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Pretty Dangerous | John & Quin

  It wasn’t often that the fixer got himself worked up and nervous but never before had his anxieties included his brother, or at least not like this. The only time that cut close was that first evening of their reunion when Matteo revealed that he’d observed the psychobitch’s attack on him and simply did nothing. That cold empty quality to his voice as his brother told him love is a weakness. His anxieties from that night hadn’t disappeared (as he’d so foolishly hoped) no they’d increased threefold. Empty vacant stares as both of them had tried to engage his brother in conversation, polite or not. It wasn’t the lack of social etiquette that bothered him as Quin was hardly a picture of it himself but he knows all too well what Matteo is capable of.

 That scares him.

 So absorbed in thought that he’d forgotten about the dishes he was carrying and the location he was supposed to be taking them too. Just ended up leaving them precariously on the counter to leave him free to turn back on his heels, dark troubled eyes finding him quickly as if worried that with his back turned something might’ve happened. Was this what his life had come to? Officially taken up his role as the desperate worried housewife.

  “Hey –- my brother,” he’d hope that would be enough, even if it wasn’t by blood, but Quin was increasingly worried that wasn’t the case, “just be careful around him, alright?”

  He’s more dangerous than he looks.

  Only Quin’s thoughts had taken a different route now but no less troubling, the simple image of Matteo lurking in the shadows whilst John writhed in pain on the pavement. That he had the opportunity to help him, to be a decent man and he didn’t. The steely darkness that washed over his eyes that indicated something was ticking away beneath dark tousled curls. 

  Love is a weakness. Love is a weakness –- no.

  He closed the slight space between them, fingers looping into his waistband to pull him closer but instead of instigating Quin quite simply curved lanky arms around him. “And he was bein’ a lil bitch a dinner ain’t nothing you can do about that.”