#c; jamie ( the neglected son )

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Jamie clenched his teeth together and huffed in annoyance. There was plenty of reason to stand- the charlie horse for one fucking reason… he rolled his eyes at the insult to the name, but held off on smirking. God what he wouldn’t give to see his sisters face when this guy said that about her name. There seemed to be a thousand more questions that all raced to the surface of his mind when the man alluded to his own uncomfortable secrets. Jamie wanted to pry; he wanted to dig into the guys psyche like a doctor digging out bullet fragments on the war front, but nonetheless he did as he was instructed. He shut up and stayed seated.

He wanted to know what this guy was really doing and why he of all people in the family had been the one selected to be apprehended by this guy. And why wasn’t this douche canoe the final boss— who was? Jamie stretched his legs in silence and kept his eyes on his knees; anxiously bouncing them as he waited to be traded off to some other dead eyed miscreant. The dullness of the room made Jamie want to antagonize though; surely this guy had something— anything that made him tick.

Wandering eyes drifted from the ceiling and the walls back to the man at the table and Jamie found himself staring; hellbent on sucking the information he was curious for out telepathically. Dark brows creased in the middle, sharp in contrast to the blue that locked on the silent brooder manning his table like some obedient soldier. “What happens if you have the wrong guy?��� Jamie broke, irritated by the stillness. “I might not even be the guy your boss-man wants, you don’t even know my name you’re just… sitting there all.. broody and moody and stressed about your wife, not that you really look like the type to want a wife, but I digress.” he trailed off and with one hand rubbed at the tender red skin on one wrist.

Michael pinched the bridge of his nose briefly, the very sound of Jamie's voice quickly becoming a source of annoyance for him. He let go, a deep exhale following. "No. There is no reason for you to stand. And don't fucking call me Beth. That's a dumb name," he said sternly. Tucking the gun at the backside of him, he pulled a small pocket knife from his pocket. He learned forward to begin cutting the ropes, careful not to accidentally nip Jamie with the knife - though, why should he care? Guy was a complete ass. If anything, he was just trying not to get blood on his new loafers.

Finally, he finished cutting the ropes and tossed them to the side. He then grabbed the gun again and stepped back to sit down. "There. Now just keep quiet and all will be fine. With any luck, they'll be calling me soon and we can part ways. I gotta get back to my wife before she thinks...." He paused, his tone a low whisper at this point. He knew exactly what Amanda thought when he was gone for long periods of time and he didn't need her bitching at him about Trevor again when it hardly had anything to do with him this time. "Never mind, just shut up."

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He inhaled a loud gasping breath when the gun was locked and loaded on the man holding him. Jamie’s eyes went wide and his jaw remained dropped- ready to catch any flies that buzzed in. He’d watched men working in the camp his dad was hired on kill animals… but never other guys; except one and the man had threatened him to secrecy. A hard pinch to his neck bought tears to Jamie’s eyes though and he couldn’t hold in the loud “ow!” That whined out of him and without warning the guy dropped him; angling him forwards so he’d land hard on his hands and knees.

“Don’t hurt me-.” Jamie was more upset at how the man pinched him hard enough to not only leave a mark, but make tears fall so he rolled over onto his back and pulled his knees into his chest and then kicked Richard with his heels right in the shins. His father was a strict guy with rules about manner and behaviors and language… but he wasn’t there right now. Jamie pulled his knees in and then launched his legs out to kick the guy again; but the man was fast and caught him by one ankle, half yanking him up off the floor by the leg; leaving Jamie at an awkward slant with his arms and half his mop of hair flat against the floor. “Let go of me… motherfucker!” The swear sounded forced and all wrong coming out of his mouth, but he was determined and had the tenacity to pull it off anyway. “My dad works here and he can kick your ass!” Jamie claimed, reaching for the man with the gun’s leg; as if he could take both grown men on at once.

Trevor started to laugh, initially thinking that the bite came from a small dinosaur as he originally suspected. It wasn't until his guy yanked the kid out from under the bed. In an instant, he stood up and practically lunged forward, his humor turning into a deep scowl.

"Hey, fuckin' easy! Put the damn kid down, Richard," he demanded through a hiss, memories of his own father scooping him up in that exact same way hitting him like a brick. "He bit you because you stuck your hands under the bed. It's your own damn fault, idiot." Never mind the fact that Trevor had been the one to tell him to check to begin with - trap an animal in the corner, it's going to bite.

At first, Richard didn't budge. He kept Jamie held up into the air, fury in his venomous gaze. Trevor's jaw tensed, he hated not being listened to instantly. Pulling his gun from the holster, he put it to Richard's head. "You too fuckin' stupid to hear me or something? I said put the fuckin' kid down. Now. Unless you want me to splatter those dumb brains of yours all over this tent."

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Tommy’s gesture to hold him back was noted; surprisingly it was followed just the same. His features twitched in anger; he’d spent so many years following the lead of his father’s watchdog that it didn’t seem right to leave without finishing the fight- without severely incapacitating one of them. His tongue slid out against the blood on his lips and his face twisted in semi-disgust at the wet, irony taste that still flooded his mouth.

Tommy’s calm logical approach was a stark contrast to Jamie’s shoot and ask questions after approach. Yet somehow Tommy’s words held more weight than the snickers drifting over his shoulders. In a split second Jamie’s expression shifted from pure anger to defeated shame; like he was back to being that kid still letting down a guy who never even wanted to be his father. For the sake of giving Tommy break from opening up a file on him, Jamie relented.

He spit the warm blood onto the sidewalk and used the back of his arm to clean it from his face once they were out of the bar. “You’d really arrest me for hurting them? Even if it was justified even if it fell under…verbal… battery and self defense?” his mind was still too high on adrenaline to think of any good lawyer loophole. “They weren’t worth it to you, but, they were worth it to me.” He huffed and cleared his throat. “Do you ever feel like you’re living through something that’s not real but you can’t wake up from it?” Jamie asked Tommy, purposely keeping it vague to gauge his reaction.

Tommy knew most of the men in this bar - some just as regular patrons and others from their criminal record ending up on his desk. He may have even arrested one or two of them at one point. The one's Jamie had been fighting with weren't good news. Once Tommy's grip fell from Jamie's collar, he slid over to stand between him and the group; at least to put some distance between them all.

With his attention only on Jamie, he put his hands up in a gesture to hold him off. "Yeah, okay...maybe you don't need my help, but I don't wanna end up having to take you out of here in cuffs, man. So, maybe calm down?" It was the best excuse he could come up with without making Jamie feel like he couldn't take these guys. "Let's just go somewhere else, alright? There's hundreds of different bars in this city, we don't need to hang around this dump." He could hear the group of men behind him snickering which brought tension to Tommy's shoulders for fear Jamie might pounce again. "They aren't worth it, you know that."

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Every once in a while the fleeting thought of "I could take you." would pass through Jamie's thoughts when he was forced to interact with Mikey, but at the same time his bone dry demeanor was invigorating. Until he brought Trevor into it... and compared him to that maniacal poacher. Jamie had his own history with Delacourt- one he refused to reveal unless desperate times called for it. Which they hadn't yet.

Blue eyes narrowed and he tilted his chin up just a bit as he swallowed. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you." Jamie ignored his dateless remark and kept his tone serious along with his expression. "Did you willingly shove a stick up your ass or did you just fall on the entire tree?" His features remained hardened and for the first time Jamie didn't feel like playfully antagonizing the man. "I'd rather have my dick chewed off by Moonshine than help that motherfucker..." there was a bite to his words- something that went deeper than just hating the guy, but again, Jamie wasn't willing to open up about him. "You're no prize yourself, princess..." Jamie squinted then shook his head and went back to tinkering with a walkie talkie.

@lymbycsystem said "Sorry I called you a fucking idiot, I was trying to flirt." (from jamie)

"I don't imagine you get many dates then." Mikey's comment came out as dry of humor as he'd meant it. He didn't like the guy to begin with. Then again, he hardly ever took a liking to any of Trevor's little pets - besides Moonshine, of course. "Where'd Trevor pick a guy like you up from anyway? You look like the type that would make runs for Delacourt's camp." In its own way, it was an insult; though he didn't elaborate much further. He didn't need to. Everyone in Trevor's camp knew how much he detested Delacourt.