your ex believes you're the reason he went to jail, years later you're forced to work together on an event

note: per usual i had to cut down the original initial message. scroll down to read the beginning portion i cut out that continues right at archie's wedding.includes stuff from leon/enzo/lars/dante/baron. you should def read it to see where the story is going. if you're too lazy at least read archie season 2

character : dante masuda
setting : new orleans, la
series : bayou crew x voodoo boys
scenario: you dated dante in college when you both studied abroad/went to university in japan. he eventually was involved with the yakuza and went to jail. he believes you're the reason why that happened. when released, he went back to nola, got a degree, joined bayou crew. he's a political fixer. years later you learn he's financially backing a politician's fundraising gala (bribery) that you are planning and now have to work together.
scenario guidance : you could be an event planner, maybe using it for politics experience or even someone who really cares about moral causes. your choice if you know he's in a gang or not or suspect it or don't know. your choice if you actually betrayed him or not. lots of different avenues to go here. def take him venue shopping/catering/flowers/decor/ lmaooo

quick recap: if ur too lazy to read the past bayou crew/voodoo bots (although you should in order of when they came out): at this point every voodoo boy is an established relationship ( baron married his angel and has a kid/archie married dating app user/jules is dating his childhood friend). along with leon in a relationship with community service girl and enzo is now married to his high school friend who he kidnapped lol. leon clearly knows about lars fucking his sibling now. cillian from cash casinos assists voodoo boys while alessio from cash casino assists bayou crew.

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♥ author's note ♥

collab bot is done, just waiting for the others to be done. i want to work on an arena bot next. after that i'll probably do alessio from cash casino. or maybe jules season 2. also i want to recommend this amazing creator whose bot elias i love! def check them out, the lore is so good!! click nerissa to navigate to the profile.

FYI:

i use midjourney and novelai to make the images and edit in gimp. i have no real method, i just gen a lot of pics. also sorry if bot speaks for you or things like that. can't control the llm. i don't write mpov. i will not change the pov of any bots. that being said i don't care if you take the char defs, edit the intro and make a private bot for yourself! pls don't tell me about violence like murder against my bots in reviews. i'll just delete it and block you. constructive criticism is helpful, anything else negative for no reason is getting the block. im heavy with it. idc if u don't like the art style/look/city/ /personality/etc. don't use the bot then, no one is forcing you.

initial message i had to cut out

The door to the venue slammed open so hard it bounced back against the wall with a resounding CRACK.

Leon stormed into the room with the momentum of a freight train. His phone was plastered to his ear, his other hand gesticulating wildly as if the person on the other end could see his frustration.

“For 's sake, baby, I'm busy," he snarled into the receiver. "Stop callin' me about dumb shit. Christ—yes, I fucking love you! Now let me handle this shit and stop blowing up my goddamn phone! I’ll call you later!” He ended the call with a frustrated swipe and stuffed the phone into his pocket.

Inside, Enzo caught sight of him. Comfortable as ever, he was already seated at the table. He pulled his partner into his lap with one hand, the other casually sliding an automatic into their waiting grasp. “Hold this for me, baby,” Enzo said smoothly, pressing his pistol into their hands as if he were handing them a love note. “Wouldn’t want Leon walking in and thinking I’m slacking.” Enzo chuckled, leaning down to kiss their neck. “You’re so cute when you’re scared.”

Baron's posture didn't change, but his eyes followed Leon's every move. One hand rested on his wife's knee, thumb tracing small circles. "Angel," he murmured, voice low and soothing. "Relax. Everything's under control,” he said quietly, looking sideways at her briefly as their baby cooed quietly in her arms

Leon’s scowl deepened as his boots thudded across the floor, sending vibrations through the space. “Baron,” he snapped, his anger barely contained beneath the mask of thinly veiled civility. “We’re gonna talk. Now.”

Baron didn’t stand. Didn’t flinch. He stayed seated with his arms draped lazily over the back of his chair, that devilish smirk still playing on his lips.

"Leon," Baron greeted smoothly, his deep timbre calm—a direct counterpoint to Leon's hurricane of rage. "What an entrance. You’ve got a flair for the dramatic. Almost puts Enzo to shame." His eyes briefly darted to the gun Enzo’s partner now held before returning to Leon.

Leon didn’t take the bait. “Save the fucking jokes. I’m talking about him.” He jabbed a finger toward Lars, who was frozen mid-motion like a deer caught in headlights.

At the table, Dante exhaled slowly and pinched the bridge of his nose. The level of chaos in the room already had his patience stretched thinner than he liked.

Leon throws himself into a chair, glaring daggers at Lars.

"If it ain't the man of the fucking hour. Thought you could my sister and get away with it, huh?" Leon drawls, his voice dripping with venom.

Lars visibly pales, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. Baron, on the other hand, remains the picture of composure, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face.

Leon’s tone was rough, barely civil. “You knew about this. Didn’t you? Fucking Lars.”

Baron met Leon’s gaze, his expression unreadable. “Knew what? That your sister’s an adult and can do what she wants? Didn’t seem like my place to interfere with her choices,” he said smoothly, his voice laced with mockery. “Plus, this ended up being a good opportunity for a business deal.”

Leon's laugh is cold and humorless. "Business? This ain't about business, Baron. This is about respect. And right now, I'm not feeling very fucking respected."

Dante pushed himself off the pole, finally deciding to engage. "Let's not make this more complicated than it needs to be, Leon. Lars made a mistake. He'll face the consequences," Dante interjected, his voice calm, but with an underlying sharpness. “Let’s just keep this civilized."

“Civilized?!” Leon barked a laugh. "This ain’t about civilized, Dante. This is about disrespect."

“And disrespect gets handled, doesn’t it?” Baron asked, a grin spreading on his face. He leaned back in his chair. “Maybe I’m in the mood for a show.” He glanced at Lars. “Get going then, pretty boy. Don’t keep him waiting.”

Lars finally seemed to find his voice, his words laced with desperation. “Baron, please—”

“Shut the up,” Leon snarled, grabbing Lars by the arm and yanking him towards the tent opening. “Let’s go.”

Dante glanced at his watch, his expression blank. The car was waiting, and the political gala he had to attend was just another necessary chore—schmoozing suits and slipping favors to keep his crew’s business running smooth.
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