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Rory: Reputation Is Everything
[The reeve of an engine simultaneously thrilled and unnerved while I waited for the light to change. Glancing over my shoulder, the sight of the familiar pink lettering brought an arrogant grin to cherry-red painted lips. #Margo and I were supposed to meet up later to take care of a dealer turned junkie, who had yet to pay due, so I was a little surprised to see her, but pleased nonetheless.] What are you doing here? [I called out over the deafening sound of our machines. She told me she saw me ride by and thought we could head over to Lendon House, the meek two-building apartment complex where Will lived. I gave my agreement, silently satisfied that we’d be able to get it over with sooner rather than later. We had let Will slide on the technicality that him and #Margo used to screw, but we were tired of the excuses; his time was up. Nervousness used to plague me at the idea of what might happen when someone didn’t pay up, but that seemed like a lifetime ago. My skin had thickened, my mind had strengthened, and I learned that every choice had a consequence, one people were usually aware of before getting themselves into the situation. Rolling to a stop, I looked over at #Margo and flashed my best sarcastic smile.] You sure about this? [I’d given her shit for her short stint with him ever since it began, but she took it like a champ, and no matter how she felt, I knew she was ready. Just like me, just like the rest of the Diablas, #Margo put the MC first. Walking the quick trek to Will’s apartment, #Margo looked over and rolled her eyes before knocking. This type of visit was standard, yet, tedious, so I understood the gesture. The door cracked open, but instantly started to shut, however, I was ready for it and stuck the toe of my boot between door and frame. Slapping an opened palm to the wooden panel, I pushed against Will’s weight. He was too stunned by the action to put up much a fight and stumbled backward as the door flung open. Slipping in ahead of #Margo, I heard the door slam behind me.] We’ve been trying to get ahold of you. It’s been over a month, Will. You owe me *a lot* of money. [His expression contorted into something apologetic. It was a game I’d seen before. By supplying we make it a rule not to deal with any of the dealers clients directly. Cokeheads are fickle and impulsive and will get your ass into trouble in the fastest way, but every now and then a dealer gets hooked on his own product, which is why I prefer to only do business with vets. Will was one of few exceptions. “I’m sorry, Rory. I’m getting it together. Two weeks. I’ll have it then. Promise.”] You said the same thing five weeks ago. [He swallowed thickly, dragging shaky fingers through his hair. He was wrecked and desperate. #Margo moved in, causing his frantic gaze to search her face. Before either of us knew what she was doing, she’d snatched up his hand and extracted the blade she kept at her side. Perking a brow, I watched in amusement while she proclaimed that we’d be taking collateral and started cutting into the fleshy tendon of his fat middle finger. Had she been a little swifter she may have taken it without a fight, but instead he used his Herculean build to tackle her into the coffee table. #Margo was tough and used to handling men double her size, but she was tiny. Breathing out exasperatedly, a hand wrapped around my back to pull the pistol secured within my waistband as I demanded that he get off of her. Clicking off the safety, I still hadn’t gotten his attention and annoyance consumed me, laced with a tinge of fear that I might lose #Margo, so I moved around the side of the shattered table to find a shot that wouldn’t hit her too, aimed and pulled the trigger. The sound didn’t effect me, but other people would have heard and we needed to get out of there. Las Diablas hadn’t been in trouble lately, but #Unser was fishing. #Margo rolled Will’s off her with a groan and held a hand out for me to help her up, grumbling about “fucking junkies”.] That didn’t go quite like I expected. [She laughed, moving towards the door and cracking it open to peek out. The people in the building were probably used to disturbances from his apartment and if they thought anything of the gunshot, no one made a move to come outside, so we slipped out, seemingly undetected. Eventually someone would find him, and Las Diablas would cut our loses, but with the peace of mind that we hadn’t let ourselves get fucked over. If we let that happen we would have been drowning ourselves. The last thing we needed was to look weak in the eye of the competition, and in a town like Charming, word of mouth spread fast.]
Rory: History Repeats Itself
[Waking to the sound of dishes clanging, brown eyes squinted against the light of the afternoon sun and I glanced around the all-too-familiar room in search of a clock. In three hours time I was due at St. Thomas, but the bile rising up the column of my throat and aching limbs told me making it on time probably wasn't an option. When I left the bar last night my head was clouded with that high I get after a night of partying with the girls, the one that removed whatever inhibitions I had left and led me straight to #Michael's. It was routine. The only time I called was when I'd been drinking unless he called me first, so when he picked up the phone his tenor held a trace of arrogance as he demanded, "Come over." Any other time it wouldn't have worked, but I was feeling good and wanted to feel better. I rode the short distance to his place and let myself in upon arrival, not worrying what I might find. #Fitz and I respected each other that way. We may not have been together, and on my end, there may not have been intentions on ever revisiting that type of commitment with him, but I didn't want to see him with anybody else, and vice versa. Fucked up, I know. The moment I saw him seated on the couch, I plopped my ass down onto his lap and grinned lazily. His eyes held that knowing glint, and all he said was, "Hello." before moving in to take claim of my lips. Immediately, my body responded, heat rising to the surface and my core tightening with unfiltered want. Things with #Michael in that sense were easy. We'd studied each other's bodies for years before we came to a disastrous end. Maybe that's what kept me coming back. Good sex without the promise of commitment ensured the time I needed to put into Las Diablas, time I wasn't willing to negotiate. Never breaking our kiss able hands coiled around the backs of succulent thighs, shifting my lithe frame to straddle his hips. He was hard and thick against the apex of my thighs, producing a moan that reverberated off his mouth and into mine. "Slow down," he spoke against into our heated exchange, but my hold on the hair at the nape of his neck only tightened as my head shook in refusal. Raw and primal was what I needed. Dainty hands found the hem of his shirt and I pulled away, plush lips swollen and sore, to lift it off his form, hastened to get both him and I naked. When he fucked me it was intense and possessive, exactly what I was after, and once I was spent he offered me his bed. I didn't remember saying yes, but I must have since the room I awoke in was his. Feeling vulnerable, lean legs swung off the mattress and I stood as quietly as possible, hoping to find my clothes before I'd have to face him. Remembering them coming off in the living room, a hushed curse parted me. Never before had I been more grateful to have St. Thomas as an excuse. My goodbye was rushed as I pulled on my jeans and tee, and #Fitz wasn't fooled, but for now I could head home and put the night before behind me. I'd gotten over the guilt and shame of our association long ago, and found no use in reverting to old ways now.]
