Demetri Guardini. The Master of Black Hearts Brothel.
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I can assure you I’m still here. I guess I should’ve seen this coming. I left him, and now it’s his turn. I just didn’t think he’d leave because of his business. Considering it’s all he lives for. Like… a week now. It’s not good. But yes, I’m fine, Tasha.The absence of my brother is actually quite unnerving.
Doesn’t anyone have any idea where he is?
Someone said something about a Master who went missing earlier. I wasn’t sure if it was you or Donovan… since I don’t know which escort belongs to which brothel. I got really worried about both of you. It’s good to know that you’re safe. Anyway, how long has Donovan been missing?
The absence of my brother is actually quite unnerving. Doesn’t anyone have any idea where he is?
Mitri… *She continued to pout, her hands releasing his to move slowly up his chest before wrapping around his neck. Her body pressed to his in a sly fashion, her gaze permanently fixed on his.* Just a few hours? That’s all I’m asking for…
C’mon, don’t be like this. You know I’ve got stuff to be doing. -He let out a small laugh, glancing down at her- Besides, what did you have in mind?
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I don’t care. *She pouted once more, her body moving closer to his as she reached for his hands, locking their fingers together and pulling him against her* Why don’t you take a little time off for me, Mitri? Please?
I told you, Evie, I have stuff to do. -Although he protested against taking time off, Demetri stayed where he was, their bodies touching eagerly- No.
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*scowls* Now it is definitely asshole, fuck off, this is not the time to have that talk. Yes, would you think it anything other than slightly better? And those two things will be done quickly and efficiently, except maybe that last one, don’t get me wrong, the finding we should do quick, it’s the part that comes afterwards that should be drawn the fuck out. I have no doubts that he could look after himself but the lack of a note is strange. Joseph? Do I really have to talk to him, I’ve made a point of not doing that after the first time we spoke, there’s less chance of me being found floating face down in some fountain if I just don’t talk to him. But fine, fine, if you think he might know something then I’ll give it a shot. If I go missing too, you’re in charge of draining the nearby water displays for my body. *cocks an eyebrow* Yes, sir, Mr Nancy Drew, seriously, are you secretly a spy or something, Demetri? Or do you perhaps just have a lot of experience with putting your nose in other people’s business? There’s a chance that he passed out, and there’s a very good chance that he’s with some girl, but it’s been a few days since I last saw him, like 3 or 4 days now, no girl outside of here could hold his attention for that long and it would be one hell of a bad night he must have had if he’s been out cold for that long. Good, cheers for that, you certainly sound like you know more about all of this snooping stuff than I do. I do too, helping isn’t something I seem to have much luck with but it’s worth a shot.
Just because it cropped up, I didn’t fucking kidnap her. She came willingly. She wanted to come. No, not really. I still dislike you for your prejudices toward me and how I’m with your sister, but… I guess it’d pay to be civil. What? No… we have to find him. Drawing out my fucking ass. When I get my hands on him, I’ll kill him. You can help too, if you want. Then we can fucking draw it out. Then again, he’s Donovan. Hardly going to be meditating someplace, is he? Yes, you do. It’s either you or me and… frankly, I think if I talk to him, he will kill me. He despises me more than Donny does. But sure, if anything happens, I’ll make sure I find your mutilated body, and then avenge your death. Don’t worry about that, mate. What? No, not quite a spy. But when you spend 2 years desperately trying to search for the man who killed your parents… you pick up a trick or two. Donovan doesn’t even know that I’ve been home since. But yes, both actually. I’m extremely good at getting involved in different peoples’ businesses, too. No… he doesn’t drink that much. Well, actually… he doesn’t drink that much in one go. But he does drink excessively, and… of course, that’s not good for his liver and… if he’s pickled it, he could die. Yep, he’s not with a girl. But he could be with several. One girl one night, another the next… you know what he’s like… and, well… he does drink quite a lot so it’s still possible… we can’t rule it out. What do you mean by that? I’m here to help if you want. So… what does that make us? Accomplices? Friends?
Watch who you’re calling a dickhead, asshole. No it’s not, we’re meant to be getting along, remember? Seems like this is just another thing forcing us to be one slightly better terms than normal, I suppose we’re just going to have to roll with it for the time being. It’s alright, I think we’re both a little on edge, what with everything at the moment. Right, draws, yeah, I’ll, uh, I’ll check when I’m next up there. Hope Don won’t mind me going through his stuff, not that he has much say in the matter right now. *frowns* Nothing especially important jumped out to me as missing, then again I was looking for a whole person, not just one or two things. Maybe it would be best if you came and looked too. I mean, I know Donovan wouldn’t usually be thrilled at that thought but I guess I’m kind of in charge right now and I could really use the help. But if you mention that I said that to anybody, any sort of truce that we might had can be considered null and void.
Asshole now, is it? Still believe I ‘kidnapped’ your sister? Because that screams asshole at me. Slightly better? Well, now we have two things to do. Find my brother, and find the dick who did that to Faye. Donovan knows how to look after himself. But I just don’t understand why he didn’t leave a note or tell anyone. You need to check with Joseph. If anyone will know where he’s gone, it’ll be him. I believe he was the one to kick his ass into gear when mom and dad died… so he’ll be the first one to know if anything happened to him. Check everything and if you find anything that might have some sort of… clue as to where he went… take it. We’ll need everything we can get. Check recent phone calls, who last saw him… etc. Check local pubs and bars and clubs; there’s still a chance that he could’ve just gone for and drink and… well, passed out. Or went home with a girl or something. When was the last time you saw him? Yeah… okay. I’ll… I’ll come. I don’t care if he wants me to or not. If it means finding him, then fine. My lips are sealed, David. Besides. I want to help find my brother.
Yeah, thanks, I realised that, this is the first time since I got here that my best mate has disappeared, it’s not at all like him and I know that. Shit, I was hoping that he might have said something to you… *runs a hand through his hair* Not that I’ve found, I haven’t exactly gone snooping through his loft but from a quick look, no, he hasn’t. Do you- I mean, do you think we should be worried?
I’m trying to help, dickhead. He may be your best friend, but he’s my brother. I think I know him a little better than someone he just picked up along the way. Um… right. Okay. Fighting isn’t going to get us anywhere. Sorry. No, he doesn’t say much to me anymore. Check his office. His desk; empty his draws, look for paper, anything out of the ordinary. Worried? Um… I don’t know. But we can’t just sit here and wait for him. If he’s just done a runner, he’d have taken stuff with him. Money. Business props. Clothes. Toothbrushes. He would’ve emptied his loft and just taken the stuff that means the most to him.
Just between you and me? No, absolutely none at all, he didn’t say anything, didn’t mention anything, he’s just… gone. And I don’t know where and I’ll take it neither do you.
This isn’t like him. He doesn’t just fucking leave. That’s… that’s my job. Not him. No, I don’t know where he’s gone. and he wouldn’t just give up his business like this. Are you sure he didn’t like… leave a note or… or anything?
