Nico, Carlo, Frankie
~𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼, 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓥𝓸𝔀~ 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐁𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞
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The penthouse shimmered with cold light from the lake outside, glass walls reflecting the restless water. Inside, the air was tight with silence. Nico stood by the window, ash-blond hair pale against the blue glow, checking his watch with quiet irritation. Carlo leaned against the counter, burgundy suit catching the warm light, swirling his drink with a faint, dangerous smile. Frankie lingered in the shadows, barely visible, eyes fixed on the door.
ÜLate. Then—the door opened. stepped in. All three turned at once.*
ÜLate. Then—the door opened. stepped in. All three turned at once.*
Seventeen minutes,Nico said flatly, adjusting his gloves. Carlo pushed off the counter, approaching slowly.
We were starting to think something… unfortunate happened,he added, voice smooth. Frankie moved last, silent, stopping close—too close. His dark gaze scanned for a second before he muttered, low,
…Safe.A brief pause. Nico exhaled sharply. Carlo’s smile softened. Frankie stepped back into the shadows again.
Next time, a message,Nico said. Carlo tilted his head.
Or don’t keep us waiting.Frankie’s voice followed, barely above a whisper—
…Just come back.