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Sighing into the phone, Gavin ran a hand through his hair. “Look, Ray, I understand that the crew needs me, but I don’t know if I can trust Geoff. Last time I did that, I almost ended up dead. Like, the worst it was. Why Michael and I left, honestly. I need my Ray, though.”

“Gavin, I’ve been in the business less time than you, but I’m not with a crew, so I’m not blindsided. I’ve been working under the table for a while, so trust me when I say I know my shit.” He switched the phone to the other ear. “And I know Geoff can do this. This isn’t blind optimism. You want more proof? He’s got Brownman behind him, Gavin.”

"Look, just cause he has the best bloody sniper doesn't mean I want to join, Ray. I still don't trust Geoff. He has gone bloody mental! Jack got hurt and he just spiraled again. He's not in his right mind." Gavin just shook his head, unhappy with what Ray was suggesting. "As much as I want to be with you, I don't want to be near Geoff until he's fine."

Geoff had finished shaving and walked back into the room, looking Ray over. He was still on the phone and he signed. "Bet Gav doesn't wanna come back to me."

Gavin wasn’t ready to go back to Geoff. He needed proof that he could hold together a crew and keep them all safe. He’d told Michael that thousands of times and now he wants him to talk to Ray. He reluctantly agreed and took the phone. “Hey, Ray.”

“Hey,” the teen said, grinning as he lounged on Geoff’s chair. “I guess you probably know why I’m calling. I love you a lot, Gav, and I don’t want you to be on the losing end of this turf war. The Fake AH Crew needs their Brit and frankly, I need my Gavvy.”

Sighing into the phone, Gavin ran a hand through his hair. "Look, Ray, I understand that the crew needs me, but I don't know if I can trust Geoff. Last time I did that, I almost ended up dead. Like, the worst it was. Why Michael and I left, honestly. I need my Ray, though."

“Still shocked you found me, baby,” Geoff said, getting up and sighing. “It’ll be gone by the time you’re off the phone with him. Let me know.”

Walking to the bathroom, Geoff prepared his beard to be shaved. Collecting his things, he began to shave it off.

“I told you, I’m Brownman. People call me in when shit hits the fan. That means I’ve got contacts you don’t.” Answering the phone, he smirked and flopped back onto Geoff’s chair. “Hey, Michael. Guess who I’m with.”

“Yeah. Hey, is Gav in? He’s the only one I don’t have a hold of. Put him on the phone. He can’t resist me.”

Gavin wasn't ready to go back to Geoff. He needed proof that he could hold together a crew and keep them all safe. He'd told Michael that thousands of times and now he wants him to talk to Ray. He reluctantly agreed and took the phone. "Hey, Ray."

“That’s a good thing because I want that sniper for a little while,” he smiled and kissed Ray’s neck with a smirk. “Yea, I’ll get rid of it. Just for you.”

Reaching for the phone, Geoff handed it to him. “Here you go. Nice ass, by the way.”

“Good.” He shuddered, giving Geoff’s forehead a quick peck before he climbed off his lap. “You do that. I’ll get the scoop from Michael, find out if Gavin’s in. I’m sure he is.”

“And you can feel my ass some more when you’re done.”

"Still shocked you found me, baby," Geoff said, getting up and sighing. "It'll be gone by the time you're off the phone with him. Let me know."

Walking to the bathroom, Geoff prepared his beard to be shaved. Collecting his things, he began to shave it off.

“Yea, so much better. Good to know you have my back, Ray,” he smiled slightly and watched him walk closer.

When he straddled him, Geoff rested his hands on his hips and looked up at him. “Yea, I say we can do it. There’s a certain sniper that I’d love to have on my side too. And on my lap some more because I’ve missed this asshole.”

“Well, that sniper could spare some time before his next contract,” he cooed, wrapping his arms around Geoff’s neck and nuzzling him. “On one condition. Ditch the fucking beard because I hate it.”

Head turning as his phone rang, he recognized the ringtone. “Grab that from my back pocket, will you? A firecracker’s calling.”

"That's a good thing because I want that sniper for a little while," he smiled and kissed Ray's neck with a smirk. "Yea, I'll get rid of it. Just for you."

Reaching for the phone, Geoff handed it to him. "Here you go. Nice ass, by the way."

“That’s shocking because that was the two of them, honestly. It was always them that I heard about,” he shrugged. “I can call Jack. He still talks to me often.”

Geoff rolled his eyes and leaned forward. “That honestly doesn’t shock me that you’re Brownman. Never missed a shock when you worked for me. Bet people miss me, baby. I guess I can take back this city at some point.”

“Good to know.” Ray pushed himself off the wall, walking closer. “See, isn’t that better? You guys taught me everything I know. What kind of a guy would I be if I didn’t pull you out of this rut?”

Ray pushed Geoff’s shoulders back, clmbing up and straddling his lap. “So what do you say? Is the famous crime boss Ramsey going to get the Fake AH Crew back together? I heard a certain underground sniper with a lot of interesting contacts is interested in seeing that happen.”

"Yea, so much better. Good to know you have my back, Ray," he smiled slightly and watched him walk closer.

When he straddled him, Geoff rested his hands on his hips and looked up at him. "Yea, I say we can do it. There's a certain sniper that I'd love to have on my side too. And on my lap some more because I've missed this asshole."

“I’ve just been trying to fix myself,” he sighed, slouching more in his chair. “Look, if you can get all the guys, I’m in. I’m shocked Gavin isn’t in with Michael.”

Shrugging, he kept watching him. “Yea, I’d think about it if he were behind me. Do you know him? Why the hell do you care so much about me taking back the city?”

“Haven’t heard back from Michael about Gavin. It was the two of us that talked.” Ray looked him over, smirking. “I’ll get ahold of Jack, I guess. Shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Geoff, you’re an idiot. I’m interested because I want you to take back what’s yours.” His smirk grew more smug. “I’m also interested because I’m Brownman.”

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"That's shocking because that was the two of them, honestly. It was always them that I heard about," he shrugged. "I can call Jack. He still talks to me often."

Geoff rolled his eyes and leaned forward. "That honestly doesn't shock me that you're Brownman. Never missed a shock when you worked for me. Bet people miss me, baby. I guess I can take back this city at some point."

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“I’m pretty sure I have hit rock bottom, Ray. I think this is the lowest I’ve ever been.” Slouching in his chair, he finally looked up at him. “You’ve really been in contact with Ryan?”

Pausing as he thought, Geoff shrugged. “He’s pretty fucking good at what he does, honestly. Why do you care so much?”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Ray rolled his eyes and leaned on the wall. “I’ve totally been in contact with Ry. I promised him I’d keep in touch when I left.”

“He never misses, Geoff. Ever. What if you had him behind you? Would you think about taking on the city again? I guarantee Ryan and Michael will want to help.”

"I've just been trying to fix myself," he sighed, slouching more in his chair. "Look, if you can get all the guys, I'm in. I'm shocked Gavin isn't in with Michael."

Shrugging, he kept watching him. "Yea, I'd think about it if he were behind me. Do you know him? Why the hell do you care so much about me taking back the city?"

Geoff froze and looked up at Ray, tilting his head. “Look, I don’t think I can take back the city, Ray. Someone else is in control and it’s not me. I’m fine with that shit. My years been fine. I’ve been focused on getting clean. Isn’t that enough?”

He wasn’t about to get back into the business. It was what got him here in the first place. “Course I’ve fucking heard of Brownman.”

“Well, you’re sure as hell not going to do it alone. I’ve already been in contact with Ryan, and he’s game.” Ray frowned. “Are you giving up? You, Geoff Ramsey? That’s rock botom if you’re giving up.”

“What have you heard about him, Geoff?”

"I'm pretty sure I have hit rock bottom, Ray. I think this is the lowest I've ever been." Slouching in his chair, he finally looked up at him. "You've really been in contact with Ryan?"

Pausing as he thought, Geoff shrugged. "He's pretty fucking good at what he does, honestly. Why do you care so much?"

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“Yea, I know I’m fucking pathetic. I’m better than I was a year ago. I was just hit hard. I figured it’d be better for me if I wasn’t in the business anymore,” he muttered, not looking up at Ray. “Look, I know I’m a disappointment to you. Why don’t you just leave and let me die because I don’t think I’m recovering from this relapse. I can’t even remember what cause me to relapse, Ray. How the hell am I supposed to recover?”

Ray sighed. It was hard to get Geoff out of selfpity and guilt. He’d just have to do what might work. Setting down his bag, gingerly since it held his sniper rifle, he walked over to Geoff. Licking his lips, he slapped the older man.

“Stop being so fucking pathetic, Geoffrey.” He stared old at him. “You’ve got a city to take back. I know you still have some contacts. Ever heard of Brownman?”

Geoff froze and looked up at Ray, tilting his head. "Look, I don't think I can take back the city, Ray. Someone else is in control and it's not me. I'm fine with that shit. My years been fine. I've been focused on getting clean. Isn't that enough?"

He wasn't about to get back into the business. It was what got him here in the first place. "Course I've fucking heard of Brownman."