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good things will happen 💫

things that are meant to be will fall into place 💫

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No worse feeling than having a full conversation with someone and you think they're engaged in it with you, only to learn they actually weren't engaged at all and actually wanted you to stop talking, and now you're sat there wondering whether or not everything you've said in the last two weeks has been genuine conversation, or people just too polite to say 'I don't care about what you're interested in, please shut the fuck up'...

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Last night's Halloween Party costume! 11th Doctor goodness! I actually had the entire costume as regular clothes, I just had to sew the fez quickly! I never thought that t-shirt and blazer would become the reason I get to go to one of the best nights I've had as a 'new' Amy (2.5 years of therapy to undo all the shit that came from people telling me I'm not enough and will never be enough, but am also too much?? Make it make sense), but there we go. Two Amy Universes (merch wearing teen Amy and preppy dress and blazer wearing Amy) come together to make something new and even better!

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No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 27

This one might be the end. It might not. I'm going to go back and re-read everything, because believe it or not, I wrote this without a plan at all.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/127886374

Teddy was indeed a man of his word. He did fuck my brains dumb, and then he fed me, and then he took a hold of me in ways I didn’t think I’d ever been taken hold in. Of? See, I told you – he fucked me dumb. So dumb that I still apparently can’t form a full, coherent sentence.

The morning after was when Teddy relented. He woke me up with rather minty morning breath, and then – asking full consent before he did so – slipped his hand down my stomach and turned me right on again. He woke me slowly, with kisses everywhere he could reach before he rolled on top of me and slid himself into me easily… because of course, with the morning haze, I was fully prepared and ready for him. I must have fallen asleep again (or he’d knocked me clean out again), because I woke up a little while later to the smell of waffles, and the sound of plates clinking.

I made my way into the bathroom and took a shower already, then dressed comfortably for the day. I padded quietly through to the kitchen, and found that the double doors to the roof top terrasse were open. I felt a faint trickle of guilt slip down into my stomach. We hadn’t really used the roof terrasse after Teddy’s incident… but since Teddy had done something to me for months, I realised I couldn’t be sure of any single memory I had of him. So, I made my way out there, and found Teddy on the phone, surveying his empire.

“Sure. Call me when it’s done.” He passed a hand over his hair and sighed. A young woman in a cleaning-type apron was setting a breakfast out. Just two seats at the table overlooking Teddy’s little slice of the world which he controlled. I felt like baby Simba watching Mufasa work his kingdom. Everything the light touches is yours… well, I knew everything the light still shone on in my brain was mine… but for the rest? All shadowy dark areas I had no idea about at all. “I know, but I can’t be there today. I promised (Y/N) we could talk for a bit about stuff, and I don’t know how it’s gonna fucking go. I think you can handle a couple runners, Mack, come on.” Teddy put the phone down after a moment.

The woman gestured for me to sit.

“No habla inglese,” she said a little meekly. I nodded, and took a seat.

“Gracias,” I murmured. She smiled pleasantly, and when I continued in Spanish (albeit rudimentary Spanish), she broke into a full grin. “I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m (Y/N). I’m married to Teddy.” I had forgotten the Spanish for spouse.

“I know who you are.” She bowed her head. “Would you like some coffee? Or tea? I am just waiting for the hot food to cook.”

“Please,” I said. Teddy was watching me. “Have you worked for Teddy long?”

“Yes.” She picked up an insulated pot and poured me a cup of coffee. “Many years. But you were either sleeping, or out when I come to clean. I don’t speak English, you see, so Mr Lobo always asked me to come and clean when you were out.” She served me some berries, and some other fruits. I thanked her again. “But you were also sleeping a lot. So I did not disturb you.”

“Right…” I sipped my coffee. “What is your name?”

“Monica,” she smiled.

“Monica here is an absolute angel,” Teddy said, in near-perfect Spanish. But for the soft American twang he had when he spoke, I’d have thought he was Spanish. “She’s really done a lot for me over the years. She works hard, she’s reliable and trustworthy… and she’s an excellent cook, too. Always finds the best berries.” Teddy took a seat and helped himself to the berries.

“Gracias, Senor Lobo,” Monica smiled.

“How’re you feeling, beautiful?” He switched to English. Monica took it as her cue to leave us and check on the food.

“Oh, I’m beautiful now?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“You always were.”

“Funny. Yesterday morning, you couldn’t stand me being needy.”

“Because you were being fucking needy. Now you’re not. You’re all cute –“

“You mean you’ve finally had a decent fuck and you’re feeling benevolent.”

“Put those claws away, sweetheart.” Teddy’s eyes flashed annoyance, but like an adult dog with a puppy, he let it slide with a small warning. “Or I won’t be feeling so benevolent…”

“Got it.” I looked around as Teddy poured himself some coffee. “First thing I really want to know is whether you actually did nearly throw yourself off the roof that day.” Teddy looked at me as he took a sip.

“Well…” He sighed. “What do you remember?”

“I remember you were coming off the coke, and you climbed up on the railing and slipped, because it was raining. And I grabbed you and hauled you in.”

“Huh. Right.” He set his cup down. “Not entirely what happened. But I’ll get to that.”

“Go on, then.”

“Let’s wait for Monica to bring the food. Then I’ll tell you everything while we eat.”

Teddy

In a way, Teddy had been waiting for this day to come. The day that (Y/N) would finally crack that what had actually happened, versus that beautiful perception of an addled, swimming brain. And indeed, the two were not entirely joined together. In fact, there was a lot of stuff that (Y/N) remembered just plain wrongly, rather than slightly off. Teddy ate a little quicker than (Y/N), so he ate his fill, then replenished his coffee.

“I’ll start from the beginning, ‘kay?” (Y/N) gave a nod, eating quietly.

Teddy took a breath in, leaning back. He turned his phone on silent, and placed it into his pocket. He stretched, and got himself comfy.

“When we were in the restaurant that day, I was on an enforcement job. Run of the mill, you know? We were there, me and the lads, because the people running it hadn’t paid up in a while, and one of the lads thought there was a mole. And a couple days before, I found out that one of my guys was the cousin of one of the restaurant owners, and they’d been selling intel on us for a decent price, and then paying us to keep them safe. Meaning, keep their guy on the team. So I went over there to shake ‘em up a bit, and it got a little zany.

“I didn’t plan on kidnapping you, (Y/N). But when I saw you, I wanted to scare the shit out of you. But I also knew that, since I’d publicly killed your friend, and your body wouldn’t be found in the fray, that any rival gang would be out to get you. They’d be out for blood. Because you’d have seen things that day, and if the Sandersons had been selling info to more than one other family, they’d assume you knew shit. So, I had to keep you safe. But I also really wanted to break you down and make you part of our team. My mom and I understood that you were great at your job. Smart, clever, intelligent, and a good analyst. You would be very good on our team. But for that, we needed to turn you. I needed to turn you, honestly, mom wasn’t gonna do a fucking thing. But yeah. I know how to break people, and I did manage to break you pretty nicely.

“Once I had you wanting me, it was easy enough to start manipulating you. I put you on a light dosage of ketamine, to keep you a little pliable. I knew over the months – or weeks, I originally thought, but you didn’t fucking relent so it became months – I knew that you’d need higher doses, but I didn’t wanna have you addicted to it. So I kept your doses low, and sometimes skipped ‘em altogether. And in the end, you didn’t need any. I stopped dosing you completely recently.” He pressed his lips together, watching me eat for a second. “You didn’t make any moves to leave, aside from the fact that you thought my behaviour had changed outright. It hadn’t.” He took a moment to eat some of the food on his plate.

“Truth is, (Y/N), I wanted you for a shit long fucking time. And I wanted you on your knees and I wanted you to be yourself, your good little self... but those two together can’t exist. So I had to pick one. I wanted you to want me more than anything.” He drank some coffee and sat back, making it clear he wasn’t going to add anything further. (Y/N) watched him for a bit.

“I remember things from the past few months, Teddy,” (Y/N) said quietly, after a few tense moments of silence. “I have a lot of memories. Things that definitely happened to me.”

“Yeah.”

“So... alright. Fine. Let’s start with you coming off the coke.”

“Happened.” Teddy smiled. “You actually helped me with that.”

“Did I take the rest of it to your mom?”

“Yeah. You were a little out of it. But I was in a bad way with it. It’s addiction when you can’t fucking function without it… and my normal wasn’t fucking normal, was it?” he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “But you didn’t want me on it, so I got clean for you. And I got back to my old self.

“We went to see my mom when you were a little more lucid. I gave you slightly less. Gamble, by all means, but it paid off ‘cause you didn’t cause any shit, you know? You just kinda stood there and gave her the bag. You both spoke for a bit, and then I left because I realised I was crossing so many fucking lines I’d spent years drawing. And maybe this’ll answer another plot point for you, because you’d gotten way too fucking close for comfort with my professional life, too. Sure, your charity ideas were good – Villa Lobos for the dog shelter, and Loco Lobos for the youth centre have both taken off pretty well – but you were trying to pull me away from what I do best. Criminal activity. I fucking love being a criminal, (Y/N), and you were trying to stop me from doing that. So I faked a tantrum and left. I don’t know what you said to my mom properly, but when you came out… I was about ready to kill you.

“Speaking of killing you, I did also put you in the ICU. And I’ve never been more scared of losing something in my entire life. It was just after those jackasses had come in here and raped you into submission, and I lost my shit at them –“ he made a gesture with his hand “- and you told me I’d left you to them, as though I’d known there was a mole in the house who had keys to my apartment. I didn’t know, and it fucking hurt. But losing you hurt way, way more… I overstepped the line with it, (Y/N), and I spent so long there… Mom didn’t understand why I stayed by your say night and day, but I love you. Of course I stayed. I couldn’t imagine a life without you, not now.

“But going back to the original point… you learned a lot about my professional career, and I assume you thought you could make me only handle legal stuff. You learned a lot while you were pretty high, so I don’t know if you retained it or not… but at that point, I was dosing you up a little higher than before, just to keep you placid. You made a lot of notes, came up with your own ideas… it was incredible, really. I was proud. But I couldn’t justify giving up doing what I love doing. I love enforcing, (Y/N). I love watching people cower in pure fucking fear when I get ‘em on their fucking knees and stick a gun in their mouth. I love watching people piss and shit themselves… I love the rush of driving too fast through the streets. Get out the fucking way, or get fucking pancaked… I don’t care. People fear me and respect me, and that’s all I want out of life. I’m a simple person, at heart.” He gave (Y/N) a wolfish grin. “Just like my father.”

In truth, that’s all Teddy had ever wanted: to be just as powerful and great as his father. And if his mother would just step aside, he could have that. He could enjoy it, use the power to make New Orleans into something no-one in the states had ever seen before. He’d turned every single cop in the city onto his payroll. He had lines of import and export reaching the entire East Coast up to Canada, which was on his horizon as a new venture… but he’d needed someone like (Y/N) to be by his side for that. A partner (literally) in crime who could help him and who he could trust no matter what. Because a marriage usually meant both people trusted each other implicitly. And Teddy felt he could trust (Y/N). Especially now, after (Y/N) had made it clear there was no friendship with Quincy any more.

(Y/N) looked at Teddy with soft, gentle eyes.

“What about… the wedding? I remember that…” A tiny, barely there voice. Teddy felt a little bad.

“Yeah… it happened, baby.” He reached over and held his hand out. (Y/N) slid a soft palm into his. “It happened, and I’m fucking glad it did. But you were a little high. I still didn’t know if you’d accept me completely sober. After your performance with Quincy, I understand that you would have done.”

“You could have just asked me, Teddy.”

“And risk you saying no?” He smirked. (Y/N) coloured a little. “Look, I had my reasons for keeping you dosed up. Especially in the beginning. But… and maybe we need to address the issue of consent, too, actually. Because I might be a criminal, and I might hold no fucking value to human life… but I’m really not into fucking rape. No means no for me. Both ways. I say no to you, I fucking expect you to honour that. You say no to me, and I’ll honour that.” His face reflected the sincerity. “(Y/N), I can say honestly that I never took you against your will. You always wanted me. And I never touched you like that when I knew you were too out of it or high to make a full choice for yourself. A little buzzed? Sure, I’d take it. But there were times when you wanted me, and you were doped up, and I did nothing.”

(Y/N) stared at Teddy. Teddy said nothing.

“Right… right… okay…”

“I… I don’t know if that was an issue for you… but anything to do with our relationship… I’ve given you a full choice.” (Y/N) burst out laughing.

“You’ve just fucking said you kept me dosed up to make sure I didn’t fucking ditch you at the altar!” (Y/N) hissed, pushing back from the table. “How is that giving me a choice?!”

“Don’t – fucking spin out on me now!” Teddy growled. He stood. “Don’t. You could have said no, but you didn’t. I asked you when you were low dose –“

“I don’t give a fuck when you asked me! You said I had full choice – how was it full choice if I was coked up?!”

“You never fucking took cocaine!” Teddy hissed. He took a calming breath. “It was ketamine – look, (Y/N), if you fucking remember it, then it fucking happened that way. Alright?! Think about when you yelled at my mom for the coke. How does that memory sit?!” (Y/N) tried to remember, but couldn’t. Not fully. The memory was more like a loopy, woozy, drunk… thing… than anything else. But the wedding… that was clearer. Almost as though it was viewed through very tired eyes, but still - (Y/N) had a much more stable memory of it. Teddy held a hand up as (Y/N) backed off and sat back down.

“Right… and… and then… well… the only other thing I want to know about is the rooftop incident.” Teddy’s mouth twitched.

“Yeah… how… how exactly do you remember that?”

(Y/N)

As much as I hated to admit anything to myself, Teddy’s explanations made sense. But I had a much more stable memory of the rooftop incident, just a metre away from where we were sitting… and I remembered it well.

“Teddy?” I called, but no answer came. I felt a bit sick all of a sudden. “Teddy?”

Nothing.

I climbed up to the rooftop.

Teddy was sat on the railing.

Legs over the side the wrong fucking way.

SHIT.

The blueberries fell from my hand, rolling away.

He looked up at the sky, eyes closed. And he was swaying.

He was so, so close to falling. He slid a little, and startled, regaining his balance.

“TEDDY!”

It happened in slow motion, almost.

I don’t know if he slipped, or jumped. I don’t know if he was waiting for me to be there, or if I’d startled him. I don’t fucking know what happened, but I darted forward and grabbed him just as he slipped forwards. It took every single ounce of my strength to hold him in place – just hold him. My entire weight was back, I wasn’t even on my feet, I was just acting as a weight to keep Teddy from plunging down fuck knows how many floors to his death.

Because a fall like that would have pancaked him.

“Let me fucking go,” Teddy breathed, gripping my arms.

“Teddy - no -” I grappled back. He wasn’t trying to get away from me, though. He was holding me as much as I was holding him. I panicked. I fucking panicked. “Please - help me – fuck!” I felt him slipping. “TEDDY!”

“I can’t do it anymore, (Y/N),” Teddy said softly. “I’m... I can’t fucking do it... Just let me go... I fucking deserve to fucking die...”

“No - Teddy – please let’s talk about this!”

“You’re gonna fucking leave,” he whined.

“Teddy, I won’t leave – I promise you I won’t leave! I’m here to stay, Teddy! I choose you! I – fucking love you!” I held on for dear life. Teddy slid a little more, his legs flailing. I could feel his heart racing in his chest as he scrambled for purchase, a strangled cry leaving his throat.

Whatever depressive episode he’d just been through, the fog started to leave him as fear and adrenaline took over.

I managed to get my feet on the railing and, with the last of my strength, I pushed everything I had onto my feet. It worked. Teddy lifted up, and I felt backwards with him, both of us landing hard on the ground. I was winded, but he rolled off me and I pinned him down. I didn’t realise the tears that were pouring down my cheeks until Teddy swiped them away.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped. “I’m so sorry!” He trembled violently as he clung to me, and I to him, lying there on the wet decking of the terrasse. “I’m sorry - (Y/N) I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!”

“It’s - no, Teddy, don’t apologise, baby boy, it’s alright,” I breathed, pushing my face into his chest. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving as a panic attack, and the terrorised realisation of what he’d almost just done, hit him like a train. And he started to sob properly, far deeper and more gut-wrenchingly than I’d ever seen anyone cry before. He held me, as the mist around us turned to rain.

If we’d waited just a few seconds more, he’d have slipped out of my grasp.

Teddy fucking Lobo would be dead.

How could I forget that? Teddy Lobo, plunging to his death?! Almost slipping from my grasp?! I wished I could show Teddy what I remembered.

“I… you were… on the railing,” I said softly. “And I just about stopped you from slipping.” I looked at him, my heart racing. The memory had that edge to it, that weird, loopy edge that made everything dance. But the parts that were clear… me, clinging to Teddy in the rain. Someone holding someone against a railing… the smell of him through the rain… the fear in his eyes… “You were sitting on the railing…”

“No, (Y/N).” Teddy took my hands. “You were on that railing. And I had to climb over to get you.” He stood and took me with him. What I saw knocked the breath from me. There was a ledge, easily accessible if you climbed over. And then, a sheer drop. Almost like an overhang. But there was enough room for someone to stand there comfortably without needing safety harnesses or whatever… And I could see scratches on some of the ledge where something had dug in. “You were there. Sitting right there, legs dangling over. I climbed over to get you, because it was raining, and honestly, if you’d fucking fallen, I’d have jumped after you. And I grabbed you and got you over the railing… but I slipped, climbing back over, and you wouldn’t let me go. I wasn’t in danger, and it was sweet… but you were so high. So fucking high. I couldn’t move you for a while. Every time I tried, you just seized up and melted, and I couldn’t drag you because when I fucking tried that, you let out this piercing fucking scream.” He held both of my hands tightly. “I fucking hate heights, (Y/N).”

I had to laugh. God, I had to fucking laugh. How could I not laugh? But Teddy waited patiently while my little episode passed.

“And I’m clean now?” A slow, sage nod. “Right…”

“And since you’re clean, I want to ask you if you want to stay here with me, and be mine… let me romance you and show you what I would have done if you’d been fucking normal, and not a good little cop… or if you want out.”

My heart stopped. I wanted out? If I wanted out? He couldn’t be serious… Teddy wouldn’t let me go…?

“I… out?” I asked.

“Yeah. I mean… I love you, (Y/N). And in my fantasies, when I first saw you… I wanted you to be mine just because you wanted me. I wanted to pick you up and charm you the good old-fashioned way. Dinner dates, fun reckless shit, then hot sex in the car…” He chuckled, stroking my cheek. “But you had to go and be a cop… and be a good cop at that.”

“I don’t know, Teddy…”

“Look. If I could do it over again, I’d probably try to win you over. But with Quincy and Chandler in your ears, I wouldn’t have stood a chance.”

“You’re right. You wouldn’t have done, because I found that fucking car hideous, and I hated the thing inside it.” I looked at him. See, the look he was giving me now… no-one but me got that look. And all the stable memories of Teddy, ones from before the drugs, they all had that look. Whenever I showed up on a crime scene, he’d give me that look as he drove away. Or if I saw him on the street, he’d give me that look… and he gave me that look when I first submitted to him. Because I remember that day vividly. The day I’d decided that he wasn’t so bad. That I was fighting for nothing.

A life with Teddy could be miles better than the life I had before him.

“Please tell me what you’re thinking,” he said softly. He took both my hands again.

“Alright…” I took a breath. “I’m thinking of my life before you took me. My run-down house with barely enough cash to foot the bills each month. Wondering if I was going to get killed every day. Wondering what would happen to my place if I couldn’t make the rent… listening to Rebecca go on about you as if you were the only thing left in the world to discuss. No hobbies, no real life outside of being a cop…” I sighed. “I looked back and kinda realise just how boring it all was. But with you, I can do something. I know I’ve said this before… but I can, can’t I? I can actually do the charity work. Open hospitals and schools… you’ll give me money for that sort of thing, right?” Teddy nodded. “And we’ve already set up Loco Lobos, we’re funding Villa Lobos…” more nodding. “I could have leisure time. A nice place to live. No stress over where my next meal is coming from at the end of the month…”

“Exactly.” Teddy’s voice was soft.

“And… and it wouldn’t matter that the money comes from dirty sources. Because you can always trace it back to dirty sources, no matter where it comes from…” I sighed. The world, I realised in that moment, was far bigger than me. And truly, fighting Teddy so abundantly every day wasn’t going to help me, or anyone else. Truly.

I know I’ve already come to this realisation… but something about the finality of this moment made it even more real.

I genuinely couldn’t do anything without the backing of an empire like the Lobo empire.

I was a single tiny pixel on a huge screen. If I went out, the screen would keep playing the picture. But if an entire empire went out, like the amount of pixels the Lobo empire must take up… well, that would do far more damage to the picture.

And then… then I had to ask myself if I could live without Teddy. If I could live in a city knowing Teddy could burn around the corner. I thought back to the months I’d spent as a cop, working against him. And I had to admit that there was a tiny little thrill deep inside me that made me hope Teddy would notice me. Perhaps that had once been some weird kind of sick desire to fight… but maybe I’d misinterpreted it. Maybe it was lust. The tattoos were my cup of coffee, for sure. As was his hair… his fashion choices were a little too ostentatious for me… but the rest of it? Teddy’s lifestyle? The power he held? The way he held himself, the way he… the way he just was. Could I live without that?

“So, (Y/N)?” he asked again. “Do you want to stay with me, or no? Do you want out?”

I swallowed.

“That all really depends,” I whispered. “Did I imagine the sex being as good as it was, or was it genuinely fucking mind-blowing?” I took a step forward, reached up, and kissed Teddy. He tasted like the fucking berries he’d eaten. Intoxicating raspberries and blueberries… the motherfucker.

“There’s only one way to find out, baby,” he purred.

“Then blow my fucking mind,” I grinned. Teddy picked me up and whisked me off to the bedroom.

Because of course I couldn’t leave. Not now. Not after all he’d put me through.

The old me was dead. Teddy had killed me and made room for the real me.

I couldn’t leave.

I am (Y/N) Lobo. And that’s who I was always meant to be.

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No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 26

I am SO sorry this took so long! Life has been a little zany, but I finally found a couple of hours to sit and get this out. Enjoy!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/127072828

Keeping my head clear was one thing when I was at home, in Teddy’s apartment, surrounded by things that I understood and felt comfortable with. But being in the Lobo mansion, surrounded by Teddy’s thugs and Bellafrancesca’s men... the atmosphere felt explosive, and not in a good way. But I needed to remember that I wasn’t the person I was before.

I didn’t know who the fuck I was, to be honest, but there was little I could do about it.

The most I could do was prepare myself for the worst, where Rebecca would be half-dead. And so, that’s what I did. I imagined Rebecca in the worst positions, half-dead, skin flayed off, bloodied and gored and hurting real bad. I went over the top, letting my thoughts run as wild as I dared. It worked, because as Teddy led me down the long corridor towards the office I knew so well.

When we went inside, Rebecca was sitting on a sofa. Sure, there were two men either side of her, with their guns casually-trained on her temples, fingers ready on the trigger, safety off… and she was calm. Completely calm. What I couldn’t see were the deep bruises from where Mandy Lobo had done a number on her. But I was about to learn.

“Ah! Teddy, (Y/N),” Bellafrancesca smiled. She embraced Teddy, kissing his cheeks before turning to me and doing the same. I let her. It felt natural. Even if I remembered her being against the wedding… or had she been? Had she disliked me? Had I imagined that?

I shook it off – I couldn’t think about that now. Teddy had told me to blow his mind. And with Rebecca sat there, I had to think about that, and only that. How to blow his mind.

“Didn’t think I’d see you in our midst again, Officer!” Teddy beamed, moving to the drinks cart. He poured out two glasses, returning to me with one. “Rum, baby. Watered down. It’ll settle your stomach a bit.” He smiled at me, only this time, it was warm and gentle. I smiled up at him. I hated no longer knowing what he wanted from me… but then, had I ever?

“Thank you, Teddy,” I said gently. He kissed my cheek, and guided me to one of the armchairs.

“You are unwell, (Y/N)?” Bellafrancesca looked at me with concern. I shook my head.

“No. I just ate something that didn’t quite agree with me, that’s all.” I sipped the rum. Teddy was right; it did help. It also soothed my nerves a bit, too. Rebecca was glaring at me, unblinking. The faint redness of a fresh beating lined her cheekbone and eye socket. I pressed my lips together as Teddy perched himself on the arm of my chair, leaning back, his hand resting behind me. If we’d been on the sofa, it would have been an arm around my shoulders.

“Rebecca here would like to know what happened to (Y/N).” Bellafrancesca gestured towards me. As the room turned to me, I realised it was a test of loyalty. A test of how suicidal I was, I guess. Only I knew Teddy would be the one to kill me if I did the wrong thing. Whatever the fuck that actually was. I sipped my drink.

“Well, Rebecca, you can see I’m perfectly fine,” I smiled. “A little ill, today, but otherwise fine.” I cleared my throat, and sipped my drink again.

“You went… missing for… months…” Rebecca breathed. It was obvious now why she was so still. If she breathed too hard, it would hurt potentially broken ribs.

“I did. And I told them to tell you – the FBI, I mean. The team who told me to leave.” I looked at her. In my peripheral, I saw Teddy relax a little. Okay, right footing… “But I guess they didn’t.” I sat forward. “I guess I can tell her the truth now, right, baby?” I looked up at Teddy, and he gestured with his glass to Rebecca.

“Go right ahead.”

I took a breath. Rebecca’s eyes had softened.

“You remember the day Katie got shot?” A curt nod. “Well, I saw things from a rival gang in that restaurant that put me in danger. Teddy grabbed me out of there in the chaos, thinking I was one of his people. We only realised when I got into the car. The FBI got involved when they thought it was a hostage situation – and, admittedly, I also thought it was a hostage situation, until we got to the safe house – but we all agreed it would be safer to just talk. So we did. And we learned that the people Katie and I had gone to check out were traffickers and drugs smugglers, but that they wanted my ass for stopping them. And Teddy’s ass, too. Since Teddy had a good knowledge of them, and their rings, and I needed to leave the state until they were stopped, they put us both undercover over in Florida.” I licked my lips. It was easy, lying like that. Inventing a story that could have happened, if I believed it hard enough. Because what was the alternative? I tell her he kidnapped me, kept me in his little torture chamber and I fell in love with him? I sipped my drink. Teddy placed a hand on the nape of my neck, massaging those tight spots lightly. It felt really good.

“And then what?” Rebecca breathed, wincing.

“And then… I got to know him. I got to see other sides of him, Rebecca.” I swapped my glass into my other hand and reached up for Teddy’s hand. He gave it to me, and I kissed it. “I got to see a different Teddy. A soft, gentle Teddy. Someone who can handle an entire empire without blinking…” I looked up at him. “Someone who can juggle things and people and business and money, and be on coke withdrawal, and still manage to thrive.” He smiled at me. “And I fell. I fell pretty fucking hard for him.” I looked at Rebecca. “That… and the tattoos really fucking helped.” I finished my drink and Teddy took the glass from me as I stood. “See, Rebecca… all the shit you made me believe about the Lobos… yet their reach is huge. Their empire is unrivalled. And I don’t know anything or anyone that can top it. They’re powerful, but they care for each other. And Teddy wanted me by his side. How could I say no? When he’d kept me safe for months in another state? Not knowing what was happening over here?”

“So you’re a… criminal… too?” Rebecca said quietly.

“Maybe I am. But Teddy made some sacrifices for me, too.” I stood in front of her. “Like his drugs. He got clean for me. And gave up seeing other people, too. Remained faithful.” I bit my lip. “Married me without a prenup, too. What’s his is mine, what’s mine is his… even though he’s brought far more to the relationship than I ever could.” I linked my fingers in front of me. “But Rebecca… we were fighting a war we had no chance of winning. We were like Belgium in World War 1, taking dogs pulling canons into battle because they refused to prepare because they didn’t want to fight.”

“They… killed… my father –“

“And your father killed Ritchie Lobo.” I pressed my lips together. “But you always leave that part of the fucking story out.” I glared back at her. “As far as I’m concerned, Rebecca, it’s even. Your father killed Ritchie, so they killed your father. Eye for a eye. And sure, that eventually makes the world blind, but only if you keep fighting.” I crouched down in front of her. “You lost, Rebecca. We lost. We lost well before we even started. I just learned that and put my weapons down and embraced the flow.” I placed a hand gently on her knee. “I really suggest you do the same. Join us, Rebecca. Join me. Because unless you’re willing to take on the entire southern USA…” I trailed off. She looked down, and then back at me. Something in her was about to break.

“And if I don’t?” Her lips barely moved enough to form the words.

“If you don’t… then we’ll give you no other choice.” I smiled at her sadly. Perhaps it was all an act. But no-one had stopped me, yet. “And I don’t mean we’ll kill you. That would be too kind. You already know too much, Rebecca. What I’ve told you today, you could use that to help the police stop us. Even the FBI wanted to look at the books… but they left us alone when they got another crime empire. A lesser one, but an empire nonetheless.”

“Then what…” Rebecca couldn’t finish her sentence. The pain, whatever they’d done to her, was too great.

“What will we do to you?” A small nod. “Sweetheart… we’ll keep you suspended in a world somewhere between life and death. And all you’ll know…” I ran my hand up her leg, finding a tender spot (she winced). “Is pain.” I pressed, and Rebecca recoiled, screaming. But the scream hurt her ribs, and she gasped as waves of pain unlike anything she’d probably ever felt washed over her. But even as she writhed away, I kept my hand there, pressing against the torn muscle beneath her skin.

It was official, then. The part of me that had been human was dead. Replaced with this Teddy-pleasing Lobo monster.

Rebecca’s face contorted in pain as she succumbed, almost. I kneeled up and took her face.

“Come on, sweetheart, take it. You’re strong, aren’t you?” I patted her cheek, and she looked at me side-eye. She was clammy, sweaty, trying to calm her breathing. “You can’t win this, sweetheart. We can heal you, and we can bring you to a point far beyond this… over and over again…” I smiled at her sadly. “I don’t want to do that to you. Not when you can just so easily end all this and do the normal thing.” I brushed her hair back from her forehead. “And you’ll be above even those assholes at the precinct who always shot you down for having ambition. There’s a ladder to climb here. Ambition with us gets you places… ambition with that lot gets you stamped out.” I turned, looking for a soft cloth. Brice handed me one. Damp. I thanked him as I pressed it against Rebecca’s forehead. “I don’t handle anything criminal, Rebecca. I don’t hurt people, I don’t kill people. I do charity work. Loco Lobos is the brainchild of me and Teddy. VillaLobos, the dog rescue – that’s now funded by us, too. There’s so much good you can do with us, Rebecca. But it’s your choice to make, darling. Join us, or suffer until your poor heart gives out.” Rebecca nodded. I don’t think she knew what she was nodding for, but she nodded. I wiped the rest of her face, then put the cloth resting across her forehead. She closed her eyes and succumbed properly to the pain. And then, I stood.

I turned, and Teddy appraised me.

“Well,” he murmured, pulling me to him by a bit of fabric on my jacket that he could reach. “I didn’t think you had that in you. My little liar…”

“Was it a lie, Teddy?” I asked softly. I took hold of the lapels of his jacket. “Was it all a lie?” I leaned in close. “Because the only lie I told was that the FBI was involved, and that we were in Florida… everything else was entirely true.” I kissed the hollow of his jaw, and he took my face and kissed me properly.

“We’ll discuss it later,” he murmured, stroking my cheek.

“Take Officer Quincy to the medical wing,” Bellafrancesca said. “Make sure she has the care she needs.” The men nodded and picked Rebecca up. “As for you, (Y/N). I hope you will join us for dinner tonight?” Teddy’s hand rested on the small of my back as he stood beside me.

“I’d love to,” I said softly. “And… and I was thinking. I know we didn’t see eye to eye in the beginning…” I swallowed. “But I’d like… I…” I looked down. Teddy had said blow his mind. I looked up, stepping towards Bellafrancesca. “I’d like to call you mom, if you’d let me? Since I don’t really have a mom present here…” I played with my fingers, twisting my rings around my finger. Bellafrancesca’s face contorted into something of wonder and a smile and sadness. And then she enveloped me into a tight hug.

“I thought you would never ask,” she murmured, holding me tightly. What I didn’t see was the little look she exchanged behind my back to Teddy. But I stepped back when she let me go. “How proud I am to see how far you have come, (Y/N). Into our family. Finally.” The emphasis on that ‘finally’… she’d been waiting for my total submission for a while, then. She took my face in her hands and grinned. “Finally, a true Lobo.”

“Thank you… mom.” I smiled at her, and I swear, tears welled up in her eyes. “I hope I can continue to make you proud.” She let me go, and I turned to Teddy.

“We should go, mom. But we’ll come back tonight for dinner, sure.” He took my hand in his. “You need anything else with Quincy or no?”

“Rebecca will be quite alright in our care. But if we struggle to convince her of our work, I will let you know.” Bellafrancesca kissed us both, Teddy still holding my hand. But his grip wasn’t tight and controlling. It was gentle. Just… holding hands. Just that.

“Alright. See you later.”

We left, and Teddy and I strolled through the corridors of the mansion to the exit, where I promptly felt my legs buckle. And I guess Teddy had expected it, because he caught me before I could hit the floor and take a tumble down the stairs. He held me up, encasing me entirely with his body. I pushed my face into his chest. That smell, the smell of him, of his cologne but also just of him… the smell that lingered behind the cologne, the smell that I’d woken up with and fallen asleep with… it was secure, grounding. Soothing. He ran his palm up and down my back, murmuring random sweet nothings.

“You good, baby?” I looked up at him, pushing back so I could lean against the wall.

“Well?” I asked, my voice surprisingly strong. “Did I succeed?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did I blow your little mind?” Teddy laughed, shaking his head as he swiped his thumb across his lower lip. Pushing his other hand into his pocket, he stepped forward and leaned against the wall, covering me with his body.

“You did.” His voice a growl, he looked down at me. “I didn’t expect you to hurt your little friend… I thought you might just spin some fucking tale… but you did a little more than that… how did you know she was hurting there, though?”

“She moved away from my hand a little bit. It was barely there, but she moved. I took a chance.” I looked up at him, feeling sick that I wanted his approval for this.

“And it paid off… she was ready to join us then and there…” he grinned down at me. “See, (Y/N), if we get Quincy to join us…” he dipped his head a little lower. “Then the world truly does belong to us…” He kissed me softly, chastely.

“And if the world belongs to us, we can do so much good.” I took the lapels of his jacket and smiled up at him hopefully. “I hope that still stands.”

“Course it does. The charity shit’s making bag. You were right.” He kissed me again, nuzzling my neck. “And before you fucking ask, you can still stay away from hurting people. Except Quincy. I might need you to step up again.”

“Well, she probably hates me after today anyway.” I rested my head back against the wall, sighing softly as Teddy continued to touch all the spots that usually got me going. “Teddy – n-not here –“

“Then let’s go home.” I squealed as he picked me up in a bridal carry and made light work of the steps. I often forgot how strong he’d become since he’d come off the coke. Because he had come off the coke – no-one had laughed at that when I’d said it. He was genuinely clean. And I supposed he planned to stay that way. Maybe the mental sharpness he had was nice for him… it was certainly nice for me, anyway.

Teddy set me down by the car, opening the door for me. Once I was inside, he slid over the hood of the car and turned gracefully, climbing in himself.

“Sexy,” I chuckled.

“Well, when your ball and chain’s being a fucking cock tease…” He turned the car on and threw it into drive before he’d even put his seatbelt on.

“So I’m a ball and chain, now?”

“Gilded handcuffs, then.”

“I’ll be an open road if you keep your end of the bargain, Teddy.”

As he turned onto the main highway, he surprisingly didn’t burn off with little regard for traffic law. I relaxed my naturally tight grip on the doorhandle, and looked at him.

“I made you a fucking promise, (Y/N). I intend to keep it, if you’re worried.”

“I am, a bit.”

“You don’t fucking trust me anymore?!”

“I… I do… just –“

“Fucking trust me, baby. I made a promise to you. You blow my mind in there, and I tell you what happened.” He pulled up to a stop light and turned to me properly. “But I’m going to fuck your brains dumb before I say a fucking word, sweetheart. And then I’m going to fucking feed you… and then I’ll tell you everything. I promise.”

“And if you don’t?”

“If I don’t, then you know how to make me fucking talk, don’t you?” He grinned at me wolfishly. I sighed. “But since I like my fucking skin intact, I’m gonna tell you.”

“You just need a clear head and empty balls first, I guess.”

“Look at you,” he purred, as the light turned green. “You know me so well.”

[henrys-wee-hen]

all the things currently haunting me about michael sheen:

his father, the jack nicholson impersonator so similar in appearance he sometimes played jack nicholson when jack nicholson didn’t show up to events

a scout trying to recruit him for the arsenal youth team and put him on a path to professional soccer

“i quit drama school because i had a breakdown over people thinking my turn as oedipus was just ok” like he was clearly making fun of himself but also what a wild way of putting that

he dated sarah FUCKING silverman for four years and they broke up because he wanted to return to the uk to do an activism after brexit and she didn’t want to abandon the states after tr*mp was elected

he namedropped neilman when he was defending genre fiction in a press interview for twilight and neilman sent him a box of first editions and took him out for the wildest sushi dinner i have ever heard of in my life and showed him a little compartment in his car and he was just like… randomly around for good omens adaptation negotiations as early as the terry gilliam days

[henrys-wee-hen]

No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 25

I am so, SO sorry for the length of time it took me to write this chapter! A lot has happened recently that kept me from writing it! I was at home doing construction work, then when I came back to Belgium, I was working on a series pilot outline for a consultation. And redrafting a feature! So, busy busy. But... here it is! Chapter 25, in which you realise maybe things with the Lobos aren't always clean and what they seem...

We're definitely coming to the end of this fic, too, so stay tuned!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/124895539

Or read under the cut, as always!

It wasn’t that he changed. He didn’t change overnight. But something was a little bit different after that day.

I'd assumed that marrying him would solidify the amazing relationship we already had. I’d thought it would lead to something even more magical, a power couple to rival the most famous power couples. POTUS and FLOTUS. Beyoncé and Jay-Z. Harley Quinn and the Joker. Peanut butter and jelly. Monogrammed bullets and golden handguns. Nic Cage and the Declaration of Independence.

What it actually led to... I woke up the following day to an empty bed, Teddy already in the office, yelling at someone about how he was going to send Apache Joe in.

“...I fucking know the first one got killed – you fucking think I only had one Apache Joe?! There’s always an Apache Joe! ALWAYS!” I hovered in the doorway, listening. “You better fucking find it. If you don’t have it by the end of the fucking day, I’m taking your fucking head off. You’ll wish it was just your fucking tongue. Or your fucking ear.”

I’d never heard Teddy be so violent. But there was a hardness in his voice that I’d never heard either. I pressed my lips together. Maybe something had happened with Bellafrancesca that I didn’t know about. I stepped into the room, and Teddy turned a glare to me.

“What do you want?”

“Oh... bad time?”

“Not a fucking good time, is it?”

“I woke up and you weren’t there -”

“Don’t be so fucking needy.”

“If you’d let me finish... I was concerned that you’d started working so early.”

Teddy looked at me like I’d gained three heads.

“And?”

What the fuck...?

“And...” I didn’t really know what to say. I twisted the rings around on my finger. “I’m sorry, is it a bad time?”

“Get dressed. We need to go out.”

“Teddy –“ I didn’t finish the sentence. He dismissed me with a flick of his hand and turned his back to me while he scrolled something on his phone. What the fuck?! I looked around the room, my eyes landing on a vase that, sure, fit the décor of the room, but was fucking hideous alone. I picked it up and threw it hard across the room.

It shattered against the wall behind him.

Teddy stopped scrolling and turned slowly. Painfully slowly. His face? Unreadable.

“Do not… fucking dismiss me… with your fucking fingers…” I felt sick. “Tell me why you’re being an asshole…” Teddy stood up. He walked around the desk and sat in front of it, perching on it. He beckoned me closer. “What did I just fucking say?” He rolled his eyes.

“Alright. Fucking come here.” I complied. And as I reached him, he was on me. I’d expected him to hit me or something, with the mood he’d been in, but he didn’t. He pulled me flush against him, tracing my lips with his finger. “That vase… belonged to my fucking father…” he whispered. “And you belong to me… and my things don’t break my father’s things…”

“I think this possession thing has gone a bit far, Teddy –“

“Shh.” The finger tracing my lips pressed hard against them. “I didn’t say you could fucking speak…” He watched me for a moment. When I kept quiet, he continued. “Nothing has changed, sweetheart. Nothing at all. The only thing that has changed is that, to the outside world, the darling little police officer in the New Orleans Police Department has fallen victim to the dangerous criminal Teddy Lobo… and you have. And after the things I did to you, I was surprised you’d agreed to it at all… but here we are…” When I looked at him in confusion, he spluttered with laughter. “God, I fucking love it when you’re all confused, (Y/N)… poor thing. You just keep trying to figure out what the fuck’s happened to you… but I’ll give you a clue, since I’m feeling nice…” he put his mouth by my ear and kissed the hollow of my jaw. I shivered, despite myself.

“Teddy…”

“My behaviour never fucking changed, baby.”

Rebecca’s car screeched to a halt outside Lobo Mansion. She was pissed. Truly pissed. She checked her gun over, making sure she had enough bullets to defend herself. With a final adjustment to her bulletproof vest, she grit her teeth and left the car.

Lobo Mansion was the usual bustling place when she walked in. She looked around, and qas quickly accosted by one of the Lobos’ gargoyle-like brutes.

“What are you in here for, little piggy?”

“I need to see (Y/N) Lobo. Or Bellafrancesca.” Rebecca kept voice even.

“You got an appointment?”

“No.”

“Then the Boss is busy. And (Y/N) lives and works with Teddy. And Teddy lives and works away from here. In his apartment.” Vague, cryptic… Rebecca wanted to nail him in the forehead then and there.

“I need to speak to your boss, then!” she yelled. Cause a scene – that’s how one got to Bellafrancesca. And since (Y/N) was obviously off on some fucking business trip… Bellafrancesca would have to do.

“The Boss… is busy…”

It was Brice who sauntered over, hands resting over the two guns on his hips. Rebecca looked up at him defiantly.

“What’s going on?”

“I need to speak to your Boss. Or (Y/N) Lobo. Or Teddy. Anyone, really.”

“Why? What’s it about?”

“Personal matters.” Rebecca ground her teeth. But she caught the little flicker of amusement in Brice’s eyes. “I… heard (Y/N) and Teddy got married. And…” she looked down. Act. It was all an act. “Well… don’t make me say it out loud, dude. Come on.”

“I understand. And since you’re about to fuck your life up spectacularly, I’ll give you this one. C’mon. With me. Oh – but I’ll take your guns before we go.”

Stripped of her weapons, Rebecca felt a little less powerful than she had been before. But her goal there was simple enough for her to remember even if things did get a bit spicy.

First, she wanted to know where the fuck (Y/N) had been for months. An easy enough question to ask, but whether she’d be able to make sense of the answer was another story entirely.

Second, she wanted to know why (Y/N) had caved and had joined the Lobos. Not just as a dirty cop, but as full-on fucking married to the piece of shit who’d killed her father and so many other people out there…

Third, she’d assess whether or not (Y/N) was there in full sound mind. If not, rescue mission would be a-go.

The upper levels of the Lobo mansion were quiet, which surprised Rebecca, given the hubbub below. Bellafrancesca’s office was at the end of the long corridor.

“This is Rebecca Quincy –“

“Officer Rebecca Quincy…” Rebecca spat.

“Gesundheit. Make her a drink. I’ll go speak to the boss,” Brice murmured to the meek, timid little teenager posing as Bellafrancesca’s assistant.

The kid stood up and moved in impossibly-high heels (for her) to the drinks cabinet.

“What do you like, Ma’am?”

“Water.” Rebecca scowled at the girl. The girl nodded, reaching down into a small mini fridge for a bottle of Voss. She fetched it, with a glass. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

It took an age for Brice to leave Bellafrancesca’s office and invite Rebecca in. But when he did, his face was mirthful. Bellafrancesca was sat behind her desk, smirking too. They’d both bought Rebecca’s bullshit.

“My, my,” Bellafrancesca said softly. “What is this? Officer Quincy. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I want… I want to know about (Y/N). What happened?” Rebecca took the seat offered to her. “Why is (Y/N) now a Lobo?” Bellafrancesca smiled widely.

“It has been a pleasure to watch (Y/N) step into this role Teddy has provided.”

“(Y/N) wouldn’t have stepped into this role willingly at all. What did Teddy do? What did you do?”

“We merely gave (Y/N) the same option you were given.” Bellafrancesca leaned back. “The only difference is that where you have resisted at every turn, (Y/N) chose to take the knee.”

“No. NO.”

“Yes, my dear… even today, you lied to my men to get yourself in here. Understand this, my darling. The three good cops of the city have been whittled down to one. You. One little cop dead, one little cop on bended knee before my son… what shall we do with you, hmm?” Rebecca missed it entirely. The little glance Bellafrancesca gave to Brice, who strode forwards and, before Rebecca knew what had happened, had her tied up expertly in knots she’d never be able to undo alone. “You… I think… will become a little toy for my daughter. She’s ready to break her first police officer, see… we just needed one that still resisted. And you’re a prime candidate.”

“(Y/N) won’t let this happen!”

Bellafrancesca simply laughed.

“Take dear Officer Quincy downstairs. Make sure she can’t escape. Mandy will visit her soon…”

“Of course, Boss.”

I sat beside Teddy in the car, shaking. I looked good today, matching his red suit with my own outfit. We had matching jewellery on, too. But there was something missing from my mind that I couldn’t fully understand, almost like a fog had been lifted and I was seeing the world in full HD again. We were outside a warehouse on the river, but I couldn’t focus on anything Teddy was telling me to focus on. I couldn’t figure out what it was I was missing.

“(Y/N).” Teddy took my hand, but his grip wasn’t loving, like usual. It was hard. Controlling. Domineering. “What did I just fucking say?”

“I… I d-don’t know –“

“Ugh!” he threw my hand back. I twisted the rings that sat heavy around my finger. “Why are you fucking spinning out on me now?! Huh?!”

“I – I’m not –“

“Ever since the fucking wedding you’ve been weird.” He looked at me.

He smirked.

I lost it.

“BECAUSE NOTHING MAKES ANY FUCKING SENSE, TEDDY!” I cried. “Nothing! Your behaviour! The situation! We were in love! We were so in love! And you were willing to give up being a fucking criminal so that we could focus on helping the community! And now you’re cold, you’re mean, and it’s like a foggy weight’s gone from my shoulders – ever since the wedding!” I turned to him. “I want my Teddy back!” Teddy looked at me. It was as though he hadn’t expected me to be so eloquent… until he burst out laughing.

“Oh, sweetheart!” he cried. “Oh, fucking genius!” He pulled his gun out, cocked it, and pressed the barrel against my temple. “Get out of the fucking car and play your part… obey me… or I’ll decorate the window with that magnificently dim little fucking brain of yours. Darling.”

I stared at him, but despite everything, I realised I wasn’t in any position to do anything else except obey him. And I remembered the vows I’d made at the town hall when I’d married him. A vow to obey what he told me to do… but he hadn’t framed it for this kind of situation. He’d framed it like I’d be in trouble and needed to trust him.

There was no fucking trust here.

Still, I got out of the car, and Teddy put his gun away.

The docks were empty, the breeze cool as I stood beside Teddy, slightly behind, watching. Three men were stood opposite too. A shipment was expected to come in that night, and Teddy was giving orders on how the eyewatering amount of cocaine would be distributed around evenly. Half would be sent to other states, and half would circulate Louisiana.

“And the… ahem… live contraband?” one of the guys asked. “They’re in the warehouse.”

“Oh. Them. Yeah. All girls?” Teddy folded his arms. The guy gave him a curt nod. “Show me. I’ll pick the sexy ones, clean ‘em up, and they can come work for me. The rest can go wherever there’s a toilet that needs cleaning.”

“You got it, boss.”

I felt sick.

“Women?” I breathed, falling into step beside him as we walked over to the warehouse behind the guys. “Teddy, you’ve imported women?!”

“Yeah. How else do you think we get hookers?” he looked down at me, face passive, like he was explaining how bread is made to a kid. He offered me his arm, and I knew better than to refuse it. “We gotta keep the boys happy, sweetheart.” I looked down.

Teddy was presented with a seat, and I was given one too, just beside him. He kept his hand on my thigh the entire time, possessive and controlling. I didn’t know, genuinely, if it was a show, or if it was natural for him to do that, now. But the confusion quickly left me as a line of women walked in. It was a disgustingly sorry sight. Some wore clothes too tight for them, shorts that ate into their hips and asses, shirts that threatened to burst around breasts unsupported by any bra. Other women – some of them mere girls – wore baggy, holey clothes that barely revealed anything.

And Teddy’s choices confused me further.

The girls and women covered up were sent off with three of his men to work at the Lobo Mansion, or in the Lobo-owned clubs in the city. The rest, the ones who clearly wanted to show off their assets, were sent to work as cleaners. One woman, sentenced to a life as a cleaner, made a run for Teddy, her long nails clawed as she lunged at him. But before she could spew out whatever language she actually spoke (because I wasn’t wholly convinced these women were North American), Teddy pulled out his already-loaded gun and nailed her through the forehead. He barely moved an inch, otherwise.

“Fucking crazy bitch,” he murmured. I felt sick again. I couldn’t stop it. Before I knew it, I turned and vomited, the meagre breakfast Teddy had given me five minutes for coming right back up. “Jesus fucking Christ, (Y/N)! What happened?!”

“Teddy…” I whimpered. “She – you d-didn’t –“

“I did have to, baby. Otherwise they would have all done the same shit.” He patted my back and smiled at me. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

As we drove home, Bellafrancesca called. I barely paid attention to the conversation, Bellafrancesca asking about the warehouse, the girls, any special ones… until she mentioned Rebecca. And how Rebecca was there now, wanting to speak to me. Teddy took the turn-off for the Lobo Mansion, and smiled at me.

“Time to see what you’re really fucking made of, baby,” Teddy grinned. When we parked up, he handed me a pack of gum, and reached into the tiny space behind his seat for a water for me. “Sick breath, baby. I wanna kiss you real bad, but I can’t kiss you with sick breath.” I flushed, and drank some of the water, then took a couple of pieces of gum. He watched me, bemused. Amused. Gleeful, almost.

“You wanna kiss me, but you won’t tell me what the fuck has happened these past couple of months, and why it all feels like a dream sequence.” I looked at him.

“Alright. I’ll cut you a deal.” He took the gum from me, then took my hands. “You show me what you’re capable of in here, with Quincy… blow my fucking mind… and I’ll tell you what happened. Deal?”

“Define what you mean by ‘show you what I’m capable of’ and ‘blow your mind’,” I replied. “Because blowing your mind could mean sucking you off so well, you can’t think or see straight for a week… or it could mean getting your gun from you and blowing your literal mind from your skull.” I smiled at him.

“I’m not suicidal, sweet cheeks,” he murmured, stroking my face. “And for a change, I’m not horny. Does that help?”

It helped.

I climbed from the car with him, jaw set. I knew what he wanted me to do, deep down. I just didn’t know if I’d be able to do it when faced with the one person who’d kept me on the straight and narrow in a city where the straight and narrow was a minority.

[henrys-wee-hen]

No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 24

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AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/121210132

True to his word, Teddy made some calls that afternoon and got us a marriage licence. Of course, the local council was more than happy to waive the three-day waiting period for us. Teddy clearly had them on some racket, but also, it was always clear to everyone that the day Teddy fucking Lobo found himself a partner, it would be a partner for life. Because Teddy fucking Lobo didn’t devote himself solely to any one single person for nothing… It was widely known that Teddy fucking Lobo would devote himself only to someone who made him feel on top of the universe, and who could suck his dick real good, and often.

And that was apparently me.

I felt well enough to head on over to one of our projects. Teddy was feeling particularly benevolent as we pulled up to what would become Loco Lobos when it was finished. The building had been demolished entirely and rebuilt from the ground up, and when we got there, only the grounds and basketball court had been finished. The rest of the building was a shell, but an insulated shell waiting for windows and doors. Teddy’s face lit up.

“Shit! The court’s done! Do – is there a ball?”

“A basketball? Close your eyes.” I smirked. Teddy grinned and did so. I took the keys to the Dodge from his pocket and unlocked the small trunk. A single basketball sat there, with the Lobo wolf head on it, and a ‘TL’ monogrammed on the opposite side. “I was saving this for when the place actually opened… but since we were coming here tonight, and I knew the court was finished, I figured you could shoot some hoops tonight.” Teddy opened his eyes and looked down. His face lit up.

“Fuck! (Y/N), I fucking love it!” he gave it a bounce and grinned. “Perfect! C’mon, can you shoot?”

“I think I’m bad at ball sports. I wasn’t good in school, at least.”

“Nah, c’mon!” Teddy grabbed my arm and pulled me through the wire fence, towards the gates where the basketball courts were. We opened the gates – there were still workmen there – and Teddy dragged me forward, excited like a kid. “Watch!” 

I stood just behind Teddy as he started shooting hoops, getting the ball through the net cleanly every single time. His face was lit up with pure glee, pure joy that came from doing something purely for the fun of it. He grinned at me, dribbling the ball with ease.

“You’re good!” I beamed.

“C’mon, (Y/N), try get the ball off me.” Teddy grinned at me, dribbling slowly. He gave me a chance to get it from him, and I took it, laughing as I turned my back to him. “Uh-oh! OH! (Y/N) has the ball – travelling! That’s travelling! Up!” He grabbed me around the waist and pushed me up for maximum airtime as I slammed the ball through the hoop. I ran around in a circle as Teddy jeered, catching the ball expertly in those beautiful hands.

“That was amazing!”

“And you said you had no fucking skill!” He threw the ball at me again. “Go – hit me as I jump, alright?” Teddy ran towards the net, and I threw the ball back after bouncing it a couple times. He jumped and slam-dunked it, clinging to the net for a beat. “Nice!”

From across the way, a group of kids who’d been playing in the street watched us carefully. It was obvious they wanted to play, but Teddy was lost in his own little game, probably where he played for the Pelicans and was winning hugely against the Utah Jazz.

“Teddy?” I said, when he jogged over to me again. He was a little breathless, his eyes sparkling. “What say we put Loco Lobos through an unofficial inauguration?” I gestured to the kids, and Teddy’s face lit up more, if it were even possible. He nodded.

“HEY! KIDS! You wanna come play some ball?!” The kids all looked a little sheepish. But one nodded. “Come over here – through that gate!” It took a second, but the kids walked over to us. I smiled at them.

“Hey, guys!” I said brightly.

“Alright – we’re…” Teddy did a quick headcount. “Nine.”

“Well, since I don’t really know how to play, I’ll watch for a bit.” I held my hands up.

“Four v four?” one of the kids said. Teddy grinned.

“Perfect!”

I don’t really understand basketball, but a couple of rounds (?) in, and I started to pick it up. So when I stepped in to give the most tired kid a break, I didn’t do so badly. Teddy, on the opposite team, kept checking me, trying to get into my head to turn me on more and more.

He’d pay for that shit later on…

It was fun, and Teddy’s team won by a lot. Not that we minded; the kids were stupidly happy, each of them glowing. Teddy had ordered Postmates, bottles of Gatorade and water and snacks for everyone. And watching him with the kids, with the people… I could see how happy he was when he handed out the food and drink. He was stoked. He was glowing… a little bit of exercise, and a little bit of selfless giving… it did wonders for him.

“You kids got school on Monday?”

“Yeah, Mr Lobo,” one kid replied. “It sucks, though.”

“How come?”

“It just sucks.” Another kid kicked the ground. “The teachers don’t wanna do anything, they’re all depressed… My mom said they need more money to make it a nicer school. But it’s not doing well because it doesn’t have any money.”

“Which school is it?” I asked softly.

“St Benedict’s,” a third kid said. “It’s awful. And the lunches suck, too.”

“Well… perhaps we could help?” I ventured gently. Teddy looked at me, sipping from a water. “Maybe we can fund some stuff?”

“Like you guys bought this place?” the first kid said brightly. “Is it true this place is gonna be for kids?!”

“Sure is, buddy,” Teddy smiled. “(Y/N) here had the idea. Loco Lobos. That building will be a community centre for games and events and stuff. You guys’ll be able to play Xbox and PlayStation and all that stuff.”

The way the seven kids lit up was utterly heartbreaking. We chatted to them a little more and discovered that only one of them had a games console, and they took it in turns to buy the latest game. Sometimes they pooled together their meagre pocket money to buy games, but largely they were outside, trying to find somewhere to just be, without being sent away or kicked off. That’s what had happened before they’d found us, that night – they’d been kicked away from where they’d found a place to play ball.

I watched Teddy, through the exchange. His face fell through so many emotions, so many feelings that he’d clearly never felt before. When the kids left us, and we made our way back to the car, Teddy was much more pensive than usual.

“I want to help the school,” he said softly, when we pulled up in the parking bay in the garage of our apartment building.

“We can make a couple calls,” I replied gently, kissing him. “We’ll help.” He turned to me and smiled. “Put all that drug money to good use.”

“My mom’s gonna kill me.”

“Your mom’s gonna kill us both, Teddy. We might as well go out having made some kids happy.” He pushed his seat back and patted his lap.

“Come here.” I obliged him, clambering over the middle console to settle on his lap. He held my hips, attacking my throat. “Stop changing me and making me be a good person…”

“Stop turning me into a god-damned criminal…”

“Never…”

“Now for some local news. It seems that love is in the air for the Lobo family! Teddy Lobo was last night seen playing a game of basketball with a group of local kids, but the most surprising part of the evening was Mr Lobo’s rather hands-on approach to a seemingly special someone. Posts from the teenagers of a local high school went viral overnight, some showing Mr Lobo with his arms rather lovingly around (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a NOLA police officer who left the force abruptly several months ago. The punchline? Officer (Y/L/N) is wearing a ring! Has the loose cannon Lobo finally found a person to pin his wings to the floor?”

Rebecca felt sick. Her jaw fell slack as she watched the screen, barely able to believe it for herself. She rubbed her eyes, picked up her TV remote, and rewound it. The news piece played again, and Rebecca took the Instagram handles and grabbed her phone.

Sure enough, there they were. (Y/N), and Teddy fucking Lobo.

(Y/N).

And.

Teddy.

Fucking.

Lobo.

The worst photo was a candid one taken by one of the teens of them both kissing, (Y/N)’s arms wrapped around Teddy’s neck, one of his hands on the back of (Y/N)’s head, the other pulling (Y/N)’s waist close. Intimate. Too fucking intimate.

Rebecca didn’t know how to feel. Angry? No. Not enough. Sad? Bitter? Happy?!

The loss of Katie Chandler had been hard. Her body had been pulled from the crime scene, and while it was obvious that Teddy had been there, none of the fucking charges had stuck, and some fall guy had been pinned with it. Which fall guy? One of the dead guys on the floor.

The monogrammed bullet had been ignored.

The DNA evidence all over the scene had been ignored.

The witness statements had been ignored.

Teddy Lobo had taken (Y/N) and run… and now, there they both were, wrapped up in each other.

(Y/N) was never supposed to be a fucking dirty cop! (Y/N) had been one of the fucking good ones! So how the hell (Y/N) (Y/L/N) had become a fucking druglord’s moll… betrayal ran through Rebecca’s veins, and she ran to the bathroom, throwing up her breakfast.

“Fucking… FUCK!” Rebecca breathed, shaking her head. “Fuck…”

News of Teddy’s stable relationship swept the entire city. Teddy Lobo, the most eligible bachelor in New Orleans, the bumbling dickhead who had too much money and zero sense had always been a magnet for the girls who secretly wanted a bad boy to choke them out before and after they went to church with their actual daddy… he’d managed to put a ring on a living, breathing fucking person.

Not just a person – a fucking police officer.

He’d taken one of the good ones, and turned everything on its head. He’d done the impossible.

Made a good cop turn bad.

Rebecca couldn’t escape it. Saturday was supposed to be her day off, but she found herself wanting to go work overtime so she could find something to pin Teddy for, put him behind bars, and do some real good mental conditioning on (Y/N). Because clearly, (Y/N) was having some kind of crisis of the fucking self.

But it was everywhere. In every shop, people gossiping and speculating whether or not the nice, pleasant (Y/N) would finally make Teddy turn good. Whether (Y/N) would be a good influence. In every street, in every café, people wondering whether (Y/N) would become Bellafrancesca’s replacement. Teddy Lobo’s fucking name was everywhere.

But the biggest question on everyone’s lips was when the wedding would be? Because a Lobo wedding would be a society wedding, surely? Teddy Lobo, with his need for showmanship, would not settle for a private affair out of the spotlight… but then, he’d kept (Y/N) secret for months. In fact, (Y/N) had been out of the force for months. No-one could quite figure out where (Y/N) had even been… it was weird, but in true societal bullshit fashion, no-one wanted to question the important stuff. All that mattered on the streets of New Orleans that day was whether or not Teddy Lobo and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) would have a Mardi Gras wedding, with a parade, with a street party, with everything…

And Rebecca felt like her entire world had come crumbling down.

Saturday morning came, and I woke with a start. My stomach flipped. Teddy was lay beside me, sleeping peacefully.

Today was the day, and I couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled up from deep within! I grinned, checking the time before I kissed him softly, kissing a gentle line down his jaw, his throat, along the tattoos on his chest, down to his navel… it didn’t take long at all before he grew hard in his sleep, and I took him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he murmured sleepily, bucking his hips as he looked down at me. I was shrouded in the sheets, the rich, buttery-soft black cotton enrobing me. All he could see was my lips around him, and feel me. “Fuck… m-me –“

He didn’t last. Not that he had to last. He gripped the sheets, balling them up in his fists as he fought with himself to stay his orgasm, but he was too sleepy, still, and his will was weak.

“Fuck - (Y/N) – FUCK!” he ran his hands through his hair as his body snapped, and he filled my mouth and throat. “Fuuuuuuuck…” he hissed, biting his lip. I grinned, crawling up over him.

“Morning, baby,” I murmured, and he looked down at me through thick lashes.

“The fuck did I do to deserve that, huh?”

“There isn’t enough time in the world for me to explain what you did to deserve that,” I purred, kissing him. “You do taste fucking good this morning, though…”

“Today’s the day, baby.” He caught my hand and kissed my ring. “You sure you wanna fucking do this?”

“Cold feet?” I asked. Teddy wrapped his arms around him.

“Nah. Never.”

“Then what’s making you think I don’t want to trap you in a marriage where you’re forced down into your rightful place…?” I murmured. He caught the cheeky, mischievous little gleam in my eye, and rolled me over.

“My rightful place?” he asked. “Mine? Where would that fucking be, huh?”

“On your knees,” I countered. Teddy chuckled breathily.

“On my knees… Wow…” he kissed me. His closeness, everything about him, drew me in again. I was trapped, I knew. Physically and mentally. “What about you being in your rightful place?”

“You fucking owe me anyway,” I said softly. Teddy’s face fell a fraction. “I wake you up with a sexy little surprise…” I let it hang in the air, but I knew Teddy’s mind was going back to the horrid weeks where I was on the precipice of death.

“I do owe you, baby,” he murmured. He kissed my throat. “Understand that every vow I make to you today, I’ll fucking keep it. I want to be yours forever. Just yours.”

“I already am yours,” I said quietly, holding him. “Forever.”

We drove over to the town hall, dressed normally. Word had of course spread like wildfire that Teddy and I were together, and naturally, everyone wanted to know where I’d been for months. It turned out that no-one knew I was dead, so what Teddy had said was fucking true: no-one had been looking for me. Because no-one knew I was really missing.

Since my bills were being paid, and my rent was on time… there was no cause for concern at all. Society didn’t really care about the disappearance of a police officer.

Teddy parked up at the town hall, constantly checking his phone.

“What’s wrong?” I asked gently, taking his hand.

“Big part of me hoped my fucking mom would show up,” he muttered, shaking his head. “But I guess that’s too much to fucking ask.”

“She doesn’t like me, Teddy.” I kissed his knuckles. “Today is about me and you. The party we’ll have is for everyone else to celebrate us. It’s not about her.”

“Kind of is a little bit about her.” He looked at me sideways, then looked away quickly. He was ashamed of wanting his mom there…

“Well… maybe we’ll keep this just for us. And then, when it comes down to it, and she accepts me, we can have a wedding.” I smiled at him. “It’s… I mean… Teddy, I would love your mom to accept me. I really would. But maybe it’ll take some proof that I’m good for business to do that.”

“Whatever.” He sighed. “Not whatever at you. Whatever at her. I don’t want you to need to prove yourself. I wanted her to be okay with you as you are –“

“Teddy, I’ve ripped her precious boy from her. I’ve gotten him clean in a way she never could. I’ve put you right back on the straight and narrow, and sure, you’re still doing criminal shit… but you’re fucking unstoppable.” I kissed his cheek. “You’re undeniably unstoppable. You just needed the right support.” He looked at me, full of love.

“Yeah. I guess you’re fucking right.” He swallowed. “C’mon. Let’s go make you a fucking Lobo.”

We walked into the town hall hand in hand, as though we were going grocery shopping. Teddy had already submitted the papers the previous day, so all we needed to do was go and sign a register, and change my name.

(Y/N) Lobo. (Y/N) Lobo! It took an hour, an hour of sitting hand in hand, giving testimony that we were fully-present mentally. But by the end of it, I was Teddy’s, and he was mine. And everything he had was mine too, since I had very little in the way of material goods to give him.

Once we were outside, Matthias took some photos of us. My favourite was Teddy gripping my jaw, kissing me fiercely… a taste of what was to come that night, once he got me home. But I wasn’t prepared for the local press, local news teams who had flooded to the town hall on a tip from someone inside. Lights flashed in our faces, and Teddy showed me off like a prize. I hated every second of it. But this was the life I’d just signed up for. I put my hand up to cover my face, but Teddy took it and pulled it down, squeezing just a little too harshly.

Teddy put his mouth by my ear, kissing the hollow of my jaw.

“You’re mine now, baby,” he murmured. “If you think you can hide yourself away in shame… you clearly haven’t been paying any fucking attention…” I looked at him, and while he was smiling, there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

Something dark. Something sinister.

Something that made me question whether or not I’d made the right choice…

(I'm so sorry @broccolithebunni for playing with your emotions like this. Actually I'm not. AHAHAHA)

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He deserved so much better than he got :(

(I haven't seen anyone made this already, so here we go. My sweet boy, I do not see and will continue to overlook the atrocities)

[henrys-wee-hen]

This gives me UNTOLD JOY 👹👹👹😈😈😈😈😈

Ok so I’m about to read chapter 11 of No one fucks with the lobos. AND I ACTUALLY FUCKING CANT RN

I CANT. I CANT. I FUCKING CANT. WORDS, WORDS WORDS. AAAAAaaaaaAAaaaAaAaAaAAaAaAaAaaaAaaaaAaaAaaAAA

(Positive)

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No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 23

Brain rot go deep

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/123590164

There was no mention of Josephine’s death in the morning news. Nothing at all. But, Teddy heard on the wind via his guys that she’d died. Someone had nailed her clean through the skull at point-blank range. There was no chance of survival at all… I feigned sorrow as Teddy murmured something along the lines of it being maybe the Kennedys, or the Santiagos, or the Masons… the guys understood the assignment.

Teddy was already in the office when I walked in with a bowl of cereal for breakfast.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he purred, appraising me. I had my robe on, nothing beneath it. My tan had developed into a healthy glow, even covering my scars. I felt real good, smelled even better – and I wanted to forget about Josephine fucking Maine.

“Hey,” I muttered, finishing my spoonful of cereal. I discarded the bowl on the edge of his desk, moved in front of him, and straddled him. It took no time at all to free him from his trousers and get him hard enough that I could start riding him. And he watched me, opening the robe and appraising every fucking inch of me, feeling me with his hands.

“God, you’re fucking amazing,” he groaned, gripping my hips as I ran my hands through his hair. He kissed me deeply, moaning into my mouth, which only made that sweet little coil in my abs grow tighter, quicker. I did all the work, taking what I needed, what I wanted, while Teddy spurred me on. I hadn’t realised that tears were pouring down my cheeks until I was forced to take in a huge, shaking, deep breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. Teddy stilled me.

“No – N-no Teddy d-don’t stop!” I whined. “Please don’t stop! Please – baby, please!” I clung to him, and he growled something, standing. He put me on the edge of the desk, still inside me, and started to move slowly.

“You’re fucking – crying – sweetheart –“ he growled, kissing my throat.

“D-don’t stop –“ I panted, clinging to him for dear life. Because if he stopped right now, I’d lose myself entirely. If he stopped, I’d spin out. I’d spiral. He was grounding me more than anything, his eyes boring into mine.

“I’m right here,” he breathed, his pace quickening. He was close. “I’m here, and I’m not – fucking going anywhere, baby – I’m right here –“

“Teddy –“ I clung to his shirt, sniffing, reaching up to kiss him. His entire attention on me. His focus on me, on my needs right then… I felt the coil inside me snap, and I arched my back into him. He kept moving, allowing himself a release that dripped out of me and all over the fucking floor between his feet, missing the edge of the desk.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he whispered, nuzzling my neck. “Fuck… are you… alright?” I could only nod. But I wasn’t really alright. The gravity of what had happened the night before still hung around my throat like a noose. I shook my head. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, regaining his composure. “What am I going to fucking do with you, hmm?” Teddy’s voice was so tender. I leaned against him, closing my eyes as he held me close and soothed me. The door behind us opened, but Teddy waved whoever it was away. And I didn’t care who’d seen what. I needed him right now.

Teddy knew what it was like to take a life. I knew too, but only because I’d had to shoot at suspects. One of the reasons I didn’t want to be a part of Teddy’s violence was because the first person I’d ever killed was a criminal, someone who’d shot at us. And my shot had hit, because I was a really good shot. But taking a life because a girl looked at my man? Sucked his dick? That… wasn’t me. And I wasn’t coping well with it at all. That’s why I needed Teddy right now. I needed him to consume every facet of me so it would stop hurting. So the guilt would stop eating me.

“Again?” I looked up at him, eyes wet. Teddy’s face fell into one I couldn’t quite read. “Please?”

“N… No, baby,” he murmured, stroking my face. “What’s going on?”

“I…” I couldn’t form the words. The thoughts were flying around my head so thick and fast that by the time I caught one of them, it had already morphed into something completely different. I just… cried. I just cried. And Teddy held me, barely questioning why, whenever he tried to slip out of me so that I’d be more comfortable and could actually sit on the desk, rather than resting on my tailbone to give him a better angle, I wrapped my legs around him tighter and kept him in place. It wasn’t remotely comfortable for him, but it’s what I needed, and he didn’t question it. Because I hadn’t questioned any of the issues he’d had on his comedowns, and still didn’t. We never questioned each other’s motives…

But fuck me, I was questioning mine right now.

“Let me out of you, (Y/N), honey,” Teddy said softly. I loosened my grip with my legs and let him slide out of me. He tucked everything back in, then held me close again. After an age, I felt stable enough to push back a bit from him. “You good now, or no?”

“I’m not remotely good, Teddy,” I said softly. “Not even a little bit. Who the fuck am I?” My voice was so fragile, so weak.

“Because of Josephine?” I nodded. “It… is it your first time seeing someone die?”

“No.” I sniffed. “I’ve seen loads of people fucking die in the force. But… But I’ve never killed someone because they pissed me off.” A little chuckle rumbled in Teddy’s chest. “What? It’s not funny, Teddy!”

“I’m not laughing at you, baby. I’m fucking… it’s my fucking fault she died. I shot her.”

“Yeah, but only because I told you to!”

“I’d have fucking shot her in a couple weeks anyway, just to spite my mom. You just asked me to do it quicker.” He wrapped those strong arms around my entire body and held my tightly, resting his chin on my head. “I’d have fucking killed her eventually, (Y/N). Don’t you fucking dare feel like shit because of some whore.”

“But what if it isn’t the last time, Teddy? I don’t want to be a monster.”

Teddy stiffened a little. I felt it. He stiffened, and hesitated.

“Well…” He sighed. “That’s my fucking job, I guess.” His voice was tiny.

“Teddy… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…” I looked up at him. “You’re not a monster.”

“I fucking am if I’m alright with killing people.” His face told me exactly how he fucking felt.

Shit.

“I didn’t mean you’re a monster.” I reached up and stroked his face. “I’m sorry, Teddy. Truly. I didn’t think.”

“You don’t like the killing aspect of my life. I understand that.” He pressed his lips together. “Killing people doesn’t make you a fucking monster, (Y/N).” I watched him. I loved the little nuances of his face, of his expressions… the softness of him. “I’m not a fucking monster because I shot her, and you’re not a fucking monster because you asked me to. Sometimes, in this life, in my fucking world, you have to get rid of people.” He looked at me finally, his eyes shining and sad. “She’d have ruined everything for us if I hadn’t got rid. And my mom would have sent her guys after you to take you out. So… it was your life, or hers. And I can fucking promise you, (Y/N), your life is far more fucking meaningful. You’re doing shit with yours. She would have been a financial fucking leech.” I bit my lip to stop it from wobbling. “The first time you kill someone, or you get that fucking close… it’s horrible. It’s the worst fucking thing… but it gets easier.”

“I hope it doesn’t, Teddy.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I hope it never gets easier for me.”

“Sadly, baby, it will.” I nuzzled his neck. “And no, you can’t drain my fucking balls dry every time you feel horrible about it…” the small smirk in his voice told me I was off the hook. I smiled against his skin. “And no amount of walking around fucking naked will make me change my mind about that.”

“We’ll see,” I whispered, pulling back. I wiped my eyes. “You make the pain go away, Teddy. You make it all go away.”

“I know, baby. Just like you take mine away.” He gazed down at me and kissed me softly, tracing my hairline around my ear. “Now, go and get some fucking clothes on, and come back in here. I wanna run some stuff by you.”

It seemed like the world didn’t give two shits about Josephine Maine’s death. Bellafrancesca called Teddy to tell him the sad news, and Teddy put on a brave face about it, said how sad it was. I was sitting across his lap, on another downer about the entire thing, while he made phone calls and took care of the business that didn’t involve me.

While I lay there, though, I thought about my re-entry into society. About seeing my friends again. My parents, in another state, would get a phone call… and then… the police force. Rebecca. What she’d say or do to me when she realised I’d gotten engaged to Teddy fucking Lobo… the people who killed her father… I sighed softly. Being out in the world again would be nice. Being on Teddy’s arm would be nice. Being (Y/N) Lobo would be nice… Another cacophony of emotion ran through me. Teddy adjusted his grip on me, trailing his fingers up and down my shin.

“Yeah, mom, I know. I’m not fucking sad about it. You were gonna fucking throw her at me – mom! Mom – MOM!” He gripped my leg. “Mom. Did I fucking kill her? Did anyone think about the fucking Kennedys? Or the Masons?! They obviously fucking knew you were trying to get us together, and they wanted the piece removed.” He looked at me, and I looked at him. He put her on speaker.

“- not a piece, Tedward, she was the perfect partner for you!”

“Yeah, in your eyes, mom. Not in mine.”

“So someone has killed her to get her out of the way. And I think you did it. Or did you have your little police officer do it?”

“Neither of us killed Maine’s daughter, mom. Get it out of your head. Word on the street is that it was one of the other families. If you’ve given one daughter fucking access to me, to try and make a fucking match, doesn’t it stand to reason the other families would want to fucking do the same thing? They’d wanna take her out to improve their own chances.”

“Where were you, then, last night, Tedward?”

“Last night?” Teddy rolled his eyes. “We went out to get us some take-out, but then (Y/N) felt a bit ill so we came home without it and I cooked us something.” Not a total lie. Teddy had cooked us both a healthy meal of salmon and some green veggies, but we hadn’t been heading out for take-out. Well – not the take-out Bellafrancesca thought we were getting. “And then, if you really wanna fucking know, we spent three hours getting fucking lost in each other, and I made (Y/N) come five ti–“

“That’s enough, Tedward.” Bellafrancesca’s tone was vicious. “I don’t wish to hear it.”

“Well, mom, you need to get fucking used to it. (Y/N) and I are still getting fucking married, and I want you there. You’re my only living parent.”

“What about (Y/N)’s parents?”

“They’ll fly in when we send out invitations and book stuff. But you’re not letting us get anywhere with it. Three of the venues I’ve asked about have said no because you’ve already booked’em.” He inspected my hand, my ring. “If you don’t wanna give us a decent party, mom, we’ll go to the fucking town hall and do it there. Then have the mother of all fucking parties, then disappear off somewhere hot and expensive for a couple weeks.”

“(Y/N) is a police officer and always will be, Teddy. Think of how that will look for the family if you marry –“

“Yeah. It’ll look like I managed to get the hottest, smartest, sexiest fucking thing alive to take a knee in front of me and show me a real good fucking time.” He grinned at me, and I kissed him. “It’s up to you, mom. Town hall wedding, or a decent wedding. Either way, I’ll be marrying the person who completes me more than you completed dad, even.” The look in his eyes when he said that was breathtaking. I grinned and kissed him again.

“I will think about it.”

“You’ve got a day.”

“Tedward –“

“Mom, I’ve got work to do. I’ll find you another fucking assistant. One that doesn’t wanna fuck me, this time.” He cut the call, sighing heavily.

“Town hall wedding sounds like it could be a lot of fun, Mr Lobo.” I curled up against him again.

“Don’t wanna wait?”

“And give your mom the satisfaction of keeping me as (L/N) for longer? Nah. I say we do it tomorrow. That way, when I come back out into society, I’m already a Lobo. And I can get to work properly.”

“Mmm… sounds excellent.”

“And I hope you were serious about that holiday somewhere expensive and hot…”

“Oh, absolutely. Somewhere Caribbean… or Mediterranean… How does Italy sound?”

“As long as we both get to fuck each other senseless as many ways as is humanly possible, I couldn’t give less of a fuck where we go, Tedward Eddie Lobo.”

[henrys-wee-hen]

Shipping stuff and sharing water. That’s why I’m here

[henrys-wee-hen]

No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 22

Brain rot.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/123458170

I kept quiet while Teddy drove us into Maine territory, near Grand Lake Estates. I kept hold of the gun, finger on the trigger, safety off. One bullet in the barrel, waiting to end Josephine Maine’s life. And Teddy was going to pull the trigger.

We pulled up outside a house, and Teddy cut the engine. It was growing dark. He reached over and took my hand, squeezing it.

“She’ll come home. She’ll notice the car. I’ll get out, and –“

“You’re going to do it right on her doorstep?” I asked, frowning. “I want her dead, Teddy. I don’t want a fucking turf war.” Teddy sat back and sighed.

“Then we need to get her further away from the house.”

“Right.” He thought for a moment.

“I know a place.”

He was nervous, I could tell. He wasn’t thinking so straight. He turned the engine back on and swung us around. The house was, thankfully, in darkness… whether we’d been seen or not, I didn’t know. But as Teddy drove down the side-streets, he pulled up into a deserted alleyway. He pulled out his phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Making a call.” He dialled a number and put it on speaker.

“Lobo office, Josephine speaking. How can I help?”

“Hey, baby,” Teddy said softly. “Josephine… I was hoping to speak to you. Can I speak to you?” A soft, gentle voice.

“Mr Lobo? Teddy?”

“Yeah… it’s me. I’m… are you able to talk a second?”

“Yes, of course,” Josephine said softly. There was a soft scuffling noise, and then a door closing. “Teddy?”

“I’m really sorry for what happened yesterday.”

“Oh… that… yeah…” I started to feel bad for the girl. “Actually, Teddy… I enjoyed it… I’ve never been taken so roughly like that… I wanted more of it, when I’d gotten over the shock.” She giggled. “I… I wouldn’t mind doing it again, actually. This time, without your mom watching… I could show you what I can really do…” Her tone, husky and sultry.

I stopped fucking feeling bad.

Teddy took my hand and kissed my knuckles, as though he could sense my tension.

“For real?”

“Yes… Teddy, I’ve had a thing for you for years. And I really mean it… I would be amazing for you, Teddy. My mother and father spent thousands on my education… I’ve been trained for society. For you. (Y/N) isn’t good enough for you. Never will be. Just a little ex-cop trying to be big league…”

“Maybe we should get to know each other a little more, then…”

“You really mean it?!”

“Sure. Can you get out of the office soon, or no?”

“I’ve got five minutes left…”

“Come straight to me. I’m parked up near the Fleur de Lis park, over on West End.” Teddy described where we were, and Josephine’s smile was evident.

“I’ll be there, handsome.”

“Can’t fucking wait,” Teddy purred. “I’m gonna fucking take you out… it’s gonna be real special. Oh… and sweetheart? Don’t tell my fucking mom I’m taking you out tonight. Or your family. I wanna fucking enjoy you a bit before the rabble starts…” Another giggle from Josephine. I felt sick. I felt so, so sick. But Teddy’s hand in mine reminded me why I needed him to do this. Why he needed to do this…

“Anything for you, Teddy…”

“That’s my girl.” Teddy squeezed my hand, bringing my ring to his lips as he looked at me in the eyes. “See you soon?”

“I can’t wait…”

Teddy cut the call, and kissed me on the cheek.

“I wonder how many of the Five Families know about me, then,” I said softly. Teddy kept hold of my hand. “And how many of them think you’re a good way to get intel?”

“Oh, all of ‘em think I’m a good way into the fucking family,” Teddy replied, sighing. He linked his fingers with mine, thumbing my ring absent-mindedly. “The Maines are the only ones who bothered to fucking act on it.” He looked across at me. “Do you still want me to do this?”

I thought for a moment. The rational, good side of me said no. But the other side, the awful jealous side, said yes.

“Do you want to do this?” I asked, looking into those beautiful brown eyes.

“I’d crawl on my hands and knees through broken glass if you wanted me to, baby,” Teddy said softly. “Putting a bullet in her skull for you is the least I can fucking do.”

“Will it start a turf war, do you think?”

“It’ll piss a lot of people off, sure,” Teddy smiled. “But my personal bullets aren’t monogrammed. So no-one will know it was me. Might fuck with my mom and let some intel slip that it was the Kennedys. Or the Delarentas…” he smirked. “Light some fucking fires under some asses… and prove to you that you are the only person for me…” He kissed my ring again. “And be worthy of you again.”

“You are worthy of me, Teddy.” But I need that bitch gone… the thought circled my head like a vicious fucking vulture. I bit my lip.

“Can I kiss you?” Teddy asked softly. I nodded, and he pulled me close, kissing me tenderly. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). Truly.”

“I know you are,” I murmured, leaning against him.

We sat for a while, listening to some music as the sun set fully, and the streets turned dark. I could barely contain myself, my leg bouncing as a small car pulled up and parked up. Teddy’s phone lit up. A call. Josephine.

“Hey, Teddy-bear… I’m here. Where are you parked?” I cringed at the use of my own pet name for Teddy.

“I’ll meet you in the park,” Teddy said softly. “Got a little surprise for you.”

“Alright.” Josephine giggled. He cut the call.

“It’s go time, baby.” He kissed me fully. “This is for you. Entirely for you. And also a little bit for me, because I don’t need that fucking hanger-on…” I tried to smile, but I couldn’t. This was heavy. Teddy climbed from the car, and I followed him, closing my door quietly. Gun tucked into his waistband, we made our way over to the Fleur de Lis park. Dressed entirely in black, I was mostly hidden in the shadows. But Teddy, in his gorgeous red suit, stood out a bit more. I hung back, skulking around behind a tree. The park was deserted, as most tended to be in the night time in New Orleans. The city wasn’t known for its safe parks…

The familiar figure of Josephine approached. Teddy leaned against the tree I was stood behind. Josephine skipped over, almost immediately throwing herself at Teddy, kissing him fully. He didn’t retaliate. He just stood there and let it happen.

“Does anyone know we’re meeting tonight?”

“No. I didn’t tell a soul.” She ran her hands along the lapels I ran my hands down. Then, she kissed him again. “Kiss me, Teddy! Please – I’m – I need you so badly!”

“See, Josephine, that’s the fucking problem.” Teddy held her close to him. “You need me… but I don’t need you.” His arm was strong around her. He gazed down at her, smiling. “And you’ve made the wrong fucking call, thinking you’re better than (Y/N). I can’t have that, see… I can’t have people thinking (Y/N) is worthless or useless…” He reached behind him for the gun. “And I can’t allow someone like you to undermine any part of my relationship, or my fucking life choices.” He clicked the safety off the gun, and Josephine paled. Her face fell. I watched, holding my breath.

But then, Teddy pushed Josephine to her knees at the base of the tree trunk, and pulled me out of my hiding place, the gun trained on Josephine’s forehead.

“Teddy, what –“

“C’mere, baby,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around my waist. He kissed me fully, cocking the gun. He gazed into my eyes. “There’s only ever gonna be you, you know that, right?”

“Teddy… p-please… don’t kill me – I’m sorry –“ Josephine whispered. “Please, I –“

“Hush, sweetheart. If I let you live, you’re a problem for me. And I can’t have my mom throwing you at me every five seconds. And I can’t take the risk you’ll have your brothers come for (Y/N), either.” He smirked. “But understand that it will always be (Y/N) for me. Always.” With a final kiss for me, Teddy squeezed the trigger. I yelped, curling into him as Josephine’s body slumped to the side.

Dead.

Teddy

He didn’t want to kill her. He didn’t want to end another life, especially when this one wasn’t really necessary. But (Y/N) needed it. And he needed to prove his love. And in this instance, a huge vase of flowers and fancy shit only a lot of money could buy wouldn’t be enough. (Y/N) needed to trust him again – needed to know he could be trusted. And the only way he could show and prove that everything he said was true was to put a bullet squarely in the head of the chick who’d gone down on him so boringly.

(Y/N) curled into him when he fired the bullet. The gunshot ricocheted around the park, and he knew there was only a small amount of time before the police would show up. An arm still around (Y/N), he tucked the handgun into his suit pocket, and pulled out his phone, shining his torch on the tree.

“I gotta let you go, baby. I need to get the bullet.” (Y/N) let him go, trembling. Teddy pulled out a pocket knife and started digging around in the tree, extracting the bullet. He threw it into the same pocket as the gun, then pulled (Y/N) close again. “You okay?”

“Yeah…”

“We gotta fucking get out of here, darling. Someone might call the fucking cops.”

“I know… We’re just leaving her here?”

“DNA. We can’t risk it.”

“Yeah, I know…” (Y/N), hand pressed to mouth, held back sobs. Teddy felt sombre. But the deed had been done. No more Josephine. No more threat to (Y/N)’s trust, or sanity, or anything else. He’d proven himself. He’d promised, and delivered. He pulled (Y/N) along, back to the Dodge. Once inside, (Y/N) crumbled.

“Hey,” Teddy breathed. He turned on the engine. They didn’t have time to loiter. He pulled away smoothly, barely revving the engine until they were far enough away that they wouldn’t be linked to the murder of Josephine fucking Maine. “Let it out, baby. Let it all out…”

You

I couldn’t help it. The sobbing. The weight of what I’d just fucking made him do. The sheer size of the thing. But Teddy’s soothing worked, and by the time we were home, I felt like I could at least walk without my legs buckling. Teddy held me the entire way up to the apartment, and when he unlocked the door (having turned off that two-factor authentication he’d had installed when I was attacked), I fell inside, and he held me closely, cupping the back of my head to his chest.

“It’s alright,” he said softly. “I got you, baby. I got you.”

“Ugh. I need to wash my tan.” I stepped back and wiped my eyes. It had been the required six hours, more than, that I needed to wait. Teddy burst out laughing.

“I just killed for you, and you’re worried about your fucking tan…”

“I know. It’s stupid.” I looked at him. “Teddy… I’m honestly a little scared.”

“I know you are,” Teddy murmured. “But it’ll be alright. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

“Josephine… going back out into society…” I sighed. “It’s a lot, Teddy.”

“And you’ll have me beside you every single fucking second.” He kissed me softly. “I promise.”

“I believe you.” I kissed him. “And you understand that what’s happened tonight will hit me at the worst possible time…” I ran my hands down his lapels…

And it fucking hit me.

Teddy didn’t quite know what to do, at first. As I sank to my knees, I think he thought he was about to have a real good time. But when I leaned against his legs and cried, he picked me up, carried me to the bathroom, and ran the shower. He got in with me, careful not to scrub any part of my tan that still needed to look natural, keeping my hair dry, too. He was gentle, caring, loving.

My Teddy.

Eventually, he curled up with me in bed, both of us reeling a little bit from the night before. Little did either of us know, it really wouldn’t be as bad as either of us were thinking.

[henrys-wee-hen]

No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 21

Finally got a chance to add to it! :D Enjoy!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/123295873

I was in the office when Teddy came back in, working. As promised, I was prepared for him, ready for him… but the vibe was off when he stepped into the room. He looked… I don’t know. Sheepish? Guilty? My first thought was that he’d gone and done a line or something, but then I realised how stupid that was, since he wasn’t remotely twitchy or fast-paced. He was… solemn? Subdued?

“Hey, baby,” I murmured, smiling at him. It didn’t feel right to reveal that I was completely naked under his dress shirt. He looked at me and smiled smally, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “What? What happened?” Teddy closed the door, his movements slow and deliberate.

The second thought which crossed my mind was that he’d killed his mother, or that he’d decided I wasn’t good enough for him… I quickly pushed both from my mind. Those thoughts were both ridiculous.

“I… fuck.” Teddy passed a hand over his hair as he moved towards me, taking a seat in front of the desk. Opposite me. He leaned forward, the gold rings on his fingers leaving tracks as he ran his hands through his hair again, pausing halfway. Exasperated. He let out a long, shaky sigh. “Sorry.”

“Take your time, Teddy,” I said gently. I reached over to the edge of the desk where I’d put a robe, just in case someone decided to come in unannounced. I wrapped the soft, blood-red silk around myself.

“I gotta fucking tell you something and I don’t know how to.” Teddy’s voice was a whisper, barely there. He sounded scared.

“Is it drug-related?” Shake of the head. “Your mom?” A small gesture with a hand to say kind of. “She doesn’t approve?”

“That’s a fucking given,” Teddy muttered. He looked up at me finally, sniffing. “She had this woman lined up for me. Some twenty-eight-year-old chick from the Maine family.”

“Josephine?” I asked. I’d taken some time to learn all the names of the Five Families. Josephine Maine was the only one who fit the age bill. Teddy nodded.

“Mom brought her in as an intern so she could learn the ropes and be a better match for me than you. And I wanted to send a fucking message that it’s you or no-one…” He ground his teeth. “So she sucked me off on the sofa and hated every fucking second of it.”

I felt like every ounce of my blood had sunk to my stomach. For a moment, the world moved in slow motion. I felt ill. Josephine Maine had sucked him off?! And he’d let her?!

“What?” My voice was stronger than I thought it would be.

“She fucking hated it. She was desperate for it, and then she hated it –“

“No. Go back. She sucked you off?”

“Yeah.”

“And you fucking let her?” My voice was oddly calm.

“Yeah.” Teddy looked at me. “Don’t be fucking weird about it.”

That… just about did it.

“Don’t be FUCKING MAD ABOUT IT?!” I roared, startling even myself with the force of it. Teddy looked at me, eyebrows raised. “YOU LET SOME BITCH FROM ONE OF THE FIVE FAMILIES GIVE YOU A FUCKING BLOWJOB WHILE YOU WENT TO TELL YOUR FUCKING MOM ABOUT US BEING ENGAGED?!” My chest heaved. “You don’t see a fucking PROBLEM WITH THAT, TEDDY?!”

“Stop fucking shouting!” Teddy groaned, shaking his head. “It’s not a big fucking deal! I wanted to prove to her that I didn’t fucking see her as anything more than –“

“You proved to her you didn’t want her by letting her fucking suck your dick?! Is that how you fucking communicate something you don’t want, Teddy?! Because I got beaten to a fucking pulp!”

“I thought we were past all that, (Y/N)!” Teddy hissed. “It was a fucking blowjob – it meant nothing!”

“It’s still another fucking person’s mouth where ONLY MY MOUTH SHOULD EVER FUCKING GO!” I tugged at my hair, standing. “My fucking god.”

“It meant nothing –“

“It meant something, clearly! Otherwise you’d have just walked a-fucking-way!”

“But I didn’t! I wanted to show my fucking mom that she couldn’t control me or hand me women –“

“So you let some chick suck your cock –“

“To prove a fucking point to my mom that anyone she sends my way will be worth as much as the fucking bitches who take a stack for the privilege –“

“So you PAID HER TOO?!”

“NO, (Y/N)! I FUCKING TOLD YOU IT WAS TO PROVE TO MY MOM –“

“SO YOUR MOM WAS STOOD THERE FUCKING WATCHING YOU?!”

I had imagined the scene thusly. Teddy had walked in, told his mom he’d asked me to marry him, then he’d had Josephine thrown at him, and Teddy had said ‘blah blah blah’ and then Josephine had been so enthralled by him that she’d done the same as me, and had fallen to her knees for him. And he’d guided her head the same way he’d done with me. He’d shown her exactly what to do, just like he’d shown me. She’d been permitted access to places that should have been only mine to go, now… much like my body was Teddy’s playground, his was mine.

I wasn’t fucking prepared for his answer.

“Well… yeah.” I froze up. Teddy looked at me like it was normal to get a blowjob while your mom was stood there, watching. “What did you think I’d fucking done?”

“I…” I closed my eyes and sat. “Explain the scene to me, please.”

“Details, or no?”

“Details.”

“Right…”

And Teddy went on to explain how he’d been sitting on his mother’s sofa, and how he’d told her about me and the engagement, and how Bellafrancesca had been less than enthusiastic about the entire affair. How Bellafrancesca had called in Josephine Maine, and had presented her as a society wife, rather than the power partner Teddy had found in me. And then, when Bellafrancesca had said that Josephine’s job would be to please him, Teddy had snapped, and had demanded that Josephine please him then and there.

He told me how he hadn’t expected her to pull his dick out and start going to town on him, but she had. And he’d held eye contact with Bellafrancesca the entire time. Just because he was so sick of her constantly trying to control him. His mother had literally watched him get sucked off. And yeah, he’d come. Uneventfully, and barely anything to write home about. In fact, it had barely made his jaw tighten… but Josephine had been throat-fucked to near unconsciousness, nearly choked to death by his cum… and Bellafrancesca had held his gaze the entire time.

A tiny kernel within me felt pride. Pride at Teddy for the very obvious pissing contest which he’d quite clearly won, if his mother had indeed kicked him out and broke down after he’d left… but the majority of me felt sick that he’d go to such a rock bottom. The fact that he’d used Josephine to prove a point to his mother meant little. My tongue felt too big for my mouth.

“Say something.”

“What?” I breathed. “The fuck… do I say to that?”

“Anything. Something… Aren’t you fucking proud of me?”

“No! No, I’m fucking… I’m… horrified that you’d – that your own mother –“

“She needed to fucking know that I’m not controllable –“

“You’re not in control either, clearly!”

“It meant nothing, (Y/N)!”

“It didn’t NEED to mean anything, Teddy! You still let another person suck your fucking dick! WITH YOUR MOM WATCHING!” I palmed my face. “I really wish you’d told me you’d done another line. I can handle coke withdrawals… but this? Fuck…”

“I fucking knew you’d react like this. I shouldn’t have fucking told you.”

“React like what?! A normal, reasonable reaction to cheating?!”

“Cheating?! My cock was in her throat! Hardly fucking counts, (Y/N)!”

“Oh my fucking God, Teddy, I really can’t fucking look at you right now.” I stood, walking around the desk. Teddy stood too, catching me. He pulled me close, but I pushed away. He was stronger, so he held me still, crushing his lips to mine. I fought him, though. I fought him, and I pushed back. “Get OFF me!”

“(Y/N)! C’mon!” he whined, following me. “Don’t – fucking do this – don’t leave me because of this! I’m sorry, okay?!”

“I’m gonna need a little bit of time, and a little bit of space, to fucking process this, Teddy.” I tried to keep my voice even, but I wanted to give him some new fucking face tattoos, I was so angry. “Any kind of sex, oral or foreplay or otherwise, is cheating. To me. I’m going to need time and space, and I’m going to need a better fucking apology than ‘I’m sorry, okay?!’.” I just didn’t want to cry in front of him. I turned before he could say another word, and left for the guest bedroom. I heard him kick something and scream in frustration. But the moment my face touched the bed, I started to sob.

Asking me to marry him, then cheating? A new low for the new and improved Teddy that I never thought would hurt so fucking much.

Hours passed. I got dressed fully again, and stayed away from Teddy. I couldn’t face him. I couldn’t face him when I went into his room – which was, thankfully, vacant – to get changed into pyjamas. I couldn’t face him when I crept into the bathroom, praying he wouldn’t be in there, when I went to brush my teeth and wash up for the night. I still couldn’t face him when I went into the guest bedroom, locked the door, and cried myself to sleep.

I know it was just a blowjob. I know it was largely meaningless… but it hurt me. It hurt me more than it did if he’d have told me he was sniffing again. Another person being intimate with him just felt so violating… so hurtful. What was the point of him being mine if he was still willing to give himself to someone else, even if it was to prove a point of his own to his mother? What was the point of me marrying him if I couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t do something like that? Because even if he was telling the truth, and how he described it was how it went down… what if it wasn’t? He was Teddy fuckin’ Lobo. He could have any person he wanted. Being with him, I’d learned that all genders went for him because of the money and the status he brought. It didn’t matter – he literally had the pick of people. He’d picked me. I was his person… and yet…

I woke with a start, the sun still nowhere near the guest room’s windows. That meant it was before midday, since Teddy’s room (well, our room) got the sun in the morning. But I’d left my phone in the office. I felt like trash, from the crying the day before. And from the betrayal. I yawned and stretched. Could I face him today?

No.

I got out of bed and headed into the ensuite bathroom. I looked like trash, too. I splashed my face with some water, used the toilet, then took my time washing my hands. I couldn’t bear to look at him. I felt sick, still, but that could have been dehydration from crying.

I took a moment before I opened the door.

Silence.

Teddy was lying on the sofa, passed out, still in the clothes he had on yesterday. I looked down at him, shaking my head. His hair was mussed from where his hands had gone through it, and his eyes were puffy and swollen from crying. It was only nine in the morning, too. I sighed, throwing a blanket over him. Was I going to leave him? No. Not over a blowjob. Since sleeping on it, I saw it for what it was… but I still wanted him to understand that he did not use sex or any of its peripherals to prove points. I wanted to see how sorry he really was. I needed to know he wasn’t going to do anything like this again, because if I was going to marry him, I needed to know I could trust him to not go behind my back and play around like he used to.

I also understood that I needed to trust him.

I got dressed quietly, and made my way to the little walk-in closet in the hallway, where Teddy’s coats were kept. I rifled through his pockets to find his wallet, and I took the entire thing. Grabbing his car keys from the other pocket, I left the apartment quietly. I needed to start preparing for my re-entry to the world.

First stop. A new haircut. A manicure, to clean my nails up. Then, basic face grooming. I told them to keep me looking natural, but make it neat. When I left, I felt like an entirely new person, even if Teddy’s bank card was a few hundred dollars lighter.

Second stop: tanning salon. I felt a bit weird walking in there, but I asked for a light glow, nothing too heavy. And then, I stripped down, stepped into the little booth, painfully aware that the beautician was eyeing all my scarring. But she said nothing as she started spraying me, and in an hour, I was out – and Teddy’s card lighter still. The tan I didn’t mind paying a little more for, since I needed that to look natural. I needed to look like I’d been in Florida for a couple months, not like I’d been kept in a penthouse apartment.

Third and final stop was the high street. Pulling up in Teddy’s car, doors opened for me. Boutiques opened. People tripped over themselves to help me pick out an entire new wardrobe. I chose things that complemented that which I’d seen Teddy wear, the same reds and golds, the same blacks and blues, understated and classy. And then, jewellery. I walked into a jewellers, and spent what I considered to be an eyewatering sum of money on a few pieces I knew I’d wear. When I was done, I had someone deliver my bags to the apartment. Strangely enough, when they saw Teddy’s car and his name on the card I handed over, a delivery service was available. Someone to fill their car with my bags and follow me home, even heading to a Starbucks for a quick coffee before I went actually home.

The concierge to our building helped us with the bags in the elevator when I got back later that afternoon. Teddy was sitting at the dining table, still in those same clothes, when I stepped into the apartment. The smell hit me, first. The huge, and I do mean huge, centrepiece bouquet of blood-red flowers – not just roses – sat in a stunning vase, right in the kitchen.

“Just put them over there,” I said to the concierge and the delivery assistant, gesturing to the hallway. The assistant looked around the place, spying the flowers, stunned. “Gorgeous, isn’t it?”

“It’s… wow…” he breathed. “Good luck...”

“Thanks.” I slipped him a one-hundred dollar bill, same with the concierge, and sent them both away. Teddy stared at me. I looked incredible.

“Where - (Y/N) – where did you go?!” Teddy breathed, scrambling to me. He was wholly, entirely submissive. “Did – are you leaving me?”

“No, Teddy. I’m not leaving you.” I stepped back before he could grab my hands. “I had errands to run.”

“You took the car?”

“Yep.”

“And my wallet?”

“How else was I going to pay for all this?” I gestured to the bags. “You know, Teddy, my plan had been to do this and take you with me and give you a couple of shows… but then –“

“I fucked up,” Teddy said over me. “I fucked up. I fucked it all up by letting her do… that… to me… and I betrayed you, and I’m so, so fucking sorry.” He stepped forward and sank to his knees. “I want to put it right. I want to do the right thing, (Y/N). Please. Tell me what you need me to do.” He looked up at me, eyes huge. Those fucking puppy eyes that betrayed every single emotion he actually felt, once you knew how to read them. I closed my eyes. He sniffed. “Please.”

“I… I don’t know, Teddy.” I stepped back a touch. He took my hand, pressing his lips to my ring. He trembled. I sighed. “Teddy…”

“I – I got you flowers?” he murmured, looking up at me. “I remembered you like the red ones… I…” he trailed off. “I know it’s not enough…”

“Teddy… it… I…” I looked down at him. “I just need to know you won’t do this again. If we’re going to get married, I need to know you’re not going to make me a fucking laughingstock by sleeping around.”

“Anything,” Teddy breathed. “Anything, (Y/N). I won’t so much as look at someone else in that way. It was a stupid, stupid thing to do. I should have just walked away.” I nodded. I swallowed. A side of me that I didn’t know existed raised its head, and before I could even think about the words, they were coming out of me.

“If you really want to send a message… you could have just fucking killed her.”

It was the jealousy. The jealousy that someone else, some dumb little girl, had had her lips around my man. That his attention had been somewhere else, even for a moment. That he’d allowed it to happen… what had Josephine been wearing to make him want her? What had she said? Had she done? Knowing that I would never fully know that… that’s what knocked me sick.

“Is that what you want me to do?” Teddy’s eyes were still on me. Still on his knees. “You want me to take her out?”

“I…”

“Because I’ll do it, (Y/N). I’ll do it. You give me the bullet and it’s done.” And he was fucking serious. “Or you can do it. Whatever you need, baby.”

I realised Teddy hadn’t once swore the entire time he was on his knees. The genuineness in him right then… it took my breath away. He pressed his lips again to my ring, still watching me. I realised I could have told him to stay like that, on his knees, for days. And he would have done. I took my hand back gently and moved to the little annex where he kept his guns. He watched me.

“Stay there,” I murmured, and he nodded, resting back on his heels. I picked up one of his gorgeous golden handguns, and a single bullet. Was I really going to do this? Make him kill someone for my own jealousy? I looked down at the bullet. I put it into the empty handgun magazine, clicked it into place, and relished the weight of the gun in my hand. I moved back through to Teddy.

I clicked the safety off the gun, loading the bullet.

I put the barrel against his forehead.

He fucking whimpered.

“(Y/N)… p-please…” My hand shook. But he didn’t lean away. I realised he’d take it. He’d take it from me. I lowered the gun, spinning the handle to him.

“Do it.” He looked at me, then took the gun. “Rules… no-one else can know it was you. But I want her to know it was you. I want you to look her in the eye when you do it. But no-one else can know it was you.”

Teddy nodded. He took my hand, kissed it.

“Come with me?” he said softly. “So you know I’m serious about you?”

“Alright.”

The second I stepped into that car beside him, with the gun loaded with a single bullet…

I knew I’d finally lost myself.

[henrys-wee-hen]

No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 20

Sorry for the little delay, guys! I'm on holiday, and it is a DIY holiday, so i've been laying laminate flooring and fixing bits here and there... but, chapter 20 is here!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/123008980

TWs: blowjobs, Teddy being a prick.

Teddy

Teddy sat outside the Lobo Mansion for quite a while before he went inside. His goal wasn’t to get his mother to be overly enamoured with the way things had turned out, but he couldn’t keep doing things this way. He wanted to marry (Y/N), and he wanted his family there. He wanted his mom there. She was his only family. He knew the boys would be there, his friends. But he wanted his mom there. In an ideal world, she’d be happy for him and (Y/N), and that would be the end of it… but Bellafrancesca’s start with (Y/N) hadn’t been so pleasant. They’d both have to put a lot of bloody, muddy water under the bridge before they could go any further.

He simply couldn’t have the two most significant people in his life at loggerheads with each other. Especially not when (Y/N) would be eventually taking on whatever roles Teddy couldn’t do in his capacity as head of the family. And since Bellafrancesca wouldn’t die for at least another two or three decades… Teddy ran a finger over his bottom lip. He had to do it. Now or never.

Climbing from the car, he locked it and ran a hand over his hair. (Y/N) had kissed him sweetly, fixing his lapels, telling him he looked drop dead gorgeous. And he if came back home in one piece, a special surprise would be waiting for him on the rooftop terrasse… Teddy had grinned. He grinned at the memory, and shivered a little at the thought of (Y/N)’s beautiful body…

No – not the right time to get a hard-on.

Teddy walked into the Mansion, assessing the place before he made his move. Brice, on the stairs as usual. Men lining the top mezzanine. On the main floor, all kinds of usual bullshit – drug dealing, weapons trading, gambling… the good bullshit. He’d keep this side from (Y/N). He walked over to Brice, smiling.

“Alone today?” Brice smirked.

“Congratulations! You’ve still got a fucking brain after I knocked you out.”

“I still owe you for that one, Tedward.”

“Naugh. We’re even, you little bitch, after you punched me in the face. Where’s my mom?”

“In her office. She’s with someone.”

“Then I’ll fucking wait.” He started to climb the stairs, but Brice blocked his path.

“Yeah. You can wait right back at home.”

“Get the fuck off of me, Brice.” Teddy stared at him. “Let me go see my mom.”

“What’s it about?”

“None of your fucking business! She’s my fucking mom!”

“And you think it’s normal to drive full-speed at your mom?”

“I do when her asshole driver blocks my way and does the same thing, yeah!” Teddy ground his teeth. “Move.”

Brice stared down at him for a moment, but then relented and stepped aside. Teddy spat at him from behind and jogged up the stairs, smirking. The asshole was so fucking huge, he hadn’t even felt it hit the back of his head. It dripped down, and Teddy chuckled to himself. That was for what Brice had been about to do to (Y/N) for the drugs…

Teddy jogged along the corridor, installing himself with a little drink in the living room. He flicked on the TV, and then his phone buzzed in his pocket. A text from (Y/N).

Good luck, tiger. Not that you’ll need it. But if you need a little bit of courage… I hope this helps. Love you xxx

Accompanying the text was a photo, (Y/N) completely naked in the shower. Teddy grinned.

You’d better be fucking prepared for me when I get home. Fighting for your place in my family like this – make sure there’s a couple of Gatorades in the fridge for me, baby ;) x

He flipped back to the photo, enjoying the scene in front of him for a bit. God, (Y/N) was beautiful. And always so ready for him… so into him, as well… he’d struck lucky. So lucky.

It took an hour and a half before his mother came for him. An assistant, a young woman, came and fetched him. She blushed the entire time, openly flirting with him as she walked him down the corridor, touching his arm, pushing her breasts up. She was all over him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr Lobo,” she smiled, twirling a little lock of her hair. “I’ve heard all about you. You’re a real… well, I’ve always had, you know… I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Is that so, baby?” Teddy purred. “How long?”

“Oh… well… er…” She flushed and tucked her hair behind her ear. Teddy turned and blocked her path with his arm, covering her body with his. “Oh… my…”

“How fuckin’ long, baby girl?” She practically melted. Teddy caught her chin in his hand. “Use your words, sweetness.”

“Si… since I w-was… sixteen…” Josephine swallowed. “I’m twenty-eight…”

“And you thought you’d get a job with my mother… and that would be a stepping stone to me?” Teddy growled, eyes darkening. She swallowed. But her nod was there. Teddy brushed her bangs back from her face. As Teddy dipped his head, his lips brushing her cheekbone. “Pity for you, sweetness, but I’m already fucking taken…” He leaned back and chuckled. “Next time, have a bit of fucking self-respect.”

Teddy left the woman alone, and the she stepped through the doors, trying to regain her composure. She mumbled something about ‘Teddy Lobo, ma’am’, and Teddy stepped around her.

“Teddy,” Bellafrancesca smiled. She was seated behind her desk, glasses perched on her nose. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Hey, mom,” Teddy said softly. He took a seat, leaning forward. “I wanna call a truce.”

“A truce?” Bellafrancesca raised her eyebrows. “But that would imply that we are at war, Teddy.”

“Haven’t we been?” he kept his voice soft and even. “You keep coming after (Y/N).”

“Me? Teddy, darling, I haven’t done anything!” The mock shock on Bellafrancesca’s face almost sent Teddy into a spin. But he centred himself, thinking about (Y/N) and the ring that sat on that pretty little finger. His ring.

“The hostilities in the street, mom,” Teddy sighed. “Look – I didn’t come here for a fucking fight, alright? I’m…” He took another breath. Bellafrancesca looked at him. “I want a truce, I want you stop sending the guys after us… and I’ve got something I need to tell you.” Bellafrancesca took her glasses off and placed them on the desk. She linked her fingers together, giving him her full attention.

“(Y/N) still owes the family fifty-six thousand dollars.” Teddy’s eyes widened.

“Excuse me?”

“You think I didn’t count how many 8 balls that vicious little snake stole? For you, apparently.”

“They were for me. (Y/N) took them to help me get clean. I barely took half of one. We still have the other five. You want them back? Or you want me to bump’em?” Teddy looked at her matter-of-factly. Bellafrancesca looked a little taken-aback. She licked her lips, thinking for a moment.

“Get rid of them. You might as well hand them off to the runners.”

“Alright. And you’ll stop sending the boys after us, now? You’ll leave (Y/N) alone?”

“I will leave you both alone.” Bellafrancesca smiled, although it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Thank you.”

“And the second piece of news?”

“Oh. Yeah…” Teddy smiled softly, looking down. He looked up at her after a little bit. “(Y/N) and I are engaged.”

Bellafrancesca’s face fell. While she managed to keep her composure, mostly, her face fell. Her son, sullying himself with an ex-cop – and now bringing said filth into the family?!

“No, Teddy. No. It is out of the question.”

“What?”

“It is out of the question. Engaged? To that little police officer? No, no, Teddy. No. (Y/N) is not remotely good enough for you, or for this family. The very idea!” She laughed melodically and incredulously.

“Surely that’s my decision to make?” Teddy breathed. “Surely I decide who is good enough for me? And since I’ll take over the family business one day… I think it should be my choice who’s by my fucking side when that happens.”

“And you’re choosing (Y/N)? A police officer? A useless, worthless little nobody you had to kidnap and torture to get to love you?” Teddy’s eyes widened a fraction. “Would you not prefer someone who has always loved you, hmm? Who doesn’t seek to change everything you are?” Bellafrancesca stood, leaning over her intercom. “Someone who has more loyalty to the Lobo family than your little piece of rotting meat?”

“Like who, mom?”

Bellafrancesca pressed a button on her intercom, and kept eye contact with Teddy as she spoke.

“Josephine, my dear, please come in here for a moment.” Teddy closed his eyes and sat back.

Behind him, the doors opened. Josephine stepped inside, the same young woman who’d led him down the corridor. Her eyes were huge as she looked at him, but she’d changed her clothes – or had she just taken off her sweater? Teddy’s eyes roamed over her body. He couldn’t help it. Every inch of her was so neatly put-together, so well-formed… so perfect… Bellafrancesca smirked, eyes glittering.

“Josephine Maine. The second eldest daughter of the Maine family.” Bellafrancesca presented the beautiful woman with a flourish, circling her. Teddy sat back, legs spread. “A perfect example of someone who fits into our world. And someone who has no desire to change you, merely support you. Please you. Be there for you when you need it, but not get in the way.” She placed an arm around Josephine’s shoulders and grinned. “The perfect addition to our family, and the strengthening of a union of two families who can build a bigger, better Empire together.”

Teddy pressed his lips together. He looked at Josephine, who was looking at him, innocent on the surface, but there was a subtle glint underneath like he was a piece of meat. A look he’d only ever really seen in (Y/N)’s eyes. He looked at his mother briefly, keeping his face impassive.

“Please me, huh?” he murmured, running a finger along his lip. He dropped his hand after a moment, eyes on Josephine, who smiled nervously at him. She stepped forwards a little, nodding.

“Yes,” she said softly, linking her fingers together.

“Go ahead.” Teddy gave a small nod of his head. Josephine looked a little confused. She looked at Bellafrancesca, who was curious. “What are you waiting for?”

“I… I’m sorry, Teddy… I’m… not sure what you mean –“

“You wanna fucking please me?” he watched her. She nodded again. “So fucking please me.” Still, Josephine stood there, unsure. Afraid, almost, actually. But Teddy beckoned with his fingers, and she stepped forwards.

Josephine licked her lips nervously. With Bellafrancesca stood behind her, he surely couldn’t expect her to do anything sexual?! But what else could it mean? His hands – with those awful tattoos – rested on his inner thighs as she took another step towards him. She looked back at Bellafrancesca, scared. But the woman offered her no guidance, no assistance. There was a tension in the room, and Josephine sighed. She’d been interning for the Lobo family for a while, now, getting close to the matriarch to try and get secrets from her. A false alliance – a wolf dressed as a sheep in a herd of wolves – is what the Maine family had decided on. And what better way than via Josephine, who had been sweet on Teddy for years. Josephine tucked a stray hair behind her head and took a seat beside Teddy, who looked bored. She took his hand, kissing his knuckles, which earned her an eye roll.

Teddy pulled his hand away and took a hold of the back of her neck, pulling her close.

“Teddy,” she gasped, her hand pressed against his chest, his mouth by her ear.

“I said fucking please me,” he breathed. “So fucking please me.”

“I d-don’t know how –“

“You fucking do.” He traced a finger along her cheekbone. “I’m beginning to fucking think you don’t really want me…”

“I do!” Josephine said softly. She kissed him fully, on the mouth, and straddled him, her cheeks burning. Teddy barely responded, giving her nothing. If anything felt good, he didn’t let it show. Not even as Josephine’s hand slid down the front of his shirt, both hands making shaky, slow work of the buttons and zip of his trousers, kissing his skin, the tattoos on his neck, the hollow of his jaw – anything to get a response. She really wanted him to stop her, though. She wanted Bellafrancesca to stop him. Step in. Do something. Do anything. But neither of them did… so, she pressed on, desperate for some kind of guidance in this horrible, awful situation.

She climbed to her knees on the floor between his feet and, with a trembling hand, pulled his cock out, stroking him with, trembling, fluttering fingers. Again, Teddy gave nothing away. Josephine wanted him to look at her, to smile at her, to give her something, some acknowledgement that she was on the right track – a lip-bite, a slight roll of the eyes… anything… But even as she took him into her mouth, nearly gagging when she took him deeper than she’d planned to, he kept his eyes firmly on his mother.

Bellafrancesca held her son’s gaze, too horrified to break it, but also reluctant to let him win this one. Just another girl on her knees to him, but Josephine was bred for this life. She’d been moulded for it… and yet, he’d reduced her to the same level as the paid holes he used to satiate himself with… Teddy barely missed a breath as Josephine worked her ass off, trying to get something from him. Bellafrancesca felt a little sick to her stomach that her son was so ready to reduce such a rare, dignified flower to no more than a common whore. But Teddy held no regard for any of the Five Families. Especially not some little thoroughbred bitch thrown at him to secure a line he’d already fucking secured. Josephine tried, though. Her head bobbed up and down, working her tongue, even grazing him with her teeth at one point.

But Josephine didn’t know all the little tricks that (Y/N) had taken the time to learn. She didn’t know that, if she wanted to make Teddy moan, he needed a much lighter touch, an unpredictable touch, a firm yet gentle touch. She didn’t know that he needed her to feel more of him, really appreciate the parts of him that she could reach. He needed more of him touched… Josephine would never know that, if she stroked him with one hand, cradled his balls with the other, and kissed his stomach softly, and bit him lightly on the thighs, or the stomach, or that one little special tattoo on his hipbone he’d gotten just for (Y/N)… he’d be putty in her hands and mouth.

None of the hookers he’d ever had knew what got him off spectacularly. (Y/N) had been the first sexual partner he’d had who’d actually learned what he liked, how he liked it…

Josephine’s work was pale in comparison.

Teddy pushed his fingers into her neat little ponytail and pushed her deeper onto him, making her choke. He forced her head down faster, setting a relentless rhythm that cut off her breathing and made tears stream down her cheeks. Bellafrancesca’s hand moved to her mouth, and she bit the inside of her lip. Still, Teddy didn’t back down. He didn’t look away, or even show that his climax hit him. The only tell was the choked cough that Josephine gave as he filled her throat and nose, his jaw tightening as his breath hitched ever so slightly. Once Teddy was done, he released her and she sat back, clutching at his knees for stability. Josephine looked up at him, her hand cupping her dripping, gross mouth and nose. Teddy leaned back.

“I’ve had underpaid fucking waitstaff do better than that in my car for the sheer fun of it,” Teddy murmured, licking his lips. “And I’ve had hangers-on who’ve at least tried to make choking on my fucking cum sexy…” He reached forward, lifting her chin with a single finger. “But that felt like a chore for you, sweetheart. I’m sure you made my fucking mom happy, though.” Teddy gestured to Bellafrancesca, who looked down briefly. Teddy grinned. He had her now. “But if you want me, you’re gonna have to try a lot fucking harder. You’ve got competition… and that competition is already a pinprick on the horizon… so far ahead of you, sweetheart… so far a-fucking-head…” Teddy chuckled as Josephine gagged again, her mascara running down her cheeks. “Get the fuck out of here and clean yourself up.”

Josephine didn’t need telling twice. She scrambled to her feet on weak knees, trembling as she ran from the room, still coughing.

Teddy tucked himself back in, zipping up and leaning back against the sofa.

“Tedward…” Bellafrancesca began. She stared at him for a moment. “She – how could you – she is innocent –“

“Is she, mom? Is she fucking innocent?” Teddy’s lips curled. “If she was so fucking innocent, she wouldn’t have been so willing to get on her fucking knees and do what she’s just fucking done.”

“You forced her to –!”

“I fucking didn’t,” Teddy breathed. “She got on her knees because she wanted a fucking reaction from me. She wanted me to fucking want her. But I already have somebody, mom. (Y/N). And I already fucking told you, we’re getting married.” He stood, stretching. Between his legs, on the seat, a lot of Teddy remained. And on the floor, too. Huge globs of stuff, of Teddy mixed with whatever had come out of Josephine’s mouth… Teddy smirked. “You can either welcome (Y/N) into the family, or you can keep throwing free blowjobs at me. But understand that no-one, and I do mean no-one, will ever fucking get from me what (Y/N)… because (Y/N) is the only person who’s ever bothered to get to know me properly on that level. And it’ll take a lot more than a pretty face and a nice body to sway me from my other fucking half.”

“You really do choose the little police officer over someone born and bred for the role of your wife?” Bellafrancesca kept her voice low, even, but she couldn’t hide the terror that laced every single syllable. She’d never be able to unsee what she’d just seen…

“I really fucking do, mom.” Teddy pushed his hands into the front pockets of his trousers. “I’m done with you constantly trying to put me the fuck down to fit your agenda. One day, you’ll be dead, and all this stuff will go to me. And with (Y/N)’s expertise, we’ll be an impenetrable, unstoppable force. New Orleans, Baton Rouge, Lafayette, Shreveport… other states and beyond…” Teddy’s eyes glazed over as he zoned out, his thoughts on the future.

A future without his mom.

Bellafrancesca closed her eyes and looked down. Finally breaking gaze with him, she let out a sob, choking it back with a hand pressed over her mouth.

“Understand this, mom,” Teddy said softly. “I will always do what I fucking need to, to make sure I’m happy… and now, I’ll do whatever I fucking need to, to make sure (Y/N) is happy… we’re both gonna be fucking happy, mom. We’ll send you an invite for the wedding, when we plan it. Because it’s really fucking hard for us to keep our hands off each other for long enough to do anything meaningful, you know?” He grinned, licking his lip. Bellafrancesca looked at him, a sickened look on her face. “If that had been (Y/N) taking a knee in there… woof. I’d have been a puddle, mom.”

“Tedward… I… I need you to get out.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” Teddy held his hands up, but before he left, he kissed Bellafrancesca’s temple. “Love you, mom.”

She didn’t reply. As Teddy let the door swing closed, he heard her break down entirely, and he chuckled to himself. Josephine was sat back in her position at the secretary’s desk outside his mother’s office. She was clean, now, at least, but she looked a little queasy. She jumped to her feet when Teddy approached.

“Mr – Lobo –“

“You had my cock down your throat, sweetheart. I think we’re on first name terms.” He folded his arms, licking his lips. “I need you to understand that nothing you could have done would have been good enough. I already have someone who sees me, see. I would say I’m sorry for using you like that… but you seemed pretty fucking eager to do me.”

“I…” Josephine mumbled. She flushed scarlet.

“Brush your teeth and use mouthwash, or rinse your mouth with vodka. It’ll get rid of the taste.”

“I – there is no –“

“I know there’s a taste, honey.” He leaned forward on the desk. “But it’s a taste you’re gonna fucking enjoy when it’s someone who adores you as much as you adore them…” He tapped her nose. “Vodka. And spit it out. Then pour yourself something strong.” He winked at her and turned before she could reply, and left.

He hadn’t been so sure what his mission had really been… but as Teddy sat in his car, almost ready to go… he felt so, so dirty. It took him a little too long to realise the emotion he was feeling was guilt.

He had to tell (Y/N) the truth about what had just happened… and he didn’t think he was going to fucking like it.

[henrys-wee-hen]

No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 19

At this point it's pure brain rot. Enjoy!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/122536663

As I lay on Teddy’s chest, enjoying the moment of his mood being stable, in the afterglow of Teddy showing me exactly how much he loved me, I remembered something I’d heard. I looked up at him, chuckling. At one point, right in the middle, he’d gone to wash the blood off his face while we both took a break. I stroked his cheek.   

“You gotta give me a fucking… minute, baby,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair. “Or go get me a Gatorade or something… I think I got one more left in me…”  

“Then save it for the morning,” I murmured, smirking. “Because I don’t think I have anything else in me… but it’s sweet you were willing to please me again.” Teddy chuckled softly, pulling me close for a kiss. “But I do have a question.”  

“Yeah?”  

“Mmm. Before, when Brice came in… and you decked him…” Teddy pressed his lips together. “What did you mean when you said I was practically a Lobo?”   

He blushed. He fucking blushed .   

He looked up at me with puppy eyes. “It’s true, (Y/N). That plan you made… the stuff? The charity work? That’s basically the kind of role my mom had when my dad was alive. But she hated it. And she wanted more control… but you don’t like the fucking gross side of it… but it would make me so fucking happy if you had a place here, beside me, that you could be proud of.” He smiled a little. “If that’s what you wanna fucking do, then it’s yours.”   

“And if I just want to do this?”  

“Yours, baby.”   

“And if I want both?”   

“Woof,” Teddy grinned, as I stroked the soft hair trail on his lower stomach. “Baby, the things you’re doing to me… I thought you said you didn’t have another one in you…”   

“Let me go get you that Gatorade…” I purred, climbing from the bed. I could feel his eyes watching me, and I felt quite a crazy amount of him start to drip down my inner thigh.   

“Fuck,” he breathed, and I looked back and winked at him.   

The clock on the wall in the kitchen read midnight, and after getting drinks and a bowl of strawberries, I took a moment to gaze out of the window at the glittering city below.   

At my empire.   

I’d thought making Teddy Lobo into a good, law-abiding citizen would be a short-term, quick thing… but I realised I’d be playing a long game, years and years… if I could get Teddy investing in the stock market, rather than selling drugs, it would be a step to the other side and keep us rich. If I could get him investing in property, rather than weapons… another side. There were so many ways for him to make the money his family made now, without crime, and do good for the community… Maybe it was a pipe dream. But I realised now that I could do way more good at Teddy’s side, than I could trying to be a police officer. I just hoped Rebecca would understand that I hadn’t done it to spite her when I inevitably stepped out as his partner. Because I understood, as I looked at the eternal party that was New Orleans shimmering and glittering below, that I couldn’t go back to my old life. Not now.   

But I also didn’t need to become a criminal. I could be a good influence on a man slowly losing himself.   

I made my way back to the bedroom and climbed over the sheets. Teddy took the Gatorade from me, draining half the bottle already as I put the bowl on the bedside table.  

“Really, tiger?” I murmured, leaning over him to get a strawberry.   

“Like I said, you’re one fucking orgasm away from draining me dry for the next… twenty-four hours, baby,” he murmured back, eating a couple of strawberries. I loved how he tasted after them. Strawberry Teddy was by far my favourite. “At least.”   

“Mmm… so I have a choice, then,” I said softly. “Either I wait a little bit, and enjoy it in the morning… or I make you knock me clean out now?”  

“Mhm.” Teddy pushed me over and kissed me. “Entirely up to you.”   

“All this power… it’ll go straight to my head, you know…” I ran both my hands through his hair and over his tattoos, feeling the soft muscle roll underneath. “So much power… the offer of an empire, and your last orgasm for the next day…”   

“People would kill to be right where you fucking are right now, (Y/N).” Teddy dipped his head and kissed my collarbone, my throat. We’d long since removed the bandage keeping the butterfly stitches closed; the cut wasn’t deep, and it had already knitted together. “Filled with me, beneath me… mine entirely…”   

“I’ll believe that when I’m waking up aching …” I whispered, eyes gleaming. Teddy dived on me, dived down, and began his final assault of the night.   

Morning broke, a beautiful dazzling and bright blue sky the perfect backdrop for how I felt about Teddy: like he was dazzling me. We were sleeping in much the same position we’d fallen asleep in. I was draped across him, his arm around me pretty tightly. I sighed, wriggling a little so I could stretch.   

“Good morning, beautiful.”   

“Oh – you’re awake,” I smiled. Teddy looked down at me. He was indeed wide awake, scrolling his phone with an airpod in. “Good morning, handsome.” He took the airpod out and put his phone down.   

“I didn’t wake you, did I?”  

“No.”   

“Good.” I yawned deeply, my body aching deliciously . Teddy nuzzled my hair, rolling on top of me. “What do you wanna do today?”   

“Hmm... Do you wanna start with dogs, or kids?” Teddy’s face fell a little, both in confusion and panic.   

“I - fucking – what do you -”  

“Not have them, you fucking idiot,” I grinned. “Charity them.”  

Teddy visibly sagged.   

“Jesus fucking Christ, (Y/N),” he murmured, kissing me. “You could convince me to get a dog, but a fucking kid?” he shook his head. “Not yet, at least...”  

“Glad we’re on the same page with that, tiger,” I grinned. “But at least let’s plan it. I think, while you’re stable for the time being, we should work. You especially...”   

“You’re fucking telling me you don’t wanna lie here the entire day?”   

“Mmm. Are you telling me you lied last night about not having anything left in the tank for me?” I stroked his stomach, and he winced. “That’s what I thought, baby.”   

“Bled... me... fucking... dry ,” Teddy growled, but his eyes were sparkling with mischief. “And... for future notice, you little fucking vampire, it’s kinda painful when my balls are dry...”   

“Noted,” I smirked. “I hope we never get to that point on a regular Wednesday night.”   

“But any other night of the fucking week’s good, huh?”   

Oh, to have him back. To have that greedy, cheeky little smile back, the sparkle in his eyes, the cocksure way he walked around the place... it was heaven.   

We made breakfast and sat out on the rooftop terrasse, and then both of us got ready for the day. Seeing Teddy back in those fucking clothes, looking his best again... God, I fucking loved him when he was a mess, but I’d almost forgotten how good he looked and smelled when he actually got dressed properly. All the little accents, the little additions... I felt drab in comparison, in my jeans a plain shirt. But it’s all the boys had bought for me.   

Still, it didn’t matter so much. We sat in the office for most of the morning, going over the numbers and figuring out how we could help out the local dog rescue. It felt a little bit juvenile, but with some research and planning, by lunchtime, we had a potential way forward. And Teddy was pretty excited about it too, especially when we checked out the website and saw some of the dogs that were up for adoption.   

We made a list of the things they needed: food, toys, vet care, groomers, cleaning supplies, walkers, donations.   

The easiest stuff to start with would be the vet care and donations. We could easily transfer a load of cash for that kind of thing, right away. But we wanted to set up a link with them. And Teddy didn’t want to make that call.   

“It’s your project,” he smiled at me. “You fucking call’em.”   

“But it’s your name,” I shot back. “I’m just (Y/N). I’m not remotely attached to you.”   

“True,” he smirked. “Guess we’ll have to fucking do something about that.”   

“But today?”  

“If we can cover your throat up, maybe we can head over there.” Teddy placed a hand on my thigh and ran his thumb over the fabric of my jeans. “Quietly.”   

“And come back with a dog?”   

“Absolutely not. Not yet, anyway.”   

“Better idea,” I grinned. “Let’s send them a load of food, toys and pay a vet to cover care  right now... and then ask them if we can work with them.”   

“Whatever you fucking want, baby.”   

With Teddy feeling somewhat stable, a couple of weeks passed by. He was much like his old self, just less twitchy and trigger happy. I even stopped microdosing him, because he just didn’t need it. We went out a couple times here and there, to restaurants and to the movies, just enjoying time together without the constraint of either of us being too banged up.   

Once or twice, Bellafrancesca sent her guys after us, to scare us, but Teddy just didn’t seem scared of her anymore. That paranoia he’d had, the neediness he’d had to please her... it had clearly been made worse by the cocaine. Even when Bellafrancesca, on the way to wherever her elegant ass was needed, had her three black SUVs block our path in the middle of the street in a strange game of chicken, Teddy didn’t fucking hesitate. He revved the engine of his gorgeous Dodge, the sound echoing through the street. And then, he drove at full-speed, pushing the car’s limits, straight at the car holding his mother.   

I screamed, partly with fear, partly with pure joy – Teddy driving at speed was something to fucking behold – and, of course, Bellafrancesca’s driver chickened out. He pulled out of the way just as we roared past. Teddy holding his middle finger up out of the car window as we passed.   

We did random things in the community, too, though. Teddy had instructed his accountant to set up another funding account which held money for the community projects I wanted us to work on. So, while Teddy went back to his old role (albeit more willing to delegate the tedious little jobs to his men), I was able to focus on something a little more helpful. With the money, we bought an old, crumbling hall, and started renovating it with the intention of finally putting Loco Lobos into motion. A youth centre where kids could go to have a decent time. Teddy got real excited when I told him we could put games consoles in there, and have mini gaming tournaments if he wanted. And when I talked about the movie room I wanted to put in there, he made me promise we could christen it before we opened it. I rolled my eyes. His mind…   

He also got fairly excited about the basketball court at the back of the place, on a patch of land that would need to be flattened and redone.   

The thought of Teddy getting excited about those things – especially the idea of him sitting in a room full of kids and holding a fucking gaming tournament with them – made me tingle. Teddy, helping the community… we’d be the stars of the show. The real society couple… and the Lobo Empire would be a good thing, as much as a bad thing. Because life is all about balance, right?   

One night, after a particularly beautiful dinner (and making Teddy let me drive us home after he’d filled up with gas – which, again, was something I found too fucking sexy to be normal), Teddy started getting a little flirty as I pulled into his parking spot in the garage. He pushed his seat right back as I unclipped my seatbelt, and he pulled me onto him. He kissed me deeply, holding my thighs tightly. But he trembled a little, and I wasn’t too sure why... the last time he’d been this trembly, he’d taken a hit, a little microdose to take the edge off... I pulled back.  

“Why are you nervous?” I asked, frowning. “You’re shaking.”  

“I’m not fucking nervous... I just can’t fucking wait to get you up those stairs...”  

“Aha,” I purred. “So, it is excitement...”  

“Sure...”  

There was something hesitant about the way Teddy was with me. Almost like he was fumbling, stumbling over his usually sure moves. He never ever faltered, but this time... It was strange. We made out in the elevator up to the penthouse, but instead of feeling hot, feeling like it was stoking the usual fires... it felt like Teddy was stalling for time. I frowned.  

“What it is, Teddy?” I asked softly. He said nothing, dragging me by the hand along the corridor to the apartment. I pushed him against the door before we went in. “Tell me what’s going on... Or I’ll drag it from you.”  

“Ha,” Teddy laughed. But before he could brush me off again, I slid to my knees in front of him, and unbuttoned his trousers. I had him in my mouth before he could utter another word, and the back of his head hit the door in pure pleasure, whatever lie he was about to spin catching in his throat, coming out instead in a guttural, choked moan. It really didn’t take long before he melted, gripping my hair tightly, trying to keep himself upright.  

I stood, kissing him after swallowing.  

“Fuck,” he breathed, trembling even worse now. I grinned.  

“Tell me.”  

“No.” He kissed me again, pulling me inside.  

My little assault outside did nothing to calm him down. Teddy was all over the place, stumbling with me, gripping me in the wrong places a little too hard, tripping as he pushed me backwards onto the bed, so he had to catch me before I hit the floor. And the sex? Sloppy. Fumbled. I ended up pushing him down and taking the lead halfway through just to stop the indecision he clearly felt between continuing foreplay, and getting it on properly. I still felt loved... but his confidence wasn’t fully there.  

As I lay across him, panting a little, Teddy trailed trembling fingers along my damp spine. I didn’t ask where his head was at again. I just let him enjoy the moment, let him figure it out.  

He’d tell me, when he was ready.  

Teddy shifted, reaching beneath his pillow for something. I lifted my head, smiling at him.  

“I love you, (Y/N). You know that, right?”  

“I think you tell me often enough, sure,” I grinned. “I love you, Teddy fucking Lobo.” He kissed me, and turned my gaze to the glittering city stretching out towards the horizon.  

“This city seems to glitter a little fucking more since I met you...” Those fingers again, trailing down my spine. I looked out of the window, too. Such a gorgeous view, unhindered, the city glittering below. And somewhere down there, adding to those little specks of shimmering light, Lobo Mansion. His mother. And his attention was entirely on me, instead. I looked back him. I didn’t really know what to say. But then, from the nest of sheets around us, he lifted his hand. The world around me seemed to stop.  

Those beautiful fingertips held a ring. Probably the most gorgeous ring I’d ever seen. Understated, not overly obnoxious, like I’d imagined Teddy would present to his probably-Eastern-European oligarch daughter fiancée... but understated. Simple. Delicate.  

“Will you marry me?”  

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t say or do anything. I knew in an instant what that ring meant. It didn’t just mean I got his name... it meant I got him . His life. His riches, his power, his empire. It got all the shit that came with it... but I got him . I got Teddy. I got a man who Ritchie Lobo would be fucking proud to call a son. And even though I wanted all of that, there was a moment where I simply wasn’t sure if I actually did or not.  

I hesitated.  

“I... Teddy...”  

“What? What – you – you want me on my knees? You want me on my fucking knees? I’ll get on my fucking knees -” He rolled me off him gently and collapsed to his knees, grabbing my hand. There was the panic. There was the fumbled vulnerability. I felt my heart swell to a crushing size in my chest. “Marry me, (Y/N). Please. Everything I fucking have is yours.”  

“I didn’t want you on your fucking knees, you asshole!” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Yes, I’ll fucking marry you! Yes!”  

Teddy dove back onto the bed with me and kissed me fully, the ring slipping from his hand and landing on the sheets beside us. It lay there forgotten for a solid minute, until Teddy’s hand hit it. He slid it onto my finger and kissed it, linking those beautiful fingers with mine.  

“Hey, look,” I murmured, showing him the way his dollar sign tattoo on his middle finger lined up perfectly with my ring. “Maybe I should get a matching one, huh?”  

“That bullshit? If you wanted to, baby...” He inspected my hand, and I his. “That might be hot, actually.” I giggled. Teddy kissed me. “You’re really gonna fucking marry me, huh?”  

“After everything you’ve put me through, and everything you’ve gone through for me? Tedward Eddie fucking Lobo, I think the least you could do is put a ring on me and fucking lavish me...”  

“Lavish you, ravish you... mmm, sounds good, baby.”  

“Oh, I mean it. You give me that power, I’m going to become a little monster...” I stuck my ring finger up at him. “Last chance to take it back...”  

“Last chance for you to run away happened ages ago, baby.” He kissed me softly. “You’ve been mine for months... now I’m just making it Facebook official.”  

“Does this mean I get my life back, then? My socials? I can go see my family?”  

“Sure. I guess it’s going to have to happen.”  

“I’ll need a spraytan, then. I can’t exactly have spent, what... eight to nine months in Florida and not come back with a tan.” Teddy burst out laughing.  

“You’re fucking sticking with that?”  

“Someone never gave me a choice.” I tapped his nose. “But sure. We can say that I was working with you to try to take down one of the five families... and then we fell madly in love over time. Makes sense, right?”  

“Sure. I could even have been there with you, since I wasn’t really doing much while you were in the ICU. And then I came off the coke...” he smiled at me. “We’re really doing this?”  

“I want to, Teddy. Despite everything you’ve done to me... despite all the horrible, awful things you’ve ever done... I understand you better. And I don’t think I can go back to normal life. Not now. As fucked as this is... I think this is the life I want. And I think I can do more good in the world by your side, than if I’m a cop.”  

“I agree,” Teddy smiled. “I think you can...” He kissed me softly, chastely. Tenderly. “You know what the next thing is gonna be, huh?”  

“What?”  

“We gotta tell my fucking mom.”  

[henrys-wee-hen]

No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 18

This is getting out of hand but fuuuuuuck me. We're at 48,069 words with this one, friends.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/122487352

Under the cut!

The first time in months since I’d been out alone. I couldn’t remember what it felt like to do something outside of that apartment without Teddy by my side. The last time I’d been in that car, Teddy had been there, scared. But, at least that presence was bolstering for me.

I turned on the engine, my hands shaking as I pulled out of the bay and left via the same gate. I took my time through the city, ignoring the looks from people at stoplights and just in the street in general, but by the time I arrived at the Lobo mansion, I was almost a shaking wreck. Gone was the bravado I’d had when Teddy had been beside me. But then, Bellafrancesca hadn’t had any real reason to hate me back then.

Now, she had every reason to have me shot on sight.

I threw the car into a space out front and cut the engine, forcing myself to get out. I then locked the car, and jogged up the stairs to the mansion.

Inside, there was a hive of activity. Men bustling around, a party atmosphere rather than the sullen atmosphere there had been the last time we’d gone around. But then, last time had been in the night. This time was still fairly early... I swallowed.

First things first: sweet talk Brice. Maybe I wouldn’t even need to speak to Bellafrancesca...

“(Y/N).” A gruff voice cut through the crowd, and I froze. Brice was staring straight at me, along with a few other men who all held huge fucking guns. I pressed my lips together, held my hands up, and made straight for Brice. “What are you doing here? You know we have orders to take you out.”

“I’m not here to cause trouble, Brice,” I said softly. “I need cocaine. For Teddy. He’s been stuck in a depressive funk since he’s coming off it, and -”

“Woah, woah, woah. I'm not giving you anything. You want that, you gotta speak to the boss.” He grabbed a hold of my arm, and I yelped. “Come on. She’ll be happy to see you.”

Brice and the others surrounded me and led me upstairs, and I felt the fear strike me. I was grateful my knees didn’t buckle as I was taken down that long corridor, past the living room where Teddy and I had sat a few weeks before, and to a spacious area with a waiting-room-type space. I swallowed, my entire mouth dry. Teddy wouldn’t know what had happened. They stopped me, and gave me a very thorough, very rough patting-down. I felt a little violated, at one point, but I took it because there were so many of them, and I was completely unarmed.

Brice knocked on a large door, and the soft shout of Bellafrancesca came shortly after.

“Yes?”

He opened the door. The other men held me in place.

“Boss,” Brice said. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is here to see you. Alone.”

“My, my. Alright. Come on in.” The men marched me in, still holding me fast. Bellafrancesca was sitting behind a huge desk, minimally-furnished with a pen holder, a computer, and the peripherals. A notepad sat to the side, too. A few notes on there, in very elegant script. Bellafrancesca looked me up and down, not standing. “I have to admit, if I didn’t hate everything you are, my dear, I would admire your courage to come back here and face me again.” I licked my teeth, trying to get some moisture back.

“I’m here for Teddy,” I said softly. God, my fucking voice sounded so weak. “I haven’t come as a threat.”

“Regardless, you have come here,” Bellafrancesca purred. I pressed my lips together. “After taking my son away from me, you have come here.”

“A lot has happened since,” I whispered, struggling a little against the grip of the guys. Bellafrancesca stood, moving to a small table, on which sat a beautiful flick-knife, with an ivory handle. She moved to me, fingering the blade. Everything about her screamed snake, a snake with prey in its trance. She moved slowly, sensually. I swallowed.

“You took my son away from me.” That knife was suddenly against my throat. I tried to move away, but the guys held me fast. “My sweet, beautiful boy... and I hear you have turned him into a shell of himself. Which begs me the question... whichh of the five families you work for?”

“I d-don't work for the five families -”

“Ah-ah-ah, dear (Y/N),” she murmured, shaking her head. “Don’t think I am stupid, my dear. I am not.” She showed me the knife again. “I recommend you tell me the truth.”

“I am telling you the truth,” I whispered. “I don’t work for any of them. I want to work with Teddy – I – I understand how it all works -”

“You understand nothing, my dear.” The knife against my throat again. “You have ruined everything! The five families are circling my empire like sharks because Teddy is nowhere to be seen. Where is he now? Why is he not here with you?”

“Sleeping.” It was all I could manage, while that lethally sharp blade was pressed against my skin. One move, and Bellafrancesca would open my carotid. “He - he’s c-coming off the cocaine... and... it’s... n-not going well...”

“You stink of fear.” Bellafrancesca smirked at me. “You have ruined my son’s life, and now his health... and you want my help.”

“I... I just need a little cocaine. T-to microdose him... bring him up a t-tiny bit -” Bellafrancesca’s throaty laugh cut me off.

“Did you hear this, Brice?! (Y/N) needs cocaine! For Teddy!” Brice started to laugh obediently, as did the guys holding me. “For Teddy… but if he is coming off it, why would you need to have him take more?”

“Microdosing,” I said softly. “I’ve been weaning him off it bit by bit… but I just need a little more… not even fifty grams.” I was thinking in months, here. But it was apparently hilarious.

Bellafrancesca dissolved into mocking laughter again. She shook her head at me.

“My dear, I don’t think you could afford such an amount. Since you have no job, and no money…”

“It’s for Teddy,” I tried.

“And? Even Teddy worked for his perks.” I stared at her. “Let me see… you want fifty grams. Our street price is ninety-three dollars per gram… that’s four thousand, six hundred and fifty dollars.” Bellafrancesca smiled at me, twirling the knife about. “But since I now know you only want enough for one person, over months, which means we will lose out on additional business from that fifty grams… let’s call it an even six thousand.” She faced me, a one hand on her hip, the other holding the knife. “Do you have six thousand dollars, my dear?” I swallowed.

“Do you want your son to be able to come back to work without wanting to kill himself?” I asked softly.

“I want my son back to the way he was,” Bellafrancesca growled. “And I am not above taking away the thing that is ruining his life faster than any little bit of drug could. I believe he nearly threw himself from the balcony of his apartment! You come along and he does this kind of thing! You are the problem in this equation, (Y/N), not the drugs!” Her words were a hiss. “Before you, Teddy was fine –“

“You never told him any of that!”

“I didn’t need to! He wasn’t causing trouble!”

“Please, Bellafrance-“ The look she shot me silenced me. She made a small gesture with her hand, and the guys forced me to my knees. “Mrs… Lobo…”

“I should have had you killed when I saw what had happened in the hospital to you, (Y/N),” she breathed, the tip of the knife pressed against my throat. She pushed a little, and I felt it go into the fleshy part. “But for Teddy telling me you’d eventually one day join us… I decided to leave you alive. What a shame to see you’re still so desperate to take Teddy away from us completely.”

“If you’d let me speak,” I gasped, trying to move away from the knife’s bite. One of the guys holding me forced my head up. I could feel the blood trickling down my collarbone. Teddy had never ever even tried to cut my throat.

“No.” Bellafrancesca rolled the word around her tongue. “You don’t have the right to speak. Not here. Not unless I invite you.” I swallowed. The knife was really biting into my skin. I felt sick. “You take my son away from me. You cost us millions in medical bills. You reduce my son to a shell of his former self… and then you come and ask me for drugs, after you throw a bag of them at my feet, the equivalent of spitting in my face…” I looked down. “And then, I get word that my son tried to throw himself from the balcony of his apartment. And has tried repeatedly to harm himself – hanging himself, drowning himself, cutting himself! You want me to give you something now, (Y/N), knowing you are the cause of all of this?!”

I felt sick. I felt so, so sick. The thought of Teddy in that apartment on his own right then, curled up beneath the blankets, sleeping off the shit I was doing to him… but I knew if he didn’t get clean, he’d never be able to amount to the shit his father had. It had been a running joke in the city that Ritchie Lobo didn’t take a single hit of his own drugs. Getting Teddy clean would also give me more time with him, too. But those thoughts didn’t do shit aside from push thick, ugly tears down my cheeks as I thought of never seeing Teddy again. Of Teddy being back in the clawed clutches of Bellafrancesca. Mother of the fucking century.

Bellafrancesca pulled the knife up, cutting a line along my neck vertically. I yelped, panicking. She laughed at me, crouching down as blood soaked into my shirt. She took my jaw in a delicate hand, but her grip was like a fucking vice.

“Consider this a warning, you vile little snake,” she murmured, her eyes hard. “If you come through these doors again, especially if you come here alone, I will not hesitate to take you downstairs and show you what happens to those who cross the head of the Lobo empire. Do you understand me?” I nodded. “Words!”

“Y-yes, Mrs Lobo,” I breathed, tears still dripping. She threw me back, and the guys let me fall.

“Get out,” she snapped, and I scrambled to my feet, clutching at my throat. I ran through the door that Brice held open for me, and staggered down the corridor, eyes huge. I stumbled down the stairs, aware that the eyes of every single person in there were on me. And none of them helped me. I tried to calm myself down, but I could barely breathe in. I got to the bottom of the stairs. Brice was watching me from the mezzanine.

And then, as I was about to leave… I saw it. A neat little stack of 8 balls. A neat little fucking pyramid of 8 balls of cocaine, little wrapped three-and-a-half-ounce balls ready to go to the streets. Without thinking, I lunged for them and grabbed as many as I could, stuffing them into my pocket before I ran from the place, heart thundering in my chest.

I fell down the stairs outside, clattering to the foot of them on the concrete. It took far too much time for me to get to my feet, scramble to get the car keys from my pocket, and get into what I hoped was safety of the Dodge. I turned the engine on, shaking far too much. And then, I drove away like I’d never driven before, burning off, grateful this time for the cars that got the fuck out of the way.

In the rearview, I saw men spill out. They fired at the car, but none of them hit. I shot off. I had to. I knew they’d come after me and I knew they’d come right to Teddy’s place… but at least he might protect me.

I burst into the penthouse corridor, running on jelly legs for the front door. LOCKED! I hammered on it for dear life.

“LET ME IN! TEDDY! MATTHIAS! LET ME IN!” I screamed. Footsteps on the other side came running, and the door opened. Poor Matthias didn’t stand a chance as I fell in, scrambling to shut it.

“(Y/N)?! What’s happe – FUCK! What happened to you?!”

I lay on the floor, the enormity of the situation catching me now I was ‘safe’. Teddy stumbled into the room too. He looked a little better, his eyes a little brighter. Obviously the sleeping had helped him out.

“(Y/N)?!” he ran to my side, frowning.

“I stole – drugs -from your mom –“ I gasped. “I went – I asked for – Teddy, I’m sorry!”

“You did what?!” I fished a violently shaking hand into my pocket and drew out the six 8 balls I’d swiped. Teddy burst out laughing. “Oh, fuck, (Y/N)… is that for me? Are those – fuck! Are those for me?” He inspected the cut on my throat.

“She’s killed me, hasn’t she?!” I gasped. Teddy shook his head.

“Nah. She’s scared you, that’s all. This is a fucking warning cut, (Y/N), nothing deadly.” He gestured to Matthias, who fetched over a pretty packed-out first aid kit. “Do you think you can walk to the bathroom, or no?” I nodded, taking Teddy’s outstretched hand. He led me into the bathroom and sat me down. “Be a little easier if you got in the shower, (Y/N). Wash the blood off completely.”

“Alright,” I breathed. I knew it’d sting, but I trusted Teddy. He knew enough about cutting people open to know what was a deadly cut, and what wasn’t. I stripped down when Matthias left, and climbed under lukewarm water. “Owwwww!” I cried. Teddy turned the water off, wrapping a towel around me quickly.

“You’re alright, you’re alright,” Teddy said softly, holding me. “Mom can be pretty fucking brutal, huh?” He dried my throat off and stuck a couple little butterfly stitches along the length of the cut. “Why’d you fucking go without me?”

“Because you were sleeping,” I said softly, as Teddy wrapped a length of bandage around my throat lightly, just tight enough to keep the stitches covered. And then...

BANG BANG BANG!

The door was almost kicked in. Teddy’s head snapped around.

“Oh... yeah... and her guys came after me.”

“For fuck’s sake, (Y/N),” Teddy growled. He abandoned me and stood, leaving me to scuttle to the bedroom to go get dressed. I felt about close to shitting myself.

Teddy

Teddy scratched the back of his head as he moved through to the hallway, where Matthias, James, and three others who’d come over to see him were stood.

“Gentlemen, this might get a little fucking messy, alright? But I don’t wanna give my mom -” Teddy was cut off by more banging. “- my mom... reason to start a fucking gang war with me, alright?” Nods all around. Teddy opened the door.

And almost immediately, Brice’s fist hit him squarely in the face, sending him backwards.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Teddy yelled.

“Where’s your little fuckbuddy, Teddy?” Brice asked. He’d never liked Teddy. So getting to deck the little shit-for-brains in the face felt real good.

“You’re not laying a FUCKING FINGER ON (Y/N), BRICE!” Teddy yelled, climbing to his feet. Brice towered over him. “Any fucking problem you got, you got it with me.”

“(Y/N) stole drugs. I just wanna chat about how we don’t steal from the Lobos.”

“(Y/N) practically IS a fucking Lobo.”

“What, you guys get fucking married or some shit?” Brice asked softly.

“No. But shit’s been happening here that my fucking mom hasn’t been privy to. I asked (Y/N) to go get me drugs. I’m coming off that shit. Gotta clean my fucking shit up if I’m gonna prove to my mom that I can take over her work.”

Brice regarded him for a second.

“That’s not the story we were given. (Y/N) said you needed microdosing, and that you were out of it. And...” Brice crouched down. “(Y/N) had come alone.” Teddy rolled his eyes.

“Sure. I asked. What, does my mom not wanna give me drugs any fucking more?” Brice shook his head. “Why the fuck not?!”

“Because you’re not working, Teddy.”

“I’M ON A FUCKING COME DOWN!” If Teddy’s irritation had ever been useful, those mood swings from his rollercoaster withdrawal... it was right then. Teddy swung a fist at Brice and hit the man cleanly on the temple, sending him crumpling to the floor. He turned to the others who’d arrived, too. “Tell my fucking mom if she wants her drugs back, she can come fucking get them herself. FUCK!”

The guys, confused and a little afraid, lifted Brice up and carried him out of the hallway. Teddy clutched his head and let out a scream of frustration. But, (Y/N) had brought those little 8 balls... a microdose did seem like a good idea. He moved to the kitchen, where they were stacked already in a neat little pile. After blowing his nose of the blood that had congealed from Brice’s punch (but thankfully, his nose wasn’t broken), he unwrapped one, placing a tiny, barely there amount on the countertop.

You

I came out of the bedroom once I was sure the coast was clear, and made my way to the kitchen. Teddy was stood there, an 8 ball unwrapped and open on the countertop. A very small amount lay in a thin line, and Teddy bent over it. Something in me… shifted.

“Fuck,” I breathed. The look in his eyes – anger, frustration, wanting, doubt – coupled with the blood that still glistened around his mouth, did something within me. I bit my lip hard, but I couldn’t look away. Almost like Teddy was daring me to do it, daring me to stop him. “Do it. You need it.”

Watching him snort it shouldn’t have been sexy. It should have been repulsive, but it wasn’t. It should have been a lot of things that were bad, but it wasn’t. Something was fucking wrong with me, because when he stood up straight and hissed with the sting of the drug in his nose, I nearly fucking buckled.

“FuuuuuuUUUCK,” Teddy groaned, massaging the side of his nose. “Fuck me…”

“Fucking gladly,” I growled, striding forwards. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him through to the bedroom.

“Matthias – lads – you can go home!” Teddy yelled, kicking the door shut. “The fuck’s brought this on, baby?” he purred, as I threw him onto the bed.

“Maybe nearly losing my life,” I purred, shuffling down so I was sitting on his thighs, so I could tug his sweats down. “Maybe you covered in fucking blood…” I freed him and started stroking him, barely looking down as he grew hard. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking at me. “Maybe…”

“Maybe?” Teddy shook his head, groaning and bucking his hips lightly. “C’mere, baby, you’re overdressed.” Teddy pulled my waistband, and I shimmied them off. As soon as I was stood naked in front of him… well, let’s just say I lost control of the entire situation, and Teddy showed me exactly what his extra-curricular skills were…