✦ clocktower

@◆ ⦙ january []TW- mild referenced attempt at suicide joke

He was ed. So ed. And not in the way he liked to be ed.

This was the kind of ed up that gets you in major trouble. Typically, it'd be with the law; however, in Luca's case, he had the grand opportunity to take this particular blunder to the ing Italian mafia. Which was not something he intended to do for as long as he could.

And this is why you would find Luca, tail tucked between his legs, running after the piece of who had stolen all of his goddamn product through the streets of Verona- except this douche seemed to be outwitting him at every turn- in a desperate attempt to get it back.

But Luca knew he'd lost when they turned the street into a piazza underneath the Torre dei Lamberti, and he couldn't find the tattooed man in the crowd. Luca slowed to a stop, dragging his hands through his hair, panting as he spun in circles, trying to find the guy- or anyone he could ask to help him find the guy.

Except...

Was that-

Luca was almost positive that's who he thought it was.

"Hey! Hey, hey, you!"

Please look, please look, please lo- yes! He looked! Luca's relief was plain as day as he rushes over to the other man(whose name still escapes him), grabbing him by his collar. Grabbing a stranger by his neck? Probably not the brightest idea Luca has ever had- but if you were to ask him that question now, he'd probably say he'd never had a good idea in his life.

"I need your help-"

"I'm Dominic's new guy," Luca hisses, lowering his voice to barely audible in the din of the street, but he knows that the other man can hear him. Luca's lips are moving before he can even think, to pause and make sure that he's speaking to who he believes Blondie to be because if he isn't... Luca's going to be in even deeper than he already is. He might just climb the clock tower now and jump off.

He's too young to die. He's also way too hot to go to jail- he knows what men in prisons like to do to guys who look like him. To quote his favourite movie, 'It rhymes with grape.'

Luca glances around the street, gnawing nervously at his lower lip as he shoves the man into a dark corner for privacy, "You, I know you- I've seen you with him, so you're with the Family, right? Right?" He questions, foot tapping against the ground. He can't stop fidgeting, his eyes flitting all over the place as he swallows the sickening dread in his gut. "You fix things(he jabs a finger at Blondie's chest); that's what I've been told, and I need something fixed! Please!"

"I'll do whatever you want, I'll owe you big time, whatever you want, whatever you need, I'll do it if you can help me." Luca's rambling, words strung together into an almost nonsensical verbal vomit- and when he recalls the incident later, he's pretty sure there was Korean slipped in there- "Some jacked my entire supply of Coca and ran off with it."

"Please, Dominic will kill me if I up on the first job-"