#rabidlamb

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𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: “𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞” (𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲) 

he freezes. he doesn’t know what to do. brows pull together, & there’s a stark confusion that illuminates crystalline eyes. his teeth clench, his fingers twitch. tap, tap, tapping against cargo pants as he looks straight at her. stuck, with bow lips in a natural line. it’s always linear, with him. he wants to fuck her, but with the sexual desire comes the simultaneous urge to harm her. he wants to hurt every woman he comes in to contact with, on some innate level. wants to feel their blood coating his fingers. wants to twists hands into manmade holes & feel the stark reality of beautifully textured insides. to look into eyes that plead ‘why’, before they roll back --- to grant him the ultimate power over their existence. the regret, for treating him so treacherously. if only they had loved him. if only they hadn’t laid eyes on him, at all... “you don’t know what you’re asking.” nostrils flare, as tensions rise. bile stinging at the inside of his chest, whilst his body begins to shake. but no, lawrence. you’re the one who doesn’t know. doesn’t know that this woman is stronger than you, & immune to your sick forms of sexual gratification.  “i want you.” he utters. a blink & his eyes are upon the tips of worn combat boots. lips slightly parted, with eyebrows furrowed.

@rabidlamb​

[nombreux]

truthfully, lalo was not planning on having a night of violence. he came to the club to be able to let loose, he was actually planning on having  game of poker and a few beers-------------------after he admired the beautiful dancers of course. they were like works of art in his eyes. despite the fact that lalo had a complete & total disregard for most things in life, he respected women in their profession. but when it came to protecting what was his & his own family’s integrity, there wasn’t much that would stop the man. ‘ malditos bastardos, estaba buscando tener una noche agradable y relajante. ’  he goes on, telling the men that he had been looking to have a nice and relaxnight night before they came along and threatened him. ‘ hasta que llegaste y me amenazaste delante de todas estas hermosas mujeres. ’ and just like that, before they could speak, he pulls out his gun and shoots them all dead. no silencer. not torturing them. lalo was just pissed to have his peace disturbed. 

he realizes what he had done, probably scared the shit out of the girls & more than likely he was expecting to be chewed out by @rabidlamb​ who was not far behind them when the altercation started to take place.  he got some of the street rats to clean up his mess and comfort the girls while he walked up to dolores, and crouched down to her level.   ❝  my legs are still fucking shaking.  ❞ she said to him. 

there was a deep furrow in his brow as he looked up at her, placing his hand on her knee. ‘ you’re getting soft. ’ te estás ablandando. ’ he teases her with a small smile. ‘ i couldn’t stand for that kind of disrespect on me & my family dolores---------------------you feel about family the way i do about it------------------la familia es todo & i will do whatever i have to, to protect it. ’

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𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: " 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. " (𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫)

"would you?" eyebrows shoot upward, with a look of disbelief on her face. arms crossing. "listen ric, i don't care if you're gone or whatever." she does, but that's besides the point. "but don't say shit you don't mean, okay?" she tilts her head, as something akin to sympathy replaces the exasperation. "i know richard keeps you busy with - well, whatever the hell he has you do." she rolls her eyes with a shrug, as she saunters closer. arms coming to pull round his neck. "& while i am always lonely, without you - it’s a good kind of lonely. but - still lonely."

@rabidlamb​ 

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                                              happy father’s day @rabidlamb​

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𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: “𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐝.” (𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭)

he laughs, deep as his lips pull into a large smile. eyes creasing with his age, which deepen his face. narrowing his brows, as the fingers on his flesh hand curl in a beckoning motion, to usher his son into his arms. “wow.” he says, chuckling a bit more as he wraps his arms around his boy, & pats his back. still grinning, as they continue to embrace. “you really went all out, here.” he says, hand still on his son’s arm as he pulls back a bit, to look him in the eye. “what did i do to deserve all that?” he wonders, aloud. head tilting slightly, as his smile fades a slight bit in genuine interest.

@rabidlamb​​

[nombreux]

there was a sinking feeling in his gut every day that went by, but in the very same moment, he felt like he was on cloud nine. in pure and utter bliss, because of the fact that just weeks ago he found out that dottie was pregnant with his child, this meant that he would potentially have a real out from his marriage. there was no way of saving it at this point, and despite his best efforts, cheryl never wanted to anyway. he had put so much time in trying to reconcile with nothing but coldness in response. dottie was the first person that showed him true love in what felt like ages. he had no ill will for his wife-------------he did love her once upon a time after all, he just had no love left in him for her. he finally decided that he had to do what was best for everyone, and he knew how happy that would make dottie. 

 he takes her by the hand, sitting beside her at the island in the guest house. cheryl was home. ‘ you know @rabidlamb​ ’ he starts, he’s gazing down at her stomach and then up to her eyes. ‘ i don’t want to wait three months to tell her. i want her to know now. ’ he tells her, honestly. ‘ i talked to my therapist about it----’ a moment of transparency with dottie. ‘ he thinks it’s a good idea too. ’

he swallows hard. ‘ what do you think ? ’