Fear.

Mon, 12 Sep 2005 21:14:57 GMT

WHO: Poor Nico. :(
WHERE: Beach house.
WHEN: After..

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Nico said he would be right back. Or back soon? Fuck he can't remember either or but Nico should be home back now. It's been hours and still no sign of him. He's not answering his cell and Joey was beyond worried. Nico just had to go out and run and errand. Right. Which wasn't like a normal errand, it wasn't shopping or running to the bank. Joey new damn well what he was up to.

And he should have fucking went with him.

Joey had tried calling the beach house but no one picked up, maybe he was just in the shower? Or not there yet? But why would he go there and not come home? Maybe Nico was avoiding him and Joey cringes. Jesus.

Already he found himself on the road, hurdling toward the house, something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones, his soul. Nico was dead. A hit went wrong. Drug bust. Contract out on Nico. Anything was possible and every horrible scenario was being played out in Joey's mind with gruesome detail.

Finally making it to the house he screetches to a halt, stepping out of the car he had quite a few eyes trained on him. Holy fuck. This place had more guards on it then Fort Fucking Knox. Joey had noticed a few who knew him and he went up to one in a panic. The heavyset man clicked a walkie-talkie on and had gotten permission to allow him through. No one would tell him what happened and everytime he asked each guard went deathly pale.

Joey could barely breathe as he climbs up the stairs, the guards can barely keep up and he was crying out for Nico.

Just be safe. Just be safe.

Making it to the bedroom he throws open the door, panting and he couldn't believe what he saw. "What..what happened.." He rasps out but before he could say anything else he slides over to the bed, wrapping his arms around Nico as best he can, enveloping him.

Sun, 24 Jul 2005 04:01:59 GMT

Joey was sitting at Nico's, alone. He hadn't seen him for a few days, or it seemed longer. Joey lost count. He flew back to New York for a little while, his father chose a new Head. It was supposed to be Joey himself but they instead, allowed Carmine to do it. Which was fine with Joey, he was happy here. Although his father was pissed off, Joey didn't give a fuck. Joey missed Nico, with every breathing fiber of his being.

The entire time he was home, he thought of nothing else but Nico. Which was also frustrating and a little scary. What if Nico didn't even feel the same way? Jesus. There were two tickets on the lavish coffee table, which Joey had his barefeet up on. Tickets to the Alps, a prime skiing location. A nice cabin in the woods, with every necessity of course. Just the two of them.

Taking his feet off the coffee table he gazes down at the tickets and sighs. Joey wasn't blind, or deaf, he had heard about what was going down around here. The CSIs getting kidnapped he already knew about. But he didn't know what Nico was up to, what the fuck was going on and that frustrated him. Sure, he might threaten to leave Crow, but he couldn't ever actually do it.

There was a cold nose pressing into his arm and he chuckles, leaning back against the couch. An arm arching up, slipping around the scruff of the puppies neck. Joey saw her, the dogo, and he just had to pick her up. She was pure bred, gorgeous, and looked just like the one that Joey saw with Nico in the millions of pictures with the two together. The one Nico adored. And lost. He figured Nico already had some replacements and if he didn't want her, Joey would keep her.

He chuckles, standing up, only wearing a pair of longish tan cargo shorts, chest exposed, he was nicely tanned, finally. And he reaches down, grasping the large puppy under it's front paws, hauling it up as it yips and yaps happily. "I miss him." Joey whispers out to her.

Wed, 01 Jun 2005 04:29:14 GMT

WHO: Danny.
WHERE: Joey's hotel room.
WHEN: Night after Danny/Joey hotel. Night of carnivale time with Nico.

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Joey couldn't wait for Danny, he wanted to go out and get the scumbag himself. After what happened with Nico earlier this afternoon he was pumped, pent up. After making a few calls in with his point guards he finally found the guy. Anderson, Vinnie. And sure enough he was over another woman when Joey broke the lock, silently hidden in the shadows of the filthy hotel room. Vinnie was all over her, and she wasn't enjoying herself. He was cutting flesh, she was bound. It wasn't fair, not even close to fair. But Joey would make it even. Vinnie was a big guy, Italian punk, about Joey's age and once Joey yanked him off of her there was a heated brawl for a few moments. Joey won out because he had the element of surprise but it was close and Joey caught a mean right hook to the jaw. Lip was split. But he started sucking on it, not laeving anything behind, hands covered in gloves he was careful, very careful.

Flicking open his pocket knife he cut the terrifed woman free and without another look or a thank you she bolted out of the room. Which was fine with Joey.

Dragging the mass of dead weight out to his car in the alley he manages to speed back to the hotel and drag his ass to the service elevator.

Finally getting him upstairs Joey binds him to a single chair in the middle of the living room which has been cleared out. Gagged and tied, plastic covers the entire area and Joey was just snapping on some rubber gloves as he dialed Danny's number.

Danny, change of plans. Meet me back at the hotel. I already grabbed him.

By this point, after he hung up, leaving Dan the message Vinnie was just waking up and Joey smiled. Getting to work. A few moments later the gurgling, choked sobs were coming from him, through the gag and Joey, couldn't be happier. Using his very favorite knife, just slashing, making poor Vinnie look as if he were mauled.

Fri, 27 May 2005 23:21:37 GMT

WHO: Nico.
WHERE: Nico's Beach House.
WHEN: Day after the Danny Hotel thing.

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He kept minimal contact with Nico for the past few weeks, just so the man could heal faster. But Joey was also busy, keeping up with promises he made when he first came to Miami. Things he needed to take care of, and Danny. Danny was back and that just put him in an unfathomably good mood.

Joey was wearing a painfully loud, hawaiian shirt. It was sunshine yellow with bright cerulian blue flowers, painted all over it, it was flowing all around behind him, unbuttoned with nothing underneath. By now he had a fairly nice tan. Long pristine white cargo shorts and regular white sandales make up the rest of the outfit. He has a pair of yellow tinted sunglasses resting on the top of his head.

Knocking on the door first he makes his way inside. "Nico!" He shouts, excited. He hasn't seen the man in over a week and he needs him, badly. But first he has his lame, little gift done up in a small bag. "Nico, it's Joey c'mon!"

Fri, 27 May 2005 21:25:37 GMT

WHO: Danny.
WHERE: Hotel Room.
WHEN: Before Nico sees Eric and Danny in the hotel room alone.

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Joey came home, God knows how he managed to make it to his hotel room covered in blood and gore like he was. But it was about 3am. The world was asleep, well everyone but Joey.

He sighs, walking into the the utter darkness of the hotel room. This was all Nico's fault, usually Joey was perfectly content with knives, just stabbing. It was still close, professional. Personal. And in special cases sure he'd torture but it was always neat, always controlled. But today, Jesus he was out of hand.

The corpse that was left behind, there was nothing left. But the guy deserved it. Gutted, mutilated, not even buried, and it was thrilling. Nico sucked him in after that dog attack and Joey loved it. Wanted more.

Flicking the lights on to the hotel room, he blinks. Oh fucking hell. Danny was resting on the couch, awake? Joey couldn't quite tell, he completely fucking forget. Joey was standing there by the doorway, blood literally dripping from his soaked shirt, both his hands were covered, caked in the dark crimson fluid. It was splattered across his face but he had tried to wipe it off with a sleeve so it was just smeared, even some pieces of..something were in his hair.

Fri, 27 May 2005 05:36:49 GMT

WHO: Maria
WHERE: House of Whacks
WHY?: Present for Nico, hooray!

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Joey was all pumped about getting this for Nico, why? He wasn't really sure. But thanks to that kid he had the idea. Josh? Maybe he'll run into him once more at some point. All he had to do was look it up in the phone book 'The House of Whacks' and he had the address.

Stepping into the place he smiles. There was quite the assortment of collars, whips, restraints, everything one could ask for. Joey wasn't much into all that so he wandered straight over to the shelves of collars. Damn but they had just about every different kind. Every different color.

Crouching down in front of one display he gazes silently through the glass window. Extremely eager to choose just the right one.

Wed, 25 May 2005 20:00:37 GMT

WHO: Josh
WHERE: Random outside market. You know what? Some kinda outside weekend local block party/carnivale. Yeah. Sweet.
WHEN: After Nico got shot.

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The bustle around this place was surreal, everyone and their fuckin' Grandmother was out and it's not like Joey wasn't used to a crowd, in fact he thrived in them. The air was almost sickly sweet, breads, pastries, local dishes were everywhere, people giving them out for free, laughter. Children playing. Gorgeous weather, not to hot actually, there was a cool breezing carrying salt air across the throngs of people.

Joey came out to grab Nico a present, he had no idea what yet and he was utterly lost as to what the fuck to get someone. Especially someone that has everything.

He wasn't overly dressed, just had on a pair of long cargo shorts, regular sandals, and a white breezy short sleeved, buttoned-down shirt that was open, revealing his still somewhat tanned smooth chest. Christ he needed a tan. He also had on a pair of blue tinted sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

And he was currently rifling through a few colorful shirts on a rack. He had the money to get whatever he wanted but these, well he wasn't sure, these seemed better. Made by the locals. Holding one up he whimpers, shaking his head.

"Jesus I don't know what the hell to get this guy." He sighs, speaking to himself.

Thu, 07 Apr 2005 06:21:36 GMT

Nico had left a few hours ago, but the scent of him still hung in the air and he licked his lips. Joey shut the door, locking it behind him. It was about 3am, which was the only reason why he didn't get any odd looks when he silently moved through the back entrance of the hotel.

He was covered in blood, well mostly. The bottom and left half of his shirt was soaked in it, his face had a quite a few blood splatters and his hands were caked in the stuff.

His heart was still racing, still on that adrenaline pumped high from the hunt. But this person was no innocent. He figured while he was in Miami he'd take care of some business. Looking up Anthony was easy. He knew all of his aliases. Sigh.

The man's apartment was enormous and why shouldn't it be he had the money he skimmed from his family. He had the drug money he had gotten from the crack he sells to kids. Mother fucker.

Joey took his time with that one, enjoyed every second. Hours ticked by. He didn't even slow. Chunks of flesh was sliced out, teeth pulled, needles pushed into the gums. Fingernails pulled. It wasn't just savage, it was meticulous. The look of fear in his eyes made Casto shudder, he didn't even realize he was moaning softly, aroused. The blade of his knife was practically dull now and Joey sighed. Ahh well, it was worth it. Normally, with minor incidents he would allow the cops to take over, find the dirtbag, but this guy was just wrong. Joey just helped set him down the correct path. It was his own sick sense of justice. No more children will die.

And he smiles.

Striding over to the stereo system he flicks it on then he slumps down onto the couch, head resting back against it as he gazes up at the ceiling.

Tue, 15 Mar 2005 01:01:26 GMT

Joseph 'Joey' Casto was born on February 25th, 1980 into the Casto Family. Born in a very upscale Brooklyn neighborhood he was the typical spoiled only child. He had everything at his disposal. Money, women, cars, everything a growing boy needs.

Paul Casto, his father, was into construction. Which was a complete joke and by age eight Joey had figured out what Paul was really about. Head of the Casto Crime Family he demanded respect and fear from all those that worked under him. He had judges, politicians, business men all tucket away neatly in his pocket, he had the power to pick and choose who would live and who would die. No one would dare touch Paul Casto.

Joey liked that, enjoyed the power but not the total control. Joey would be happen with second in command so when he joined the Tanglewood Boys he was more of the muscle. Already he was 6'1' with a strong, muscular build but his frame was lean. Short cut cropped brown hair fit nicely around his powerful jawline. Crisp blue eyes held a dangerous intelligence. This man wasn't stupid. He's committed quite a few crimes in his short life-span. Murder was his favorite. He enjoyed it, reveled in the sensation of taking another man's life. But he would only do it for business, never an innocent.

His father was a murderer, cold-blooded and strict but he also instilled a sick sense of justice into Joey. Never hurt the innocent, only the ones that did you wrong or hurt the family. Family takes priority over everything. Never go against blood. Betrayal was the worst crime you could commit in his world. There was no trial, no jury and the punishment was death. Plain and simple.

Joey was on the flight to Miami when he was considering his situation. Hands folded neatly in his lap he wore a simple grey t-shirt with dark blue jeans. Nothing fancy, nothing to reveal the money he comes from. The other boys wanted Danny to die but Joey had talked them out of it. Danny was his and he would get him back no matter what. In the end it was decided that if Danny would not return he would be put away for crimes against the family.