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Title: Maff-ia
Rating: We’ll go for 15.
Part: 8/a good number I reckon
Pairing: Eventual JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
A/N: Sorry it took a while, and is quite short.
I follow him, keeping my distance as I watch him getting into a car on the opposite side of the road from me. Once he’s in I quickly jump into Charlie’s car and follow him, a couple of cars between us both. If this was a film, it’d probably have some tense music on right about now to portray my feelings. I don’t even know what the hell I’m supposed to be doing. Well granted I worked out that if he’s a rat then I have to… well, um, what do I do? I know I have to do something, but how far I have to go is a different question.
Knowing me I’ll just drive off and go tell Charlie rather than dealing with it, and he’ll get annoyed with me and then I’ll get… actually, that’s not even worth thinking about. I sigh heavily as he takes a turning off the road and into what looks like a warehouse thing, with lots of free ground around. Once I pull into it myself I notice that large building I saw anyway, then in the distance is the start of water. He gets quite close to the water and then parks his car, gets out and then runs behind the building.
I stop the car just before you come to the building so that they can’t hear the car coming and then get out, walking carefully along the side of the building. I’m careful not to make much sound as I come to the end as I hear muttered voices and I can sense that the guy, and whoever he’s with, is close. I press my back against the wall and listen in, noticing how heavy my breathing is.
Hopefully, they won’t here that.
“What you got for us Tom?” Comes a growl, and I can tell by the accent that this isn’t one of ‘us’, ha, I’m sounding like I’m part of it when really I’m not. Okay, stay on track Mathew.
“Where’s my stuff first?” I have to hold back a giggle at this, but he just doesn’t sound threatening in the slightest and you can tell he’s trying to be, but it just comes out as a whine.
“Here.” I hear a rustling of some sort, then a few moments of silence. If they come round this corner… I’m a dead man. “Now tell us what you know.”
“Well, Charlie is too busy stirring things with the Triads on the outside of town, they don’t have a clue what to do next, they’re messed up, no way out of it. Whilst over with Daniel and Douglas the other side of town you’ve got them with their hands full over that drug raid that happened down with Damon and they’re weak at the moment and prone to an attack of some sort because the mess they’ve got over on Regent Avenue is still going on.”
“Is anything major about to go down?”
“Not there, too busy with other things going on, like I said they’re weak right now.”
“Right, here’s your shit. I’ll be giving you a call soon.” The man growls, still not seemingly very happy with what he’s been told. I hear his footsteps getting quieter and I thank god that he isn’t coming this way.
Hang on, this really is my cue to make him ‘wish he never met us’, isn’t it? Crap. Taking a long drawn out breath I pull away from the wall and step around so I can see him again. I can feel my heart thudding heavily against the inside of my chest as short shallow breaths escape my lips making cold puffs off air escape quickly. His back is to me, and I realise that maybe my best chance is to just do something now, be a coward and do things the easy way, but I soon give up on that.
“Oi,” I snap at him and he jerks up in surprise dropping what looks to be a precious stash of cocaine to the floor. His eyes widen as he sees me, and I get the impression that maybe he recognises me. Maybe because he saw me in the club of something or something earlier.
I don’t wait for him to react anything more than that and grab him by the collar, slamming him up against the side of the building. Keeping pressed firmly against it I scowl at him, trying to show anger in my eyes even though I really don’t feel it. I’m sure if I knew anything about what was going on, then I would. But I don’t have a clue so all I can feel is… normal. Like how you feel when something bad has happened on the news, sure if it was happening to you, you’d be crying like a baby, but it’s someone you don’t know so you just feel a twinge of sadness. It’s just like that.
But to make him scared, I keep up the ‘pissed off’ role… kind of like being an actor in a way. Well, I guess that’s what I am, I’m not part of the mafia really, I’m just pretending to be at this point in time. “What the fuck was that?” I growl at him, making sure he can’t escape my grasp even though I can feel him trying to.
“W-wh-what?” He stutters and I can sense the fear on him.
“You know fucking what!” I yell. You know what’s funny about this? I know .I don’t sound scary and yet I know this guy’s still shitting himself. Mind you that’s a much better outcome that him being a hard-knock and just knocking me out cold with one punch.
He doesn’t answer, just screws his eyes up and cowers away. I pull his face back to face me and then take my hand away, but as soon as I do that his face moves away from mine. “Well?” I ask, not shifting.
He still doesn’t answer, and I can tell by the look on his face that he’s just waiting to get hit. I don’t know where I get the force from, but I smack him square in the jaw with a tightly clenched fist. It knocks his face to the side and his mouth gapes opens. I’m shocked at myself at the amount of power I put behind it, especially when I feel no anger, but there we go.
“You know what? That was the force of someone who doesn’t give a shit what you do. Just imagine what someone like Charlie does when he gets his hands on you! Just watch out, cause anything else happens I can guarantee Charlie would fucking kill you. No, wait, he wouldn’t give you the easy way out, he’d just make you’re life a living hell.” I spit this all at him, and then let go of him and he staggers a bit.
Turning my back on him I walk round the corner and jog up to the car before he has time to truly grasp what I said, or even worse, try and fight back. Remind me, why did I get involved in all this crap?
Rating: We’ll go for 15.
Part: 8/a good number I reckon
Pairing: Eventual JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
A/N: Sorry it took a while, and is quite short.
I follow him, keeping my distance as I watch him getting into a car on the opposite side of the road from me. Once he’s in I quickly jump into Charlie’s car and follow him, a couple of cars between us both. If this was a film, it’d probably have some tense music on right about now to portray my feelings. I don’t even know what the hell I’m supposed to be doing. Well granted I worked out that if he’s a rat then I have to… well, um, what do I do? I know I have to do something, but how far I have to go is a different question.
Knowing me I’ll just drive off and go tell Charlie rather than dealing with it, and he’ll get annoyed with me and then I’ll get… actually, that’s not even worth thinking about. I sigh heavily as he takes a turning off the road and into what looks like a warehouse thing, with lots of free ground around. Once I pull into it myself I notice that large building I saw anyway, then in the distance is the start of water. He gets quite close to the water and then parks his car, gets out and then runs behind the building.
I stop the car just before you come to the building so that they can’t hear the car coming and then get out, walking carefully along the side of the building. I’m careful not to make much sound as I come to the end as I hear muttered voices and I can sense that the guy, and whoever he’s with, is close. I press my back against the wall and listen in, noticing how heavy my breathing is.
Hopefully, they won’t here that.
“What you got for us Tom?” Comes a growl, and I can tell by the accent that this isn’t one of ‘us’, ha, I’m sounding like I’m part of it when really I’m not. Okay, stay on track Mathew.
“Where’s my stuff first?” I have to hold back a giggle at this, but he just doesn’t sound threatening in the slightest and you can tell he’s trying to be, but it just comes out as a whine.
“Here.” I hear a rustling of some sort, then a few moments of silence. If they come round this corner… I’m a dead man. “Now tell us what you know.”
“Well, Charlie is too busy stirring things with the Triads on the outside of town, they don’t have a clue what to do next, they’re messed up, no way out of it. Whilst over with Daniel and Douglas the other side of town you’ve got them with their hands full over that drug raid that happened down with Damon and they’re weak at the moment and prone to an attack of some sort because the mess they’ve got over on Regent Avenue is still going on.”
“Is anything major about to go down?”
“Not there, too busy with other things going on, like I said they’re weak right now.”
“Right, here’s your shit. I’ll be giving you a call soon.” The man growls, still not seemingly very happy with what he’s been told. I hear his footsteps getting quieter and I thank god that he isn’t coming this way.
Hang on, this really is my cue to make him ‘wish he never met us’, isn’t it? Crap. Taking a long drawn out breath I pull away from the wall and step around so I can see him again. I can feel my heart thudding heavily against the inside of my chest as short shallow breaths escape my lips making cold puffs off air escape quickly. His back is to me, and I realise that maybe my best chance is to just do something now, be a coward and do things the easy way, but I soon give up on that.
“Oi,” I snap at him and he jerks up in surprise dropping what looks to be a precious stash of cocaine to the floor. His eyes widen as he sees me, and I get the impression that maybe he recognises me. Maybe because he saw me in the club of something or something earlier.
I don’t wait for him to react anything more than that and grab him by the collar, slamming him up against the side of the building. Keeping pressed firmly against it I scowl at him, trying to show anger in my eyes even though I really don’t feel it. I’m sure if I knew anything about what was going on, then I would. But I don’t have a clue so all I can feel is… normal. Like how you feel when something bad has happened on the news, sure if it was happening to you, you’d be crying like a baby, but it’s someone you don’t know so you just feel a twinge of sadness. It’s just like that.
But to make him scared, I keep up the ‘pissed off’ role… kind of like being an actor in a way. Well, I guess that’s what I am, I’m not part of the mafia really, I’m just pretending to be at this point in time. “What the fuck was that?” I growl at him, making sure he can’t escape my grasp even though I can feel him trying to.
“W-wh-what?” He stutters and I can sense the fear on him.
“You know fucking what!” I yell. You know what’s funny about this? I know .I don’t sound scary and yet I know this guy’s still shitting himself. Mind you that’s a much better outcome that him being a hard-knock and just knocking me out cold with one punch.
He doesn’t answer, just screws his eyes up and cowers away. I pull his face back to face me and then take my hand away, but as soon as I do that his face moves away from mine. “Well?” I ask, not shifting.
He still doesn’t answer, and I can tell by the look on his face that he’s just waiting to get hit. I don’t know where I get the force from, but I smack him square in the jaw with a tightly clenched fist. It knocks his face to the side and his mouth gapes opens. I’m shocked at myself at the amount of power I put behind it, especially when I feel no anger, but there we go.
“You know what? That was the force of someone who doesn’t give a shit what you do. Just imagine what someone like Charlie does when he gets his hands on you! Just watch out, cause anything else happens I can guarantee Charlie would fucking kill you. No, wait, he wouldn’t give you the easy way out, he’d just make you’re life a living hell.” I spit this all at him, and then let go of him and he staggers a bit.
Turning my back on him I walk round the corner and jog up to the car before he has time to truly grasp what I said, or even worse, try and fight back. Remind me, why did I get involved in all this crap?