Great Risks - Part 22
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cmk418Title: Great Risks
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani
Rating: R
Word Count: 638
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me to continue this.
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All other parts are posted here.
Dino sat across from Peter. The court refused bail, saying that he was a threat to society or some such crap and his lawyer didn’t argue the point. So Dino was stuck in this jail awaiting trial, whiling away his days with games of solitaire and drawing. Ginny and the kids would visit daily and on the odd day, either his lawyer or Peter would check in.
“I checked around. Wasn’t anybody in our group.”
“Bullshit. You could’a done it yourself, Petey.”
“And why would I want to do something like that? You’re ignoring the obvious.”
“I know what I know.”
“And what you know is that you didn’t kill Ryan fucking O’Reily and he’s got a little bit of a score to settle.”
“Keep your voice down, will ya?”
“O’Reily is the one testifying. Don’t worry. We’re taking care of it.”
“Good.”
“You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you?”
“Who?”
“Oh come on, Dino. I set this up, try to do you a favor. You got a distraction, it needed to be taken care of.”
“I don’t know what you’re smoking, but I want some.”
“I could kill you, you fucking queer. My father hears about this and you’re dead. No need to worry about prison. I gave you a chance to handle this and you fuck it up. Every other job you finish, but when it comes to the Mick, you turn soft. Or maybe not so soft and that’s the problem.”
“Petey, I’m on trial for one murder, I don’t have any qualms about doing two.”
“Where is Ryan O’Reily?”
“Fuck if I know.”
“If I see him, I’m taking care of him, because that’s what my father wants. He wants your faggot ass out of jail and back on the street. He still thinks you’re valuable. You work with the enemy and you betray us, but to my father, you’re still the golden boy.”
“That kills you, doesn’t it? Your father doesn’t trust you to run things on your own. Go after Ryan O’Reily, Petey. I have no doubt you’ll fuck it up. We’re done.”
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
The car window cracked. Ryan could see the bullet, caught in the safety glass. He ducked down in the seat and hit the gas pedal.
That was too close. Ryan took all the evasive measures he could in order to rid himself of the bastard who was shooting at him.
Looked like Peter Schibetta, but that was impossible. There was no way that the kid would pull a job like this himself. Besides, all Italians looked alike.
Well, except for Dino.
Fuck, he was an idiot. Cyril was right. He needed to lay low for a while.
And he would. Right after he got a hold of Dino.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I need to see you. That’s what the note said. The handwriting wasn’t clear, but it didn’t matter. Dino knew who it was from.
Ryan O’Reily. The man responsible for his current predicament.
Ryan O’Reily. Who was free and roaming the world outside while he was stuck here in this cell.
Ryan O’Reily. The man who he’d shot and failed to kill.
Night after night in this cell, he thought about his life, thought about his mother and Nino, and Ginny and the kids. They were what was real.
This thing, whatever it was, with Ryan O’Reily was just an illusion. He just kept telling himself. It didn’t happen. It didn’t happen. We’ve been at war with the Bridget Street Gang for so long that things got confused.
There weren’t any men before you. And there won’t be any men after you. I promise you that.
He had to forget. He couldn’t see Ryan because he had to forget. And just remember one very important fact.
Ryan O’Reily was the reason that he was behind bars right now.
NEXT
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani
Rating: R
Word Count: 638
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me to continue this.
PREVIOUS
All other parts are posted here.
Dino sat across from Peter. The court refused bail, saying that he was a threat to society or some such crap and his lawyer didn’t argue the point. So Dino was stuck in this jail awaiting trial, whiling away his days with games of solitaire and drawing. Ginny and the kids would visit daily and on the odd day, either his lawyer or Peter would check in.
“I checked around. Wasn’t anybody in our group.”
“Bullshit. You could’a done it yourself, Petey.”
“And why would I want to do something like that? You’re ignoring the obvious.”
“I know what I know.”
“And what you know is that you didn’t kill Ryan fucking O’Reily and he’s got a little bit of a score to settle.”
“Keep your voice down, will ya?”
“O’Reily is the one testifying. Don’t worry. We’re taking care of it.”
“Good.”
“You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you?”
“Who?”
“Oh come on, Dino. I set this up, try to do you a favor. You got a distraction, it needed to be taken care of.”
“I don’t know what you’re smoking, but I want some.”
“I could kill you, you fucking queer. My father hears about this and you’re dead. No need to worry about prison. I gave you a chance to handle this and you fuck it up. Every other job you finish, but when it comes to the Mick, you turn soft. Or maybe not so soft and that’s the problem.”
“Petey, I’m on trial for one murder, I don’t have any qualms about doing two.”
“Where is Ryan O’Reily?”
“Fuck if I know.”
“If I see him, I’m taking care of him, because that’s what my father wants. He wants your faggot ass out of jail and back on the street. He still thinks you’re valuable. You work with the enemy and you betray us, but to my father, you’re still the golden boy.”
“That kills you, doesn’t it? Your father doesn’t trust you to run things on your own. Go after Ryan O’Reily, Petey. I have no doubt you’ll fuck it up. We’re done.”
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
The car window cracked. Ryan could see the bullet, caught in the safety glass. He ducked down in the seat and hit the gas pedal.
That was too close. Ryan took all the evasive measures he could in order to rid himself of the bastard who was shooting at him.
Looked like Peter Schibetta, but that was impossible. There was no way that the kid would pull a job like this himself. Besides, all Italians looked alike.
Well, except for Dino.
Fuck, he was an idiot. Cyril was right. He needed to lay low for a while.
And he would. Right after he got a hold of Dino.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I need to see you. That’s what the note said. The handwriting wasn’t clear, but it didn’t matter. Dino knew who it was from.
Ryan O’Reily. The man responsible for his current predicament.
Ryan O’Reily. Who was free and roaming the world outside while he was stuck here in this cell.
Ryan O’Reily. The man who he’d shot and failed to kill.
Night after night in this cell, he thought about his life, thought about his mother and Nino, and Ginny and the kids. They were what was real.
This thing, whatever it was, with Ryan O’Reily was just an illusion. He just kept telling himself. It didn’t happen. It didn’t happen. We’ve been at war with the Bridget Street Gang for so long that things got confused.
There weren’t any men before you. And there won’t be any men after you. I promise you that.
He had to forget. He couldn’t see Ryan because he had to forget. And just remember one very important fact.
Ryan O’Reily was the reason that he was behind bars right now.
NEXT
