A drabble: St. Clairs capture Damon and are going to kill him. Lara asks Théo to help her save his brother. What is he going to do?
It wasn’t right. The Rutherford boy was technically part of their family, he wasn’t involved in the shadier sides of their businesses. To take his life would be wrong. It just wasn’t justified. If they wanted to kill Amir, that would be one thing. He funded the British Organization. But Damon? He was all but innocent, strictly speaking in terms of the mobs.Théo stood in the hallway of the building complex, a single, yellowed bulb lighting the concrete walls. The door before him was an off white color, like every other door down the hall. Yet behind the door held the answer to Théo’s future. What would he do?He knocked, and the door was quickly answered by a fair-haired man in a suit. He nodded, recognizing his commandant. “Monsieur Chaussard.”“Good evening, Claude. I need the Rutherford.”The younger man frowned, not quite following his commandant’s reasoning. “But Mademoiselle Parra instructed that he absolutely not be moved-”“Mrs. Parra’s orders have changed,” Théo snapped, pushing his way into the room, “I’m telling you to give the man to me. I didn’t take you for one to question orders.”The young man before him went white and quickly set about untying Damon, who was barely conscious. His skin was bruised and bloodied, especially around his mouth, as if somewhat had spent excessive time beating him for enjoyment.Soon Théo was escorting Damon rather quickly down the hall, his arm gripping the other man’s bicep as if he was escorting a child.“Whas’ goin’on…” Damon slurred sleepily, obviously still under the effect of some of the drugs. Hopefully they’d wear off quickly. ‘Damon,” Théo said under his breath, “I need you to wake up as much as you can, as fast as you can. I’m getting you out of here.”The Rutherford seemed to perk up slightly. “Théo? Is that you?” The man said, a little too loudly for Théo’s liking. The two quickly made their way to the front of the building complex, where Théo’s car was waiting. He could still hear Lara’s voice in his head, begging him to save her brother.He’d known something was wrong when she’d texted him midday, asking to meet a half hour after that. She rarely rushed their meetings, preferring for them to have time to made sure it was kept private and secret. She’d stood in front of him, her eyes filled with tears, grasping his coat in desperation. “You have to save him, Théo, please! I can’t lose him!” He’d never seen her so passionate, so upset. He had promised her he’d do all he could. Seeing that type of pain in her eyes had been unbearable. As they flew through the front doors, Théo pulled up short, finding Fran and another French underling standing between him and his car.
By the way Francois looked at Théo, Théo was certain he knew. The phone that sat on the top of Théo car must have just been at Fran’s ear, and Théo was certain it’d been Claude who’d tipped off his superior. “Going somewhere, Théo?” Fran asked casually, crossing his arms. The man beside Francois was not anyone of particular rank, but he was larger than Théo and carried himself in a way that obviously exuded strength. “Damon has nothing to do with any of this, Fran,” Théo said, trying to reason with his friend, “He’s an innocent. We’re not the Rutherfords, we don’t kill for the sake of killing. We both know all this will do will incite retaliation. Innocents will die, and their blood will be on our hands.”Fran waved him away, as if swatting the thought from the air. “The last time I checked, Chaussard, you don’t run this family. You’re still required to follow orders, and you certainly aren’t at fucking liberty to make your own orders. Give him to me before things get ugly.”Théo put himself between the Frenchman and Damon, who was starting to come around. Fran nodded, and the enormous underling made for Théo with speed most wouldn’t have expected. With a very precise couple kicks, the man feel to the ground, unconscious. Théo pulled his keys from his pocket, shoved them into Damon’s hand, and pulled his fun out, pointing it at Fran’s chest.
“I’m sorry.” He shoved a stumbling Damon towards the car, and forced Fran backwards. Damon managed to get in the car, start it, and pull away, the drugs clearly, finally, having less effect on him. As soon as the car was out of sight, Théo pulled out his magazine, emptied the chamber, and tossed the gun at Fran’s feet. He got down on his knees, locked his fingers behind his head, and the last thing he remembered was Fran’s boot flying straight into his face. And then Théo knew no more.
