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  ‘ Y’KNOW that’s actually a goddamn great idea. ‘ Maybe Roman should practice more of Hugh’s habits. He’d be up to date on a lot of shit he could avoid - especially car jams, which the kingpin always ran into. Quite honestly, Rourke is just thankful Hugh got out scott-free. 

‘ You’re a hero, Hubie. Maybe I should just get ahold of you when I got some shit needs sorting. ‘

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   “You know me, brother.” He raises his stolen drink in silent cheer at his own escape, though of course he knows his penalty for the noise is to lay low for a while. “I’m always up for the job.”

And up for the money. Especially if he wanted to keep the roof over his head. . . despite how cold his “home” had been recently.

    Actually, on second thought. . . “You got anything quiet? Just enough to make rent?”

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  HE’S up in mere seconds; the sound of his door slamming straight into his wall jerks him upright, muscles rigid with sudden anger. Through cracked eyelids does he make the shape of his brother, Hugh. His expression is enough to warrant fear. Hard fingers press into his sockets before Rourke shoves himself up, his aching legs nearly giving out. 

     “ The fuck are you going on about, asshole? Fuckin’ sleeping and.. “ 

   The sound of his voice cracks, the abrupt motion catching his attention. He draws himself in to the phone’s screen, then quickly draws himself back out, fear obvious. Quietly at first and it begins as a low growl, Roman practically forces a roar from his chest and bursts at the other male. He’s terrified and stuck in the unfortunate space of the unknown. What the hell was Lily thinking? How the FUCK could this happen? 

     “ Hugh, you need to tell me WHERE the FUCK she is – WHY the FUCK she’s           there – NOW. “ 

   And instantly, the kingpin is set in motion.

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While the other begins to comprehend the situation, Hugh paces the width that the walls allow. Caged, his head is spinning--trying desperately to figure out where they could’ve taken her. His hands ache for a weapon, for a  k i l l , for some kind of action that could begin to right this mess he’s thrown them all into.

Because he knows it’s his fault. He recognizes that laugh. They sent the footage to him for a reason.

   It’s a trap. But he would jump into it headfirst if it meant saving Lily.

Blue eyes snap to meet the other’s when he rounds on him. The boy squares up, forces his jaw to stay firm, and gets ready to take whatever repercussion Roman’s about to throw at him.

     “It’s my fault,” he speaks, unflinching, even as the confession d r i p s  from       his mouth. “I don’t know where she’s at. But I know how these assholes       work. Their job is me, not her.”

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