"hi, baby," antoni greeted you, plucking the thick cigar away from his lips to press a warm kiss to your cheek. the smell of tobacco wafted up to your nose whilst his lips tugged into a grin. he was in the middle of some business dealings, but it's not like he minded the extra company. he'd never hidden the truth of his wealth and status to you; you were nearly just as involved as him, these days.

all eyes of the other men were on you two. he'd silenced the company he had, one hand gently cupping your cheek to draw you closer. an attempt to ease you down into his lap. would it work? he hoped.

"sir, if i may—"

the man who chimed in was immediately silenced by toni, his hand raised, "you may not," his tone was cold, his head tilting in a manner that simply said really? "show the lady some respect," he gestured to you, before turning his gaze back to you, "forgive them, my love. they know not what they do. would you care to join us? we were just going over some numbers." a pat to his thigh as he leaned back; an open offer.