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Att had to resist the temptation to storm across the room, knowing that would draw attention to them. That was, until the very guy Lucy was supposed to be distracting almost walked into Atticus, his phone pressed to his ear. It was too late to intervene. He made his way across the room, his eyes fixed on Lucy. She’d jeopardised the entire mission just to talk to some guy that looked like he had a sum total of about three brain cells, and two of them were taken up with worrying about his hair. They’d probably only avoided disaster thanks to sheet dumb luck. He didn’t even try to fake pleasantness as he reached them. “We need to talk. Now,” he ordered, not even acknowledging the other guy. He tried to say something, but Att just shot him a glare. “Don’t you have some mirror to fix your hair in?” He snapped. The guy apparently got the message and sauntered off, shooting a wink at Lucy. Att stormed off in the other direction to a quiet hallway where they wouldn’t be overheard. “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?” He snapped.

Luciana was batting her eyes through the masquerade mask and giggling when she noticed Atticus walk up, but before she could say anything he quickly demanded to talk to her. Colton quickly spoke up. “Is there an issue here?” But Lucy noticed the glare from Atticus and sighed as he said a rude remark. “Hey!” Lucy tried to speak up but Att was already pulling her away, she gave Colton a last little smile and wave before he was out of sight and the two villains were down the hallway. He quickly spoke to her, with a little bit of hostility in his voice. “I’m not playing at anything. Do you know who that was? Colton Underwood.” Lucy said as she crossed her arms and stared at Att.

Att just rolled his eyes as Lucy said who it was. He knew the name, of course he did. He’d spent enough time talking shit about the show just out of her reach to not know who it was. “I don’t give a shit, Lucy. If he’s here, that means he could very well want people like us dead. And what I do give a shit about is that you were too busy fluttering your eyelashes at him instead of doing what you were supposed to do. I just ran into the guy you were supposed to distract, and he had very obviously not been distracted. Care to explain yourself? he asked.

As she listened, Luciana did remember she was supposed to distract a certain individual and she did start to feel bad for getting side tracked herself, but she didn’t need Att to come at her so aggressively, which she didn’t appreciate. “Okay Att. First off, he’s here because the producers from last season wanted him here, to get some funding for the show.” She said, taking a step closer to Att. “I’m sorry for getting side tracked and trying to take some time to relax, but atleast I’m not out here fucking heroes in my spare time.” Lucy said with venom behind her words, poking her finger into his chest. “Now if you’re done being a little bitch about things…” She said turning back, but Atticus stopped her, grabbing her wrist.

Att just raised his eyebrows as Lucy managed to drag Dhani into it, rolling his eyes a little. She tried storming away, but he grabbed her wrist. “We’re not done here, Lucy. You talk so much shit about me and Dhani but we haven’t once compromised the mission. First you kissed me, which was something we hadn’t discussed, and which was totally unnecessary. And before you say it was just trying to sell our story, we both know that’s bullshit. A kiss on the cheek would have worked just as well. I know you did that to try and spite Dhani. And you need to grow the hell up and get over that,” he snapped.

Luciana jerked her hand free of Atticus. “Never once compromised a mission? I recall you freezing up when you saw his face at the warehouse. And yeah I kissed you to spite him. I’m looking out for you Att. And what does it matter to you about him?” She asked. “He’s been ignoring you, time to just forget about him. Get your head back on what matters and out of dumb wild fantasies.” Lucy rolled her eyes. Since she threatened Dhani they should have been talking less.

Att just rolled his eyes as Lucy brought up how he had frozen on seeing Dhani in the warehouse. “That’s not the same and you know it. I’ve stayed professional this whole damn time.” He had a response on his lips as Lucy asked him why it mattered, when she said something about Dhani ignoring him. He frowned. “No… no, he hasn’t. Why would you think he’s been ignoring me? It’s not like I’ve said or done anything to give that impression,” He asked. If anything, he’d been afraid that Lucy had somehow known that they’d been in contact, that she’d picked up on it from his demeanour. “And don’t you dare try and bullshit me, we both know I’ll see right through it and I’ll find out one way or the other.”

Luciana turned away a bit from Atticus when he asked about why she would think that Dhani would be ignoring him. She was about to come up with a lie or change the subject, but Att insisted she would know. “Fine. I paid him a little visit after my mission with Malfyre, also had a bit of a girl over with two rats.” Lucy said as she turned back to him. “But it’s good to know he’s such as big of a fucking dumbass as you are Atticus.” She shoved him back a bit. “Maybe I should go back and pay your boy toy another visit. Rough him up this time so he gets the message.” She said with a smirk across her face.

Att honestly hadn’t been sure what he’d been expecting from Lucy, but somehow he was at once angry, yet not surprised. The comment about him being a dumbass passed him by as she threatened to go back and rough him up. “I swear to god, Lucy, if you as much as touch a hair on his head you’ll be finding somewhere else to live,” he swore. “Enough of your petty, over dramatic, stupid bullshit about the heroes. Stop dragging me into it. I never asked to be a villain. Everyone just saw me work with them once or twice and decided that’s what I was. I got dragged into this mess. So I’ll sleep with whoever the hell I want, I’ll text whoever the hell I want, and nothing gives you the right to tell me what I should do. So mind your own goddamn business and stop dragging me into your petty little grudges, because I don’t want to be involved.”


What you gonna do? Luciana thought as Atticus said an empty threat to her, though what he said next just made her laugh a little bit before regaining her composure. “You think we have a choice to be villains Att? I didn’t choose to be a villain. You know this, you know I went to the heroes when I was younger and they made the choice for me to be a villain. I had to become a villain or die a weakling.” Luciana said, anger starting to build up in her. If it was any other person besides Atticus arguing with her, she would’ve acted by now, plus she couldn’t really walk around the gala with blood on her and not be suspicious.

Att just scowled in frustration as Lucy recounted how she didn’t have a choice on becoming a villain. “This isn’t about you, Lucy. I know you didn’t have a choice. But you didn’t leave me with much of one either. And this is my life. And instead of being happy for me, or acknowledge that it’s my goddamn choice who I sleep with, you’ve been a selfish bitch about it and have tried to ruin my life just because you have a grudge against him because of what some people did years and years ago.” Somewhere, out in the main ballroom, he could hear what sounded like people yelling, presumably Dhani and Malfyre’s distraction. At least something was going to plan.

While Atticus talked, Luciana was getting more and more frustrated, she was about to interrupt and say that talking about this now wasn’t worth it and they needed to head back to the ballroom, but a word out of his mouth ticked her off. Bitch. Everything Att said after calling her a bitch she didn’t hear, she just stared into his eyes, as she was now at her peak. Lucy saw his mouth stop moving and blinked a couple times, and then slapped him across the face, not caring about hitting her hand on his mask. “Bitch? I’ll showing you a fucking bitch. Fuck you Atticus. Seriously. Fuck. You. I’ve looked out for you, protected you, while other villains wanted to either toss you aside or torture you. But I’m the bitch? Fine. I’ll leave you alone, invite your little hero lover to the apartment anytime you want.” She shouted towards him and quickly walked away.

Lucy didn’t stop as she came into the main room, but just continued out the door, bumping into a few patrons on the way out. She was furious but also trying to hold back tears as she got outside. Luciana quickly found the limo driver parked off to the side and climbed in, but only to change into spare clothes she brought in case. The driver asked her if she was ready to leave, but she just ignored him as she changed and handed him his payment for the night, not expecting to come back. After she got changed she exited the limo and just started walking down the street, unsure of where she was going. As she got far enough away she ripped off her mask and tossed it into an alley way as she kept walking.

It seemed that Lucy had only heard one word of what he’d said, and that single word resulted in a slap that left his face stinging and nearly knocked his mask off. She screamed at him, talking about how she’d protected him, as if this whole thing hadn’t been entirely all her suggestion. He hadn’t asked for any of this. She stormed off and Att sighed, pulling his mask off and running his hands down his face. He could have stormed out himself then, but he needed to keep his calm. Anger was dangerous, and anger could put them in danger. One person storming out was acceptable. Multiple people could raise questions. He took a deep breath and fixed his mask, regaining his composure. He’d just stepped back out into the ballroom when Dhani’s voice appeared in his earpiece. The curt briefing made Att tense up, afraid something had gone horribly wrong. He instinctively found himself scanning the room, searching for him. His eyes found him and the overwhelming emotion was just relief that he was okay. He had to force himself to look away, remembering that he still had a job to do.