upon her slight belly, to remind him, that they had the start of a new life, growing within her. Proof that love creates new life, and one day, they would hold the child in their arms. But like all good things, they must come to an end, as Dem and Alex’s phones rang more or less at the same time. Dixie swallowed, and looked to the ceiling, hoping, praying it was not a message that meant Dem had to leave her.
“You got what I got?”, Demetrios asked and pointed his phone to Alexandros, showing an image on Google Maps that was sent by Dietrich. “Yeah, same here.”, Alexandros said and showed his own phone’s screen. Dixie pursed her lips, internally cursing, then watched as Alexandros was the first to stand and head to the door of the coffee shop, without paying. He shrugged and joked about how Dem was going to pay for it all anyways, and said he had to go to his place first, before they went on their “mission”. “Asshole, I will get you soon.”, Demetrios said while laughing softly and putting his phone back in his pocket. Demetrios offered Dixie a bright wide smile, assuring all would be okay, and that he wished her to stay with Maggie and Nikolas, as he had business to take care of. “Babygirl, stay here with Maggie and Nikolas, I will have to do something first and I will be back at home at night. Do not worry, we will have pizza for dinner.”, Another kiss on the lips and he sat her down on the couch carefully, before heading to the counter, to pay for everyone’s drinks. Maggie and Nikolas watched on silently, but Maggie kept her eyes on Dixie, when Demetrios walked past and winked, mouthing the words, “My Angel”. Once he was gone from the coffee shop, Dixie sat forward and held her head in her hands. Maggie leant over, gently rubbing her back, with Nikolas frowning. “What on earth are those two up to now?” He asked, talking a look out the window of the coffee shop, to see Dem get into a taxi, and having it pull away. The manager came past with a mop and bucket, to clean up the blooded mess near the front entrance, shaking his head at what had occurred. Dixie had lost her appetite, turning her head towards Nikolas, saying. “This is far from over, I think this is just the beginning.” Maggie leant back against Nikolas sighing. “How many more lives are to be destroyed….that is what I want to know? Poor Inga, she loved Kraus so much, and to see her like that. That gal…I hate to be in her shoes. *her brow creasing, she asked Dixie*…You think she will forgive the fook? After everything they were through. He stood by her side, the whole way. Would she abandon him now?”- This was actually a very good question. How do you get in someone’s mind, who had just had the blame of responsibility for the deaths of eight people thrust upon her, by someone she loved? Dixie scratched her right cheek, and uttered; “I don’t know. She has a temper, I can tell you that. *sighs* Least Sven and that…Japanese guy, Dai, I think…are looking after her for now.” The other couple nodded, and both looked unhappy at the situation. They would all have to wait to hear from Inga, and see how she was.
Dixie rose to standing, and took out her cell. There were no messages, and she slipped it back into her pocket. “You going, Skip?” Nikolas asked, getting ready to stand up. Dixie nodded, and said “I want to go home and wait for Dem. Thanks for sitting with me. I will let you know if I hear from Inga, though I don’t think she is going to be her chatty self somehow.” Maggie and Nikolas both stood, giving Dixie a hug from each, and walked her to the door, where they all put on their coats. It had been quite a night so far, and one that Dixie, wanted to forget. The bell chimed as she opened the door, the rain now falling harder, and she made her way out to hail a taxi in the rain. Maggie and Nikolas decided to walk, popping up umbrellas, and heading off down the street together, hand in hand.
Getting into the cab, Dixie is getting that feeling again, the worry and the angst. How she hated this feeling. It was physically draining, and though she tried to put the worries out of her mind, she simply couldn’t. Alone again, travelling back to the garage, where she would have to wait for Demetrios to come home. He promises to come home, but what if his luck runs out? These people that have caused them so much heartache, pain and loss, mean business. Thankfully, it was not a long ride home, and the cab pulled up outside of Dem’s Tattoo shop, which surprisingly, was still open. Getting out of the cab, she paid the fair, and made it up under the awning, only coming to notice, that a tall man was standing in the doorway. Since Dem was fortunate to have on staff, the wily Italian tattoo artist, Tito Caputo. A legend in Prague for his intricate work, and showmanship with the clients, he was often seen standing in the doorway of the Tattoo shop, smoking and admiring the beautiful women that go on past. This night was no different, only tonight, he was standing wearing just his long cargo pants, and no shirt, showing off his intricate tattoos, and leaving little to the imagination. Course, he caught sight of Dixie, as she alighted from the cab, and made a low wolf whistle, showing off a half sneer, half smile as he did for all the ladies.
“Hey…you showing off a bit of the…err….it’s wet t’shirt night. BEAUUUTIFUL NIGHT! I love the smell of the rain. Eh…everything new again. Like my Momma…she told me, that when the heaven’s weep their tears, they wash all the bad away. You can smell it. So…you want a tattoo? I am free, I am TITO!”- he said with flourish, and a wink. Inside, Rosie the cleaning lady was polishing the floors and sounding off in Czech, that had Tito go off at her. “HEY..Rosie…getta going, eh…You scare my customers. Look!..This girl already scared of you uglies.” Rosie flipped him the bird, and swore at him in Czech, as she grabbed her handbag and marched out the back entrance. Chuckling, Tito said to Dixie. “Woman…can’t stop checking out Tits!..Ha…I am Tito…what I do for you today? Nice…er..butterfly above your ass crack? No? How about a tiger…right above your panty lines…I do good work…I am Tito!”- Yes, he was a showman alright. Dixie shook her head at him and then said. “Tito…I am your boss’s girlfriend…Dixie?” When she made this statement, Tito froze, and his cigarette hung from his bottom lip. “You the Dixie?! Mamma mia…I had no idea. Oooo soo soo sorry. I had no idea. Errr Shit…please, no tell the Dem that I say that…He kill me, and..I like this life too mucha.” Tito offered with his hand, to have Dixie come inside the Tattoo shop, which to be honest she had not spent a lot of time in. He ran over and grabbed a towel from under one of the cupboards and brought it over, handing it to Dixie. “You isa…very wet. I mean..you know…ah shit…I am notta coming on to you…You are beautiful …I tell you that now. Dem…he lucky man..yes…he very lucky man.” Dixie started to pat herself down with the towel, while Tito smacked his forehead, for acting like a lovesick goat. He did find her attractive…very attractive. Her dark colouring, and her beautiful tattoos. He found himself biting his bottom lip, as he watched her. Trying to think of a way to make conversation, that didn’t sound like verbal diahorrea, he offered to make her a cup of coffee, and Dixie felt obliged to take it, since he was trying so hard, and she was starting to feel the cold. “Where is the Dem…eh? I not seen him and he let a beautiful Dix go home in the rain? Why, you my woman, I carry you inside….and make hot sex…I mean…oh gods…what is wrong with the Tito…I go…err..make the Coffee..and you sit..and…I be back.” Tito went out the back and you could hear him swearing to himself in Italian, while Dixie found this comic relief to be funny. Dem would kill him on the spot for acting this way, but Dixie thought it was typical of Italian men. She did know a few, growing up in Melbourne. He came out soon after and handed her a nice hot cup of coffee, and then pulled up a chair, straddling it and resting his arms on it, while lowering his chin down to view her at eye level.
“Dem been hiding you away….no? Now you meet Tito…I be your new friend!” He meant it sincerely, but there was something in his eyes, that he wanted to be more than just friends. <3>
