Wild Horses and Wild Men (Enzo Dragomir)

[Merry (DELETED 7994)]

Merry had been well on her way to getting reacquainted with the waking world, and although she still felt the constant pang, that touch of sadness over her sire, her partner in death, her Perry's absence she was able to carry on. The darkness pulled at her in her dreams, in a way that made Merry wonder what she may have left behind within those shadows, in many ways she found herself changed. Some of that sweet innocence was lost, her naivety still lingered due to lack of exposure to much of the world but she'd seen enough to be wary of intentions. Her fear of touch still remained though she was quite sure her curse had gone and yet recently found herself longing to touch people. To find comfort in it. Her hand always had another to hold when Perry was there, they relied on each other, on being able to reach out and find someone always there waiting. Now? She felt more alone than she ever had, and the void was hard to fill.

It was contemplating these things, stretched out on a couch in her sister Mortll's place, reading a book that the delivery man found her. Handing her the items that were sent, the boxes and letters in a big envelope. Enzo? Enzo had sent her things? She thought of the handsome, dark haired man who claimed them as family, who wanted very much to know them and be involved in their lives. Against her better judgement she was fond of the man, she enjoyed his company and his protective ways. Perhaps it was what she needed? Family. People to care for her, to want to spend time with her, to help her find her way.

Merry flopped once more on the couch, opening the envelope to find the present inside, a quick read had her doing a double take. A horse? He got a her a horse? For racing or for riding? She opened the smaller box, pulling out some jodhpurs. "Riding!" She squeaked, though when she was younger they had hopped on horses in whatever they were wearing and rarely bothered with a saddle. The larger box contained a beautiful pair of riding boots. She could hardly contain her excitement, such an extravagant gift overwhelmed her, she had no idea what she had done to deserve it. The woman could not weight to feel the wind in her hair, to see how fast her horse could run, could jump and fly through the night. Merry did not hesitate to change, finding a simple white button up shirt and a fitted jacket to complete the outfit. Her hair was worn down, for actual riding she would braid it but not tonight was not for riding, it was for hunting Enzo's. She fully intended to find the man, to thank him but first a pit stop.

It was two hours later, deep into the evening when Merry crept up behind Enzo on the street, following him around the corner from the building he had just left. When she was just in reach she extended her hand, the one that held firmly a riding crop and swatted it against the man's backside, the sharp crack sound as it collided with his upper left butt cheek echoing around them. Yes, she would thank him of course, but in her very own way.

[Enzo Dragomir]

The screen of the cellphone went black as he turned it off, finishing his call to his latest business venture. He was not planning on being hands on, it would be run through it's mother company Dragonal but it was still in the construction stages. This was the part where he went over every minute detail, making sure the business was up to his exacting standards. He had noted a lack of upscale businesses geared toward men, though hardly shocking, even when being advertised to men were usually targeted with a female agenda... what they could buy for their wives, daughters, mothers.


Men needed a place where they could just be... men. Not that Enzo disliked women's company, on the contrary, he loved it. Loved women. He had just always enjoyed the replica's of old school gentleman's clubs back home in London, the undercurrents of power, of building alliances or enemies, empires... Now when you said 'gentleman's club' people thought you meant a strip club. Shaking his head with raised brow, he walked from the city counselmans office building... his latest thrall Harmon Amory. He had enslaved the politician for a variety of reasons, none of them mentionable in polite society. The man was not only a career politico but had made his way up via the prosecutions offices, the military and family fortune. His daddy had been a politician, his daddy's daddy... just like Lorenzo Vaugn Dragomir was running guns and soldier flesh.. family traditions...


He had needed the zoning specs for the ventilation system 'tweaked' a bit for his newest baby, a whisky and cigar lounge. The Black Fox to be precise. It was strategically located beside a larger bar and a variety of shoppes catering to women. "Yes dear, I'll just wait for you here, have fun.." could almost be heard now as men would find themselves pampered while avoiding the miles of 'does this make my *** look fat'. He had found a master distiller from another label, amusingly enough called the copper fox and courted him like he was the last virgin on earth. Between excellent whisky and a fine assortment of cigars in the posh humidor, the place screamed masculine. Hell he would more than likely be spending time there himself.


His phone began to ring again as he stepped onto the street, he reached into his pocket to retrieve it when there was a loud crack behind him and his upper thigh suddenly felt on fire. Whirling around, pulling his semi out of his side holster in one fluid movement, his grace lost to view in the blinding speed in which he had his gun out and aimed at whoever had struck him. Narrowing his eyes, he realized it was Merry Dragomir with a delightful bit of riding crop smacking against her thigh, a wicked grin on her face as she turned that beauty full watt upon him. He reholstered his gun and reached out to embrace the Romanian, smiling against her hair. As his arms slowly released her his gaze remained dark, the menace still there, though not directed at her... it took a minute to pocket the predator. "Now what did I do that merited bringing out the sassy stick?" he knew full well what it was, but it felt good to spar back and forth with someone he was beginning to trust. It didn't hurt that she was stacked like a brick house either.

[Merry (DELETED 7994)]

She felt a brief wash of fear as his hand reached for his gun, drawing it on her but the second his eyes saw her face the fear left her. His recognition was instant, and a certain fondness there in mere moments. The fun neatly tucked into's holster meant he could embrace, not before those eyes swept over her frame in a way that had Merry gripping the crop tighter, considering whether to swat him again. She didn't hesitate to return the affection, pressing a kiss to each cheek. "Enzo! Well, you are just you, da? You being you is what deserves frequent swatting with this crop. You are trouble, mm? A bad boy?" She wiggled the crop at him, brushing it against his outer calf playfully. He was really asking her why she was here? Why she had a riding crop? Of course he had to know, she was in riding attire, just wondering around the city. The purpose was clear, but if he was in the mood to play she could try to keep up.

"Why Enzo, it is because a secret admirer bought me a stunning horse tonight, the note just MUST have fallen off da? So, it is too late to ride horses, da? I thought, hmm, but what else can I do in this lovely outfit? I know!" She lifted her hand as if an idea had struck her, a good one, and she was happy to tell him what it was. "I will go make Enzo be my horsey! He is good man, he will do this for me! I will ride on your back, and whip you to go faster, you trot around the city ok? Let's go!" She slunk forwards, moving around him so that she was at his back, her arms casually looping over his shoulders, clasping over his chest. "Do I just hop up now?" She flicked the crop at his chest, the little tab hitting just below his navel. She was curious to see how long he would play with her, before he grew tired, serious, or gave in and spoke out loud of his extravagant gift.