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Vicious 9 | Mafia HS

After his father's death, Harry Styles must take control of the family mafia while dealing with his unpredictable brother, Silas. He meets Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, and learns about their arranged marriage.

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Harry's horse came to a sudden stop a few feet away from where Y/N and Silas stood, the animal snorting and pawing at the ground as if mirroring Harry's own restless energy. Dismounting swiftly, Harry's eyes bore into Y/N with an intensity that made her shiver.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His voice was low, a dangerous edge lacing his words as he advanced towards her.

Y/N could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she backed away, her gaze flickering nervously between Harry and Silas. She had expected anger, but the sheer fury radiating from Harry was enough to make her knees weak.

“I just... I just needed some air," Y/N stammered, her voice faltering under the weight of Harry's gaze. “You can’t keep me locked away for the rest of my life”.

"Air?" Harry's voice was a harsh snarl, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Is that what you call it? Running off with my own brother?”

Y/N could see the vein pulsing in Harry's temple, the raw fury that seemed to consume him. She knew she had to defuse the situation before it escalated any further.

“Get on the fuckin’ horse” Harry growled, his eyes boring into hers with a fierce intensity.

"No, Harry, I —" Y/N's protest was cut short as Harry closed the distance between them in an instant, his hand shooting out to grab her arm in a bruising grip.

“Right now!” Y/N could feel the heat of his anger radiating off him, his grip on her arm almost painful. She glanced desperately at Silas, silently pleading for his help, but he stood frozen, his expression unreadable.

With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Y/N knew she had no choice but to obey. Harry was not a man to be crossed, especially when his temper was raging like a wildfire.

Silently, she allowed Harry to lead her back to his horse, her heart heavy with resignation. As they rode back to the estate in tense silence, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get much, much worse.

The ride back to the estate felt like an eternity to Y/N, every moment filled with a tense silence broken only by the sound of the horses' hooves against the ground. Harry's grip on her arm was like a vice, his anger palpable in the rigid set of his jaw and the hard lines of his face.

As they reached the estate, Y/N's heart sank at the sight of the imposing mansion looming ahead. She knew where Harry was taking her, and the thought filled her with a cold dread.

Sure enough, as soon as they reached the stables, Harry dragged her forcefully off the horse, his grip unyielding as he practically dragged her across the grounds towards the dungeon.

“Please don’t do this” Y/N begged, her voice choked with fear and desperation.

But Harry was unrelenting, his expression dark and unforgiving as he hauled her down the stairs into the dimly lit dungeon below the estate. The air was cold and musty, the flickering torches casting eerie shadows along the stone walls.

“I’ll stay in the bedroom. I swear” Y/N pleaded, begging him to not take her downstairs. She was scared. Y/N knew that nothing good came out from being there.

"Shut up!" Harry's voice was a low growl, his eyes blazing with fury as he shoved her roughly against the cold stone wall.

Y/N gasped as the impact knocked the wind out of her, pain shooting through her back from the force of the blow. She fought against the tears that threatened to fall, refusing to show any weakness in front of Harry.

But Harry was relentless, his hands gripping her shoulders with bruising force as he pinned her against the wall.

“Don’t play games with me. Don’t ever, ever think you’re capable of that” he spat, his face twisted with rage. Y/N shook her head frantically, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to reason with him.

His left hand came up to her throat, the pressure firm and unyielding. Y/N felt the weight of his strength, the threat of his power looming over her like a dark cloud. She could almost sense the danger in the air, the knowledge that he could crush her with a mere flick of his wrist.

For a moment, Harry's grip tightened, his fingers digging into the delicate skin of her neck. Y/N gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the suffocating pressure against her windpipe. Panic surged through her veins, a primal fear gripping her as she struggled against his hold.

“Like it or not you are mine” His voice was a low, menacing growl, filled with a dangerous edge that sent shivers down her spine.

Y/N tried to speak, to plead for mercy, but all that came out was a strangled gasp as Harry's fingers tightened even further. She could feel the blood pounding in her ears, the world narrowing down to the overwhelming sensation of his hand around her throat.

In that moment, Y/N felt utterly powerless, completely at his mercy. She could see the glint of triumph in Harry's eyes, the cruel smile on his lips as he reveled in the control he held over her.

Harry lowered his head, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of her neck. His grip on her throat loosened slightly, enough to allow her to breathe but still with a firm hold that spoke of his dominance.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of her skin. It was a heady mix of fear and arousal, a potent combination that sent a shiver of desire down his spine. Y/N's scent enveloped him, filling his senses with an irresistible temptation.

Her skin felt soft and warm under his fingertips, the sensation sending a surge of heat through him. Harry couldn't resist the urge to trail his fingers lightly along the curve of her throat, feeling the delicate pulse beneath his touch. It was a dangerous game he played, testing the boundaries of control as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her skin.

A soft gasp escaped Y/N's lips, her body tensing under his touch. She could feel the heat of his body radiating against her, his closeness sending a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She was trapped, caught in the web of his desire, unable to deny the pull he had over her.

But even as her heart raced with fear, there was an undeniable spark of something else, something darker and more primal. Harry's touch ignited a fire within her, awakening a hunger she didn't know she had. She was torn between the fear of what he might do and the overwhelming need that pulsed through her veins.

In that moment, with Harry's breath hot against her skin and his fingers tracing patterns along her throat, Y/N knew she was at his mercy. She was his to command, to control, to possess. And despite the fear that gripped her, there was a part of her that craved it, that wanted to surrender to the dark desires that burned between them.

But just as quickly as it had begun, Harry pulled away, his grip on her throat releasing completely. He straightened, his eyes dark with a mixture of desire and something more sinister.

With a sudden surge of strength, Y/N pushed against him, trying to break free from his grasp. But Harry was too strong, his hold unyielding as he dragged her further into the dungeon, towards a row of heavy, iron chains hanging from the walls.

“You can’t keep me here! Federico will start asking questions!”

"Let him. I'm not afraid of your father.” He tilted his head, studying her with a dark intensity.

Y/N cried, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls as she fought against him with all her might.

But it was no use. With a cruel smirk, Harry fastened the chains around her wrists, his grip unyielding as he bound her tightly to the wall.

Y/N struggled against the chains, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized the full extent of her helplessness. She was at Harry's mercy now, trapped in the dark, cold dungeon with no hope of escape.

As Harry stepped back to survey his handiwork, a cold chill settled over Y/N. She could see the glint of madness in his eyes, the cruel smile on his lips sending a shiver down her spine.

"Enjoy your stay, Y/N," Harry's voice was a sinister whisper as he turned to leave, the heavy door of the dungeon slamming shut behind him with a final, echoing thud.

Alone in the darkness, chained and helpless, Y/N could only pray for a miracle as she awaited whatever twisted fate Harry had in store for her.

"What did you do with her?" Charlie's voice was filled with a mix of curiosity and concern as he entered Harry's office. There was a hint of a smile on his face, though he tried to mask it with a serious expression. Rumors had been swirling around the estate about Y/N's disappearance, and Charlie was eager to know the truth.

Harry glanced up from his desk, his expression unreadable. "She's downstairs," he replied tersely, his jaw clenched with barely suppressed anger. "Someone needs to teach her a lesson."

Charlie's smile faltered slightly at the edge in Harry's voice. He knew better than to question his boss further, especially when he was in this mood. Instead, he cleared his throat and tried to lighten the atmosphere.

"Ah, I see," Charlie said, though his unease was palpable. “What are we going to do about your brother?”

Harry didn't respond, his gaze focused intently on a map spread out on his desk. The silence between them was heavy, tension crackling in the air.

Charlie shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what else to say. He knew better than to press Harry for more information, especially when it came to matters like this.

"Silas," Harry growled, the name dripping with disdain. "He's proven himself to be nothing but a liability."

Charlie nodded, his expression grim. "It's clear he can't be trusted," he agreed, his voice low.

A heavy silence hung between them as they both contemplated the situation. Silas's actions had thrown everything into chaos, and Harry knew he couldn't let it go unpunished.

"We'll deal with him," Harry said finally, his tone firm and resolute.

"Well, if you need anything else, boss," Charlie began, stepping back towards the door.

But Harry's voice cut through the air, cold and cutting. "Stay," he ordered, his eyes narrowing as he pinned Charlie with a steely gaze.

Charlie froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He swallowed hard, feeling a sense of unease settle over him. "Boss?" he ventured, unsure of what Harry wanted.

"I need you to keep an eye on things," Harry said, his voice low and dangerous. "Make sure no one interferes with what I'm doing downstairs."

Charlie nodded, a sense of dread settling in the pit of his stomach. He had a sinking feeling that whatever was happening downstairs was not going to end well for anyone involved.

"Understood, boss," Charlie replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harry rose from his desk, his movements purposeful and determined. "I'll handle Silas.”

As Harry made his way through the estate, his steps echoed with a sense of urgency. His mind was a whirlwind of anger and determination, fueled by the betrayal of his brother and the defiance of Y/N. He couldn't shake the image of her fighting against him, the fire in her eyes igniting a spark of challenge that only fueled his anger further.

---> chapter 10

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All is fair in love and war: The consequences of your father's new engagement still affect you, you feel betrayed and very lonely, you find it hard to trust others and your anger is directed at everyone, until an old acquaintance arrives to give you a new perspective and perhaps, support.

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4

(Sorry Benji, you are to young for my taste)

Forbidden desires: It wasn’t your fault that your brothers' feud with the Blackwoods escalated into a deadly duel, nor that it cost lives, but now, it is your responsibility to make him hate you... or love you.

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6

A life for a life: Once, you were a betrothed, but now, you are a widow and a prisoner. Yet, it seems the regent prince has set his sights on you, a gaze that, in truth, was always there, watching you from the shadows. But only now, at this crossroads in your life, does he feel empowered to claim you as his own.

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One Shots:

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🃎 Vittorio Puzo 🃎

Dangerous: After the death of Francesco Juliano, the head of one of the most powerful families in the Italian-American mafia, the New York underworld seemed to spiral into crisis. The name Puzo quickly rose to prominence within this shadowy industry, and over time, its power grew under the leadership of Vittorio Puzo. At his side was former journalist Elizabeth Colvin, and for a while, everything seemed almost perfect.

However, they hadn’t anticipated that certain loose threads would remain, and over time, these threads would tangle together, laying the groundwork for the troubles to come.

Meanwhile, Edmund Davis begins his own investigation to find Elizabeth Colvin, who was once his friend and colleague, but who mysteriously vanished one day without a trace.

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Hesper foreign kids masterlist, closeups under cut. I'm hoping to get to draw these guys more often.

Gregory Snow- British/Russian. Catholic. Bisexual, GNC- he/him or she/her. Epileptic and autistic.. He likes fencing and considers himself and independent personality. He's the most likely to take a stand against bullies when it comes to others, but seems to fall short when it comes to defending his own honor.

Alejandro- Mexican. Catholic. Bisexual, Sometimes trans (either direction)- usually he/him. Chronic pain in his (camera) right shoulder after being shot as a child, C-PTSD. Alejandro likes boxing and metal music. He's more likely to defend the entire group, including himself. Prefers to follow and gently steer rather than take charge

Baahir Hakeem- Pakistani. Muslim. No labels, he/him. PTSD. He's a slight musical talent, he likes to discuss this with Alejandro and Gregory alike for their juxtaposing interests in the topic. He's a supportive individual and tends to get involved in trouble on accident rather than spearheading it like some of the others. He technically doesn't live in America anymore, but keeps in contact with the club and Butters.

Christophe (The Mole) Fontaine- Mexican/French. Misotheist. Gay Trans male, he/him. C-PTSD and autistic. Enjoys gardening and sewing. Mole is very grounded but has a major paranoia problem, which makes him a surefire director for smaller schemes and tends to be Gregory's right hand. Relatedly, he is a foster sibling to him, as well as Cosette.

Estella Havisham- Doesn't Exist.

Herbert Pocket- Doesn't Exist.

Philip Pirrup- British, Dead. He started the club, and they tend to honor him both on his birthday and the anniversary of his death. He'll always hold a place in their hearts.

Luigi Puzo(Loogie)- Italian(Sicilian). Cishet, he/him. Autistic. He likes geography and classical literature. Weirdly obsessed with teeth, having returned to the mafia business as an older kid but not continuing the teeth racket. He's the most likely to encite the group into trouble and to stir things within the group. He's sort of like their Cartman.

Cosette [ValJean]- French/British. Lesbian, she/them. She likes painting and acting, and is looking into a career in modeling. Like Baahir, she's a very supportive individual. Sometimes the boys are less likely to listen to her, but all around she's respected and treated kindly by them. She and Baahir are close.

Nadia- Romanian. she/her. She's interested in contortion and acrobatics still, but also is a well-spoken figure who likes to give speeches. She doesn't visit America often at all, but is close with Cosette and is on good terms with most of the others.

Charlotte [Maple]- Canadian. Pansexual, she/her. Likely autistic. She's also interested in acting, but is better off managing careers and events. Expert party planner and organizer. She has the sharpest personality out of the girls, demanding change often and being solid enough to sometimes divide the group- though, they often stand together as she can easily replace Gregory's assertive demeanor if she should choose. She finds these kids to be the only ones to take her seriously. Lives in Canada, but visits often.

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The Outsiders Mafia AU (Headcanons)

!!WARNING: This may contain some spoilers!!!

-Johnny loves Jazz (blues are a close second)

-Darrel is called ‘Superman’ because he once stopped mid getaway to help a woman cross the street

-The entire mafia group worships Frank Sinatra

-Tim got his scar in a violent one-on-one fight with Dallas, which also led to him losing the eye

-Johnny is a FANTASTIC cook, and shares his love through food

-Ponyboy used to watch a ton of Mafia/Secret Agent movies to ‘study’ for his future job

-The Shepherds are all from Sicily, and lived there for most of their teen years

-Johnny learned to speak several languages so that he make international deals

-Angela puts hours of efforts into her curls, and once killed a man for trying to run his fingers through them to flirt

-Curly prides himself in his height, he grew to the same height as Tim just a year before the events of ‘No Permanent Death’ and loves to remind everyone

-Johnny actually has a hatred for alcohol, but drinks it (or pretends to) to make himself seem older

-Tim will only ever drink beer

-Dallas became an assassin because he wanted to be like Charlie Chan and almost quit when he realized the man was, in fact, not an assassin

-Johnny has faked his own death about six times, and has gotten creepily good at it

-Darry hates swearing, and only does it when he’s very very upset

-Darrel is the only Curtis who can speak more than just English, He learned Italian so he could understand exposed messages within the Mob

-Dallas has actually run into the Shepherds several times, he never realized Johnny was Bambi because usually the boss doesn’t participate in the fights

-The socs do exist in this universe!! Most of them are businessmen/women who the mob has killed :P

-Sylvia also exists!! She is Dally’s ex-girlfriend, she left him after she figured out he kills people for a living

-Soda and Steve are still dating Evie and Sandy in this verse. Sandy isn’t aware of what Soda does, Evie actually is also a member of the mob and often helped out Steve at work

-When Mr.Shepherd died, all of his jewelry was given to Johnny because he was taking his place. The only thing he kept was a ring (a thick, gold, engraved ring with a red ruby) the rest was given to the Shepherds to disperse amongst themselves

-The Shepherds each got one ear pierced when they were teens to be more like their father

-Johnny sees the Shepherds as his equals, which is the reason they all dress similarly. This is also why it doesn’t occur to someone that he is the boss.

-Angelas callsign “Bella” comes from the word Bello: which means Beautiful in Italian

-Johnny once shot a very important client just because they shoved Curly

-Curly is actually really bad at his job, but gets away with it because of pure luck

-Soda got the name ‘Dice’ because he's known for taking chances on the job

-Johnny called Tim ‘Scarface’ after he lost his eye in an attempt to raise his spirits, and the name just stuck

-Tim has a glass eye, but often takes it out because he thinks its funny how grossed out his coworkers get

-Johnny wanted to be a musician, and can play the sax and guitar (he couldn’t decide if he wanted to be Louis Armstrong or Chuck Berry lmao)

-Curly wholeheartedly thought he and Johnny were related for most of his life, because he wasn’t on the mission where they found him

-Johnny gives out most of the nicknames, he was actually the first person to call Darry ‘Superman’

-The Sicilian Mafia is usually very specific about only letting in Italians. Johnny called bullshit on this, and that's how Steve(slick) and Buck(comma) got put in

-Steve used to work at the DX, he got invited in to the mafia because he was the only one who was willing to take Johnny’s car (all of his former coworkers thought a scruffy child with a century old car wouldn’t pay well)

-Buck got invited in after Tim and Johnny saw a man throw a drink on him (he beat the man to a pulp and Johnny said he had good enough aim to work for them)

-Angela LOVES compliments (She forces her brothers to hype her up 24/7)

-Johnny holds large dinners with everyone who works under him once a month to get to know them. The reason so many people are willing to take orders from him is because they know he’s the kindest boss they’ll get

-Tim is incredibly well-versed in dressing wounds, it's become somewhat of his job

-Curly cannot aim for shit, and has repeatedly just handed the gun to someone else

-The Curtis’s used to have a dog before Ponyboy was born, but they had to get rid of it to be able to pay for his upbringing

-Curly is known for full-on tackling people in fights, which actually works incredibly well

-Johnny is a horrible driver and has hit several pedestrians, animals, and trees (and got very upset after each one)

-Ponyboy has a binder that he uses as a dairy, he had pages dating back to his parents death

-Curly once tried to tackle Darry on a mission, Darry then simply pulled him off and tossed him out of the room

-Darrel refuses to do any work that involves a woman, and has lost to the Shepherds several times because he wouldn’t detain Angela

-Soda once drove a getaway car straight into the side of a building, and it almost got him and Darry killed

-Johnny paid for Steve to get braces, and he had the nickname ‘Lock Jaw’ for a VERY long time

-The Curtis’s often have movie nights!!

-Johnny refuses to hurt children, and often makes someone take the kid to another room if they do anything violent

-Ponyboy LOVES the arts, and his knowledge of Italian literature and art has saved him many times

-Angela is an excellent baker, and often tries to get her brothers to help her (they fuck it up every single time)

-Ponyboy still has nightmares in this universe, and has climbed into Soda/Darrys bed several times

-Darry hates that Pony often sees him as the bad guy, but knows he has to be to keep him safe

-Johnny is known for having an odd sense of humor and it has almost gotten him killed a million times

-Tim has “la famiglia” tattooed on his right bicep, with three little hearts under it (very similar to the one his father has on his neck)

-Though Steve doesn’t have and important role in the Mafia, him and Johnny are very good friends

-Tim is what's known as the ‘consigliere’ which means he serves as an adviser to the leader and resolves disputes within the family. (Johnny refused to make anyone the underboss because he didn’t like to think of any of them beneath him in rank)

-Ponyboy is a stargazer

-Johnny was been confused for a girl several times due to his long hair, but he refuses to cut it

-Tim gets very upset when people flirt with Angela (he’s the definition of a over-protective older brother)

-Johnny has never dated anyone- he knows whomever they are will be put in danger, and he doesn’t like the thought of people he loves fearing for their lives

-Soda once got a concussion because he ran into a wall during a chase with Curly, Curly only remembers him as ‘the wall kisser’

-The Shepherds all have a violent hatred for Ponyboy because Johnny told them about what happened in the first chapter (though Johnny has never spoken about him with even an ounce of malice)

-Darrel has been shot many times, so much so that the hospital knows him by name

-Johnny can’t stand hospitals because his parents once left him at one for three weeks. So even if he is on his damn deathbed he will NEVER go to one

-Just about everyone in the Mafia is not proud to be in it, but they all know it’s the best thing they can do with their backgrounds

-Buck and Johnny are rather close, and Buck often makes him fake drinks (ones without alcohol) because he knows how much the boy hates it

-Darry and Soda are both REALLY into cars. it’s actually helped them a lot in car chases, because they can always remember the make and model of the car

-The Shepherd Family was actually not very well known until Johnny took over, but he still worships Mr.Shepherd as if he’s the most famous man on earth

-most named characters has been to prison at one point (aside from Angela, Curly, Ponyboy, and Darrel)

-The job as Boss is incredibly stressful, and Tim has taken over for Johnny on several occasions

-Tim taught Angela, Curly, and Johnny hand-to-hand combat. He’ll often brag about it to anyone who will listen.

-Johnny goes by the Shepherd name, and only signs ‘Cade’ under important documents

-Angela has the best aim out of her entire family

-Tim actually was very upset when Johnny got his job as boss, but got over when he realized just how much the job SUCKEDD

-Two-Bit and Dallas worked together when they were rookies, but Dallas eventually moved on to do bigger and better things

-Ponyboy loves August weather, but feels he can’t enjoy those months becuase that’s when his folks died

-Two has run into Angela several times and made several (failed) attempts to flirt with her

-Johnny and Dallas have actually had several conversations in this universe, But Dallas never thought he was worth killing

-Sometimes random pastries/foods would appear on the Curtis doorstep during the Great Depression, they never knew where or who it came from but it helped them to survive (take a wild guess who made them lol)

-Johnny used to play the guitar while Angela sang to help Curly sleep <3

-Darry has never once touched a cigarette, but will drink jus tan out anything put in front of him

-Pony LOVES Italian food, but refuses to eat it because it just feels wrong to him

-Red is Angela’s favorite color, which is why the whole group is forced to wear something red (she picks out their clothes literally every day)

-Mrs.Shepherd died while giving birth to Curly, so Johnny and Curly have both never met her

-The Shepherds love spring because it reminds them of Sicily

-Bucks original nickname was FAG (Funny Accent Guy), given to him by Curly

-The Curtis brothers were all relatively short as kids, but shot up the second they hit puberty

-Tim tried to kidnap Louis Armstrong for Johnny's birthday (it did not work.)

-The Mafia has two main cover restaurants. One being a bar (that we see in the first chapter) and the other being an off-brand Italian place (Whenever someone fails an important job, they are banished to work at one of these two places)

-Johnny is the shortest person on his team, so he’ll often just step on their feet when they upset him

-Darrel is an avid people watcher

-Johnny actually looked up to many of the agents, and will excitedly tell people whenever he gets in a fight with one of them (even if he completely beats their ass he's still a total fanboy)

-Dallas has a really good memory, and can easily recall every fight he’s ever been in

If you have any other things you want me to write into the story, but them into the comments :D

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Bad Medicine | Chapter 10

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synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good.

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warnings: guns, drugs, mentions of prostitution, mentions of physical assault, mentions of sexual violence, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide, physical violence, nudity, guns, dead bodies, mutilated dead bodies, mentions of graphic images, murder, character death.

Her voice was quiet when she asked to see his body. Jake didn’t argue, letting Javy, Rooster and a handful of other guards drive to the city to go see Reuben’s body. She watched as the world passed her by, sitting in silence as she got to the hospital. There were places in a hospital regular people weren’t supposed to see. One of those was the morgue. Y/N had been there once before, when she had to identify her mother, or what was left of her. The rooms were cold, to keep the bodies fresh. They were bright, lit with fluorescents so the medical staff could see what they were autopsying. The doctor let her come in, instead of standing in the family viewing room. Jake had called in a favor with a doctor he knew at the hospital. 

“Do you want to go alone?” Rooster asked as they stood in the viewing room. Y/N’s eyes were fixed on the closed blind in front of her. Rooster had been in here once before too, waiting to view the bodies of his parents to identify them, “Y/N?” He asked again, gently grabbing her hand. 

She sucked in a breath and looked at Rooster, “Yeah,” She nodded, “I want to be alone.” 

Rooster nodded and placed a kiss on the top of her head before leaving the room, allowing the doctor to come in. Y/N had to sign a bunch of release forms before she could even be standing in the viewing room. 

“I should brace you Mrs. Seresin-” 

“It’s Santiago.” Y/N corrected the doctor, handing him the last form.  

“My apologies,” He nodded. There were three bodies lying on separate tables, hidden underneath stark white sheets. It broke her heart to see the bodies in front of her. They belonged to someone, they had a name, a story, but now, they were lying in a hospital basement waiting to be claimed. Y/N could see the outline of them and guessed which one Reueben was under. 

The doctor walked over to the last one, and stood looking down at the body. Y/N walked over slowly, licking her lips, “Please confirm the identity on the chart.” 

The doctor handed her the clipboard. Y/N read his name: REUBEN A FITCH, MALE, AGE 35. She nodded, handing the clipboard back and looking away from the body on the table. 

“That’s him.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. The doctor nodded, handing the clipboard to his nurse. He looked at Y/N, taking a moment to read her before grabbing the top of the sheet and pulling it down. She closed her eyes, feeling the small gust of wind from the sheet being pulled back. She kept her eyes closed until the doctor spoke up. 

“You can’t see anything, just his face,” He assured her, “He was shot three times in the chest at a close range. The death was quick, he didn’t suffer long,” Somehow that didn’t bring her a single ounce of comfort. The doctor frowned, “We’ll give you a moment.” 

“You said he died quickly,” Y/N said. 

“Yes, Ms. Santiago,” The doctor said. 

“So he probably wasn’t scared.” 

The doctor frowned, “Probably not, Ms. Santiago.” 

She nodded and the doctor quietly exited the morgue, leaving her alone. She let out a shaky breath and opened her eyes. She gasped seeing his stilled face. His skin looked colorless, his lips were cracked and red. She placed her hand on the top of his head, running softly over his stiff dry hair. She bowed her head, trying to hide her face in her arm as she let out a loud sob. She felt her knees buckle, and she placed her other hand on the side of the table to try and keep herself up. When everyone else had left her, Reuben was always there. 

Reuben had always been there to pick up the pieces. He was the one who realized that she was missing for several days. Her brothers and father brushed it off, summing it up to her just traveling around Europe again. But Reuben knew it was something far worse than that. He had been the one to find her beaten, tortured, and inches away from death in that alley. 

“What am I supposed to do?” Y/N cried out, “I can’t. . . I can’t protect myself.” 

Those very words she had cried out days after she had woken up in the hospital after being found. She woke up to see a sleeping Reuben by her side. It had sent her into a panic, her mind not fully comprehending her injuries. Her jaw had been wired shut due to it being broken by the pipe she received to the face. Reuben had calmed her down, telling her as much as she needed to know. 

“You’re safe, Y/N. I won’t let anything happen to you as long as I live.” 

“You motherfucker!” She yelled pounding on the metal table, “Who’s supposed to protect me now! You fucking selfish bitch! You should’ve let him take those fucking bullets!” 

She knew that Reuben would never let that happen. He would die for the people he loved. He could always see the bigger picture, one that Y/N chose to ignore most of the time. There was something in him that knew if Jake had died on those steps, Y/N would never forgive him. He had no second guesses about stepping in front of Jake, and Y/N knew that too. 

She crouched down, letting her head rest on the cool metal of the table. She shook her head, pushing her tears away. Y/N stood up and looked at Reuben one last time, she leaned down and whispered to his corpse:

“Un uomo innocente in vita, un uomo innocente in morte,” She placed a kiss on his cheek, and grabbed the white sheet pulling it back over his head. 

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — — 

The next couple days at the house were strenuous. Y/N pushed Jake away even more than she already had. The only thing that had changed was the two of them laying next to each other in bed every night. But even in a shared bed, they kept their distance from each other. The boys were surprised to see Y/N every morning in the office, dressed in business casual, listening in on the meetings and deals going down. 

“We gotta figure out Dante,” Rooster said, kicking his feet up on his desk, “The longer we wait, the worse this shit is gonna be.” 

Jake nodded. They had gotten a call last night about a gun stock house going up in flames, several women and children trapped on the inside. Y/N wanted no part in figuring out what to do about Dante, her main focus was finding Sophie alive and Francisco dead. Jake looked over at her as she drowned out the talk of the boys. He had been watching her closely, scared of what she might do. The only person in the house she had confided in was laying in the basement of a funeral home waiting to get cremated. 

“What if we use her?” Javy said, looking over at Y/N.

“Hell the fuck no,” Jake answered quickly, “I’ve been talking to other crews in the area. They set up a meeting with Dante, we pull up and off that son of a bitch.” 

“You think that’s actually gonna work? We tried that shit and Rooster got stabbed,” Javy said. 

“I really would not like to get stabbed again either,” Rooster added. 

Jake rolled his eyes and started speaking about his plan, which caused Javy to jump in on the argument. Y/N sat back in her chair, watching as all four boys argued different points on how to capture and kill Dante. A loud, shrill scream is what broke up the argument, all five of their heads snapping towards the open office door. Rooster was the first one out, pulling his gun from his waistband, and creeping down the hallway. The rest followed after him, and Bob softly pushed Y/N to the back to protect her. Jake walked cautiously into the foyer, seeing another guard usher Emile away from the door, looking faint and pale. Jake tucked his gun in his waistband and walked over to the open door. 

He did a double take, looking from the scene right out his front door and over to his family, “Get Y/N out of here.” Rooster nodded, taking a step back and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 

“No,” She shrugged Rooster’s arm from her shoulders, “What the hell is going on?” She asked, taking a step forward, only to be blocked by Rooster, “No, move.” Rooster refused to move, blocking Y/N’s every step. She clenched her jaw and rammed her elbow into Rooster’s side, causing him to double over. Jake held his arms across the doorway, broadening himself to stop her. “Jake-” She looked up at him, locking his eyes with her own, “let me through.”

The determined look in her eyes told him that no matter what he said, she would find a way through him, so he tucked his arms across his chest, allowing her to pass him. He kept his back to her, but could hear the gasp that left her lips. Bob followed close behind, looking over her shoulder as the two of them gagged at the sight.

Laying across the concrete pad was Isabella, bloody, bruised, and barely clothed, moreso covered in pictures, each cutting into Y/N as she stared down at the woman. She walked slowly, as if she was walking on a tightrope and could fall to her death at any moment. Everything looked familiar, from the way Isabella’s face had been beaten, to the way her body was positioned on the concrete. 

Bob leaned towards Jake, “Are those pictures-” 

“Y/N and her mother.” Jake interrupted, keeping his voice low. Jake looked at her, as she knelt down in front of the dead girl’s body. Her shaky hand reached out and grabbed one of the pictures. The printed picture displayed her own broken and bloody body when she was found in the alley. She looked down at Isabella, her teary eyes landing on the familiar letters burned into her ribcage. Y/N felt her own scar begin to burn, a reminder that her and the dead girl were one in the same. 

“Y/N, I think that’s enough, let’s go inside, we’ll get this dealt with.” Jake said, reaching out to brush his hand on her arm. Y/N stood up slowly, her hands trembling. Jake softly took the picture from her hands, he had to turn his head to keep from gagging at the material on it. 

“It’s the same.” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper as she continued to stare at the corpse.

“What do you mean?” Jake asked, stepping closer, pressing his chest against her shoulder, “Baby, come on-” 

“The stab marks, the- the bruises, everything- it’s the same as when he-” She didn’t get the chance to finish the sentence before Jake pulled her into his arms, pressing her head against his chest, immediately barking orders at the others to take care of it.

Bob stepped through the mass of guards, squatting down to be level with the body, looking at the pictures. He picked up the one that had been in Y/N’s hand, studying the similarities between the picture and current display in front of him. She was right, everything was the same, even down to the scar that ran down Isabella’s face, more than likely from the same pipe that had caused Y/N’s. 

“She’s wearing the same thing?” Javy asked, moving to stand next to his big brother and finding the parallel between the post beating pictures of Y/N, and Isabella.

“Everything seems to be the same, the holes, the bruises, she was probably-”

“That’s enough,” Rooster grunted, “Let’s just get this shit cleaned up.” He moves to pick up the pictures, and immediately noticed something in Isabella’s hand. He pulled the crumpled piece of paper from between her cold, stiff fingers, opening it to see what more of a message could have been left in addition to the body. 

This should have been you.

Rooster handed the note to Bob. All of them shared a look, before turning and seeing their leader comforting his fiance. Y/N didn’t dare to move, watching as the guards cleaned up the mess. Y/N hated Isabella, but she would never imagine the next time she saw the girl, it would be her dead, tortured corpse on her front door. Jake tried to get Y/N to go inside, but she shook her head. He stood by her, taking her hand in his, giving her a comforting squeeze as the guards loaded up Isabella’s body in the back of an SUV. 

“Where will they take her?” Y/N asked. 

“Private funeral home. We’ve got a guy who handles this stuff,” Jake said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. 

“Does she have a family?” 

“I don’t know, babe, she was nothing more than a whore. She was gonna meet an untimely death either way.” 

Y/N snapped her head and looked at him, “She didn’t deserve this. I know exactly what happened to her.” 

“We don’t know that it-” 

“She had the brand.” 

“What?” 

Y/N clenched her jaw and pulled up her shirt, exposing the puffy scared skin with Francisco’s initials burned into her ribcage. Jake sucked in a breath, looking into her eyes. He knew there was nothing he could say that would bring her comfort right now. Y/N knew the exact pain Isabella had gone through, and Jake wished she didn’t. 

“She deserved better than this. She is someone’s daughter. I was someone’s daughter.” 

“Y/N-” 

Jake called out to her as she spun on her feet and ran up the stairs. Jake closed his eyes as the master bedroom door slammed shut. Y/N took a deep breath, looking around her room. She looked at the various pictures and items that sat on her vanity. The smiling faces of her friends and family mocking her. She let out a frustrated scream, as she stormed over and swiped everything off the vanity, letting it go smashing to the ground. The one picture that didn’t fall with the rest, was a single image of her, her mother and father. She found it ironic that it didn’t fall and break. She picked it up in her small hands, letting her tears fall and hit the glass. 

The smiles on her parents' faces were of true happiness and love. The image had been captured the day Y/N had agreed to marry Francisco. She had been in love then, or so she thought. The perfect girl in the picture seemed like a stranger. Her skin was soft and smooth, not scared like it was now. Her eyes were bright and happy. Her smile wasn’t damaged. Y/N raised the picture above her head, letting out a scream as she threw it on the ground, watching it slam into a million pieces. 

She was tired of being weak. Tired of constantly having to rely on others to keep her safe. She had trusted someone once before to keep her safe and protected, but it only led to heartbreak and misery. Y/N walked into the bathroom, looking at her tear stained face in the mirror. She was tired of looking like this. She had wasted enough tears and feeling sorry for herself. Y/N ran her fingers over the scar that ran down her face, something her father had wanted her to get plastic surgery to fix. It was her daily reminder of what had been taken from her. But also, of the strength she had gained. 

The boys were sitting in the living room when Y/N came running down the stairs. The scene from outside had been cleaned, and Isabella’s body had been disposed of. Y/N didn’t even bother looking at the door as she walked right over to the group of them. Bob looked at her, a smirk on his face noticing the shift in her confidence. 

“We need to take care of this Dante shit, tonight.” She spoke to them. 

“No,” Jake said, shaking his head, “You’re too emotional right now. You need to have a clear-” his words were cut off by a loud smack across his face. He held his cheek, turning his head to look at the woman in front of him. Her face was cold as he searched her up and down. All the boys watched them with baited breath waiting for Jake to explode with violence. 

“I am sick and tired of men making these decisions for me. We do this tonight. He can’t keep getting away with making poor women their plaything and killing them. You and I both know we can’t go to the feds or this shit will be flipped on us. It’s bad enough you got one of them sitting on your fucking couch right now. We either do this tonight, or we prepare for more dead bodies to pile up and stock to be burned.” 

Jake took a step back from her, a smirk on his face as he took her in. The power that she had was intoxicating. All eyes were on her and Jake, as they waited to see what Jake would do. All he did was, folding his arms over his chest. 

“So what's the plan?” 

“That’s for me to know, and you to wonder.” 

All four men watched her leave, their mouths slightly open. Jake shamelessly fixed his pants, biting his lip. This was the woman he had been waiting for. He watched her body disappear down the hallway, hearing the door to his office shutting. Jake looked over his shoulder at his brothers who were waiting for the next command. 

“I guess we listen to her now.” Jake said. The boys nodded, all dispersing in various directions. Jake just stood there, shaking his head, replaying what had just happened in his head. 

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — — 

The master bedroom had slowly started to turn into a space for the both of them to be in. Jake started leaving his clothes and shoes in the closet at first. Then he started bringing in his shower stuff. Eventually all his belongings ended up in the bedroom. The first couple days of them sharing a room had been awkward, accidentally running into each other, or exposing themselves to one another. But they had quickly learned how to operate around each other. 

Jake walked out of the closet, buttoning up his shirt when his gaze fell on Y/N, who was sitting at her vanity, working on covering up the bruising on her face. The bruises from the night in his office had started to fade, leaving behind the yellowing color of healing. Every time he looked at her, it was a constant reminder of one of the worst nights of his life. For a week after that night, he never looked her in the eye. He couldn’t bring himself too. The prominent black and blue under her eyes made his heart break everytime. 

“Your nose looks like it’s healed,” Jake spoke, walking over to her. She smiled as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. 

“Yeah, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore,” Y/N said, setting her makeup brush down, “I can actually cover it up pretty well with makeup now. Before I had to color correct the bruises and all, it was a whole process.” 

“I’m so sor-” 

“Jake, it’s fine. It’s all in the past now.” 

“No, Y/N it’s not,” Jake said, and knelt down in front of her. He grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes, “I am so sorry for what I did that night. I don’t even know what came over me that night. I was just so angry and confused and… I never meant to hurt you like that. I listened to your screams that whole night. I actually came in here, and sat watching you sleep. I was terrified I'd wake up in the morning and find out you hurt yourself. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that would’ve happened.” 

Y/N could remember him waking her up in the middle of the night from her nightmares. He would just wake her up, and step back, not wanting to make things worse. Several times she had found herself yearning for Jake’s touch, something to comfort her while she fought to get herself back to sleep. 

“I don’t plan on leaving you for a long time,” Y/N said softly. Jake nodded, grabbing her by the back of the neck and pulling her in for a kiss. Her hands went to his cheeks, caressing them softly as he kissed her. 

“Guys! It happened! They kissed!” The two of them jumped apart to find Javy standing in the doorway, a large smile on his face like a kid on Christmas morning. The both of them laughed and Jake pushed himself up to his feet. 

“Are you ready to go?” Jake asked her. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She pushed herself up from her seat, fixing the tan and red bodycon dress she was wearing. Jake looked over her body, admiring her curves. The red lace was mesmerizing, strategically placed on her body covering her modesty. Y/N fluffed her hair, letting the curls fall down around her shoulders. 

“All ready, how do I look?”

“Are you sure this plan has to be done tonight?” Jake asked, “Cause I’d rather do something else-” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, stepping away from her vanity. Jake pushed her chair in, following behind her. Javy leaned up against the wall outside of the door, a similar smirk on his face. 

“You’re acting like that’s the worst thing we’ve done,” Y/N said to Javy, which caused the man’s jaw to drop. Jake raised his eyebrows at his brother, biting back a cocky grin as he slapped Y/N’s ass as she walked out the door. 

“Jacob Thomas!” She gasped and Jake couldn’t help but laugh, throwing his arm around her shoulders. 

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — — 

Jake had set Y/N free to go the second they walked into the club. He told her where to look if she needed help, but he trusted that she could handle this. Her plan was simple as she explained to them on the drive to the club, she was going to lure Dante in on the dance floor, distract him enough for Javy to sneak up behind him and inject him with an anesthetic so they could move him to the chamber for questioning. Jake and Bob both made their way to the second floor, while Rooster and Javy got lost on the dance floor.

Dante had slowly made his way into the club, weary of the possible eyes on him. He knew that Jake wouldn’t dare to do anything dumb in a club full of people, which was one of the only reasons he agreed to this meetup. Dante ordered himself a drink and leaned against the bar. His eyes scanned over the dark club, landing on Y/N. She shot him a wink and a nod as she pressed her back against some man behind her. Dante smirked, setting his drink down and pushed himself through the crowd and over to her.  

She was easy to spot, standing in the middle of the floor, the center of attention. Jake watched with his jaw clenched as she danced with his friend. Javy looked a little too excited as he gripped her hips, swaying her to the beat of the music. Jake stood up straighter seeing Dante push his way through the crowd and over to her. He watched how they easily fell into conversation and a dance. She was intoxicating, every single thing about her, Jake was loving watching her be pressed in between the two men, but he also wanted nothing more than to storm down there and bury a bullet in between Dante’s eyes. Bob stood next to him, taking in his tense body language. 

“How are things going?” Bob. 

“What do you mean?” Jake asked back. 

“With her,” Bob nodded down to the floor, “You don’t seem to want to smash her face into tables anymore.” Jake glared at him and Bob laughed raising his hands up, “Sorry, tough crowd.” 

“Asshole,” Jake sighed, “I think I’m finally accepting my fate. Emile called me out after that night, and I think it made me realize something.” 

“And that was. . . “ 

“That I love her.” 

“Jake-” 

“I mean it,” Jake said, downing the rest of his drink, “I buried myself in pussy and power for years after Natasha because I was scared. I didn’t allow myself time to heal, but the thought of losing her. . . it drives me crazy. I mean look at- where the fuck is she?” 

Bob looked from his brother down to the dancefloor, seeing that Y/N was now gone. Jake was furious watching as Javy and Rooster frantically looked around the dancefloor, hoping to find her before their leader sees she’s gone. Jake pushed himself from his spot, quickly moving downstairs, Bob hot on his heels. Jake got to the main area, having to physically push himself through the crowd to get to the other side where his brothers stood. Both Rooster and Javy looked like deer in the headlights when Jake stood before them.

“Where the fuck is Y/N?” Jake demanded. The boys shared a look of uncertainty, neither of them daring to look their leader in the eye. “Goddamnit, Where is she?!” 

“Last I saw her, she was headed to the back,” Javy shrugged. 

“With who?” Jake asked, “I swear to god, I will light this whole club up if you don’t start running your fucking gums.” 

“Dante,” Javy said. Jake saw red as he pushed away from his brothers, the crowd moving for him this time as he stormed his way to the back. He had no care as he opened the doors, exposing the random couples in the rooms in various states of undress. 

He got to the last door, and could see movement and shapes behind the opaque glass door. He could hear the muffled sounds and took a deep breath as he pushed the door open. Jake’s brown eyes scanned over her, taking in the sight of her tan and red lace dress pushed up higher on her thighs. Her legs spread as the leader of the Soto Mafia was on his knees in front of her, his head in between her thighs. Jake cocked his eyebrow, noticing the gun she had pressed to his head. 

“Nice of you to join us, sweetheart.” She smirked. 

“Didn’t know this was a group project, honey.” Jake said, leaning against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, “What’s going on here?” 

“Dante here was just telling me about all the things he can do with his mouth. But as far as I can tell, the only thing he can do is bore me to death.”

“You’re still alive, so clearly he can’t even do that correctly.” 

“You really tell girls that shit and expect them to get wet? Dude, I’m drier than the fucking Saraha right now.” 

Jake rolled his eyes, “Let’s leave the theatrics to Coyote. Get on with it.” 

“Fine,” She sat up from the couch, and walked around Dante, keeping the gun on his head, and pressing it against the back of his head, “Where is he keeping her?” Dante let out a choked moan at the grip she had on his hair, and the feeling of her breath against his ear, causing Jake to once again roll his eyes.

“The place of civic, used to be a butcher shop,” Dante winced as Y/N pushed the gun further into his head, “H-he promised me a slice of the cut. He wanted to get you there. He knows if the wedding doesn’t happen, The Santiagos don’t break ties with the Solanos.” 

That was new information for Jake as he clenched his jaw. He continued to watch his fiance press the dangerous man for information, and how easily Dante gave it up for her. Jake made a mental note to make sure that Bob pulled all the footage from the room, and started a plan on breaking into the old butcher shop that was once owned by Javy’s family. 

“Last thing,” Y/N said, “Is the girl alive?” 

Dante closed his eyes, knowing that there was only one correct answer, and he was not about to give it, “I-I. . . She was breathing the last I saw her. . . a week ago.” 

Y/N looked up at Jake, a tear running down her face, “Not good enough.” She kept her eyes on Jake the whole time as she pulled the trigger, and Dante’s body fell to the floor with a thud. Jake quickly walked to her and pulled her into him. He closed his eyes as he took in a deep whiff of her perfume before pulling away and checking her over for injuries. 

“You okay?” He asked and Y/N nodded, “I thought you were the distraction,” He ran his thumb over her cheek.

A smirk graced her lips, “Never send a man to do a woman’s job’.” 

Jake just shook his head as he pulled her in for another kiss, cradling the back of her head, as she slid the gun he hadn’t even realized had been missing, back into the holster on the back of his belt.

“When did you take that?” Jake asked, confused. 

“On the way here. Maybe you should pay attention to who's getting in your pants.” Jake watched with a dumbfounded expression as she walked down the hallway to meet his brothers. She stopped briefly and turned, noticing he was still in his same spot, “You coming?” She asked, holding her hand out to him. 

He shook his head, moving from his spot to take her hand, “You’re going to be the death of me.” 

“What a lucky way to die.” 

The boys waited nervously as they watched Jake and Y/N walk back out from the back. Each of them was judging their leader’s expression before speaking, but he was unreadable. They did notice their conjoined hands, and a bright smile on Y/N’s face. Javy was the first to break, sighing in relief, his face breaking out into a smile. He could see the shift in his twin more than anyone else could. 

“We’re going to need a cleaning crew for the last room,” Jake said, pointing behind him. 

“What did you do to him?” Rooster asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. 

“Blew his mind-” “Left a bit of a mess-” Jake and Y/N both looked at each other, as the other three boys shared a look of confusion. Jake rolled his eyes. 

“Just make sure that shit gets cleaned. New carpet would be appreciated.” 

“Oh, we could put in that hardwood that I had suggested.”

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Shootout (Starsky and Hutch, 1x14) vs Without Reservations (The A-Team, 5x13)

They are the same episode but in different parallel universes, here is why lol

It's a (rainy) dark night... both Starky and Hutch and the A-Team finally get a opportunity to get off work and lay off some stress in a italian restaurant.

It's football night on tv: B.A. insists he wants to stay home to watch the game while in S&H the young hunchman Joy is whining about wanting to stay in to watch the game before moving on with the plan.

When we move to the reastaurant the evil guys are already there planning their moves: the killers are just two in S&H meanwhile in the A-team they are three (one wil remain for the most part in the back of the restaurant watching over Face's suffering).

In S&H the escalation is subtle with no gun fire. One of the killers make his move quite soon after S&H enter the place, approaching Hutch while Starsky is in the bathroom. Starsky then get shot right after he come out of the restroom. While in AT, Face's shoothing happens abruptly and it's what make everything worse for Murdock and the others. Murdock senses something was off with the two (evil) guys so ask Face and Frankie to discract them to take their guns but something don't go as planned so Face get shot.

Obviously after that both Murdock and Hutch rush to their side to take care of the wound but one of killers don't let them. They both try to argue over that and finally get to move their wounded man in a room in the back. But the evil guys don't let them attend their man for too long.

In S&H the target is Vic Monte, a mafia boss. The young girl who works there, Teresa, is also part of the killers' plan, she informs them about the target arrival cause she wants revenge for the death of her young brother. The girl then changes her mind thanks to Hutch and help him out the best she can. In AT, Gina is the daughter of the restaurant owner and spends most of the time attending to Face. In both cases, Hutch and Murdock give them precise orders to try keeping Face / Starsky alive.

Both depictions of the shooting aftermatch are quite well made: both face and Starsky are barely able to move or talk, they are heavy sweating, get tremors and they feel the need to keep calling out their partner name. Hutch is more responsive and affectionate in his actions while Murdock keep his mind completely focused on handling both Face conditions and the killers aggressive behaviour and orders. While face's health seems to worsen every minute making him unable to talk much, Starsky lightens the mood and comfort his partner. In general S&H remain closer to one another throughout the episode (Starsky plays a little part in the plan to get the upper ground over the villains) than what we see in AT.

In both episodes the young hutchman also keep tormenting the random couple who find themselves stuck in this hostage situation. In S&H this sideline plot is more structured and detailed, with some small character development for the both of them, especially for her. In AT this secondary plot play a minimal part and the characters are mainly one dimensional.

The resolution in S&H is quick: Hutch find a way to retrive the gun under the register and, with the help of Teresa, defeat the threat. In AT the resolution is slower and need an external help by B.A and Hannibal who, after being summoned with a trick, they come and help Murdock and Frankie getting rid of the villains with (you guessed it) an explosion.

The final scene is quite different lol but in both episodes we see them return to their normal silly life with their silly friends. Face and Starsky return home where they recover from the injury while some shenanigans occurs (aka the failed magician show vs the cutest pizza I've ever seen).

hope it's clear now that in both cases they are all gay, bye

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No More

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Benophie Mafia AU

Rated: T - whump/blood/gunshots/violence/injury/near death of a major character

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: A meeting goes entirely wrong and Benedict is close to losing everything he ever wanted

Author's Note: this is set to follow on Treacherous. It’s angsty and it’s what my muse wanted to write after seeing the photo above.

Enjoy 😉

Benedict felt his heart in his mouth when he saw her, the blood trickling down her arm, her beautiful face pale as she was carried through the gates into Penwood Park.

Why had he not gone with her… why had she been so insistent that she could manage this by herself?!

Now he was going to lose her… just a week after they had agreed to spend the rest of their lives together…

He had thought he’d heard wrong at first, “Lady Penwood’s been shot…”

The words had sent him into a spiral of despair, Kate had been almost catatonic with panic as Anthony had tried to calm her down. She always went with her… always when it might be dangerous but they’d all assumed that everything would be okay.

It was supposed to be okay.

Sophie had told Kate to stay behind, she was pregnant and therefore not in any state to accompany her… Sophie had her gun strapped to her inner thigh if she needed it, not that she liked using it, nor had she ever needed it…

But Benedict had insisted. He’d asked to go with her… as her protection but she’d kissed his temple, told him he was being silly and that all would be well, it was a meeting in broad daylight…

No one had envisaged it going so wrong…

It was supposed to be straight forward, Sophie was to go in, call off the agreements with the Italians…

But the moment she walked in she knew something was off…

Jameson, her male bodyguard who walked with her paused and put a hand on her arm, he didn’t recognise the faces of the men that they were meeting. They’d met the Rosso’s a few times before… but these… he didn’t know.

These were the Italian Mob, clearly forgetting that Sophie had her own Italian Mob Connections with her Aunt but the woman that walked out of the shadows…

Jameson knew well. “Sienna! Lady P get down!” He yelled and Sophie ducked as a shot went flying over her head.

He was a Bridgerton guard. He was the compromise Sophie had agreed to take and by God was she pleased she had, he whipped his gun out and shot the first man before he had a chance to shoot Sophie…

The woman was Anthony’s ex… Sophie had walked into an Ambush, she unclipped her gun and got off two shots before she heard a scream, a shot and then knew nothing but a searing pain in her shoulder, then nothing but darkness…

“LADY PENWOOD HAS BEEN SHOT. CODE RED!” Jameson yelled as he fired off three more shots, taking out each of the men around Sienna and his partner, who’d taken a bullet to the leg, got the final shot off, hitting a retreating Sienna in the back causing her to land face first on the floor.

Jameson ran over to his new boss, the person he was supposed to protect and knew this was not going to go well when he called it in…

It was carnage. He knew she should go straight to the hospital, the rate she was losing blood but Penwood was closer, Mary was a nurse… they had doctors on the staff and he knew if he called Anthony, he’d get a clean up crew to deal with this…

But he hadn’t expected it to be like the world had ended.

He scooped Sophie into his arms and carried her to the car, putting as much pressure on her wound as he could manage whilst the driver helped Thomas into the car as he bound his leg.

Sophie was their priority, get her back safe or die trying.

He called in the incident in the car…

Back at the house, Mary had come running through the hallway with the doctor behind her, giving orders for a room to be prepared for them to work on Sophie and when Benedict and Kate heard about it… the screams…

Anthony wasn’t sure which of them screamed the worst.

They had been at Penwood, they were overseeing the merger and it never occurred to Anthony that the Rosso’s were his ex-girlfriend’s family… he knew part of them were in their world but not that Sienna would stoop to this level… unless she expected him to be there as well…

He calmed Kate and was working on his brother when the door flew open and Sophie’s limp body was being carried in, Jameson, covered in blood and sweat as he ran through the house, looking like he’d seen death.

Sophie looked pale and a trail of blood followed her as they ran through to the room Mary was in and she instantly started barking orders.

Benedict had to be held up but the moment Sophie disappeared behind the now closed door to the kitchen he was pounding on the door “let me in!!!” he needed to be by her side, he would not let anything happen to her.

He could not, he would not lose her. Not now… not when they were so close.

“Please…” he begged as he banged on the door, tears falling down his face, he didn’t care who was watching, he saw him like this, he didn’t care that his reputation for being a hardman were going out of the window. This was the love of his life in there… dying for all he knew.

He sobbed and begged at the door but no one was listening.

Anthony tried to get him up, tried to get him to move away from the door but it was no good.

Even when two more doctors came into the house, running down to the door he’d tried to get in but Mary had just shoved him out of the way with surprising strength “NO! You need to let us do our work!” she yelled at him and Benedict just fell once more to the floor, knees to his chest as he sobbed and prayed that Sophie would be okay.

After what felt like an eternity, Mary eventually appeared, four hours later, looking exhausted, covered in blood but relieved as she bent down to an almost comatosed Benedict who was staring but not seeing the space in front of him.

“She’s awake, she’s frail but she’s alive if you wish to see her” she said softly.

She’d tell Kate tomorrow, Kate could come tomorrow, Anthony had finally carried her to bed after 2 hours of no news and promised to wake her with news. Mary had been given the message by Edwina who along with Colin and Eloise were setting up a search party to ensure that the Rosso’s were brought to justice for this…

Benedict got up and made his way into the room, it smelt like a hospital theatre, the clawing smell almost made him throw up but he had to be strong, he had to be there for her, if she was awake he had to be the first face she saw. The first one to be relieved that she was okay…

After Mary who was like her mother…

Sophie was lying on a makeshift bed, pale and weak, the blood stains running down her side and a bandage over her clavicle and her arm in a sling to help her arm heal. “Hey you” she said as she saw a tired, almost broken Benedict making his way over to her.

Benedict broke down once again, he thought he had no tears left to cry, but seeing her, hearing her weak voice he shattered and ran over to her, moving to her right side and pressed kisses all over her “you’re okay… you’re okay” he said over and over again, his hands touching her face, her arm, everything reassuring himself that she was there and she was really real.

“I’m okay really. It was barely…”

“You got shot don’t you dare say it was barely a scratch… i saw them… i saw…” he shuddered.

Sophie teached her hand up and pressed her hand on his cheek, “I’m fine, Mary got the bullet out… it was just… near a major artery is all… I lost some blood. I’ll be okay. Please… just sit down” she pleaded with him

Benedict sat down and took her hand in his, the blood stains still there down her arm “please don’t ever scare me like that again… please. No more going out without me… in fact. No more going out, you need something doing you said me or Jameson… no more…”

Sophie sighed and looked at him, the resolution in his face but the terror she’d felt the moment before she’d slipped into unconsciousness… she never wanted to experience again, she didn’t want to leave Benedict, she didn’t want to lose him and she knew it was the reason she was leaving this life behind, why they were moving away from it all…

“No more…” she said weakly.

“I…” Benedict said “wait… you agree?”

Sophie nodded weakly. “It’s why I want to leave this life.. My last thought before I blacked out was of you, of Kate… the life we’re trying to build… stability. No more… no more risk, for either of us… it’s done. It’s over…” she said

Benedict let out a puff of relief “good… I can't lose you. There is no me without you, so please… no more being stupid or reckless…”

“No more” she grinned a little drunkenly “i love you Ben”

“I love you too Soph… now sleep, i’ll be here when you wake” he said kissing her blood stained hand.

“Promise?”

“always”

[madame-wilsonn]

Midnights: Chapter 5

MASTERLIST — MIDNIGHTS MASTERLIST

Summary: John is dead and the Shelby family—or whatever is left of it—has to deal with the threat of the Italian mafia. Tommy contemplates the most recent events and how he will face this new enemy.

A/N: another chapter, another big jump! We switch to season 4 in this one but I promise there will be less and less time jumps between each chapters. I hope you will enjoy this and see you next Friday! 💗

Warnings: mentions of death, angst

Word count: 1,135 words

Tommy remembered the day after John was born. His mum was exhausted, his father nowhere to be found and Polly, holding a small figure hidden in a quilt, came to him with a smile. She sat down and handed him his baby brother. Even as a little boy, Tommy understood how fragile he was. He understood that such a small creature needed protection and gentleness. And although Tommy wasn’t much gentle with his brother, he swore to protect him whether in the dingy street of Small Heath or feet under the surface, in the tunnels.

Now, Tommy stood in their childhood home, with smoke clinging to his suit and an empty bedroom down the hall— the only reminders that once, John was here. That he wasn’t a product of Tommy’s tortured imagination. That once, there was another brother. A brother Tommy failed to protect.

He observed the empty street plunged in darkness. Loss was a strange thing. He had lost so many people you would think he got used to the feeling. But the pain never lessened. It accumulated. It grew and grew and Tommy could feel the heaviness hovering over his head. He tried to keep it away but as time passed, he felt like his body couldn’t resist much anymore. The years of pain he had fought would soon explode and Tommy didn’t know what would happen then. He didn’t want to find out.

Tommy could still feel the quilt his mum had knitted for John. It was soft. A sharp contrast with the cold, metallic table of the morgue.

He had rushed to the hospital, a mere few hours after arriving at Small Heath and putting Charlie to bed. Esme called the hospital. Then she called Polly. Then Polly called him. Tommy didn’t understand much from the conversation but he ran to the hospital. Michael was barely alive. He had been shot. Four times. His chest was bleeding and Polly was all over the place. But Michael was still breathing. Michael would be okay. John wouldn’t.

He had died in front of his house. Tommy counted six gaping holes on his brother’s scarlet chest. Arthur was crying. He couldn’t even look, couldn’t even speak. And Tommy wished he could cry too. But the tears stayed locked, burning his vision. A part of him knew that if he began crying, he would probably never stop. So he mumbled the words. In the bleak midwinter. The only promise he couldn’t fail to fulfill.

Esme ran inside as soon as the words had been uttered. And all her rage, all her despair, Tommy felt it. He almost apologized to her as she cursed him.

He knew the power women had. But he wasn’t mad, he wasn’t even scared. He knew he deserved it. Whatever curse Esme was throwing at his face, he was already paying for it. The curse was his ambition. The curse was himself.

Not even a year before, he was in the parlor with Polly and John and Arthur. Grace was safely waiting for him at Arrow House and he was king of the world. And he threw all that away. All for some pride, for some apologies. All because he fucking could.

And everybody in his family didn’t miss a chance to remind him. Especially Polly. Oh, how he hated her sometimes. But the worst part was that he hated her because she was right. They all paid the price for his actions. It didn’t matter that Tommy would get them out of jail—of course, he wouldn’t let them be executed—but it meant nothing because while they were in the gallows, Tommy was in his house. While they stood on a platform, a noose around their neck, Tommy was playing with his son and taking care of his horses.

He rubbed his eyes, lighting up a cigarette. The funeral was this morning. Caravans, out in the open. That’s how John wanted to go. He tried to tell the family—and remind himself that John had already died once. Tommy had lost him. Him and his comrades in the tunnels as they waited for the Prussian cavalry to finish them off. And for some time, he wondered why he ached. Why was he so sad when it had already happened? But then Tommy realized that in the tunnels, they were all supposed to die. Now, his brother was gone and he had to keep going without him. He was never prepared for that.

Tommy didn’t want to admit it out loud but a part of him dreaded the end. When they would all go their separate ways. When he would have to go back to that gigantic mansion of his and enjoy loneliness as sole company.

John may be a cloud of smoke now but so was his relationship with Polly. And he knew that without Polly, he would crumble. It killed him to acknowledge it, even just to himself but it was the truth. She had always been the only one who somehow understood him. She understood his mind like no one else did. And although she challenged him, Tommy enjoyed that competition. He thrived on it.

Polly knew more about himself than he probably did. She wasn’t afraid to use that against him, reminding him constantly that he wasn’t invincible, he wasn’t the stable and strong figure he tried to be. No, Tommy was lost. And terrified. He was so fucking scared. He had already lost a wife and a brother, he knew he couldn’t lose anyone else. But there were killers lurking around every corner and no amount of money or power could shield them from deadly bullets. He could hire all the Aberama Golds the world had to offer, it still didn’t assure an infallible protection.

Tommy glanced towards the bed, Charlie’s small figure hidden under the blankets. His son had no idea. He didn’t remember John much, nor Esme or his cousins. Tommy wished he could explain to him that he had another uncle. An uncle who was an expert at making the plane and who always won hide-and-seek. But Charlie wouldn’t understand because Tommy tore the family apart and let his son spend the past year alone, in a mansion too big for him.

Charlie still asked him where his mum was sometimes. Tommy tried to explain it to him. But truth was, she was gone. Just like John. One minute, he slept in the bedroom down the hall. The next, the house felt too empty because he wasn’t there anymore. Just gone.

And now, Tommy had to carry that burden. His wife died, it was his fault. Now his brother was killed and it was his fault too. Tommy threw the cigarette in the ashtray, glancing at the sky above and his chest heaved.

His fault.

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Hotel Portofino Season 3 took a decidedly dark turn, and then kept getting darker and darker, culminating in a season finale that took a devastating turn with the death of Lucian – Bella and Cecil’s son. During the TCA Tour in July, Fangirlish had a chance to talk to Mark Umbers about the shocking finale, how it almost didn’t happen, and a season that felt like it got progressively darker for a show that couldn’t really escape just that.

“Fascism was kind of lurking in the background,” from the beginning, Umbers told us, but by the time the show started filming Season 2, the world was in a place where the news sort of reflected that side of what the show was portraying. “And we were suddenly presented with the opportunity of showing that, even in the most beautiful setting, evil can lurk beneath the surface.”

“Especially in a hotel where people are going on holiday to sit around and do nothing” but then there are real-world ramifications, “and to watch this country descend into hell, the more that sort of seeps into the lives of these people, the more powerful it is.”

“In Italy at that time, people were dirt poor. Certainly, in the South, they were anyway. And when people are deprived of a voice and of money, that’s when a so-called strong man or strong woman comes in and says, I see you and I hear you and I’m going to pull you out of your situation.”

This is the situation Cecil finds himself in during Hotel Portofino Season 3, and the problem with Cecil is, of course, that he always believes he’s got the upper hand. As Umbers explained. “Ultimately, he’s just incredibly selfish. And he will think I have X amount of money that I need by this date. How do I do it? And who do I have to lie to, to get it? And actually, I don’t think he takes the fascists or the mafia terribly seriously.”

Instead, Cecil goes through life thinking “Well, of course, I’ll, of course, I’ll win this. Yeah, yeah. Who are these people, these Italian peasants or whatever.”

However, Bella (Natascha McElhone) and Cecil are indeed of one mind when it comes to the end of Hotel Portofino Season 3 and that devastating loss, which we had to ask Umbers about because we were also devastated. Umbers confessed it was also very shocking for him and the rest of the cast to learn it was happening.

“Yeah, it was very moving. Everybody, when we first got the scripts, everybody texted each other, I’m crying, crying. This is so sad.”

Umbers even told us; that we almost didn’t get that ending. There was a universe where Lucian survived. “And then it got rewritten. And then we all rebelled and said, you’ve got to put it back to how it was.”

“To the sad one?” I remember asking. Why?

“Well, the other ending was equally as sad. I can’t remember what was changed, but I think Lucian survived in that version. But that version might have been worse, in general.”

Insert unconvinced face.

“But then it was… the whole season had been building up to this kind of tragic climax for him, that it seemed silly to just sort of suddenly not have him be shot at all. You know, but it’s really, really, really sad. It’s one of those things where I know we talked at the beginning about watching the rise of fascism, and we’re watching it at historical events. So, this was the ending that fits.”

And the ending that hurt the most. Let’s not mince words about that.

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Caught up on today's episode...

They're just so proud of their editing skills this week and it's just so bad. Haha. The little recap flashbacks at the beginning. Constantly cutting back to the stupid car stunt for dramatic effect. The weird blue tone stuff. It's just so annoying and distracting. I feel like they think it's so cool and innovative but it's mostly just repetitive and rather pointless.

I mean I guess it's a little better than those three trees they kept pulling down in the storm and the cow stampede but that's like...a really low bar. Haha.

As for the actual stories....ugh. They really are going full Rebecca with Chloe aren't they? If she wakes up with brain damage or some other long term thing that prevents her from taking care of Reuben or something I just....I can't. They love repeating stories but they also seem to love repeating the worst ones. This is the Hell Plot if they made every worse decision. And none of it is even worth it because who at this point is even really rooting for Mack and Charity to be together (unlike when we all wanted Robron back and were counting the days).

Ah well...at least Matty got to appear outside the Hide and got a line and he and Amy seemed like an actual couple I guess.

I still just hate that they did another rape story so the Lydia stuff just annoys me. Also that they had her burn the evidence. I know Rhona actually did the right thing after Pierce but now we've had two in a row where the victim destroyed the evidence. I feel like if I had to endure this again, it would be better if they let her at least have kept the clothes and not burned them. Sigh.

The Sharma stuff again just seems shoehorned into this week just so they could do more special editing effects with it and use that dramatic beat of music some more. It shouldn't be there. Also, again, all of this stuff would play way better if Rishi were either still alive, or if we had seen Amit come back for the wedding and had them interact and there was actual suspicion over Rishi's death. Cause dropping it for two months and then having Amit randomly show up with this twist just feels really silly. Like...are they going to show flashbacks? Did they film something with Bhaskar?

And then there's the Aaron stuff...sigh. Haha. I mean Angry, snarky, Chas-hating Aaron is fine and whatever. But the fact that they engineered Chas dating Harry unbeknownst to everyone involved just so they could have her get put into a car boot (everyone gets a turn!) for this week and had Aaron steal money from the Italian mafia just so they could pay him off is just...so contrived within an inch of its life. It's just too many ridiculous convoluted things with zero organic build up. There's no natural flow of events.

I always think about the story transitions in 2015/2016 from Who Shot Robert to Chas's ptsd to stabbing Diane to Diane's cancer story leading to her meeting Gordon, which led into the abuse story for Aaron and the eventual Robron reunion. All of that was clearly meticulously planned out but it happened in a much more natural way over several months where each story fed into each other. I don't know...I miss that kind of thing. Now you can feel the gears turning in every story and it's not a good viewing experience. Either that or things come out of absolutely nowhere. Neither is good.

Ah well...at least this latest attempt at super soap week is almost over.

[unabashegirl]

Vicious 10 | Mafia HS

After his father's death, Harry Styles must take control of the family mafia while dealing with his unpredictable brother, Silas. He meets Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, and learns about their arranged marriage.

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Four days had passed since Harry had dragged her down into the darkness of the dungeon. Four long days since she had felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. The air down here was cold, damp, and heavy with the musty scent of stone and decay. Food and water were brought to her, but they did little to ease the weight of her confinement.

Y/N shivered as she huddled in the corner of the damp cell, the chains around her wrists and ankles digging into her skin. The darkness seemed to press in on her from all sides, suffocating her with its suffocating embrace.

Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, of freedom from this prison that Harry had condemned her to. But each time she tried to move, the chains held her fast, a cruel reminder of her captivity.

The days blurred together into a haze of fear and despair. She lost track of time, of how many meals had been brought to her, of how many times she had cried out for help only to be met with silence.

At night, when the dungeon fell into an eerie silence broken only by the distant sound of dripping water, Y/N found herself consumed by dread. The shadows seemed to come alive, twisting and shifting in the darkness, whispering taunts and threats that echoed in her mind.

But despite the darkness and the cold, Y/N refused to let despair consume her. She clung to a flicker of hope, a small ember of defiance burning within her. She knew she had to stay strong, to endure, until the day came when she could break free from these chains and the man who had put her here.

"How long are you going to keep her downstairs?" Charlie's voice cut through the tense air of Harry's office as he paced back and forth, his concern evident in his furrowed brow.

"As long as needed," Harry replied curtly, his attention focused on the packages that had arrived at the house. Some contained thinly veiled threats, others held payments or favors owed.

"Calm down, Charlie. She isn't dying down there," Lex interjected, his voice tinged with annoyance. "We've had people genuinely hurt, surviving for months in those cells."

"She isn't just anyone, Lex. She's Federico's daughter," Charlie retorted, his worry deepening. "Keeping her locked up down there only raises the risk of sparking a war with the Italians."

Harry paused, his jaw clenching as he considered Charlie's words. The implications of his actions weighed heavily on him, the potential consequences looming large in his mind.

"We can't risk it," Charlie continued, his voice firm.

Harry remained silent for a moment, the gravity of the situation settling heavily upon him. He knew Charlie was right, but his pride and anger clouded his judgment.

"We'll see," Harry finally replied, his voice hard. "For now, she stays where she is."

Charlie nodded, a sense of unease settling over him as he watched Harry continue to sift through the packages. Deep down, he knew that the longer Y/N remained locked away in the dungeon, the greater the risk of irrevocable consequences. But convincing Harry of that was another matter entirely.

“What the hell is this?" Lex exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief as he pulled something out of the box addressed to Harry.

"It's a finger," Charlie replied grimly after examining the piece. The finger was meticulously manicured, adorned with a large diamond ring. Lex recoiled, dropping the grisly item back into the box and rummaging through the contents in search of a note. However, there was nothing to be found except for a phone.

"I don't understand. Is it a threat? Did they kidnap one of us? What is it supposed to mean?" Lex's questions hung heavy in the air, his confusion mirrored in the faces of the other men in the room. "Completely clueless about this one."

"Send the phone to be unblocked and searched. Get rid of the finger," Harry ordered, his voice hard and decisive. The situation was becoming increasingly unnerving, and he knew they needed answers quickly.

Charlie nodded, his expression grim as he carefully collected the items from the box. The severed finger, with its ominous ring, was a chilling reminder of the dangers lurking just outside their doors.

After delivering the phone to a member of the IT team, Charlie couldn't shake off the unease that settled in his gut. He knew he wasn't supposed to go down there, into the dark chambers where Harry kept her locked away. The risk was immense—being caught could mean facing the same fate or worse. But he couldn't bear the thought of Y/N suffering such harsh punishment for attempting to escape.

With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, Charlie made his way down the narrow staircase that led to the underground chambers. The air grew colder and damper with each step, the darkness enveloping him like a suffocating shroud.

Finally reaching the heavy iron door that sealed off Y/N's prison, Charlie hesitated for a moment. He could hear the faint echoes of her sobs from the other side, sending a pang of guilt and sympathy through him.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Charlie reached for the latch and slowly pushed the door open. The dim light of a single bulb flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows across the stone walls.

Y/N was curled up on the cold floor, her knees drawn up to her chest as she shivered in the dampness of the dungeon. The sight of her in such a vulnerable state struck a chord deep within Charlie.

"Y/N?" he whispered softly, his voice barely audible in the oppressive silence.

She looked up, her eyes wide with surprise and a glimmer of hope. "Charlie?" her voice trembled, tears glistening in the dim light.

Charlie knelt down beside her, ignoring the gnawing fear in the pit of his stomach. "I brought you something," he said quietly, holding out a blanket and a pillow.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she reached out to take it. “Thank you…” she began, her voice catching in her throat.

"How are your wrists?" Charlie asked softly, his eyes filled with concern as he noticed the bruises and swelling.

"Painful," Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze fixed on her injured wrists.

Charlie reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube of gel. "Here," he said, offering it to her. "This should help with the pain."

Y/N took the tube gratefully, unscrewing the cap and squeezing a small amount onto her fingertips. The cool gel soothed the ache as she carefully rubbed it onto her wrists, sighing with relief as the pain began to ease.

"Thank you," Y/N murmured, her eyes meeting Charlie's with gratitude. "Why are you helping me? I thought you hated me.”

"I'll come down tonight if I have a chance," Charlie said, changing the subject. "Maybe I'll bring you something different than oatmeal for dinner."

A small smile tugged at Y/N's lips. "I'd appreciate that," she said, her eyes softening with warmth.

Charlie nodded, a sense of determination in his gaze. "Hang in there, Y/N. We'll find a way to get you out of here."

With those words of reassurance, Charlie turned to leave, his footsteps echoing faintly in the dimly lit dungeon. Y/N watched him go, a flicker of hope growing in her chest. Perhaps, with Charlie's help, there was a chance for escape after all.

Later that day, during dinner, Lex burst into the dining room where Harry was dining alone.

"Boss, the phone is from someone named Gianna Rossi. She recently got married to a guy named Augusto Rossi. Turns out he used to attend college with none other than Federico Castellano," Lex shared, handing over the papers to Harry. "There are multiple chats between Gianna and Y/N. They're apparently best friends."

Harry's eyes narrowed as he scanned through the documents, his mind racing with possibilities. "So... it's her finger? Gianna's?" he asked, a cold edge to his voice. “Why would he sent it here? We don’t even know her”

"Y/N and Gianna were planning to escape the night she went out the window and we found her in the woods. But after that night, they've had no contact whatsoever," Charlie explained, his eyes serious as Harry glanced up from his meal. "Apparently this Augusto guy is a real piece of work. I'm guessing she got caught, and things haven't been going too well for her since then.”

Harry's jaw clenched as he absorbed this information. He had suspected that Y/N wasn't acting alone in her escape attempt, but the extent of her connection to Gianna and Augusto surprised him. The thought of her planning this with her best friend, not for some lover, but for freedom from him, ignited a mix of emotions within him.

Regret crept in, unexpected and unwelcome. He had believed her escape was for a man, for love or desire, but now he saw the truth. It was about freedom, about escaping the life he had offered her. The realization hit him like a physical blow, stirring up a tumult of conflicting feelings.

Anger flared first, a hot surge of resentment at her betrayal. How dare she conspire against him with someone he didn't know, someone who could pose a threat to everything he had built? But beneath the anger, there was a hollow ache of regret.

Regret for not seeing it sooner, for not understanding her motives. Regret for chaining her in the dark, cold depths of the dungeon, treating her like a criminal instead of a woman he had cared for in his own way.

Harry stood from his seat, the chair scraping loudly against the floor in the silence of the room. He paced the length of the dining hall, his mind whirling with thoughts of what to do next. He couldn't let this betrayal go unpunished, but he also couldn't deny the strange mix of feelings that stirred within him.

The image of Y/N, defiant and vulnerable, haunted him. He could almost feel the softness of her skin under his fingertips, the warmth of her breath against his neck. The memory of their moments together, the stolen glances and shared touches, lingered in his mind.

"Find out everything you can about this Augusto Rossi," Harry ordered, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to know if he has any type of current business with Federico and find out about Gianna’s family and who they are” Lex and Charlie nodded before leaving the room.

Harry remained seated, his appetite gone as he pushed around the food on his plate. The conversation with Lex and Charlie had left a sour taste in his mouth, the image of Y/N chained downstairs haunting his thoughts.

He couldn't shake the feeling of regret that gnawed at him, each bite of food becoming more difficult to swallow. The realization of what he had done, of how he had treated her, weighed heavily on his mind.

The once appetizing meal now seemed tasteless, the clinking of utensils against plates echoing in the otherwise silent room. Harry found himself lost in thought, his mind drifting back to Y/N and the desperation in her eyes.

The image of her chained in the dungeon flashed before his eyes, the memory of her pleading eyes and muffled cries sending a pang of guilt through him. He had acted out of anger, out of fear of losing control, but now he saw the consequences of his actions.

Pushing the plate away, Harry ran a hand through his hair, frustration and regret mingling in his thoughts. He should have handled the situation differently, should have given her a chance to explain herself.

But now it was too late, and he was left with the weight of his decisions pressing down on him.

Harry walked with heavy steps, the weight of his actions pressing down on him like a leaden cloak. He couldn't deny the mess he had made, the damage he had inflicted on his relationship with Y/N, and the repercussions it would have on his awaiting marriage.

As he reached the door to the dungeon, his heart clenched with a mixture of dread and regret

---> chapter 11

[ginkgo-shaw]

omg you have such good tastes in shows!! i loved fruits basket as a kid, but i am 100% watching 10 things i hate about you and flower of evil!! you have won me over... im not a big manga reader but tsuiraku jk to haijin kyoushi sounds so good too!!

i love the way you describe the media you watch!! do you have any favorite movies or shows, aside from supernatural of course!!

thank you so much my beloved 💞 it’s my pleasure seeing that you may like what i recommend!! and please if you ever watch them, tell me what are your thoughts on it.

as you may know, supernatural is my favourite show ever but aside from that, i do have other favourites (i’m taking the liberty to include kdramas as part of the shows).

to begin we have vincenzo. i’ll forever asset that it’s one of the best show ever made. there’s everything you could ask for : an amazing cast, a beautifully written scenario and breathtaking shots/filming. this kdramas is about a korean-italian mafia lawyer visiting korea for some business and end up fighting against a powerful conglomerate alongside his new friends. i can’t begin to explain why i love this show so much but it’s really worth a watch.

then, there’s bbc merlin. i first watched it as a kid and i was completely obsessed with it (i wouldn’t sleep so i could watch the episodes on tv) and i still love it very much. the story’s about merlin, a warlock, who has to fulfil a destiny with the help of arthur but magic isn’t accepted so merlin has to hide his powers. i really love the show it’s so good, full of drama, friendships, angst, comfort, fun and love.

next, we have hymn of death. this one is a sad one and had only 3 episodes. it’s based on the real and tragic love story between a married stage drama writer and a soprano while korea was under japan’s occupation. watching hymn of death is an emotional journey and you can only feel bittersweet happiness as you wish their love story turned up better.

i’d like to make a special mention to fleabag. it isn’t really a favourite of mine but i really enjoy it. it’s a real pleasure to watch as it’s funny but at the same time deep, kind of crazy and there’s some great characters. it has a lot of dirty jokes (i mean a lot) and to be honest it’s usually really not my thing but in fleabag it’s more embarrassing than anything else.

now, for my favourite movies :

little miss sunshine. a beautiful movie that warms my heart in a way few pieces of media can. it’s also my biggest dose of serotonin.

top gun : maverick. i made a post about this one before but i’ll just say that i’m such a big fan of tom cruise, the top gun serie and the father-son relationships that this movie was made for me.

parasite. what can i say other than this movie is a masterpiece. the first time i watched it i had no idea what could happen and by the end of the movie even less so. i don’t think we truly understand how crazy this movie is. i love being alive right know because i’m able to watch parasite.

and finally, back to the future. an old time classic that feels like being enveloped by your favourite blanket while being on your couch on a sunny day, laughing without a care in the world. to me, back to the future is a synonym to comfort.

thank you so much for this, again, amazing ask! you’re truly the best. it must be kinda long as i got excited hahaha. also, i can’t thank you enough for liking what i’m rambling/ranting about. please give me your opinion on the question or on anything else!!

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Spooked

Continuing the ‘mafia has a loyalty issue’ plotline... CN: guns and death threats.

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Joey Hancock had been working for Mr Dechart for almost a year. Before that he’d been a fence, and a decent one, but his eye for quality and detail had been better than required of someone pushing stock on the street. Someone had noticed and passed it up the chain, he’d gone through some extra training, and then came the promotion. Now, he was one of the quality assurance team.

There were lots of stops on a smuggler’s supply chain, and at any step along the way they ran the risk that someone would swap the goods for fakes. Joey’s team made sure they were always paying for the real deal.

There was a place for fakes and forgeries, Mr Dechart believed, and they had those in bulk elsewhere. But the real profit came from the luxury goods shipped tax-free and traceless. From tobacco to exotic meats, jewels to guns, whatever people wanted, they provided. Hell, they’d started the business with silk.

Joey hadn’t worked many places before he got into the mob. He’d done a fast food job, and a paper round. Working for old bitches with too much ego and not enough power had given him nothing to look forward to about work, but Mr Dechart was different. He listened, really listened. He trusted your opinions. At the same time, he was like everyone’s uncle. He told goofy jokes. He had Christmas lights put up and it wasn’t even the end of November. He was feeling out whether people wanted Italian or Chinese for the Christmas party.

Joey figured rich guys could afford to do stuff like Christmas parties, since they didn’t have to worry about making money all the time. For his own part, since moving up to the quality team, he’d bought a flat and upgraded every component of his PC. Even the graphics card.

Helped that those were shipped in, too. “We keep prices down,” the guys would joke. “Supply and demand.”

It was a good deal. Joey was always happy to do what it took to get a good life, the best life. Crime was no different.

Nor was snitching on his boss.

It wasn’t personal. He really did like working for the mafia. But there were some things he couldn’t get here; things money couldn’t buy. Mr Dechart wouldn’t know it was him, with how many people he had working for him. Joey was just some second-string QA guy who kept his ears open.

Of course, rumours started flying. Mr Dechart’s partner had been meeting with some higher-ups. There were loyalty issues somewhere and people wanted them sniffed out. There had been risks to Mr Dechart personally. Joey had heard a little about him being driven off the road one night, on his way to a meeting.

“He got shot at,” Laverne had told him, who knew the person who did Mr Dechart’s dry cleaning. “But he didn’t get hurt. We don’t know who it was, so people are on edge. We didn’t think anyone’d dare go for him like that.”

Joey looked surprised and pensive and didn’t say anything except, “Damn.”

In the weeks that followed, a few people got called away for meetings with Mr Dechart. They always came back and nobody seemed traumatised. Laverne went herself, nervous on the way there, happy on the way back. All fine. But nobody would explain what the meetings were about.

It was a month before Joey had his turn. He was in the warehouse on Southland Port and checking out some designer handbags, comparing them to the images he’d found online, and he got a shoulder tap. One of the personal guards had come for him. “Mr Dechart would like to borrow you,” he said, looking down at Joey on his chair without any visible expression. Pure neutrality.

Joey took a deep breath and reminded himself that this was the same as what had happened for the others. Nobody knew he’d said a few things to someone he shouldn’t have. Nobody knew what he’d bargained for. And they’d all do the same anyway, if they had the option.

He got up, leaving the bag on his desk. He quickly tucked his hands into his pockets, and then took them out again, not wanting to look too casual. He followed the escort to the office, where Mr Dechart had taken over that morning. He’d been waiting to get called in all day, today and all the days before.

Maybe someone pocketed a diamond, Joey thought hopefully. Maybe it’s something completely different.

As he opened the frosted-glass door to the office, Mr Dechart stood and smiled warmly at him. “Joey Hancock, good to see you.” They shook hands, his grip firm and palpably strong. Joey wasn’t short, but he was half the man’s size. “How have you been? I’m glad to see you’ve settled in here. Eduardo says you do good work.”

“Thank you, sir,” Joey said, trying to clear his throat as his words croaked. “I’m enjoying it.”

“Very good. The team have been performing well recently, though I can’t give sole credit to you. I’ve had only three complaints come back to us this quarter, so almost all the forgeries are being caught. There’s often a couple, or pieces that are just defective, but the more we catch, the better our connections value us.”

Joey nodded along, relieved as the conversation seemed to be on a familiar track.

Mr Dechart was wearing a pure white shirt you could see his muscles through, and he set an arm on his leg, showing an understated gemstone cufflink. Joey couldn’t tell if it was real; he’d never done jewellery, that was left for the real experts. The indication of wealth was subtle and classy, but god, it was scary. No amount of hard work could get Joey up there. This was a man who could buy his whole life from under him.

“Now, in terms of our meeting today, I’m sure you’re aware I’ve been having these one-to-ones with the team.” Mr Dechart smiled easily, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’ve heard rumours, I bet. I took a couple bullets, we knocked down the Mannington lot, and we had a little manhunt. It’s been a bit dramatic around here.”

Joey swallowed, unsure if he was meant to reply. He settled for a wobbly nod.

“I’ll be frank with you.” Mr Dechart leaned forwards, clasping his hands between his knees. His eyes were dark and magnetic. Joey couldn’t move. “We’re having a loyalty problem.”

His heart was hammering. Would everyone else have felt like this? The boss was terrifying when he wasn’t being a goof. Did Joey look more nervous than other people? Or had he already been found out? How?

“Is there anything you want to tell me, Joey?” Mr Dechart asked gently.

His throat bobbed. His stomach turned, churned and turned again. He shook his head slowly. If he admitted to it, he was dead. He knew he was. Mr Dechart only had three rules.

“I only have three rules.”

He knew the rules. They all knew the rules. But Mr Dechart said them anyway, methodical with each word.

“We don’t hurt children. We don’t keep slaves. And we don’t turn on each other.”

Joey thought he should nod again, but he couldn’t make himself move. Any slight twitch would give him away.

“Breaking the first two rules gets you in trouble. But the last one… That’s the big one. That gets you killed.”

He knew. He knew all of it already. His eyes were watering but he didn’t dare blink.

“Now if you’re innocent,” Mr Dechart continued, his eyes never pulling away, “I’m sure you’ll find that reassuring. You can head back to work feeling fine. There’s no risk to you. We’re just cleaning things up. You’ll keep your eyes and ears open, and pass on anything suspect you see.”

The words slid over him without sticking. He wasn’t innocent. Did they know? Could they tell?

“If you’re guilty…”

He couldn’t feel his hands.

“You should get your affairs in order. Alright?”

His whole body was buzzing.

“I’m expecting a ‘yes, sir’, Joey.”

His voice barely whispered as it left him. “Yes, sir.”

For a moment, nothing happened. Mr Dechart watched him, and Joey wondered if he was about to get a bullet to the head, right now. Was this it? Everything fucked?

When Mr Dechart rose, he flinched. Then he hurriedly stood too, surprised that his legs would hold him. They didn’t feel solid.

“Back to work now,” Mr Dechart told him, smiling that easy half-smile again. “And remember, if you’ve done nothing wrong, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Joey forced up a strained, desperate smile. “Thank you, sir.”

He felt the eyes follow him out, and tried for all the world to be as carefree as those before him.

 It was three torturous hours later that he finished work for the day. The time had passed in a blur, barely memorable now that it was over. He was pretty sure he’d done his work. He probably hadn’t just stood there the whole time listening to his heart pound in his ears. Someone would have noticed, and he’d been very careful to act normal.

The meetings proved Mr Dechart didn’t know it was him. Unless the meetings with the others had been to corroborate evidence, or warn them not to tell him anything, and maybe they all knew he was getting the chop but they hadn’t told him… But Mr Dechart had let him go. He was on his way home. So maybe it was all a bluff.

Either way, he wanted a backup plan. He wasn’t fucking risking getting shot. Once he was safely clear of work and in his car, he pulled over, and made a call.

“Martin speaking.”

The voice sounded calm. From a whole other world. He needed Martin to give a shit right now. “Martin, it’s Joey Hancock. They’re looking for the mole, they’re putting the screws on everyone. The boss is watching me. I don’t know if he knows. I need some protection.”

“Joey, slow down.” Martin was still calm. “What exactly were you told? Did they name any names or was it empty threats?”

Joey wanted to laugh, or maybe cry. A strange combination of both bubbled out of him. “You don’t understand. You don’t fucking understand, man. Mr Dechart doesn’t just sit on stuff like this. He’s going after the traitor ready to skin them. I’ve never seen him like that, he looked like he could kill me as a fucking afterthought.”

“Calm down, Joey—”

“You calm the fuck down! This is my fucking life. I wasn’t supposed to be in danger. I was supposed to do some shit for you and get the rest taken care of. You said, you s-said—”

“I know what I said.” Abruptly, the tone was soothing. Joey hiccupped back a sob. “We aren’t going to abandon you. You’re on your way to being one of us. We look after our own.”

We don’t turn on each other. Shit, he’s heard that before. But this asshole is all he’s got. “Okay. Fine. So what do I do? What do I do now?”

“You keep going.” Still, the soothing voice. Patronising, actually. Dickhead. “They don’t know who it is. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. So just act normal and forget about what you did for us. When things have died down, we’ll be in touch.”

“You’re abandoning me, you’re f-fucking leaving me to—”

“This is the safest thing to do. Running will make it obvious you’re guilty.”

“You were meant to make sure I could get away!”

“You will. When the time is right. Good luck, Joey.”

“You can’t—”

The call was ended. Shaking with rage and more besides, Joey thumbed the redial, but there was no response. The pulsing drone of the ring drove into his head until he threw the phone into the footwell and dropped his head against the steering wheel, letting out a shout of wordless frustration.

It was all so fucked. He’d said little things. Harmless things. But it had been shit about the Decharts’ kid. Harmless or not, it had crossed a line and he’d known it.

And he was meant to just keep coming and going at work like he was just a stupid, second-string QA guy.

He sat there wordlessly trying to work out an escape route for long enough that someone knocked on his window.

He looked over, wondering if he looked as shit as he felt. He rolled down the window.

“You okay, mate?”

“Yeah, fine.” Then he squinted at the face, cast in shadow from the sun behind him. “Do I know you?”

“Maybe.” Then there was a gun. “I know you. Put your hands on the wheel.”

Joey swallowed air. His thoughts blanked. That sure was a gun. Pointed right at him.

He put his shaking hands on the wheel. The familiar stranger reached through the window to unlock the doors, and got in the back. Joey glanced into the rear-view mirror, but he couldn’t see much. Half a face. A shoulder. No sign of what part of him was at the barrel.

This was all so very fucked.

“Alright, Joey. Nice and calm. Let’s drive back to the office, shall we?” The voice was almost in his ear. The man, the hand, the gun, were all too close. “Mr Dechart would like to see you.”