Great Risks - Part 14
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cmk418Title: Great Risks
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani
Rating: R (language, violence, mentions of past misdeeds)
Word Count: 411
A/N: I didn't expect to be posting this so quickly after the last one, but the muse was good to me.
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All other parts can be found here.
“Jesus, fuck!” Ryan screamed, trying to cover the knife gash in his thigh. “Fucking Cyril and his fucking ideas!”
“You’re gonna be okay, kid,” Patrick reasoned from his position in the driver’s seat.
“Fuck you. You’re not the one bleeding. Tell me why, Patrick. Why Cyril suddenly decided to move my ass into Chinatown when Jimmy or Bill coulda done it.”
“It was for your safety. Your brother...”
“Does this look fuckin’ safe to you?”
“Maybe it’d be better if you calm down.”
“Oh, would it? Would it?” Ryan screeched.
“For God’s sake, Ryan, my wife didn’t whine this much when she was birthing our first.”
Ryan winced in pain and ground out, “That’s cause she knew it wasn’t yours.”
“Shut it or I’ll leave your ass at County.” Patrick sighed. “Your brother thought you were getting a little too exposed where you were. They see you out there again and Schibetta’ll have a bullet in you before your foot touches the pavement in his neighborhood.”
Ryan grimaced. Cyril didn’t know shit about his business. There was no way the Italians would make a move without Ryan knowing, not now with-
“Here. Take this.” Patrick reached into the glove compartment and withdrew a bottle of pills.
“What is it?
“Does it matter?”
“You’ve been holding out,” said Ryan, taking one.
“I had been hoping that you’d toughen up.”
The pain hit Ryan fresh and he inhaled sharply. “Do they teach those assholes how to maximize pain at Kung Fu school or something? You don’t see no self-respecting Irishman drawing it out.”
“You want me to remind you about Anaya?”
“That fucker had it coming for what he did to Jenny.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Well, it’s a bad fucking example.” Ryan turned his head to stare out the window. Patrick drove a few blocks in silence before Ryan spoke up again. “Wonder if they reattached ‘em for the wake. Do they do that sort of thing?”
“I don’t know.”
“Cause being buried without them doesn’t seem right somehow.”
“Why are you still talking about this?”
“You brought it up.”
“Well, aren’t you getting sleepy or something?”
“Seems too early to sleep. What time is it?”
“Ten-fifteen.”
“See? Yeah, night’s just getting started. I should be... I should be...” Something flitted on the edge of his mind. Something that was important, but he couldn’t catch hold of it.
“You should be in bed,” stated Patrick.
“Seems about right,” mumbled Ryan, closing his eyes.
NEXT
Pairing: Ryan O’Reily/Dino Ortolani
Rating: R (language, violence, mentions of past misdeeds)
Word Count: 411
A/N: I didn't expect to be posting this so quickly after the last one, but the muse was good to me.
PREVIOUS
All other parts can be found here.
“Jesus, fuck!” Ryan screamed, trying to cover the knife gash in his thigh. “Fucking Cyril and his fucking ideas!”
“You’re gonna be okay, kid,” Patrick reasoned from his position in the driver’s seat.
“Fuck you. You’re not the one bleeding. Tell me why, Patrick. Why Cyril suddenly decided to move my ass into Chinatown when Jimmy or Bill coulda done it.”
“It was for your safety. Your brother...”
“Does this look fuckin’ safe to you?”
“Maybe it’d be better if you calm down.”
“Oh, would it? Would it?” Ryan screeched.
“For God’s sake, Ryan, my wife didn’t whine this much when she was birthing our first.”
Ryan winced in pain and ground out, “That’s cause she knew it wasn’t yours.”
“Shut it or I’ll leave your ass at County.” Patrick sighed. “Your brother thought you were getting a little too exposed where you were. They see you out there again and Schibetta’ll have a bullet in you before your foot touches the pavement in his neighborhood.”
Ryan grimaced. Cyril didn’t know shit about his business. There was no way the Italians would make a move without Ryan knowing, not now with-
“Here. Take this.” Patrick reached into the glove compartment and withdrew a bottle of pills.
“What is it?
“Does it matter?”
“You’ve been holding out,” said Ryan, taking one.
“I had been hoping that you’d toughen up.”
The pain hit Ryan fresh and he inhaled sharply. “Do they teach those assholes how to maximize pain at Kung Fu school or something? You don’t see no self-respecting Irishman drawing it out.”
“You want me to remind you about Anaya?”
“That fucker had it coming for what he did to Jenny.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Well, it’s a bad fucking example.” Ryan turned his head to stare out the window. Patrick drove a few blocks in silence before Ryan spoke up again. “Wonder if they reattached ‘em for the wake. Do they do that sort of thing?”
“I don’t know.”
“Cause being buried without them doesn’t seem right somehow.”
“Why are you still talking about this?”
“You brought it up.”
“Well, aren’t you getting sleepy or something?”
“Seems too early to sleep. What time is it?”
“Ten-fifteen.”
“See? Yeah, night’s just getting started. I should be... I should be...” Something flitted on the edge of his mind. Something that was important, but he couldn’t catch hold of it.
“You should be in bed,” stated Patrick.
“Seems about right,” mumbled Ryan, closing his eyes.
NEXT
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Date: 2008-01-25 02:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-01-30 09:04 am (UTC)Please go back to watching angsty stuff so there can be a chapter of the two boys getting some-love,I mean.
Actually, I did love this chapter in spite of the star crossed lovers getting star crossed again!
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Date: 2008-01-30 02:31 pm (UTC)Oh yeah, the angst is going to be rolling for a bit - Dino's not going to be the happiest of campers for being stood up. And that's all I'm saying.