Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Apr 30, 2010 20:08:54 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOS
VALK STREETS, GIOVANNI LOFT, SEPTEMBER 2007
-----so it seemed that no matter how much fun she was having in a situation, luca was determined to end it all. alright so she went overboard, she could admit it. but this was all a game and she had to play it for all it was worth if it meant that she would be coming out the winner in all of this. what luca didn't seem to realize was that he was stuck smack dab in the middle of a father-daughter showdown. this wasn't about aligning the organizations! this wasn't about strengthening a giovanni-corinthos bond. this was all a power play by juan, and he was covering his ass well for the first time, or at least from what maggie could see. what fausto saw as a bright and shining opportunity was nothing but a side perk to juan. he wanted his daughter out. he wanted a reason to shun her from the business and a reason to put a bullet between her eyes. juan corinthos was looking for the reason to kill his daughter, and yet no one seemed to see it but maggie. truth be told she had way too much on her fucking plate. what with her father being in town, aligning with the gios, getting slapped in the face with a sudden engagement, and finding out the castillos were still alive and kicking, in valkyrie no less. it was more than she'd ever had to handle and truth be told she was still adjusting. it was like every day something new was thrown at her. honestly she just wanted to go back to being a drug dealer around valkyrie. that was the easy stuff. that was the job she could do with her eyes closed. maggie could go into a club with a supply and walk out with pockets full of cash and no one would be the wiser, but throwing all this at her was starting to make her head spin.
-----so she let herself get carried away, by the look on luca's face forgiveness was far from happening. it really did just kill her happy buzz. rolling her eyes slightly as his back was turned, maggie flopped her hands into her lap, laying them limp as she watched him pace the floor. "god you know you would play the perfect moral vampire. you've got this brooding thing down to an art." funny how that couldn't be translated in his acting. maggie griped to herself as she watched luca turn around, her knives in hand. for a moment there her heart rate quickened, why...well for a moment there it was a second of worry. luca was easily pushed over the edge and really not as stoic as he liked to let people believed. seriously maggie could push his buttons and send him over the top probably quicker than anyone else on the planet. congrats to me. the other was a bit of anticipation. maggie would be lying if she'd said that fighting with him didn't get her blood pumping. it was a rush to finally get her hands dirty. to finally rub a little dirt into her wounds, to finally get a bruise or two, etc. it was nice not to be treated like something fragile, as she'd been treated by the many bodyguards back in tijuana. not to mention knives were a bit of a weakness for her. if luca started using them, well there went her hate...or was it lust? there was always a fine line for her and in that moment of sheer insanity she felt a mixture of fear and/or lust. maggie was definitely teetering on the edge of that fine line, she just wasn't sure where she would rather fall. if the options were in a fight or in his bed...damn she couldn't believe she was actually considering that. even for the briefest of seconds.
-----his word were more hurt than a lashing. it was hard to take him seriously. well it was hard to take him seriously anyways but now especially since he sounded more like a puppy that had been kicked as opposed to the ruthless killer he was supposed to be. "hey don't start on fausto and juan. i got the call from j.r. why the hell else would they be in the shaks?" maggie found herself defending her decisions, which she really shouldn't have had to do in the first place, but did anyways. high school game? maggie raised her hand with the slight hint of a smirk on her face. "hello? yeah remember who you're talking to tuts." she watched him pace more untils he got sick of it and blurted out, "just fucking sit down okay? you're making me dizzy." she narrowed her eyes at him and his mocking tone. did he not understand that she was doing all of this to save both of their asses? apparently not since he was content to go one talking.
-----"luca," maggie said in a quieter tone, all traces of sarcasm and attitude gone and in the place of that was actual sincerity, "please sit." she watched him and waited until his butt finally hit the couch cushion before she took a deep breath and spoke again. "i'm sorry." yes that dreaded word had left her lips, the word she absolutely hated saying but would say for him no less. "i am. i got carried away and i should have had more control. i'm. s-sorry." she shook her head at her slight stutter and heaved a sigh, looking down at the hands laid in her lap. "you know i envy you." maggie said with a chuckle, happy to keep staring at her hands as opposed to the likely shocked face that luca would be wearing. "you're in the business like i would like to be. you get treated with respect and people actually look up to you when they need you. i admire that..." she paused for just a second, running her fingers through her hair as she finally looked up at him. "i've been in this business for five years and have gone no where but down. i do envy you. it's like you sneeze the right way and you get a pat on the back." frustrated with where all of this was going, maggie pushed off the couch and this time it was her turn to pace. her movements were a lot less clumsy and much more feline, but yes, she quietly paced the floor of luca's loft, barefoot.
-----"i would have given anything for my father to have looked at me once, the way fausto looks at you on a daily basis. he's hated me from birth because i was the first child born of a woman that wasn't his first wife. like that was my fault. he hates me because i'm "american" in his eyes and untrustworthy when i've dedicated everything to bettering his business, and let's not forget the whole 'being a woman' part." she stopped pacing to face him, walking back over to the couch and locking eyes with him before she started again. "i've been running the business since i was thirteen. i know it sounds out there but it's really no exaggeration. i've been running the business since i became thirteen and became smarter than him and he haates that." she chuckled, a hint of nervousness finding it's way into her voice. "this...all of this. it's just a way to get me out. i know, i know, i've said this before but it's true. my father hates me for having run 'his business' better than he has. he hates getting the credit and the admiration from other associates when he doesn't even know how i did it in the first place. that's why he's doing this whole marriage thing. he wants to push me to a breaking point so that he can get what he needs and kill me."
-----all of a sudden maggie couldn't sit still anymore. she popped back up and resumed pacing. "i wish i were exaggerating, but i know it's true. why else would i go to such lengths to turn this game around on him? why else would i ask you to act like you could do more than just stand me? this is all survival for me. you, once this whole thing is over you can go back to being the gios golden boy. you can go back to your real life. if this goes south i'm looking at a bullet in my chest. i know this doesn't mean shit to you, as obvious by the way you couldn't keep up the act even with someone you hadn't expected in the room...but i need you to make this look real." she turned to luca, once again running her fingers through her damp hair, something she did when she got nervous. "i'm not as immature as i let you think i am." she said with a half-hearted chuckle, tossing back her hair once again. "i'm really not. i'm just as immature as my father wants me to be. i have to play by his rules or i die by his gun. is any of this ringing a bell with you?" she walked back over to the couch and sat down, true sincerity in her eyes.
-----"this sucks. all of this sucks. i know that, you know that. okay, we're all on the same page. but i need you to follow through with this plan. it sounds stupid, immature, and like i pulled it out of a stupid romance novel but i promise you it's going to work. luca i need you to trust that i know my father like the back of my hand, better than he's ever known me. i've studied him all of my life and i know what he's going to do. this whole thing, this shower thing, would have worked had it been him. i'm sorry that it wasn't, really i am, and i know i'm asking a lot but i need a little faith here. i need you to act like you love me, no matter how much it pains you, and i need you to make it real regardless of who it is that walks through that door. because i promise you when they think it's real, it'll all be over. after that you can go beg london's forgiveness or whatever it is you want to do. but until then i'm begging you to go through with this and make it real. because that back there, that wasn't real. that was a practice run and thank god we got one because had that been juan and fausto they would have known we were lying through our teeth." she looked up at him, really looked up at him, before she said her last piece. "this is the last thing you want, i get that, but i need you to try. if we fail you go back to your life and you go back to being in fausto's good graces...i don't get that chance. if we fail...i die. so please, i'm asking you, really asking you...i need your help."--------------------------------------------------------status • finished
words • 2247
tagged • laggie !
clothes • click !
listening to • unbreakable - fireflight.
notes • SORRY THIS WAS WICKED RAMBLY. i honestly didn't mean for it to go on for so long but then figured it sounded nervous enough to really sound true so i figured it'd be good. hope it's okay.
