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lorenzo’s luck.
pairings. mobster!slytherin boys x fem!reader
about. in which it’s been a rough couple of weeks and lorenzo is facing the heat of it all.
warnings. swearing, a beating,
ricky rocks. okay, new idea sense i’ve been watching the sopranos lately and writing generic slytherin boys is getting boring for me rn… also i’ve been seeing some stuff abt lorenzo on tiktok and even something on here and i think i characterized him totally wrong? but also not because i read the book (but not really) he originally came from and he didn’t seem as sweet and innocent as people play him as. idk, i’ll stick to what i have now but lmk what y’all think ig
everything and everyone was on edge.
for the past two weeks the feds had been down your neck, jeopardizing your whole lifestyle and way of work.
everyone was in a pissy mood because of it—because when the feds were on your ass, that meant having to be careful, and your job was hard thing to be careful about when every move you made was highly incriminating. so when being careful, you barely got to work, and no work meant no profit.
it was hard to specify exactly what you did.
you were a mobster.
there it is, in the simplest form.
there was a lot of pressure in being one, especially when law enforcement was there to make things ten times harder.
and it wasn’t only affecting you, but entirety of your group;
“you’re a fuckin’ idiot, lorenzo, you realize that? take a fuckin’ look at yourself in the mirror and stare at something that isn’t just your face and realize you’re a fool,” mattheo’s voice erupts so suddenly through the air, startling all of you. “get your shit together.”
it was already starting. you, theodore, blaise, lorenzo, and mattheo had just barely taken a step into one of the many backrooms of the businesses mattheo’s father owned when the composure came fumbling down.
lorenzo had just barely sat his ass in one of the leather seats when the attention was pinned to him, “jesus, what’s up you’re ass m?” he laughs, but you can tell it’s a nervous one. “jesus.”
you glance to theodore who winces at the response like it was his own. that was the worst possible thing to say, especially to mattheo, especially right now where his anger and frustration was at an all time high.
you can see that anger pulse through his skin in a spike as he finally seems to processes lorenzo’s antagonizing words.
oh boy.
“fuckin’ saved your ass, enzo. you know what my fathers saying? that you’re a loose fucking cannon and i need to let you go,” he has his hand raised, shaking it in his face. “and you know what? we don’t let people go. there’s no such thing as letting someone go in our business. that’s a rare ever occurrence.”
letting someone go is disposing them. taking them out to the back and putting them down like a dog.
“get your head on straight and don’t you forget that you wouldn’t be here without me, because you’d be dead.”
“you act like you’re so fucking clear minded,” he huffs, leaning his head against the palm of hand.
that was enough.
mattheo swings himself around, throwing his fist into the face of enzo as hard as he can. you flinch at the sound of enzo’s nose cracking beneath the contact of mattheo's knuckles. you feel yourself tense up at the noise not letting up, but rather playing over and over, filling the room with ugly sounds of punches fill the room.
“mattheo-“
your call out is cut off as theodore takes your shoulder, pulling you back, “don’t.”
“he’s going to kill him.”
“he won’t,” he pulls you even closer and further away from the violent scene unfolding before you all, tightening his grip. “lorenzo’s too viable.”
he was right. even as enzo was a loose canon, he brought in a lot of profit and kept his end clean… for the most part.
lo was too salient for mattheo to kill, but his loud mouth was enough to tip mattheo over the edge.
it was a perfect way for him to blow off steam; beating in the face of his friend.
***
“don’t you look like a dime.”
it’s been a week since mattheo went on his little rampage, and you were now just seeing lorenzo in his healing state.
you’re smiling up at him, pinching his cheek as he rolls his eyes to your attention, “yeah, yeah, get off my back.”
he looked far from a dime; his nose was broken causing both his eyes to sport dark rings of bruising around them while the lining of his jaw was turning a dark purple and yellow.
“you and mattheo civil now?”
“define your idea of civil.”
“well, you’re not dead, so I assume you two are as civil as civil gets in mattheo’s terms.”
he scoffs, “yeah, well, let’s hope mattheo and his father are on the same page and I don’t end up dead in the next week.”
over a month ago, some of lorenzo’s boys hijacked a truck everyone was told specifically not to mess with despite the fair amount of profit that could come from it. and unfortunately, they dug themselves an already deep hole, deeper by obtaining the truck through a casualty.
lorenzo had received the blame, despite it having nothing to do with him other than the men being under his supervision and responsibility. he had to pay for it, and he did…
“you’re on the higher end of things, he won’t kill you.”
“that’d be the exact reason for him to kill me,” lorenzo corrects you. “I’m on the higher end for a reason, i can’t fuck up.”
you press your lips into a thin line at the thought of his words. mattheo’s beating must’ve really enlightened lorenzo because there was rarely ever a moment you caught him in such a grave mood where he was so in touch with reality.
his attitude on life was light and so unserious; you were unsure on how mattheo even recruited him when that was the exact opposite that this job sought out for. but then again, the boy recruited all of you.
“then don’t fuck up,” he laughs lightly, but it’s caught in the back of his throat. “again.”
“great advice, y/l/n,” he glances at you, “really got that one on the nose.”
“don’t be a douche,” you slap him lightly. “I don’t know what you want me to say, lo. you’re alive, you’ll stay that way too as long as you don’t press your luck.”
“hard to press my luck when I don’t have any in the first place.”
you gaze at the side of his face, attempting to gage the general emotion or even thought process going through his head, but there was nothing. not even his usual perma-smile could be found.
***
“someone approached me awhile ago-“
“who?”
“doesn’t matter who—a clients girlfriend,” lorenzo is anxious, pacing back and forth before all of you in the backyard of mattheo’s home. “i was offered a deal.”
you wince immediately.
lorenzo had collected the whole lot of you; everyone except mattheo. you all sat on his back deck, fixating between the full beautiful greenery backyard of the riddle home and lorenzo, who hadn't spoken till now.
a deal.
he should’ve stopped there.
“a deal?” blaise arched a brow, now leaning on his forearms that rest on his knees. “what kind of deal?”
you all knew exactly what type of deal it was.
enzo’s eyes don’t reach any yours, but he’s stopped pacing, wondering whether he should really speak it now.
don’t say it.
“immunity,” he says it flat out, bringing truth to all of your thoughts. but he doesn’t seem ashamed to this with the way he looks at each and every one of you in the eye finally. “she said once we all get impounded, there’s a way out for me.”
once. not if.
“i tell them everything. i rat every single one of you out and i’m given immunity.”
you all look up at him like he’s crazy. and he is; to be speaking like this to a bunch of mobsters—threatening the entirety of their life and business is crazy.
“we get thirty years plus. there’s no doubt. they get us and we’re already laid in our graves before trial because what we’ve done is absurd-“
“are you saying you’re a rat, berkshire?”
“no,” he shakes his head fast. “no, not at all.”
“that’s not what i’m hearing,” draco shakes his head. “i’m hearing you’re getting nervous with all this recent snooping of the feds and you’re fuckin’ rat.”
“fuck off, malfoy. i’m just telling you what i was told. i’m not a goddamn rat. i’d have to be mental to give up all we’ve done-“ his hand finds his forehead and he’s pacing again. “fuck if i even remember half of it.”
you’re all back to silence, thinking about this. rat or not, this did not look good for him.
your eyes suddenly settle on the light and distant bruising under enzo’s eyes; finally healing. you think about mattheo beating in his face over and over, and then you think about what he’d do if he ever found out about lorenzo’s offer.
“they have a lot of shit on mattheo.”
you all look back up to lorenzo now, a certain interest now crossing each of you again.
“what type of shit exactly?”
“type of shit you don’t get parole with… or out of jail for that matter,” he looks even more stressed than before. “she said the rest of you could have chances of a life after serving. not him.”
this wasn’t a surprise. mattheo always had a quality that none of you did when it came to getting things done; something sociopathic. he always took risk without question of consequence. he moved in silence, he didn’t hesitate, didn’t think, he always got things done faster than all of you combined.
so if mattheo did something beyond all of your usual tasks, you wouldn’t be surprised.
“i mean that makes sense, matty’s been at this longer than the rest of us,” you reasoned it out, only to be stopped immediately.
“no, you don’t understand,” enzo shook his head.
“what exactly are we not understanding here, enzo? you seem to know something, so why don’t you just spit it out,” theodore sits up, speaking for once. there’s obvious annoyance and distaste in his mouth as he stares at the boy before you with a narrowed look.
lorenzo pauses, looking back at him with the same look. you can tell there’s a thought process behind his eyes, and his anxiousness is slowly melting away.
“you know, where do you guys think this is all going? genuinely. you think we’re going to spend the next couple of months running clubs, collecting money, and beating up the occasional person that’s late on their payments for fun?” lorenzo has turned sour, looking at each of you almost as if he hates you all for your ignorance. “this is for life, and we’re only at the beginning point.”
Fill em with some forty-motherfucking-fives and make em dance!