Great Risks - Part 3
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cmk418Title: Great Risks
Characters: Dino Ortolani, Ryan O'Reily (with cameos by Nino Schibetta & Cyril O'Reily), one OC
Rating: R (violence)
Word Count: 970
A/N: Thanks to my wonderful beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Nino Schibetta entered the Oz visitors’ room and sat at a table across from Dino. “What’s this I hear about two members of your crew getting hit?” Nino began, without so much as a greeting.
Dino winced inwardly. Of all the things for Petey to have discussed with his father, this particular situation was the one that would cause Dino the most trouble.
“Nothing. It’s nothing.”
“Bobby’s got cracked ribs and the other one-“
“-Rico-“
“-got a broken arm. He’s no use to anyone right now. Still think that’s nothing?”
“Somebody roughed ‘em up.”
“Find out who and handle it.” With that, Nino closed the topic for further discussion.
Dino gave the only acceptable reaction he could – he nodded. He knew who hit the guys. He figured that Ryan O’Reily wouldn’t be able to keep his (beautiful) mouth shut for long. The only thing that still puzzled Dino was why Cyril O’Reily hadn’t come after him yet.
“...take an interest in all aspects of the organization, you follow?”
Shit, Dino thought. Was Nino talking about him or Petey?
Nino sighed. “See. This is what I mean. Too much time off of the street and the brain goes soft. That’s why I want you to do Rico’s part on the Friday job.”
“Planned on it. Acquisitions is part of the job.”
Nino smiled at him warmly. “You’re a good kid. You do your father proud.”
Dino brightened a little as he attempted to push all thoughts of the upcoming job -and where it would take him – aside.
...............
There was nothing to it really. They just stopped cars in front and behind, effectively trapping the delivery vehicle. Both he and Bobby got out of the trailing car and walked carefully toward the delivery vehicle. Dino half-prayed that the driver didn’t reach for a gun, half-prayed that he did because Dino really wanted to shoot someone right now. He knew that Bobby wouldn’t think twice about it either. The trick was to be smart – some assholes could, and sometimes would report a shooting, but no one was stupid enough to report that they were relieved of a shipment of heroin. For things like that, the higher-ups had to deal with it. The pendulum swung back and forth. This was payback for a shipment that Cyril O’Reily had boosted in February. Naturally, the elder Schibetta ordered Dino to handle it and the job was arranged.
“Load the shit in the trunk,” Dino instructed Bobby. It wasn’t much, would grab them little profit, but would manage to piss the O’Reily’s off a hell of a lot.
When Bobby walked back to the car with the stash, grumbling the whole way, Dino leaned in the driver’s side window. “Where’s the drop point?”
The driver sneered up at him. “Why? You’re gonna deliver it for me?”
Dino pressed the barrel of the automatic against the driver’s head. “Where?”
“Third and Mason.”
“Bullshit. Too public.”
“That’s why it’s perfect.”
“Where?”
“McDonald’s parking lot.” Dino smiled, then smashed the butt of his gun into the man’s head, knocking him out. He gave the lead car the signal to take off, then made his way back to where Bobby was waiting.
Dino slid into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.”
Bobby backed the car up, then made a U-turn. Dino fiddled with the radio. “Take Third.”
A detour was definitely in order.
.......................
They drove on, basketball game playing on the radio. Dino watched the neon signs that lined Third Street flash past. Every inch traveled, every building passed, brought him that much closer to his goal.
Bobby cleared his throat, knocking thoughts of Ryan O’Reily out of Dino’s head.
“What?” Dino asked.
“Kinda weird, dontcha think? Cyril O’Reily and that other mick come after me and Rico on account of Cyril’s brother breaking a nail or something.”
“Way of the world.”
“So how come he ain’t come after you?” The bitterness is evident in Bobby’s voice. Challenging the higher ups wasn’t something he’d do with Nino, or Petey even, but Bobby thought he deserved an answer, and Dino was the only one who could give it.
“Maybe that’s because they haven’t found me yet.” The irony struck him as the McDonald’s sign came into view. “Damn, that looks good right now.”
“What does?”
“Mickey D’s. I’ve got a craving for some Chicken McNuggets.”
“Ginny’d kick your ass if she knew you were eating junk food.”
“She’d kick yours if she knew you drove me here. So let’s not tell her. Aren’t you hungry?”
Bobby reluctantly pulled the car into the parking lot.
...............
“Something’s happened,” Ryan said. “Maybe we should...”
“Said we’d wait, we wait. Want one?” Cyril pushed the open packet of Chicken McNuggets in his direction.
“These are covered with ketchup.”
“That’s how I eat ‘em.” Cyril said, stuffing another piece in his mouth.
“Reminds me of prison,” Ryan muttered. “Besides, Shannon is fixing me something.”
Cyril laughed. “Let me guess. Macaroni & cheese.”
Ryan cracked a smile. “Think it’s Hamburger Helper tonight.”
“Hope she makes up for it.”
“Yeah, she’s very... talented.” Ryan’s voice drifted a little as he looked out the window, eyes suddenly riveted to a solitary figure caught in the glow of a street light. He blinked.
Trick of the light, maybe. Had to be. He had been trying not to think about the guy for quite a few times these past couple of weeks. It had to be a mistake. But just in case...
Ryan opened the car door. Cyril tried peering around him. “Is Sid here?”
“Nah. Just gotta take a leak. Be right back.”
“Ryan.”
“What?”
“Get some more ketchup when you’re in there.”
Ryan nodded and walked away. As he neared the restaurant, his feet slowed and a single thought came to mind. What the hell was he doing?
NEXT
Characters: Dino Ortolani, Ryan O'Reily (with cameos by Nino Schibetta & Cyril O'Reily), one OC
Rating: R (violence)
Word Count: 970
A/N: Thanks to my wonderful beta
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All other parts may be found here
Nino Schibetta entered the Oz visitors’ room and sat at a table across from Dino. “What’s this I hear about two members of your crew getting hit?” Nino began, without so much as a greeting.
Dino winced inwardly. Of all the things for Petey to have discussed with his father, this particular situation was the one that would cause Dino the most trouble.
“Nothing. It’s nothing.”
“Bobby’s got cracked ribs and the other one-“
“-Rico-“
“-got a broken arm. He’s no use to anyone right now. Still think that’s nothing?”
“Somebody roughed ‘em up.”
“Find out who and handle it.” With that, Nino closed the topic for further discussion.
Dino gave the only acceptable reaction he could – he nodded. He knew who hit the guys. He figured that Ryan O’Reily wouldn’t be able to keep his (beautiful) mouth shut for long. The only thing that still puzzled Dino was why Cyril O’Reily hadn’t come after him yet.
“...take an interest in all aspects of the organization, you follow?”
Shit, Dino thought. Was Nino talking about him or Petey?
Nino sighed. “See. This is what I mean. Too much time off of the street and the brain goes soft. That’s why I want you to do Rico’s part on the Friday job.”
“Planned on it. Acquisitions is part of the job.”
Nino smiled at him warmly. “You’re a good kid. You do your father proud.”
Dino brightened a little as he attempted to push all thoughts of the upcoming job -and where it would take him – aside.
...............
There was nothing to it really. They just stopped cars in front and behind, effectively trapping the delivery vehicle. Both he and Bobby got out of the trailing car and walked carefully toward the delivery vehicle. Dino half-prayed that the driver didn’t reach for a gun, half-prayed that he did because Dino really wanted to shoot someone right now. He knew that Bobby wouldn’t think twice about it either. The trick was to be smart – some assholes could, and sometimes would report a shooting, but no one was stupid enough to report that they were relieved of a shipment of heroin. For things like that, the higher-ups had to deal with it. The pendulum swung back and forth. This was payback for a shipment that Cyril O’Reily had boosted in February. Naturally, the elder Schibetta ordered Dino to handle it and the job was arranged.
“Load the shit in the trunk,” Dino instructed Bobby. It wasn’t much, would grab them little profit, but would manage to piss the O’Reily’s off a hell of a lot.
When Bobby walked back to the car with the stash, grumbling the whole way, Dino leaned in the driver’s side window. “Where’s the drop point?”
The driver sneered up at him. “Why? You’re gonna deliver it for me?”
Dino pressed the barrel of the automatic against the driver’s head. “Where?”
“Third and Mason.”
“Bullshit. Too public.”
“That’s why it’s perfect.”
“Where?”
“McDonald’s parking lot.” Dino smiled, then smashed the butt of his gun into the man’s head, knocking him out. He gave the lead car the signal to take off, then made his way back to where Bobby was waiting.
Dino slid into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.”
Bobby backed the car up, then made a U-turn. Dino fiddled with the radio. “Take Third.”
A detour was definitely in order.
.......................
They drove on, basketball game playing on the radio. Dino watched the neon signs that lined Third Street flash past. Every inch traveled, every building passed, brought him that much closer to his goal.
Bobby cleared his throat, knocking thoughts of Ryan O’Reily out of Dino’s head.
“What?” Dino asked.
“Kinda weird, dontcha think? Cyril O’Reily and that other mick come after me and Rico on account of Cyril’s brother breaking a nail or something.”
“Way of the world.”
“So how come he ain’t come after you?” The bitterness is evident in Bobby’s voice. Challenging the higher ups wasn’t something he’d do with Nino, or Petey even, but Bobby thought he deserved an answer, and Dino was the only one who could give it.
“Maybe that’s because they haven’t found me yet.” The irony struck him as the McDonald’s sign came into view. “Damn, that looks good right now.”
“What does?”
“Mickey D’s. I’ve got a craving for some Chicken McNuggets.”
“Ginny’d kick your ass if she knew you were eating junk food.”
“She’d kick yours if she knew you drove me here. So let’s not tell her. Aren’t you hungry?”
Bobby reluctantly pulled the car into the parking lot.
...............
“Something’s happened,” Ryan said. “Maybe we should...”
“Said we’d wait, we wait. Want one?” Cyril pushed the open packet of Chicken McNuggets in his direction.
“These are covered with ketchup.”
“That’s how I eat ‘em.” Cyril said, stuffing another piece in his mouth.
“Reminds me of prison,” Ryan muttered. “Besides, Shannon is fixing me something.”
Cyril laughed. “Let me guess. Macaroni & cheese.”
Ryan cracked a smile. “Think it’s Hamburger Helper tonight.”
“Hope she makes up for it.”
“Yeah, she’s very... talented.” Ryan’s voice drifted a little as he looked out the window, eyes suddenly riveted to a solitary figure caught in the glow of a street light. He blinked.
Trick of the light, maybe. Had to be. He had been trying not to think about the guy for quite a few times these past couple of weeks. It had to be a mistake. But just in case...
Ryan opened the car door. Cyril tried peering around him. “Is Sid here?”
“Nah. Just gotta take a leak. Be right back.”
“Ryan.”
“What?”
“Get some more ketchup when you’re in there.”
Ryan nodded and walked away. As he neared the restaurant, his feet slowed and a single thought came to mind. What the hell was he doing?
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Date: 2007-07-03 01:00 am (UTC)I'm also really liking this glimpse into Cyril before the accident-I always liked when they did that on the show.
And the references to the chicken nuggets and "prison food" were funny!
Hope to see the next chapter soon!
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Date: 2007-07-03 04:34 am (UTC)I actually am having an easier time writing pre-accident Cyril more than Cyril in Oz - like with Dino, I have a bit more free rein with him.
And the references to the chicken nuggets and "prison food" were funny!
Didn't they seem to eat them every day in Oz? Crazy. Chicken nuggets and oranges - the staples of prison.
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-07-03 01:32 am (UTC)So, what the hell ARE they doing? *vbg*
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Date: 2007-07-03 04:19 am (UTC)And the answer to the other question: hell if I know.
(Okay, yeah, I actually do know the next five minutes of their lives - beyond that I haven't got a clue)