You already know I’m coming for my man!
Daddy Rio, please and thank you, sissy.
Sentence: “I heard you were talking crazy to my wife?”
*whispers* “get ‘em.”
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~I Got This~
You were speeding through downtown when you used your car’s voice command to reach your husband, hoping he would pick up. Standing on the warehouse floor, Rio was distracted when he answered your call.
“Babe, where you at?”
Rio frowned at your abrupt greeting, immediately focusing all his attention on you. “What’s up?”
“Nothing…you busy?”
Walking to a quieter area, he said the words you wanted to hear, “Don’t matter. Talk to me.”
“Meet me at Nero’s for a minute?”
Ten minutes later you were parked in the lot of a strip mall with Rio sitting in your passenger seat. He squeezed your thigh, encouraging you to spill it all, listening carefully as you relayed what had happened as calmly as you could.
You had spent all morning at the dealership because of a warning light on your dash. The problem with that was your car wasn’t even a year old and they wanted to replace the same part for the third time. Then your mechanic called for the service department manager and it all went downhill from there. Despite your calm demeanor, this Lucas person was a scowling, snippy mess from the moment his name was called. He sat at the small desk across from you leaning forward just enough into your personal space for anyone with a brain to feel uncomfortable. Then while you attempted to explain that it was a three time repeat repair, he talked over you, regurgitating what the mechanic had already told you. With your frustration and your volume rising, you told him to look at your car’s history but he stood up and planted both of his hands on the desk - aggressively and loudly stating that the work needed to be done before walking away.
While you sat in the waiting area you decided that you were going to take it up with corporate instead of dealing with some man’s ego. Mentally you had moved on but once your car was ready, the service manager himself brought your final paperwork - and his attitude to have you sign off and receive your keys. Seeing that they were actually charging you for the part again, you couldn’t help but question the logic behind it. At that point, he didn’t even try to remain professional. He tossed a pen across the desk at you and snapped, “Just sign it already!” before he walked away. Leaving the poor, wide-eyed mechanic to hand you your keys and an quiet apology of sorts.
While listening to you, Rio’s face was on lock down. The only showing of anger was his flared nostrils and his stiff shoulders. For him, it wasn’t about the money at all. The thought of a man disrespecting you like that had his heart beating double time and his mind racing.
Finished with your story, you sighed, dropping your head back on the headrest. “The whole thing was stupid. He wanted me to act up, I could feel it - but it’ll be fine. I’ll call corporate later and get it straight. And I’m putting in a complaint on his ass.”
No you won’t. Rio’s jaw was locked tight when he said, “Naw, I got this, mama. Give me the papers.”
Hearing his flat tone, you immediately opened your eyes and sat up. “Chris, I can handle it. I’m just pissed off and I needed to see you…get my head right before I went home.” Giving him a soft smile, you cradled his cheek in your palm, stroking your thumb over his scruffy beard, “You know how I am. I promise I’m good.”
His steely expression slowly turned soft. “I know you can handle it, ma.” Taking your hand to give it a kiss, his mouth turned up lazily on one side. “But it’s about more than that. Imma take care of you, aight? Come on. Gimmie.”
Popping open the glove box, you handed him your workup and receipt. You watched him flip through the pages until he found two other names scrawled next to yours. “Tony Ramirez and Lucas Reilly.” Frowning, he asked, “Which one.”
Leaning over, you tapped your fingernail on the printout, making a yuck-face remembering, “Him.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
Rio stared at his name for a second.
Lucas motherfucking Reilly. The man who disrespected his wife, in public no less. If it had been just verbal maybe he’d consider staying out of it, but leaning into her? Chucking a pen at her? That was a man being physical toward his wife, a man trying to be threatening, no matter if she saw it that way or not.
“He fucked up.”
Catching his tone, you looked over at him. “Chris--?”
The worried look on your face made him lean over, cupping the back of your neck to smother your concern with the kind of kiss that reminded you of exactly who your man was and that he did not play about you.
With his lips still brushing against yours, he rumbled out a promise, “I got you…always. You know that.”
Holding his forearm, you pulled back to study his dark eyes before pressing a few soft kisses to his lips. “I know. I love you.”
“Love you too, ma…I gotta get back.”
“Okay.”
Getting out, he closed your door. Walking to his car, he flashed you a sultry smirk over his shoulder. Bursting into giggles, you backed out of the parking space giving him a wave. Rio was on his phone with “a friend” before you made it out of the lot.
This was not going to get a pass.
0.o.0.o.0
When Lucas Reilly walked inside his house, he hit the switch for the foyer light but nothing happened. Flipping the switch again, he huffed out a curse. Walking further into his home, he tossed his keys and phone on the coffee table. Fussing to himself in the dark on the way to the kitchen, he damn near swallowed his gum when he saw a slim man with a tattooed neck standing less than two feet in front of him. His eyes widened right before Rio gut punched him, folding him to the floor.
Coughing and sucking in air, Lucas struggled to his feet, feeling hands patting on him.
“Sorry, bro,” the thin man chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d go down like that.”
Lucas jerked away, standing up straight. Squared up, he was ready this time but the man called him by his name.
“Lucas, right?”
Lucas’ frown softened a little in his confusion but he still tried for bravado, “Who are you? Get the fuck outta of my house!”
“Nah.”
Taking a step backwards, poor instincts and panic made Lucas reach for his phone.
“Don’t do that.”
The confidence in the stranger’s command plus seeing the gold gun in his hand stopped him. Lucas swallowed hard at the man’s lazy smile and slow blinks.
“What do you want?”
“Depends.” Planting his feet, he rolled his shoulders back. Crossing his wrists just below his waist, the gun dangled heavy and powerful from his hand. “I mean, me? I just wanted to meet you, have a little talk. You good with that? That alright?”
The casual way he spoke made Lucas’ stomach turn sour in fear. With his heart racing, he nodded yes.
“Good, good.” The faint smile on the stranger’s face was cold. “So, you work over at Neilson’s BMW right? Mechanic?”
“I-I’m the service manager.”
Nodding his head Rio continued, taking a step closer. “Okay…service manager. So like, you’re over all the mechanics?”
“Right.” His voice came out on a breath and Rio smiled softly.
“So you manage the work and the customer service part of your department. Like…if anybody gets outta line, it’s you that straightens them out?”
Confused as to where this conversation was going, Lucas hesitated.
“Come on…be honest.” Rio crooned in his raspy voice, taking another two swaying steps forward. “Everything is going so good.”
Is it?
Having him closer, Lucas could see every detail of Rio’s expression. His lowered eyelids, the slight upturn in the corners of his lips, the drawing together of his eyebrows that didn’t quite shape a frown. Somehow his face was relaxed but wholly concentrated. And while his tone was almost friendly, his eyes were bottomless dark pools. For Lucas, when he tilted his chin up, exposing the tattooed wings of the bird on his neck - it was like watching a cobra rise and spread its hood. Mesmerizing, terrifying but he couldn’t look away. Every warning bell in his body was going off but he couldn’t move.
“Lucas?” Rio’s voice was softer, coaxing but in no way comforting. “You said customer service, too, right?”
“Uh, yeah.” Lucas swallowed, blinking, snapping out of it. “Yeah, that’s right.”
Rio chuckled just once, his expression changed to mock confusion, “Well, help me understand something. If you’re the one in charge of it, how is it that I heard you were talking crazy to my wife?”
“Me?” He sputtered. “W-What the hell is going on?! Man, I don’t know your wife!”
Rio’s eyes widened, “You don’t?”
“No! Look…if she got into it with one of my guys I can--”.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. My misunderstanding.” Rio wet his lips and nodded as if satisfied, putting his gun on the coffee table. “Cool. Guess I won’t be needing this after all.”
Lucas breathed a sigh of relief letting his guard down, right before he felt the painful shock of being jabbed in the throat. And the strikes kept coming, hard and fast - body shot after body shot. Years of practiced self-control in the ring helped Rio stay in the torso area despite his anger. After all, this wasn’t a fight, it was a punishment. Plus Rio needed him to be able to go back to work.
Lucas tried to swing back at first but Rio landed a kidney punch that dropped him to the ground with a high cry. And once he hit the floor, Rio circled him to kick him in the back of his thigh. The strangled sound he heard Lucas make almost made him smile but after two more perfectly placed kicks, Rio stopped. He watched Lucas writhe around on the ground, pathetic and whimpering, gasping for air. Where’d the tough guy go?
Rio rolled Lucas onto his back, dropping a knee in his chest and pressing his gun into his forehead.
“Funny thing…turns out you did meet my wife today.” Rio reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, holding it up with your picture on the screen. Recognition flashed in Lucas’ eyes and fear made him lose control of his bladder.
“Aw shit!” he wheezed, choking on a sob. “I’m sorry, man. I’m sorry! I was--”.
“You were what?!” Rio spat with his jaw tight. “You’re sorry for what?! Snappin’ on her? Throwin’ shit at her?” Rio thumped the end of his gun hard on his forehead twice, spacing out his next words carefully - each one wrapped in his menacing rasp. “Tell me somethin’…where were your infamous customer service skills when you were talking to her?”
Between the pain and Rio’s weight on his chest, Lucas could only suck in enough air to plead, “Please, man. Please!”
“Shhhhh! Relax.” Rio patted his cheek hard a couple times before he stood up to tower over the man, pleased by his continued struggle to breathe. Tucking his gun at his back, his face was void of expression. “You messed up, but it’s alright. Cuz you’re gonna fix it.”
Shielding his face and stomach with his arms, he rushed to answer. “Okay! I- I’ll call corporate and get your money back and everything,” he gasped out. “Just please don’t--”.
Rio flashed a beaming smile that didn’t erase the coldness in his eyes. “That’s a great idea, Lucas. When were you gonna do that?”
“Tomorrow,” he groaned. “Tomorrow! I swear!”
Rio dropped his chin and raised his eyebrows, inquiring as if the man had a choice. “You sure?”
“Yes! Tomorrow!”
“Good,” he said turning away. Turning back, he flashed another toothy smile. “Oh and thanks for taking care of it so fast, yeah? She’ll be real happy about that.”
Moving back over to him, Rio held out his hand to Lucas to help him up. Lucas stared at him unsure if it was safe to move. Rio waggled his fingers at him, keeping his arm extended, “Come on.”
As soon as Lucas’ fingers touched his, Rio delivered one more kick, this time to his balls. The way Lucas’ face contorted in a silent holler was a true reward for Rio. That’s for my girl. After watching him roll onto his side, moaning, clutching his crotch, Rio stepped back. “Call you tomorrow, Lucas.”
Without waiting for a response, he strolled out the kitchen door and walked down the block to his car. Sliding in on the passenger side, he gave Mick a quick pound.
“Where to?”
“Pick up. Central and Clayton.”
Mick gave a slight nod and pulled off.
0.o.0.o.0
8:46 pm
Seeing Rio’s name pop up on your phone, you sank back into the corner of the couch and drew your feet up, “Hey, baby.”
The warmth in your voice immediately relaxed him, loosening his grip on the steering wheel. “Hey mama.”
How many nights had he worked late this week? Just hearing his voice stirred up a need within you to be close to him, “Am I gonna see you tonight?”
“Yeah, on my way now. You hungry? Want me to pick up something?”
I love him your honor! “I could eat. Something small though.”
“Aight then, what do you want, darlin’?”
“Mmm…surprise me.”
Rio’s rumbling chuckle warmed your neck, “I got you.”
“You always do. Drive safe. I love you.”
“Love you.”
Before he could disconnect you had a thought. “Know what?”
“Hm?”
Hugging yourself, you made another request, “Skip the food…just come home, okay?”
The new huskiness in your voice said more to him than your words did. His notorious slow smile crept up on his lips during his pause in answering you. Wetting his lips and adjusting in his seat - his raspy voice dipped just a touch lower in pitch. “Oh, it’s l like that?”
Heat flushed your face and neck. His teasing always reduced you to a giggling high schooler, “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Boy, just come home!”
Rio’s belly laugh filled your ear and your heart. “Bet.”
-fin-
