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cornsinthefield · 3 years ago

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Just hold on a little bit more...

I know it's cliche, it's cheesy, OFC is a little bit patetic, but here you go, I was in the mood for writing something depressive and dark. Also, english isn't my first language so don't judge me 😅

Inspiration: Eleven minutes by Halsey and Yungblud ft. Travis Barker

Pairing: Johnny/OFC

Warning: some foul language, blood, gunshots, death (possible tears and/or heartbreak, it's pretty dark)

WC: 3.119

Single gunshot rang through the air. Johnny and the rest of SWAT team could hear it too, ringing in their ears like a bloody gong. He tried to ignore the ringing while feeling of dread consumed him, creating cold sweat on his back.

'Tory, can you hear me? Are you okay?' Johnny could hear panic in his voice. 'Please', he begged, 'let her be okay'

He heard a grunt and then fast footsteps, like someone was running away. Worry caused his stomach to drop, feeling suddenly nauseated. He started to lose patience:

'Victoria, god damn it, answer me!' he yelled in the microphone. Johnny was sure she would curse him for yelling that loud in her ear. Still no response, all it was heard was wind and then, out of nowhere, a cough.

'I think I'm bleeding'

Her voice sounded rough and Johnny got dreadful feeling her wound wasn't exactly harmless.

'Hey, easy, baby, tell me where' he tried to stay calm for her's sake. If she heard him panicking, she'd knew something was seriously wrong.

'I don't know, Johnny, I can't see the wound.'

'Fuck', he thought, 'that's why you always stay put, do the deal in the place where you meet.' But, there's was no need to lecture her now. It was done and over.

He didn't have a good feeling about this since she agreed to go and collect her cut with him. But, Victoria was ambious, always trying more: trying to close the case sooner, trying to catch as many bad people involved as she could etc. She reminded him of Mike in that aspect. And it's not that he didn't admire her ambious, daredevil, fearless attitude, he was just worried about her. Because, someday she would meet someone who won't be dumb as her previous targets, who'll suspect her behavior if she try to cut the deal or arrange a meeting too soon. Johnny knew she decided to go with her target because she wore tracker in her watch. And Johnny knew where she was. But the problem was…she wasn't just around the corner. She was aproximately 11 minutes away. In his head he was calculating what was the best thing he could do now. He covered his microphone to tell his team to call the ambulance on her location. He didn't want her to hear it, trying to avoid raising panic in her mind.

'Listen, Tory, I'm coming to get you, just hang on for me, okay?'

'John boy, don't worry, I'm fine.' He could hear she wasn't fine, but he didn't know if she was lying to keep him calm or adrenaline was still pumping and she still didn't feel the pain from the shot.

Johnny ran to his car, routing the line with Tory to his phone so he could talk to her while driving.

'Vic, I'm coming, how are you feeling?'

'I told you, I'm…I'm okay.' He could hear her shifting, hoping that sigh in between her words was due to that and not pain or wound.

The line was quiet for some time, Johnny's mind occupied by last night's memories. Victoria's anger and his stubborness, her telling him to stop bringing girls over, because 'living room is everyone's space', him accusing her of jealousy, her storming out because that wasn't the point she wanted to make.

'Johnny…' she pulled him out of his thoughts. 'You there?'

'Of course, mama, what's up?' he tried to sound casual.

'I'm sorry about last night. I was..I was jealous and I was angry at you…because you didn't seem to care about any of the girls you've slept with. And that made me feel like just another one of your conquests. I asked myself: did he feel the same way about me? Was I just another girl he used to pass time? I know we agreed we wouldn't talk about it, because we don't wanna ruin whole house dynamic, but I need to know…Just tell me the truth, no matter what it is.'

His heart broke when he heard all that. How could she even think something like that. She was the one who help him move on after whole Solano mess, after his broken heart.

'Oh baby, no, god no. Why would you even been thinking like that? How could you ever think you mean so little to me. God, mama, you're the one who motivated me to get out of bed every day after Lucia, you dragged my ass to go surfing again, you help me with my first case after all that…You helped me to stop dreaming Sid's dead body and Carlito's crazy eyes. All that, because you didn't stop bothering me, every day. You were even more annoying than Jakes.'

She tried to laugh at that, but her laughter sounded restrained, raspy, painful – it sounded more like cough than laugh. He tried to hurry up – 8 minutes from her, GPS showed.

'Relax, I'm coming.'

'Yeah..' she sounded sad, hopeless.

'I'll be there in 5 minutes' he lied a little bit, but he could be there in five, it's just a few more miles.

'You know I love you, yea?'

'Why do you sound like you're saying goodbye?' as soon as words left his mouth he regretted it. He was still a coward, unable to confess his love. But, she always was braver one. Stronger, more confident with her feelings. Johnny used to hide behind his 'manwhore image' as Briggs pointed out. It was comfortable, familiar, it was his. That was his mask for so long he even forgot how to take it off. But, Victoria managed to cracked it, at least a little bit.

She didn't respond to him, instead she simply continued.

'I've known for some time now, Jakes was actually encouraging me to confess. Who would have thought right?' she managed a quick laugh.

'And I finally gathered courage to talk to you. It was the night Dale left. He told me to suck it up and confess. But he didn't tell me he was leaving…anyways…after that, after we got drunk without him, after everything that happened that night…I couldn't…'

He remembers that night very well, even though he was wasted. He remembers heartbreak when Jakes left, he remembers Tory's teary eyes when he told her Dale had left, he remembers her soft lips when they landed on his, he remembers the way her hair smelt: like bonfire, coconut and sea. He also remembers how she tasted, her lips leaving behind taste of bitter irish ale and strong whiskey mixed with cigarettes and lavander.

'I'm sorry' he finally said.

'No, it's fine…everything was fucked up, all of us. The moment just wasn't right.'

'You know what, you stay alive for me now and then well talk about the right moment, deal?'

'Can't wait.'

5 more minutes, 'god, this car is going so slow' he thought as he step on the gas pedal.

'You know, I really wish you were here…'

'Hey, I'm almost here, just keep those beautiful eyes open for me, okay?'

'what if I can't?'

'Nooo, you must. Come on, man, just a little longer, yeah?'

'I'll try…'

'That's my girl.'

'I love you eyes. People usually love blue eyes, but your eyes are the most beautiful I've ever seen.'

He smiled, he even blushed a little. But it was a sad smile. He could hear her voice trembling, getting weaker while her breathing started to sound heavy, like she was having trouble catching a breath. She also was doing this whole: 'I think I'm dying so I'll tell him everything while I still can' speech. He didn't know if it was that serious or if she just kept talking to distract him from this situation. By her breathing he knew it wasn't just a distraction but he couldn't know just how close to death she really was.

3 more minutes...

'what else do you love about me?'

'you could have complimented my eyes, you idiot, but instead,' she coughed, 'you're fishing for another compliment'

'that's me mami, that's why you love me'

'you're damn right, Johnny Tutturo. And don't you dare forget that...'

'how about you tell me one more time when I arrive, okay?'

'where are you?' she simply asked, ignoring his question.

'almost there, tell me when you see the car'

'there's no one here'

'just one more turn, sweetheart'

'you know that saying: 'you're born alone, you die alone'?', she coughed again,'I always thought that was bullshit, just some patetic, depressed saying bad people use to justify why they're dying alone.' she managed a quick laugh, 'and despite our jobs I always imagined I'd die at home, surrounded by my family, friends. It's stupid right? We live type of life where we're alone, how could I expect anything different than dying on some parking lot, cold and alone' her voice was breaking, words started to get stuck in her throat, getting quieter and less recognizable. Johnny was losing his mind but he tried to focus on her voice, not on her words. Because she was still speaking, she was alive, she was strong enough to think, to speak, to stay awake. And he was almost there, 1 more minute.

'hey, Vic, i'm exiting the car, I'm almost there.'

Her end of line was quiet and he got even more scared than before.

'shit, where are you, damn it'

'John...' was all he heard, just a pained whisper, but it wasn't through his phone. He looked around and saw her body, lying down in the pool of blood and it was worse than he thought, than he imagined. He took her in his arms, put his jacket on her gunshot, despately trying to stop the bleeding. He was panicking until she stop him with her cold hand.

'it's okay, leave it... just hold me, okay? i'm cold'

he gave her a sad smile and nodded, lying her head on his lap.

'watch stars with me?' she asked.

'yeah, sure.'

silence washed over them as blood poured around their bodies, his hot from running, hers getting colder with each passing second. 'where's the god damn ambulance?'

Johnny could feel her drifting away, her eyes were barely open.

'I love you too, you know?' he said finally. He was saving it for the hospital, but right now he was losing hope about happy future for them.

she just smiled, weakly and nodded.

'kiss me?' she asked.

Johnny brought his head down, taking her cold head in his hands, feeling her wet cheeks full of tears under his fingertips. He wiped fresh tears away while his eyes settled on her eyes. They looked sad, like her lively green color was fading away, or Johnny was just imagining it. His eyes then finally fell on her lips. They were the only thing on her face that still had color, but by wiping his thumb across her bottom lip, Johnny realised it wasn't red lipstick she applied few hours before. It was blood, thick and warm, it coated his fingers. Finally his warm lips met her cold ones in the softest kiss he's ever given someone. In that moment he felt instant happiness and sadness wash over him. He tried to focus on her smell that felt like home, but the lingering metalic smell of blood was consuming his senses. He didn't want to let go, even when he felt her body going limp against his. Like he was savouring that moment untill he opened his eyes and faced reality. And he knew he wasn't ready for it. He knew that was the last time he would hold her, kiss her, smell her... He knew everything was over before it even started. Finally he opened his eyes and let go. And for a moment, he didn't feel anything except metalic taste of blood that was left on his lips.

...

Everytime he closed his eyes he could still see her lifeless body on the ground, sounds of ambulance arriving echoing in the distance. Even though a month has passed.

LA started putting up Christmas decorations and he thought of her. She loved Christmas. But Tory would always complain about lack of snow and the cold. First few days were the hardest. After Charlie drove him home that night he saw a voicemail notification, from her. He couldn't bear to hear it that night. Instead he listened to it a week after. The message was short, her saying she was sorry for the night before and asking if he was up for a drink after her job meeting that night. Soon after hearing it, he realised he missed her voice, so goddamn much. So he saved her message, played it over and over again until it lost its charm, until it started to sound robotic in his ears. That was the time he started calling her phone, to hear her voicemail, voicemail she planned to change because he interrupted her while recording it. And then she lost a bet to him and needed to leave it for a week. Luckly she didn't change it, because hearing it filled his heart with joy and happiness. It was good to hear her laugh, to hear her happy. The first time he called her phone he felt silly, fearing they maybe turned off her phone number. But they didn't. And all of his worry and pain went away when he heard her voice:

'hey, you've got Victoria Monroe, plea... hey, stop making me laugh..., please leave a message, i'll call you later. Johnny, you idiot. Biiiip.'

He didn't leave a message even if he was thinking about it. But he couldn't speak to her loud. It just felt weird even though he was having conversations with her in his mind all the time. Whatever he was doing he was imagining what she would've said if she was next to him. 'Johnny, how can you drink your coffee without milk?', 'Johnny, this game is boring, let's continue our Marvel maraton', 'man, you still haven't changed your bedsheets, gross' and so on and so on. It was comforting at first but it started to drive him insane. Others noticed it too. He was always in his own head, not hearing what others were saying or asking. Dale was the first one who confonted him about it. He was frustrated but also worried about Johnny's health. But, Johnny wasn't ready to talk yet. He still wanted to drown a little longer in his suffering and depression. So, they let him be. They checked on him every day, but they didn't pressure him to talk. Charlie would bring him food, Dale would slip him a bottle of tequila every few days, Mike would leave him little packages of chocolate even though he wouldn't admit it. Paige slipped him some yellow pages and crosswords few times, because she knew those stupid gossip would make him laugh and crossword would make him concentrate and forget about everything else. Briggs being Briggs made him some of his tea that was suposed to heal his spirit and clear his mind. Johnny wouldn't say it helped but the tea was tasty, so he didn't mind drinking it. After a week, he started to go out. He just needed to get away from her scent. Like the blood that covered her clothes, her smell was lingering all over his room, on his bedsheets, on his t-shirt she borrowed when she'd slept in his room.. He mostly went surfing because it helped him clear his mind and tire his body. It would make him fall asleep more easily. After a week and a half, one Sunday when he returned from the beach, he decided to finally change his sheets. He may have broken down while he was removing his pillowcases, but after an hour, his bed was made, old sheets in the washing machine... But, no matter what, he didn't manage to wash his favourite t-shit, the one she stole to sleep in. She knew it was his favourite and she stole it with that in mind. He may have acted angry, but he didn't really mind. It looked better on her anyway. 'Well', he thought, 'I guess, it will stay her t-shirt after all'... He didn't throw it in the washing machine, he decided to put it away in his closet, in the box where he kept his memories: pictures of his mother and brother, little things he exchanged with his buddies in Navy, like necklaces and bullets, pictures and smelly socks.. Yeah, they were gross but now they were all memories very dear to his heart. And now, she becomes just a memory too. Hidden away in some box in his closet, box he doesn't open very often, box he forgets about sometimes. No, he couldn't do that. Instead he put it on the hanger, next to his shirts and tuxedos. So now everytime he misses you, he can open his closet and let her smell in the room again. In first few days he opened his closet quite often, but after a while, her scent of pine and coconut didn't linger in his room anymore. Still, every morning when he opened his closet to get dressed, he would smell her. After a while, he found it comforting, in a way. Like he knew she was with him, telling him he could survive this day ahead. A month after, Christmas was around the corner and his walk brought him to her grave. He still couldn't talk to her out loud. He never understood how people could do it. 'Maybe that just happens in the movies' he thought.

Victoria watched him from the distance, her heart breaking at the sight of him, broken, unshaved, tired, with dark purple circles under his eyes... She never thought she would see him like this. All she wanted to do was yell at him: 'tell me how to fix this, how to help you!'. Her anger and sadness turned to bargaining: 'come lay flowers every Sunday on my gravestone and we'll talk' she thought. But they couldn't, she wasn't in the same world as him anymore.

He stayed there for a while. And he returned a week later, but instead of flowers, bottle of her favourite whiskey was in his hands. And he poured them a drink. She didn't know whether to be sad he was drinking or happy she's seen him again. The week after he showed up with his black bracelet which he left there. That day he went to the house and for the first time in almost two months knocked on Charlie's door.

'hey, Charlie, can we talk?'

- The end -

#graceland #graceland ff #johnny tuturro #johnny/ofc #original female character #idk what else to tag #other graceland characters are also mentioned #idk what this is #or what i'm doing #this is the first time i'm actually publishing my work #so i'm nervous #graceland tv series #idk if anyone will see this #or if anyone would still want to read work like this but everybody needs Johnny in their lives so here you go #even though Johnny suffers here #but still #also idk how to put read more break in the app #so if someone knows please help me

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i-jus-wanna-writehappy · 4 years ago

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Not me saying fuck all my other works including Rio wips and starting a Johnny Tuturro black fem reader series tho

#andie talks #johnny tuturro #Johnny tuturro imagine #I have no self control

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mego42 · 4 years ago

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I saw that you are a Johnny Tuturro stan and can we just talk about him for a minute. I found Graceland through my very obvious love of Rio and Johnny is literally the cutest! He is by far my fav on that show. Like my heart hurts when he hurts type of thing. He is so so so goofy and his smiles just light up the room. There are not enough blogs talking about him anymore and it makes me sad. Like I literally just wanna hug him. Ugh.

HI HELLO YES we can literally always talk about human sunshine around these parts. enthusiastically agree to johnny being the fav!!! i am theoretically aware that there were other people on the show (specifically charlie) but after probs about like, 74% of the first season i was more or less entirely just watching for johnny and could not actually tell you anything else that was happening besides no one in the house deserving him AT ALL (again, except charlie) (mostly)

ALSO if you haven’t already, highkey recommend you check out @gabrielllas johnny tuturro in every episode series for it will bring you GREAT JOY

#short list of things i am going to die mad about:#not getting to see johnny punch mike in the face #(WE ALL DESERVED THAT)#NO ONE appreciating the bounce house #the kissing the gun thing and the way i'm never gonna stop thinking about it #this is a johnny tuturro stan blog #shut up meg #Anonymous

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sometimes-i-am-lola · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Good Girls (TV), Blade (Movie Series), Graceland (TV), Shameless (US) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Beth Boland/Rio, past Beth Boland/Drake (Blade), slight mention of Beth Boland/Dean Boland, Johnny Tuturro/Fiona Gallagher Characters: Beth Boland, Rio (Good Girls), Drake (Blade), Jimmy Turner, mention of Dean Boland, Johnny Tuturro, Fiona Gallagher Additional Tags: Drabble, Drabble Collection, Crack, Alternate Universe - Crack, Crack Crossover, Paranormal, Supernatural Elements, Vampires, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, vampire!Beth, immortal!Beth, she's a maneater, fiona goes to cali Series: Part 2 of Infinite Universes (Multi-fandom Drabble Series) Summary:

This will be a series of drabbles, just whatever I have sitting in my WIP folders and whatever else I might come up with.

#my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #graceland #shameless #nbc good girls #blade trinity #fiona gallagher #johnny tuturro #fiona x johnny

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breanime · 2 years ago

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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

This took me SO long to answer, and I'm still jot sure of my choices lol. I decided just to focus on a few of my loves, circled my favs in red

In order: Billy Russo oneshots, Billy Russo series, Rio, Johnny Tuturro, Buck, and Tommy Shelby

I can't wait to try my hand at the TLK boys.

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gabrielllas · 4 years ago

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Manny Montana as ‘Johnny Tuturro’ in every episode of Graceland:

Season 3 Episode 9

bonus:

#graceland #gracelandedit #manny montana #mannymontanaedit #johnny tuturro #*#mmgl*#damn he is hot #that jawline #the cheekbones!#HELLO SIR #edit as of 29th may:#HELLOOOOOO #ENJOY SOME JOHNNY #I MISS U ALL AND THIS SERIES IS SO CLOSE TO ENDING OMGGG

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shoot-the-oneshot · 5 years ago

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MASTERLIST

Steve Rogers x Reader

1940

No Secrets in Paris part 1

No Secrets in the gym part 2

Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Worth it

Make an Effort

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Kinky

Evan Buckley x reader

Hot Head

Ring of Fire

Paul Lahote x Reader

Let sleeping wolves lie

The Baby Duck Thing

Johnny Tuturro x Reader

Not so friendly

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Better with you

Brett Talbot x Reader

No other you

Freddie Andersen x Reader

About time

Kai Parker x Reader

Jealous

Eric Northman x Reader

Darkness Brings Protection

Massimo Torricelli x Reader

Day 93

series Counting the days

#masterlist

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blackisblackisblack · 6 years ago

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manny montana as johnny tuturro in s3, ep1 “b-positive” of tv series, graceland.

#manny montana #graceland #gracelandedit

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found915 · 7 years ago

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Masterlist

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

It’s All In The Lyrics: Steve wants to find the perfect song to describe your relationship. Unfortunately, he doesn’t always listen to the lyrics.

Wonderland: You believed the first snowfall of the year to always be a magical time and you couldn’t wait to experience it with your boyfriend for the first time. Unfortunately for you, Steve Harrington wasn’t nearly as fond of snow as you are. Can you and your friends change his mind?

Jealous of the Rain: You were Steve’s best friend. He was your first love. You’re only love. Now? Now, he was happy without you and you were jealous.

lessons.: Emma finds herself partnered with Steve Harrington on a project, but it looks like they’re going to be spending even more time together when he decides he wants to learn to play guitar.

Billy Hargrove

It’s Sad, But It’s True Series: There’s more to Billy Hargrove than meets the eye, but you’re not sure it’s going to be enough this time.

Part One

Part Two

Headcanons

First Time with Steve

Marvel

*both Sweet Dreams are the same fic*

Clint Barton

Sweet Dreams: Clint has always loved her. Always. He valued her friendship to do anything about it, though. This is one of the darkest moments in his life, but he knows he has to be strong for her. But how is he going to break this to the kid?

Pietro Maximoff

Sweet Dreams: Pietro only truly loved two people. His sister and his Alena. He only wishes he could run faster.

Harry Potter

Weasley Twins

Forever Marked with Scars: George can’t sleep. Again. He’s forever marked with scars and there’s no getting past that.

The Magicians

39th Times the Charm, Right?: Jane Chatwin records an account of every reset. She wants to remember in hopes of succeeding the next time around. This is the 39th time our Magicians battle the beast.

Haven

Duke Crocker

Graceland

Joe “Johnny” Tuturro

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Isaac Lahey

Blurbs & Poetry

Stay Close To Me

Grief is a strange thing.

A book I’ll probably never write

Realest Thing I’ve Written

he needed her

rain

ashes

broken things

bad again

Anything with a strike is in the process of being written.

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ao3feed-graceland · 6 years ago

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What Didn't Happen

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2WTX8ql

by altschmerzes

“You really think I was dead?” That’s the question he asks instead of his actual question, ‘just how upset were you and how upset are you still?’ Ultimately, the first question answers the second, if what Mike’s face does is any indication.

“Yeah.” The word is clipped, followed by a short clear of his throat. “I really did.”

After Mike finds out Johnny is alive, and after Briggs leaves the evidence room, the two of them get a chance to talk, and Mike gets to process a loss that hadn't actually happened.

Words: 2092, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Graceland (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Johnny Tuturro, Mike Warren

Relationships: Johnny Tuturro & Mike Warren

Additional Tags: Season/Series 01, Episode: s01e06 Hair of the Dog, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Missing Scene, mike and johnny get a chance to talk after the torpedo thing, Team as Family, references to what happened to eddie, Trauma

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2WTX8ql

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #graceland

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breanime · 5 years ago

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Dynamite (Part Six)

Here we are, the last chapter... Hold onto your hats, kids, here we go! And I apologize in advance :(

warning: descriptions of violence, character death

*cover by @moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown*

Part Six: The Bones

You’d only been to Miguel’s weird little murder bunker twice before now, and it was just as creepy as you remembered it. Miguel was standing a few feet away from you, talking quietly with Nestor. He’d given you a pretty good beatdown, and you licked your lips, tasting blood and feeling the cuts in them. Your arm was tied to the pew, which was still sticky with someone else’s blood, which…

…was probably not a good sign.

“This is the longest murder I’ve ever been to,” you sighed, leaning your head on your arm, “Are you going to kill me or keep kissing each other’s ears over there?”

They both turned, and you could see the uneasiness on Nestor’s face. He had been your friend before, and while you knew his loyalties lied with Miguel—always did, always would—you also knew he wasn’t happy to see you, bloodied and bruised, on the pew.

“You know,” Miguel said calmly, wiping his bloody knuckles on a rag, “you get mouthy when you get scared, mi amor.”

The sweet name made your skin crawl. “How long has it been,” you asked, sitting up, “since you actually meant that?”

“Meant what?”

“Mi amor,” you answered, glaring at him, “How long has it been since we loved each other, Miguel?”

He sighed, and for a second, you could see his features soften as he looked over at you. You could only imagine what you looked like, beaten down and tied to a wooden bench. It was a far cry from the way you’d looked on your wedding day, that was for sure. “I’ve always loved you,” he said back, his voice heavy with emotion, “and I always will.”

“Yeah? You loved me when you were knee deep in Emily?” You asked back. “You loved me then?”

He grit his teeth. “Unlike you, I can love more than one person at once.” He turned to you fully. “When did you stop loving me?”

“A long, long time ago,” you answered honestly.

He closed his eyes, nodding at your words. When he opened them, his eyes were hard. “Is that why you opened your legs to the help?”

“That,” you said, “and the fact that Johnny’s tongue is like a fucking wizard, and his cock—”

Miguel stepped over to you, wrapping his large hand around your throat, choking the taunts right out of you. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?” He growled, glaring down at you as you struggled in his grasp. “What you broke? Me and Emily that’s… That was…” He shook you, and you clawed at his arm with your free hand, your eyes wide. “I loved you. I love you! We weren’t perfect, but we were something—and you fucking ruined it!”

Your eyes were starting to roll back in your head, and it occurred to you, as you struggled for air, that your eyes had done the same thing a few hours ago when Johnny was inside of you. This was definitely a downgrade.

“Mikey.” Nestor’s voice broke through your musings, and you felt Miguel’s hand fall away.

You fell forward, gasping and sucking in air through your now bruised throat. Tears gathered in your eyes, and you coughed, the action causing you more pain. When you could see again, Miguel was pacing a few feet away, and Nestor was standing in front of you, his eyes sad. He turned from you, going over to Miguel, and suddenly, the reality of your current situation hit you.

You were going to die.

You let the tears fall, and you bent your head down, tucking it between your legs, as you cried. God, you’d come so close, so close to happiness. Johnny was back in your life, and even after the hard left the two of you had taken all those years ago, you were alright. You’d found each other again, and this time, your love was stronger, more mature; it grounded you, and made you feel like you could fly all at once. And you weren’t sure if it was fate or dumb luck or destiny, but even though you and Johnny had both messed things up with each other, you were still strong, still meant to be. He used to say, back when you were younger, that he was going to marry you. The two of you would lie on the beach, sand in your shoes and the sun on your skin, discussing all of your plans, the life you were going to build, strong and sturdy, with each other. But now, the wolves came, and your time was nearing its end, but at least you got to be with Johnny before you left this world, at least you got to hear those three words coming from his lips one more time. That alone made all of this worth it.

You gaped when you felt your hair being pulled, and Miguel yanked your head up, glaring down at you. “Why?” He asked. “Why would you do this to us?” You coughed, still trying to catch your breath, and he pulled at your hair again. “Why, Y/N?!”

“Because…” You answered, closing your eyes. If you had to go, you would go in peace, thinking about Johnny. “…I love him.”

You felt his slap like a hot poker in your face, and then…

…it was nothing but darkness.

Johnny had only ever seen Emily Galindo in photos, and she did not look like her picture at all…

…maybe it was because she was puking her guts out in a tiny cement jail cell.

“Emily,” Paige said, her hands on the bars of the cell, “We need to know where this place is.” She thrust the polaroid into the cell, and Emily wiped her mouth, crawling closer to look at it.

“Oh God,” she closed her eyes, but Johnny wasn’t sure if that was the nauseous or her own guilt that was plaguing her, “that’s Miguel’s church pew. It’s where he… Where he deals with the other side of his businesses.”

“What other side?” Mike prodded. “What does that mean?”

“It means he’s going to kill her,” Emily answered, her eyes went to Johnny, “I am so sorry.”

Johnny didn’t even question how she knew he was connected to you—his shaking, tense body was probably hint enough, plus he was sure Miguel had talked about him before. Miguel. If Johnny didn’t arrest him, he was going to kill him.

“Where is this place?” Paige asked, shaking the picture in Emily’s face to get her attention again. “We need an address!”

“I’ll tell you,” Emily said back, wiping at her eyes, “but please, get me out of here—I can’t have my baby in jail, please—”

“—The address!” Paige and Mike barked at the same time.

Johnny watched, feeling like the world was moving too fast for his mind to catch up to, as Emily gave them the directions to Miguel’s church pew. Johnny couldn’t speak, could barely breath; the fact that you were hurt had been bad enough, but this? Miguel was going to kill you if he didn’t get to you in time. He stared straight ahead of him as the team rushed out of the building and back into their cars, heading to the address, hoping it wasn’t a fake. How the hell did he have you—twice—and lose you? Twice! He’d promised you that he would take you away from all this, and he��d failed.

He hated himself.

“We’re gonna get her back, Johnny,” Briggs said, both of his hands on the wheel as he sped through traffic, “Keep your head in the game—we’re gonna get her back.”

Johnny closed his eyes, another wave of self-hatred crashing through him as he felt tears in his throat.

“We’re with you, baby,” Charlie reached out from the back seat and put a hand on his shoulder, steadying him, “We’ve got your back. She’s gonna be fine.”

He opened his eyes, his vision blurry from the unshed tears. “I love her,” he said, his voice breaking, “Charlie, I love her, I can’t lose her, I just got her back—”

“You’re not gonna lose her,” Charlie said, her voice and touch soothing, “okay? You are not going to lose her.”

“We’re with you, JT,” Briggs added, glancing over at him. For once, Johnny didn’t question him, for once, he could tell that Briggs was being honest. “We’re with you.”

The radio crackled, and Charlie grabbed it, switching to the right channel. “Hello?”

“We’ve got the warehouse surrounded,” Holden reported, and Johnny, Briggs, and Charlie exchanged surprised looks, “What? You thought I couldn’t track you?” The smirk was clear in his voice. “Galindo is in there with his number two, we don’t have eyes on them, but from the body heat count, they’re in there.”

“What about Y/N?” Charlie asked. Johnny’s heart was pounding so hard, it hurt.

“She’s there,” Holden answered, and a small knot released in Johnny’s chest, “I’ve got agents and a negotiator out here, but they’re not budging…” He paused, and when he spoke, they could all hear the emotion in his voice. “I got no sway here. I need my team.”

Briggs slammed his foot on the petal. “On the way, boss.”

Holden hadn’t been kidding. When they pulled up—Paige and Mike behind them—they were greeted with a slew of cops, federal agents, and an ambulance. Johnny hopped out of the car, followed by his team—his family—and ran over to Holden.

“Sit rep,” he requested, heart pounding.

“It’s a standstill,” Holden answered, “Galindo’s not coming out, not communicating…”

“And Y/N?” He asked.

Holden shook his head. “No word.”

“We gotta get in that building,” Mike said, stepping up, “how many entrances are there? Do they have surveillance? What do we know?”

“Not much,” Holden answered, and Johnny groaned, his fists balling at his side, “I think there’s a two-way camera, but no one here’s trained to hack it—”

“—Nah,” a familiar voice called out, “I can hack it.” Jakes stepped up, his face serious, and Johnny’s eyes filled with tears all over again. Jakes came right up to him, crushing him to his chest in a hug. “I’m here for you, brother. Let me help.”

The team—the whole team—gathered around Jakes as he sat at a computer, clicking away. In a matter of seconds, his screen was full of different camera angles around the building.

“There,” Briggs said, pointing at the corner of the screen, “there’s a shaft there and a slight blind spot in the camera. That’s our point of entry.” Johnny moved, ready to go, but Briggs stopped him. “You gotta suit up, Johnny.”

Johnny pulled back. “We don’t have time—”

“—No one goes in until they’re wearing full combat gear,” Holden spoke up.

Charlie rushed to the closest van and grabbed a bulletproof vest, pushing it into Johnny’s chest. “Then let’s move, people.”

It felt like hours passed, but in reality, it was only a couple minutes until Johnny, Jakes, Briggs, Charlie, Paige, and Mike were all dressed in Kevlar vests. They each had an earpiece in, keeping them connected to Holden and the others as they moved towards the building. Holden directed them, telling them when to fall back and when to move forward as the cameras scanned the premises. Johnny had never felt so on edge in his entire life. He was surrounded by cops and federal agents, backed up by the people he trusted the most in the world, but you weren’t with him, and every second he didn’t have you with him was an eternity to Johnny. Finally, they breached the perimeter. As soon as they stepped into the building, Johnny smelt the familiar, terrifying scent of blood.

Briggs was taking point, and he stuck his fist up, and they all paused. He turned, making eye contact with Johnny, and nodded. Miguel was just around the corner. This was it—you and him were in the homestretch of some hard times, but Johnny believed you’d make it through it; he had to.

“FBI!” Briggs called out, stepping around the corner with his gun out. Johnny was right behind him, and so was the rest of the team.

Nestor pushed Miguel behind him, and both men held their guns up.

“Put your weapons down!” Jakes demanded.

Miguel laughed, shaking his head. “You’re a fucking Federal Agent?” He asked, looking over at Johnny. “Son of a bitch…”

Johnny looked around, his eyes taking in all of the blood and dirt before they landed on you. You were tied to the church pew, laying on your side in a pool of pool.

His heart stopped.

Johnny moved towards you, but Miguel shot at the ground, and he stopped, glaring over at your husband.

“No, no, Romeo,” Miguel taunted, “that’s not how this is gonna happen.”

“You’re surrounded, Galindo,” Paige said, “There are agents and local cops all over this place. Just put down your weapons!”

“This isn’t going to end well for you,” Mike added, “Your ex-wife is in a jail cell right now, she needs you. The baby is going to need you.”

Miguel’s smug look faltered. “The… The baby?”

“You didn’t know?” Paige asked. “Yeah, Emily’s pregnant with your kid.”

“And let me tell you,” Charlie drawled, “It’s no fun to have your kid in prison.”

“Put your weapons down,” Briggs said again, “and we’ll let you see her.”

Miguel looked at Johnny, nothing but hatred in his eyes. The feeling was mutual. “You’re a Fed,” he said, disgusted.

“Mikey…” Nestor said, his voice low.

Miguel’s eyes didn’t leave Johnny. “Does she know?”

Johnny couldn’t look at you. “Yeah,” he answered, his gun heavy in his hands, “she knows. She knew from the second I walked through the door—probably even before that, knowing her.”

Miguel closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. When he opened them, they were wet with tears. He hung his gun on his fingers, stepping back with his arms outstretched behind Nestor.

“Mikey,” Nestor’s eyes looked from Miguel, to the team, and back again, “what are you doing?”

“Surrendering,” Miguel answered, his voice tired. He dropped his gun and stepped forward. “I know when I’ve lost.”

Johnny felt a thrill of relief go through the team, and Charlie stepped up to cuff Miguel. But then he grabbed Nestor’s gun, ripping it out of his hand, pointed it at Johnny, and shot.

It felt like he had been hit in the chest with a hammer, and Johnny flew back. He heard his name being called, and then there were more shots. Charlie and Mike were on their knees beside him, shaking him and saying his name over and over again. Johnny groaned, his hand going to the middle of his chest; he could feel the bullet, still warm, stuck in his Kevlar vest.

“Fuck,” he croaked, “Holden was right…”

“Jesus!” Charlie cried, tears in her eyes. Mike laughed, helping Johnny stand up. A few feet away, Miguel was on his back. Briggs was on top of him, beating the ever-loving shit out of him. Paige and Jakes had to lift him up. Paige cuffed him, turning him onto his stomach and pressing her foot into his back. Nestor was lying next to Miguel with a single bullet in his skull. As soon as Miguel had shot Johnny, Nestor had jumped in front of his friend, shielding him from the perfect shot Mike had aimed right at his head.

Johnny limped over to you quickly, he reached down, his heart pounding, and felt your pulse.

You were breathing.

Carefully, he lifted your head. You were unconscious, and his heart broke at the blood and bruises on your face. “I got you,” he whispered, cutting you free, “I’m here, baby… I got you.” He picked you up, leaning on Mike a little bit, and carried you out.

“She’s still my wife!” Miguel was yelling, his face in the dirt. “She’s my wife!”

Briggs kicked him in the face, and suddenly…he stopped shouting. “I’m sorry,” he quipped, “were you saying something?”

You had been existing in this kind of dark, hazy, dreamless world, and as you slowly came out of it, you started picking up on things.

“…looks badass,” a female voice was saying.

“…barely a wound,” a male voice snarked.

You could hear beeping, and you could smell anesthetic.

“…so much paperwork,” you recognized that voice—that was Mike.

You tried to shift, but your body simply wasn’t having it. So instead, you kept listening, slowly feeling yourself float back into your body. You felt sluggish, and you couldn’t get your eyes to open, no matter how curious you were about where the hell you were. You were just so tired, you felt yourself floating away again, ready to go back into that void, when you heard the most angelic sound in the world.

“We all know how much you love paperwork, Levi,” Johnny said, his deep chuckle vibrating through the air and piercing your soul.

And suddenly, you could open your eyes.

“Oh,” a woman with dark hair was looking down at you, “Johnny!”

You blinked against the harsh light. You were in a hospital, surrounded by Johnny and a bunch of people you didn’t know, and Johnny…

...was shirtless.

“That can’t be sterile,” you said, your voice coming out rough.

Johnny laughed, coming to hover over you. You caught Mike’s eye as followed the others out, a warm smile on his face. He reached out and ran his hand down your face, his touch careful and gentle and everything you’d always wanted. “Hi,” he said simply, his eyes soft as he looked down at you.

You reached over, your hand brushing against the dark purple bruise on Johnny’s chest. “Wh—what happened?” You croaked out, coughing.

“Shh,” he helped you sit up, wincing with you, and rubber your back, “The doctor said your vocal cords are gonna be a little rough for a few days.”

You nodded, leaning into his touch. You closed your eyes as Johnny’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close. He felt strong against you, he felt warm and sturdy and reliable—he felt like home. He kissed your forehead, and you smiled, even as the tears started trialing down your cheeks. Neither of you spoke, you just held onto each other, both silently vowing to never let go.

Later, you learned what had happened while you’d been unconscious. Miguel was arrested and being tried for a laundry list of crimes. Emily was doing time as well for aiding and abetting, and she wasn’t pregnant with Miguel’s child. Apparently, she’d hooked up with her first love, a biker named Ezekiel, and the baby was his. Nestor was dead, and for that, you were sad. His only crime had been loving Miguel more than anyone else—neither of Miguel’s wives had even come close to loving him as much as Nestor had, and all that love and loyalty had gotten him was a bullet in the brain. Johnny’s friends—who you owed so much to, but they asked for nothing—pulled some strings and got you a quickie divorce from Miguel, even finagling most of his assets, titles, deeds, and fortune and awarding them all to you. Briggs and Jakes had some friends in high places that made that happen. You had suffered a bruised throat, a busted lip, black eye, bruises on your torso and wrist, and a collection of cuts and other bruises. But you got Johnny, so…

…it was all worth it, as far as you were concerned.

You and Johnny moved to a nice beachfront property together, and you were married on the beach. Briggs, of all people, officiated the wedding. Jakes got Johnny a job working for his private investigation and security firm, and Graceland was officially retired, but the family stayed intact.

You went to sleep wrapped in Johnny’s arms each night and woke up every morning to his smile as the sun crept in through the blinds, which, of course, you didn’t mine.

After all, a little sunshine never hurt anybody.

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Dynamite (Part Four)

This chapter’s around 3000 words, so it’s longer than the others have been. Enjoy!

warning: steamy

*cover by @moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown*

Part Four: Sinning With You

That night, they had a debriefing at Graceland. Johnny, Paige, Mike, Charlie, and Briggs sat in the living room as Holden went over the case.

“So Tuturro is under with the wife,” he said, his bright blonde hair distracting as he stood in front of a white board, “He starts first thing in the morning as her bodyguard.” He turned his hard gaze to Johnny. “You ready for that, Tuturro?”

Johnny didn’t look up from his task, tossing an orange back and forth between him and Paige. “Yup.”

Holden sighed. “Okay, and Paige, have you made contact with the ex-wife yet?”

“Going in for my interview as her assistant tomorrow,” she reported, tongue poking out as she passed the orange back to Johnny, “Emily Galindo is still close with Miguel, so I’m gonna see if I can squeeze some intel out of her.”

“Good,” Holden nodded, “and meanwhile, Warren? You’re going under as…” He checked his notes, and Briggs rolled his eyes. “…Galindo’s personal driver?”

“Yes sir,” Mike nodded, still a sucker for authority, “He said it’s less conspicuous, his back and forth traveling, with a white guy behind the wheel.”

“That’s true,” Briggs chirped.

“Very true,” Johnny agreed, tossing the orange back to Paige.

Holden sighed again. “Charlie and Briggs are running the operation,” he went on, “And all of you report back to me. Understood?”

“Absolutely,” Charlie said, standing up.

“Good meeting, boss,” Briggs added, already walking away.

Johnny had unpeeled the orange and was stuffing it in his mouth, and Paige ran after him. Mike looked up at the stairs where Briggs had gone before following Johnny and Paige.

“I—no one has been dismissed!” Holden called out to a now empty room. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Children,” he mumbled, “I work with children…”

It had become an unofficial tradition in the last few months, that after a completely unnecessary briefing with the Golden Wanker, the house would sneak off and reconvene at the fire pit on the beach. Briggs got there first, starting the fire quickly. Mike, Johnny, and Paige joined him, followed by Charlie. They sat around the fire, discussing the case and their roles in it, shooting the shit and just being together. It was one of the few things that still connected them all to one another.

“You sure this is a good idea, Johnny?” Charlie asked, a beer in her hands. “This isn’t putting too much on you?”

He shook his head. “I’m good, Chuck, I promise.”

“Yeah, but,” Mike spoke up, “This—she…” He sighed. “Do you still have feelings for her, Johnny?”

Johnny paused; he could feel everyone’s eyes on him, and normally, he’d brush the questions off, but… He didn’t have the energy, and more importantly, and wanted to answer it. Needed to put his thoughts into words. “I mean… I think I’ll always love her,” he admitted, “I don’t think that shit ever really goes away, but…” He looked up at them, his eyes serious. “I can do my job. I’ll get this done.”

“Course you will, Johnny,” Briggs nodded.

Paige raised her glass. “To Johnny!”

Johnny laughed as the others followed suit, toasting to him. He took a swig of his beer, leaning back and letting himself be submersed in his friends’ support. Graceland wasn’t what it used to be, that was true, but at the end of the day, Johnny knew the people he was sitting on this beach with would have his back. And shit—he would need it, because tomorrow, he was starting his first day as your bodyguard.

The next morning, Johnny, Mike, and Paige headed off to their respective positions; Mike as Miguel’s driver, Paige to her interview with Emily, and Johnny to the house. To his surprise (and disappointment), he was greeted by Miguel, not you, when he got there. The head of the Galindo cartel gave him the rules and expectations, reminding him to keep things professional with his wife, before leaving with Nestor. As soon as the door shut behind Miguel, you came out.

You stood at the top of the stairs in a silk robe, and Johnny’s immediate thought was “tear it off her”. You looked at him, your expression unreadable, intimidating, familiar and comforting all at once. “I’m going for a swim,” you announced.

So he followed you out to the pool, neither of you speaking. Your back was to Johnny as you stood over the pool, and once again, he was floored that this was your home—your life. But the surprised for the day weren’t done; he watched, wide eyed, as you dropped your robe.

Fuck. His eyes ran over your frame eagerly, and he immediately felt himself growing hard at the sight of you. You were perfect; you always had been in his eyes, but… damn… You looked back at him from over your shoulder, and he wanted to grab you and kiss you and hold you to him, wanted to run his hands over every inch of you that was exposed by that truly sinful bikini. You smirked, and man, that look on your face was doing nothing to quell the raging boner in his pants. Wordlessly, you jumped into the pool, splashing him with water. He took a breath, trying to feel bad for ogling a married woman, and failing.

You swam, letting the water calm you. You needed to keep your wits about you. Yes, it was true that you were alone with Johnny. And yes, it was true that he was looking like a fucking snack with his all black outfit, those black bars on his forearms as tantalizing as you remembered. And yes, he had looked at you like he could grab you and devour you any second. And HELL yes, you would let him… but you had to remind yourself that he was here for a reason, and you knew that reason wasn’t you. It was Miguel. You did a few laps around the pool, completely aware of the fact that Johnny’s eyes were plastered on you, watching you from the surface. God, you wanted to pull him into the water with you, wrap your legs around his waist like you used to, his mouth on yours and his hands on your skin, leaving no curve uncaressed. You did a flip under the water, wishing you could kick yourself in the head—you needed to focus. Finally, you surfaced, swimming to the edge of the pool where Johnny was still standing, watching you, and rested your arms on the concrete.

“So,” you huffed, looking up at him, bathed in sunlight like he was meant to be, “Serrano? What’s that about? Who are you working for?”

Johnny put a hand in his pocket. “Your husband,” he said back easily.

You smirked. “You know, you never were able to lie to me.” You titled your head to the side, regarding him. He was so different, and yet so much the same as you remembered him. “Who are you working for,” you asked again, “Jose Tuturro?” You watched his eyes grow wide at your use of his first name, before he was Joe, before he was Johnny. “And what can I do to help?”

He blinked. “Help? Help how?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged, “I mean… after Nestor, I have the most access to Miguel, his accounts, his legal businesses and his… other ventures. I can be your informant,” you offered, “What are you? DEA? FBI? Some other acronym?” You asked, fully expecting him to lie to you again.

He titled his head now, mirroring your previous action. “Is this a test?”

“No, Johnny,” you rolled your eyes, kicking your feet in the water, “it’s a conversation.”

He stared down at you for a moment; you’d literally bared yourself to him, went the extra mile to give him the high ground (literally), and offered to be his informant. He had seen the strain between you and Miguel yesterday, but he hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up, so he’d shrugged it off the best he could as an off day, but now… Now he could see that you weren’t happy there. A McMansion, all the drug money anyone could ask for, a freaking underground, heated pool—and you weren’t happy. That made him unhappy. “FBI,” he answered.

You nodded, licking your lips. You pushed yourself up, getting out of the water, and Johnny almost missed what you said because his eyes were busy tracking (and envying) the beads of water on your skin. “Let’s take a drive.”

After you’d gotten dressed, you and Johnny got into the car. You directed him to a secluded hill overlooking the city, and neither of you spoke unless it was about directions. Finally, as he parked the car, he turned to you. He couldn’t believe he was this close with you, alone with you, after all these years.

You smiled, and he wanted to cry at that smile. He wanted to drown in that smile. “I knew you would make it, but… damn, Johnny, FBI? Congratulations.”

“If you knew I was undercover, why didn’t you bust me out in front of Miguel?” He asked.

“I didn’t know,” you said, “I suspected something was going on, but…”

“But you want to be my informant. Why?”

You turned, gazing out the window. “Because,” you sighed, turning back to look into the eyes of the man you would always love, “I, like the U.S government, want him gone.” You took a breath. “He’s been cheating on me,” you told him, “with Emily, his ex-wife.” You chuckled at the incredulous look on Johnny’s face. “To be honest, I don’t mind it. It keeps him off of me, so,” you shrugged, “But this… I’m not trying to get rid of him just because I’m some spurned wife,” you explained, “He’s been getting darker… He promised to uphold Los Olvidados, but instead he’s been warring with them, killing their leaders, executing whole families, taking more and more of their territory.”

“Los Olvidados? The rebel group in Mexico?” Johnny asked.

You nodded. “He had an agreement with their leader a few years ago, but then she ‘disappeared’, and he’s been mowing them down and taking their forces ever since. They used to have the Mayans backing them up—”

“—but the MC’s onto bigger and more local things now,” he finished. He was familiar with the Mayans through his work. “And Miguel is taking advantage of that.”

“He needs to be stopped,” you said, and your heart was pounding in your chest. It had been years since you’d had the chance to speak so openly and be so honest. It was a dizzying, addictive feeling—or maybe that was just Johnny. “He needs to be stopped, and I need to be rid of him, so maybe we can work together…”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “yeah, okay… Let’s work together.”

And so you did. For the next few days, you and Johnny spent hours upon hours together. You fed him information, giving him copies of documents you’d stolen from Miguel’s office. It was intoxicating, sneaking around behind Miguel’s back, betraying him, being around Johnny… You felt the most alive you’d felt in years.

Johnny couldn’t remember ever feeling so free and yet so trapped on the job before. When it was just the two of you, heads ducked together as you discussed times and dates and places, he felt so at home. Just being in your space, hearing your voice, seeing that smile made him feel so calm and secure. He found himself staring at you as you went over documents, your eyes on the papers, focused and serious, doing nothing at all but making his heart jump in his chest. It was strangely easy, falling back into familiar patterns with one another, and even after all this time apart, Johnny felt like you knew him best, and he knew you just as well. Some days, he felt like you were his partner, working the case with him—which, technically, you were. Other days…

…he wanted to bend you over the table and fuck you until you couldn’t even say Miguel Galindo’s name ever again.

Johnny’s stomach turned when he had to watch you with Miguel, his hands balling into fists at his side when Miguel would kiss you goodbye or touch you. He didn’t deserve you, his touch was tainted—it made Johnny sick. You didn’t like it any more than Johnny did, you felt dirty and gross whenever Miguel touched you in Johnny’s presence, looking anywhere but at Johnny until Miguel was gone. You were afraid, if you looked at Johnny in front of Miguel, your husband would see in your eyes just how badly you wanted him.

And man—you wanted him bad.

It wasn’t until about four weeks under that you met Mikey.

“Ok, hold on,” you said, frowning, “Miguel’s Ken doll driver is FBI?”

“I… Should… Is that an insult or a compliment?” Mike asked.

Johnny chuckled. “Mikey’s got good news for us, right?”

“Tonight,” Mike said, the excitement clear in his voice, “I’m driving Miguel over the border.”

“Okay…?” You narrowed your eyes. “What does that mean?”

“It means that as soon as he makes the deal and crosses back to our side; he’s ours,” Johnny explained, “We’ll arrest him and then…”

“…He’ll be gone,” you said, hardly believing the words.

Johnny smiled, and you could feel the warmth coming off of him. “You’ll be free of him.”

That had been over four hours ago. You and Johnny were alone in the house, Miguel, Mike, and Nestor were on their way to commit crimes, and you were so, so close to being free of Miguel. No more lies, no more secrets, no more innocent blood on your hands, guilty by association. You and Johnny sat on the couch, watching some movie you weren’t paying any attention to. Your mind was running a mile a minute, followed closely by your heart.

And then the sound of gunfire started.

Johnny was on his feet in seconds, gun drawn. You stood up too, your hand immediately reaching out to grab him—it was the first time you’d touched him since that first handshake weeks ago. He looked down at you, his eyes seeing right through you. Behind him, there was an explosion of color, and you laughed.

“Fireworks,” you sighed out.

Johnny turned, looking out the window to see a collection of color and loud pops. He looked back at you, putting his gun away. The fireworks were popping off quicker and quicker, exploding behind him, and from where you stood, they framed his head like halos. Neither of you spoke as you stared at each other, your hearts beating in perfect harmony. Slowly, he moved towards you, and you moved too. He reached out for you, and as soon as his hands met your hips, you were pulling him to you, kissing the man you loved for the first time in six years.

Johnny’s mouth on yours was a touch of God’ grace, his kiss an answer to a prayer. He picked you up effortlessly, still kissing you, and carried you up the stairs to your bedroom. As he kissed you and touched you, Johnny could see lightness in the dark, could feel his soul lifting in ways he’d never thought it would before. Your kiss was forgiveness, it was joy, it was crossing a line—but he didn’t feel guilty. How could he, when you were pulling his shirt off and he was on top of you? You leaned over and kissed his bare chest, and Johnny felt like he could fly. He couldn’t stop kissing you, couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and you felt the exact same way. When you were bare beneath him, looking up at him with those eyes… He felt like this was where he was always supposed to end up—with you.

Johnny kissed his way down your body, his tongue rolling over your nipples reverently, his hands traveling up and down those curves that he loved, and had missed, so much. You were sighing sweetly at his attentions, and he wanted to drown in those sounds, in your touch—in you. When he made his way between your legs, you cried out, nearly jumping off the bed at the electric feeling of his tongue—and fingers—inside of you. Johnny kissed into you, mouthing “I love you” on your clit again and again until you came, tears falling down your cheeks as you did. You were shaking, emotional and overstimulated, and you whimpered when you felt Johnny’s kiss on your cheeks, licking away your tears.

“I’m with you, baby,” he whispered, his mouth on your neck now, “I’m here. I’m with you.”

You wrapped your arms around him, wanting him closer. He was here now, but who knew how long “now” would last. You wanted as much of him as you could get while you could get it. You kissed him, and you hoped he could feel how much you loved him. You wanted to say it, but you couldn’t, all you could do was moan at his touch, body shaking from the sheer power of his love.

You cried again when he pushed inside of you—Johnny was perfect in every way, filling you exactly how you needed to be filled, the stretch of him was enough to have your toes curling. He bit his lip, trying not to cum too fast. You had felt good to him, but now… God, you were fantastic. Johnny could feel you pulsating around him, your hot wetness making him want to fuck you until neither of you could speak—but he also wanted—needed—to make love to you first. You came quickly, calling out his name, and God—you sounded like an angel. He wanted so badly to cum too, but he had to wait. He needed to show you how he felt about you six years ago, and how he felt about you now.

He loved you.

And in the morning, when your husband was being taken away in cuffs, Johnny would tell you how he felt. Until then, he made love to you, taking you nice and slow, making sure it wasn’t too much, kissing and caressing you as you tumbled around in the sheets. You fell asleep in Johnny’s arms, both of you more content than you’d been in years.

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