18 Karat (50’s Mob AU) | Closed w/ brentwalker
aqua-canalis:
She tilted her head so she could look at him properly, her lower lip being stuck out in a pout. She loved this life, she really did. There was nothing better than the thrill of getting pulled over by the cops, only to be let go after a few minutes. “Honeybee..” She sighed, moving to sit in his lap, her legs draped over the arm of his chair. “I got a real serious question for ya.”
Piper paused for a moment, biting a bright, ruby red lip. “Where’s the next run to? Cause if we go back int’ Seattle, I was thinkin’ that we could maybe make a few stops.. Back to that little diner we always went to.. Maybe to our old high school..?”
“Got a movement of barbs bein’ dropped off in a couple hours.” He said, “I could tell them that I got it taken care of if you really wanna go.” Brent wasn’t a fan of the old neighborhood they both went to school in but his little sister was still in the area and it had been way too long since he’s visited the place.
“You sure you wanna go?” The older one asked as he got up from his seat and walked around his desk so he was in front of Piper. “Just say the word and I’ll get somebody to start up the car.” Kissing her nose, he watched her smile and nod in response, besides it would be fun as hell to go back to the little drives they used to have normally ending with sleeping with each other in the back seat of his Caddy.
18 Karat (50’s Mob AU) | Closed w/ brentwalker
aqua-canalis:
It had taken years to get to that point.
After months upon months of receiving small baggies of cocaine and heroin, which were sold quickly for a good price, they were finally at the top of the food chain.
All Piper could recall was waking up one morning to Brent, pacing around the small apartment they shared. The teen had gotten up and walked over to him, trying to figure out what was going on. All she caught from his babbling, however, were three words. “We’re fuckin’ rich.”
It took another week to become accustomed to the money. They had moved into one of the richer parts of Washington, not far from Seattle. The house they had bought was gorgeous, complete with a hot tub and all. Their old, worn jeans and t-shirts were traded in for clean ones, as well as the occasional dress and suit.
After about a month of so of living like this, Piper peeked into Brent’s office. Who would’ve figured that he’d be doing paperwork? Biting her lip, she walked in and sat lightly on his desk, kneading her hands lightly. “..Brent?” She murmured, glancing over at him.
One thing that had to be said was getting used to this type of life was probably one of the most easiest and most difficult things he’s ever had to do. The responsibility that now weighed down on him was immense, it was different from the drug running part that he did, travelling back and forth in the car he was given over state lines. Having Piper in the passenger’s seat kept the cops from pulling them over to check the trunk for contraband, the type of innocence she had could overpower anything. She’d make the devil look like he’d earned his wings back and by golly, she was just too beautiful for anybody to question her intentions as well.
He looked up at her quickly before returning back to his work, “Baby, I’m working. Can’t concentrate with a face like your’s in the room.” Pausing for a moment and looking down at the papers he sighed and put the fountain pen in it’s holder, “See what you made me do?” Brent went to go hold Piper’s hand and looked up at her, “What is it babe?”
