#brendan lynch x y/n

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Brother’s Keeper

Part 4

Summary: One has reflect on the past before the present comes crashing in.

Note: none.

Branden, looked around the apartment that Sam supplied. It was decent. It was almost too flashy. He swallowed thinking of what Sam would ask for in return for all this and the help in breaking out. Damn he hated owning people.

At least the boys liked it. After being locked up, it certainly was an oasis. Right on the beach, the ocean wasn’t far off. It was too nice for his liking but he wasn’t about to make waves. Opening the sliding door, he walked out and inhaled the ocean air. It tasted damn good. By just glancing up and down the beach, he soon spotted a pair of bikini clad girls walking along the beach. Sharp whistles broke through the silence. He smirked, the boys had also seen the girls.

Rolling his eyes he went back into his room. They were damn well gorgeous but they were not you. He bit the inside of his cheek. He really shouldn’t be thinking of you like this. He’s known you since you were a kid. All these years you’ve been chasing guys away. They just love you and understandably so. You just had to find the right one. The last thing you needed was some old, ex con like himself who was on the run hankering for you.

He really should go and see you though. The morning after Sam’s party. But first he needed a damn shower. He needed to get the stench of the prison off him. Stripping out of his clothes, he knew he really needed to snap out of this silliness he felt over you. He would try and keep an eye on you the best he could.

Maybe, he’d find himself some chick to have some fun with at the party Sam was throwing.

Turning the knobs he put the water on at full. This would surely clear his head. He sighed, the water already felt better on the outside. He soaped up, and scrubbed away the nine years of his past. Standing there, the water just rained down on him. He just closed his eyes.

It was not long before his mind wandered and he shook it off as he envisioned you once again. Damn. Ever since that dream in the yard.

Sighing, he cut the water and stepped from the shower. Wrapping a towel around his hips, he opened his suitcase and began to get ready for the party.

*****

As you walked through the boutiques, it had taken you longer to find something. You kept on going back to how your letters from Branden were lessening. Maybe he had finally tired of your childish ways. The idea made you feel your heart fill with pain. Should you ask him why? You were not sure. You couldn’t ask your friends. What would you even tell them? That you had the hots for this guy who used to rob banks with your brother. That when you went to sleep at after a long shift at the bar, where you tired to your bones, you’d imagine what you could do to him if you got him alone. Or if it was a particularly bad day, he’d just hold you and protect you from all this shit. They wouldn’t understand.

Finally, you found the perfect dress. Twirling you felt pretty in it. Perhaps at the party, one of the girls could snap a picture or two in it, and you would smile. Maybe then the letters would start up again. He would surely like that.

As for the bikini that didn’t take that long, you found a polka-dotted one that you reminded you of all those old retro actresses in the black and white movies. You would take a picture of you in that too, the idea of sending that to Branden stole your breath. The bikini was very retro, it reminded you of the old black and white movies you would watch on your days off. In them the men were romantic and dashing not the lumbering jerks that you knew.

Once home you took a long hot bath you would be soft and sweet smelling. You brushed out your hair. You made yourself pretty for the pictures you wanted to send Branden, not for the job Sam gave you.

Before leaving the house, you took a shot of some whiskey and at the last minute you made sure to brush your teeth. You really hoped that tonight went alright. This was the first time he wanted you to help entertain anyone. Usually, you served drinks...food..cigars if desired. You mentally prepared.

*****

When you drove up, the party appeared to be already in fully swing. One of the other girls you usually saw giving men dances was there. She told you where you could stash the knapsack you brought that held your bikini. After doing that you decided you would go to Sam’s office to show off how good you looked. You wanted me to see how well you followed his instructions and well to see if there was anything special he wanted you to adhere to.

You stopped just outside his office when you heard him talking to someone.

“So are ya, gonna take the job...or did you get soft while you were away?” You heard Sam ask someone.

“If your gonna be hung for stealing a sheep you might as well fuck it as well...Baaaaa.” Replied a much gruffer and deeper voice. You heard them clinking bottles or glasses, you couldn’t tell.

Your stomach lurched. Not wanting to intrude, especially if someone talked like you backed up and turning decided to go deeper into Lenny’s house. Maybe you could talk with the other girls and find out what was going on.

“Hey..hey you.” A man with short blackish hair said to you, he pointed at you and stood up from leaning against the wall. trying to get your attention. “You look bloody familiar.”

You didn’t recognize him at all. You shrugged politely. “I don’t know you. I’m...I’m...” Backing up, you tucked some hair behind your ear. “I’m needed elsewhere.” And you walked away. You don’t know why nervousness finally grabbed you but it did.

*****

He relieved to see that the party was already kicking it by the time him and the boys showed up.

Searching out Sam, he found him sitting on a balcony talking to someone. “I’ve arrived.” You announced below the man.

The man and Sam looked down, warm smiles were exchanged. He returned the smile and spread out his arms in a welcoming, nonaggressive move. “Go on upstairs to my office, I’ll be right there.”

“Get us some beers.” He told the kid.

“Sterlo, wait for me here.” He sighed, before heading into Sam’s office. “I’ll want to talk with you about whatever he offers; that is if he has any fucking offers.”

“Good call. I’ll just wait here with my beer.” He then thanked the kid.

He walked into the office and he made a point of not sitting down. Though he did make sure to take in all that he saw. Noting anything outstanding, that could possibly be important.

“Brendan, welcome home!” Sam came up behind him and slapped him on the back.

“Wouldn’t be here without you.”

He shrugged and moved his head from side to side. “I needed my best and well he was fucking locked away.”

Brendan kept quiet and let him talk.

“So I have an offer that will be to your liking.”

He had to play it cool. Didn’t want to be too eager. “Are you sure?” His kept his interest cool. “I mean there’s probably a lot of heat from the break out.”

“Nah for this, this is job is easy. It is a cake walk for a man like you.”

Brendan shrugged. That last one with Michael was supposed to be easy. It got him locked up and got Michael dead.

He watched as Lenny, grabbed two glasses and poured some whiskey. Damn, he already knew he’d accept. Was he that eager. Maybe it was the job, the man had the confidence in.

“I can’t tell you what it is unless you agree. The pay is huge,” He met Branden’s eyes. “It is seven fucking figures.”

That caught his attention, he looked right back at him. “Alright, you snagged me. What is it?”

“Gold, from a local smelter. Six bars, pay off in the millions. So can you manage the heat from the cops after something like that?”

He gave a bitter chuckle. He’d be stupid not to, he gave Sam his answer. “If your gonna be hung for stealing a sheep you might as well fuck it as well...Baaaaa.” Replied Brendan then he clinked his glass of whiskey with Sam. He’d go all the way for that kind of money.

“Good. We can talk details in a few days.” Sam finished his whiskey. “Go and have fun. Get laid, I’m sure you missed that.”

Brendan, shrugged nodding, smirking he had. He’d be lying if he hadn’t. “I did.”

“I brought in some good brand new girls just for you and your guys. So go have fun and we will talk soon.”

“How generous.” Sam came back around and slapped him on the back again. “You’re my best. So I treat you as such. Now go! Come back here in three days and we’ll talk about the job.”

“Alright.” He walked out to Sterlo. Maybe he’d have a touch of fun.

Sterlo, looked unusually anxious.

The door opened behind him, Sam walked out and looked at him and then Sterlo. “Brendan, tell your men about the girls. And don’t forget, Friday. Come here, not the bar.”

“I will.” He went over to the table where Sterlo now stood, grabbed the untouched beer that he assumed was his, he twisted off the came and inhaled it. The prospect of what that job held and the whiskey churned in his stomach and did little to calm his racing heart.

“Brendan,” Sterlo finally spoke when Sam disappeared into the crowd. He watched as Sterlo looked around before leaning in close.

“Yeah?” Brendan, grabbed a second beer as a girl just happened to swish by. He winked at her. “Thank you baby.” She returned with a smile and continued to swish on by. Sterlo, still looked on edge. Twisting the cap off, he took a hearty gulp. “Sterlo, what’s the matter.”

He sighed. “Is there any chance that Y/N could be here?”

He almost dropped his beer bottle. “What? Fuck, no! Why?”

He gestured to Sam’s office. “When you were in there, this really pretty girl walked up and waited. She turned went into another part of the house, but I saw her face.”

“And you thought it was her.”

He nodded. “Yeah, you know me and faces.”

“Alright.” His jaw clenched. He excused himself and went to look, even if he was wrong. Damn he hoped for once that Sterlo was wrong.

Moving through the people, his heart beat so hard it hurt. Especially, with what Sam had said. Did that mean you had...he didn’t let himself finish his thought.

As came downstairs, he spotted Sam speaking, with a short girl in a dress. He tried to advert his eyes, not wanting to grab Sam’s attention or tip him off that he was looking for someone but it was too late.

“Branden, come here.” He beckoned to him with his hand. “This is one of those special girls I was talking to you about. I give her to you.” Brendan, felt himself fill with dread. He didn’t want some girl be given to him.

Sam smiled down at the girl. “Turn and say hi to my best man!”

Brendan, gritted his teeth. The girl turned gracefully, he felt as if someone slammed right into his heart. He tried to play it cool. He didn’t bite his tongue fast enough though. “Look at you, all fucking grown up.”

“And you got old.” Hearing your voice hurt.

Sam looked at the two of you, confused. “You two know each other.”

He spoke first. “I used to work with her bloody cousin when I was a kid.” He could see you want to say something but you remained quiet.

“Ahh, well then this is great.” Sam came around to the two of you and put an arm around the both of you. He couldn’t looked at him. “Then you ready know how special she is! Fantastic!” Sam chuckled. “You can have her till Friday unless you get bored.” He chuckled bobbing his head from side to side. “But you won’t, she’s something special. Bring her back when you come on Friday!” He gently pushed the two of you. Now, go you two! Enjoy the night.”

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