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Great Risks - Part 21
Title: Great Risks
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani
Rating: R
Word Count: 666 (seriously!)
A/N: Wow, it's been a while. Thanks to everybody who has stuck with this. I've got most of it fleshed out up until Ryan gets to Oz, so it'll be coming in bite-sized pieces as I edit it.
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“…don’t know how you can continue to live like this.”
Ryan winced as he continued filling out discharge papers. He was tired and Aunt Brenda was making it worse.
“You two are past twenty now, grown men. You have a wife. Do you want to make her a widow like that nice Peggy Callahan?”
Ryan smirked. One thing Patrick’s wife could never be described as was “nice”.
“That poor woman. One day at home with her husband and son, the next a widow.”
“What happened to Patrick was a damn shame.”
“You’re to blame for it. You and your brother. If you hadn’t…”
“No, the motherfucker that pulled the trigger is to blame for it.” Ryan’s thoughts drifted for the hundredth time that hour to Dino Ortolani. Had the police picked him up yet? Or had Cyril…
At that moment, Cyril swung into the room. He bent down and kissed Brenda on the cheek. “Hi, Aunt Bren.”
“Don’t you ‘Hi Aunt Bren’ me, young man. I told your brother and I’ll tell you…”
Cyril ignored her and asked Ryan. “You about outta here?”
“God, yes. Did you…?”
“I’ll tell you in the car.”
Ryan barely managed to contain his frustration. “All right.”
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Dino held his hand out to be fingerprinted. He’d been through this once before when he got nabbed for possession. They didn’t have anything. The gun was long gone – there were no bystanders on the street, except for O’Reily and with everything that went down between them, he doubted Ryan would talk.
So who could it be then? Peter? Schibetta was many things, but it wouldn’t benefit him any to rat out Dino. Maybe one of the lower level guys trying to make the step up on the crew.
“Turn to the right.”
Dino turned so they could snap his mug shot. He just wanted to get this part of the process over with so he could find out who tipped off the cops.
One thing was for sure. There was no way Cyril O’Reily would be able to touch him right now.
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“I waited outside Ortolani’s house all night and nothing.”
Ryan slowly let out the breath he’d been holding. “Fuck. What about the others? Schibetta, those two fat guineas that work with them?”
“Those dinks can barely run a race, let alone a hit like this. No, this is direct and smart and that means Ortolani.”
“But Di- whole crew needs to be eliminated.”
“Without Ortolani, the crew falls apart. You and I both know that little Peter Schibetta isn’t anything like the old man.”
“Too true, but…”
“We can go hit them all right now if you want. Especially since we can’t get to Ortolani.”
Ryan closed his eyes. Oh, thank God. “He could still turn up.”
“He did. At five this morning at the police station.”
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Peter picked up the telephone. “Hello?”
“Listen up. This is my one phone call.”
“Holy shit. Where are you?”
“The south of France. One phone call, Petey. Where the fuck do you think? I got pinched for some bullshit involving Ryan O’Reily. Might be in your best interest to call one of your legal minds to get me out of this. Now.”
Peter hung up the phone and sighed. This was all he needed.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Are you hurt?” Shannon asked.
“No.” I was thinking about Dino and then you had to open your trap. Again.
“I made you some dinner.”
“That’s nice.”
“Why’d you send me to Brenda’s? You know I can’t stand that sanctimonious bitch.”
“It wasn’t safe for you at home.”
“And it’s safe now? I’ve got my big bad husband here to protect me.” Shannon straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around him.
“Don’t you forget it.” He pulled her forward, kissing her. It was familiar, something he’d done a million times in between hundreds of other girls. Shannon was familiar, someone that he would come back to again and again.
But she didn’t feel like home anymore.
NEXT
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani
Rating: R
Word Count: 666 (seriously!)
A/N: Wow, it's been a while. Thanks to everybody who has stuck with this. I've got most of it fleshed out up until Ryan gets to Oz, so it'll be coming in bite-sized pieces as I edit it.
PREVIOUS
All other parts are posted here.
“…don’t know how you can continue to live like this.”
Ryan winced as he continued filling out discharge papers. He was tired and Aunt Brenda was making it worse.
“You two are past twenty now, grown men. You have a wife. Do you want to make her a widow like that nice Peggy Callahan?”
Ryan smirked. One thing Patrick’s wife could never be described as was “nice”.
“That poor woman. One day at home with her husband and son, the next a widow.”
“What happened to Patrick was a damn shame.”
“You’re to blame for it. You and your brother. If you hadn’t…”
“No, the motherfucker that pulled the trigger is to blame for it.” Ryan’s thoughts drifted for the hundredth time that hour to Dino Ortolani. Had the police picked him up yet? Or had Cyril…
At that moment, Cyril swung into the room. He bent down and kissed Brenda on the cheek. “Hi, Aunt Bren.”
“Don’t you ‘Hi Aunt Bren’ me, young man. I told your brother and I’ll tell you…”
Cyril ignored her and asked Ryan. “You about outta here?”
“God, yes. Did you…?”
“I’ll tell you in the car.”
Ryan barely managed to contain his frustration. “All right.”
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Dino held his hand out to be fingerprinted. He’d been through this once before when he got nabbed for possession. They didn’t have anything. The gun was long gone – there were no bystanders on the street, except for O’Reily and with everything that went down between them, he doubted Ryan would talk.
So who could it be then? Peter? Schibetta was many things, but it wouldn’t benefit him any to rat out Dino. Maybe one of the lower level guys trying to make the step up on the crew.
“Turn to the right.”
Dino turned so they could snap his mug shot. He just wanted to get this part of the process over with so he could find out who tipped off the cops.
One thing was for sure. There was no way Cyril O’Reily would be able to touch him right now.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“I waited outside Ortolani’s house all night and nothing.”
Ryan slowly let out the breath he’d been holding. “Fuck. What about the others? Schibetta, those two fat guineas that work with them?”
“Those dinks can barely run a race, let alone a hit like this. No, this is direct and smart and that means Ortolani.”
“But Di- whole crew needs to be eliminated.”
“Without Ortolani, the crew falls apart. You and I both know that little Peter Schibetta isn’t anything like the old man.”
“Too true, but…”
“We can go hit them all right now if you want. Especially since we can’t get to Ortolani.”
Ryan closed his eyes. Oh, thank God. “He could still turn up.”
“He did. At five this morning at the police station.”
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Peter picked up the telephone. “Hello?”
“Listen up. This is my one phone call.”
“Holy shit. Where are you?”
“The south of France. One phone call, Petey. Where the fuck do you think? I got pinched for some bullshit involving Ryan O’Reily. Might be in your best interest to call one of your legal minds to get me out of this. Now.”
Peter hung up the phone and sighed. This was all he needed.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Are you hurt?” Shannon asked.
“No.” I was thinking about Dino and then you had to open your trap. Again.
“I made you some dinner.”
“That’s nice.”
“Why’d you send me to Brenda’s? You know I can’t stand that sanctimonious bitch.”
“It wasn’t safe for you at home.”
“And it’s safe now? I’ve got my big bad husband here to protect me.” Shannon straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around him.
“Don’t you forget it.” He pulled her forward, kissing her. It was familiar, something he’d done a million times in between hundreds of other girls. Shannon was familiar, someone that he would come back to again and again.
But she didn’t feel like home anymore.
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