Great Risks - Part 5
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cmk418Title: Great Risks
Characters: Dino Ortolani/Ryan O'Reily (cameos by Cyril O'Reily and one OC)
Rating: R (violence and profanity)
Word Count: 631
A/N: Thanks again to my beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Also, I decided to post a little early because it's the 10th Anniversary of "OZ". All of this owes itself to the great Tom Fontana (and that first episode in particular).
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All other parts may be found here
“That got your attention?” Cyril’s laughing voice came through the door.
Ryan looked apologetically at Dino, then managed a weak “yeah”.
“Hurry up. We’re done.”
Oh fuck, thought Ryan. “Sid came already?”
“Called. Merchandise was boosted.”
Oh fuck, thought Dino.
Ryan looked from the door to Dino. Thoughts were flying through his brain at lightning speed. Boosted. I don’t have to go back to the car and help Cyril out. You’re here. Cyril’s right outside the fucking door. You’re here. Shit got boosted. You’re here. Job went south. You’re here. Motherfucking son-of-a-bitch, you’re dead. Ryan’s left hand shot out and closed around Dino’s throat, tightening.
In his rage, Ryan almost didn’t hear Cyril continuing, “Can we talk about this in the car?”
“Be there in a minute.”
“Stop jacking off and let’s go already.”
Ryan abruptly let go of Dino’s throat and while the other man was gasping for breath, backhanded him. Before Dino could make a move to retaliate, Ryan had the 38 out and pointed at him.
“Cyril, you still there?”
There was no response from the other side of the door. Ryan cocked the gun, pressing it up against Dino’s forehead. “Don’t bother denying anything.”
Dino smiled. “Why should I? There’s not much you can do at this point except take it up the ass.”
Shit. The fucker’s right. Even if we managed to get the shit back right here, right now, I’d still have to find a way to explain to Cyril how I knew Ortolani was here.
“And you’re not gonna shoot me either,” Dino continued, “because all that’s gonna do is bring a whole lot of people back here to check it out.”
Ryan waved his free hand under the automatic hand dryer. Damn, it was one of those quiet ones that shut off as soon as the hand wasn’t under the sensor. It definitely wouldn’t work for cover noise.
“You have a point,” mumbled Ryan, putting the gun away.
He grabbed Dino and kissed him hard. Then Ryan slammed Dino’s head against the mirror, the automatic hand dryer, the machine that dispensed feminine products, and the sink. After that, he dragged Dino’s body across the toilet paper strewn floor, lifted the toilet seat, and dunked Dino’s head in the toilet.
Apparently, the honeymoon was over.
Ryan stepped over Dino’s feet, went back to the sink and washed his hands, then left the restroom without a glance in Dino’s direction.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Bobby had seen Cyril O’Reily go into the restaurant. He thought he’d let Cyril get a few licks in – after all, Dino had it coming. But Bobby would never let it go on too long. Nino would be pissed if something happened to his golden boy on Bobby’s watch.
So after five minutes, Bobby pushed open the door to the ladies’ room. Dino lay, bruised and bleeding, hair hanging down in wet strands in front of his face.
“Bobby?” Dino asked, opening an eye.
“Yeah, I’m here.” Truth be told, he wasn’t sure how to proceed. He did know that there was no way in hell that he was going to touch Dino. “You look like hell. What happened?”
“Guy jumped me.” Close enough to the truth on all counts.
Bobby gave an inward sigh of relief. He wasn’t going to be held accountable for not stopping Cyril O’Reily. He was a little surprised that Dino didn’t mention Cyril by name. Bobby guessed it was humiliating enough to get your head shoved in a toilet without having to say who it was that got the better of you.
At that point it was between you and him, Bobby reasoned.
Watching Ortolani struggle to his feet and survey his bruises in the mirror, Bobby knew one thing - O’Reily had better watch the fuck out.
NEXT
Characters: Dino Ortolani/Ryan O'Reily (cameos by Cyril O'Reily and one OC)
Rating: R (violence and profanity)
Word Count: 631
A/N: Thanks again to my beta
history_gurlAlso, I decided to post a little early because it's the 10th Anniversary of "OZ". All of this owes itself to the great Tom Fontana (and that first episode in particular).
PREVIOUS
All other parts may be found here
“That got your attention?” Cyril’s laughing voice came through the door.
Ryan looked apologetically at Dino, then managed a weak “yeah”.
“Hurry up. We’re done.”
Oh fuck, thought Ryan. “Sid came already?”
“Called. Merchandise was boosted.”
Oh fuck, thought Dino.
Ryan looked from the door to Dino. Thoughts were flying through his brain at lightning speed. Boosted. I don’t have to go back to the car and help Cyril out. You’re here. Cyril’s right outside the fucking door. You’re here. Shit got boosted. You’re here. Job went south. You’re here. Motherfucking son-of-a-bitch, you’re dead. Ryan’s left hand shot out and closed around Dino’s throat, tightening.
In his rage, Ryan almost didn’t hear Cyril continuing, “Can we talk about this in the car?”
“Be there in a minute.”
“Stop jacking off and let’s go already.”
Ryan abruptly let go of Dino’s throat and while the other man was gasping for breath, backhanded him. Before Dino could make a move to retaliate, Ryan had the 38 out and pointed at him.
“Cyril, you still there?”
There was no response from the other side of the door. Ryan cocked the gun, pressing it up against Dino’s forehead. “Don’t bother denying anything.”
Dino smiled. “Why should I? There’s not much you can do at this point except take it up the ass.”
Shit. The fucker’s right. Even if we managed to get the shit back right here, right now, I’d still have to find a way to explain to Cyril how I knew Ortolani was here.
“And you’re not gonna shoot me either,” Dino continued, “because all that’s gonna do is bring a whole lot of people back here to check it out.”
Ryan waved his free hand under the automatic hand dryer. Damn, it was one of those quiet ones that shut off as soon as the hand wasn’t under the sensor. It definitely wouldn’t work for cover noise.
“You have a point,” mumbled Ryan, putting the gun away.
He grabbed Dino and kissed him hard. Then Ryan slammed Dino’s head against the mirror, the automatic hand dryer, the machine that dispensed feminine products, and the sink. After that, he dragged Dino’s body across the toilet paper strewn floor, lifted the toilet seat, and dunked Dino’s head in the toilet.
Apparently, the honeymoon was over.
Ryan stepped over Dino’s feet, went back to the sink and washed his hands, then left the restroom without a glance in Dino’s direction.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Bobby had seen Cyril O’Reily go into the restaurant. He thought he’d let Cyril get a few licks in – after all, Dino had it coming. But Bobby would never let it go on too long. Nino would be pissed if something happened to his golden boy on Bobby’s watch.
So after five minutes, Bobby pushed open the door to the ladies’ room. Dino lay, bruised and bleeding, hair hanging down in wet strands in front of his face.
“Bobby?” Dino asked, opening an eye.
“Yeah, I’m here.” Truth be told, he wasn’t sure how to proceed. He did know that there was no way in hell that he was going to touch Dino. “You look like hell. What happened?”
“Guy jumped me.” Close enough to the truth on all counts.
Bobby gave an inward sigh of relief. He wasn’t going to be held accountable for not stopping Cyril O’Reily. He was a little surprised that Dino didn’t mention Cyril by name. Bobby guessed it was humiliating enough to get your head shoved in a toilet without having to say who it was that got the better of you.
At that point it was between you and him, Bobby reasoned.
Watching Ortolani struggle to his feet and survey his bruises in the mirror, Bobby knew one thing - O’Reily had better watch the fuck out.
NEXT
