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Title: Maff-ia
Rating: 15.
Part: 20
Pairing: JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
I zoom off down the road, taking the directions which Daniel orders me too. Once we’re on a long straight which he tells me to go to the end of, I take the opportunity to ask what the hell we’re doing. “What’s going on?” I ask Daniel, turning to face him for a second as I question him.
He turns round to look at Douglas, something I only see out of the corner of my eye. “Well Mathew, I’m not going into details. Because this fucker screwed us over and left town, now we’ve got the word he’s coming back, right now. So that bastards getting what’s coming to him.”
“And what do I have to do with this exactly?”
“Well,” Daniel starts slowly, moving his gaze back to me. “Dougie can’t drive and I don’t trust him enough with a gun, so you’re driving, and I’m shooting the fuckers head off before he gets chance to even blink.” Daniel spits out the last part of, curling his tongue around it in a disgusted manner.
Why do I not have a good feeling about this at all? I’d do anything to just give all this crap up and just be back in James’ flat, safe from the world around us, not a care about anything. I can’t believe I’m thinking about him now, when my head should be with what I’ve got to do, but it seems like in the last 24 hours my love for James has grew with the intensity of a thousand suns, and I didn’t think it was possible to love him anymore. Mind you, I don’t think it was love in the first instance, it just felt like it, but now I really think it is, even there are so many things wrong with that. It’s my luck really, but I guess this is what I’ve been pining for, for about a month, and now it’s here something just isn’t right.
Obviously I don’t mean that James isn’t right, because he is, he’s perfect. Just the situation and all this crap surrounding us, I wish it wasn’t there. I wish I was back with my family, going out for the night and met him - him the normal person. Well, not normal, but just him without him doing what he does. I’m aware that I don’t make sense but this is just a big blur in my head right now, I’m trying to just work it out.
“How are you going to know where he is?” I ask, trying to get my attention back to the job in hand.
Swerving around a parked car I look over to him. “He has a patterned out day every time he’s in town, right now he’s in a café having his breakfast, and then he’s going to walk down the road to pick up his dry-cleaning, only today he’s not, or ever again in fact.” He lets out an evil cackle, turning to Douglas who lets out a much softer laugh.
“So what do I have to do?”
“Well, we’re going to park just a little back for the café, so as not to rouse his suspicion, and then once we see him leave, you just have to drive past him, not to fast though, giving me enough time to-.” He makes a bang noise and uses his hands as a toy gun, against the side of my head, pretending to shoot me.
“Oh.” I contemplate this for a second. “Like a drive-by?”
“No Matt.” He laughs and I feel a little stupid because that’s what I thought he meant. “Not like a drive-by, it is a drive-by.” Douglas cackles from the back and I scowl, gritting my teeth together. “Take a left here, and park up just about two building down.” I do this, leaving the engine running.
I turn to face him, and he sits looking around him, I think checking that everything’s in order. I can feel my heartbeat getting faster and faster at the prospect of actually seeing someone get shot… that’s just, strange. It’s hard to believe I’m actually in this situation, heck, I used to think it was bad watching someone get slapped, and now all this shit is going on around me as if it’s the way of life - making enemies and getting them before they get you, oh and pointless sex that means nothing.
I’d like to think that fact is different with James, that it wasn’t just pointless sex. All the things he’s said to me have shown me that it isn’t just pointless, that it actually had meaning. I’d like to think that was true, and I think I do… but, it’s just a bit hard to understand what’s going on fully.
WHY AM I STILL THINKING ABOUT JAMES?
“Are you fucking listening Matt! Fucking go!” I am pulled back to the future and he winds down the window as I start to drive slowly. From the corner of my eye I see him pull out the gun from the inside of his jacket. I take a deep breath, not knowing when he’s going to fire is as I’m not sure who is the person we’ve set out to… well kill.
Then the loud explosion rings about my head as he fires the gun out of the window. “GO! GO! GO!” Daniel screams at me and I zoom off faster than even before I even have time to register it. I hear the clunk of metal around me mix with Daniel’s evil laughter as he winds the window back up. I turn my head round quickly to look out the back window, and see the small figures, arms out-stretched, shooting at the car. I turn a sharp corner to get away and look as Daniel bounces around excitedly on his seat. “Did you fucking see that Dougie! Did you see that!!” Daniel’s grin was evident in his voice and he bounced up and down in his seat, his gun now tucked safely away.
I breath a sigh of relief and look to him. “Right in the fucking head! Hahaha. Oh dude sorry about the car, just be thankful that all his cronies have shit aim!” He’s too hyper to care I gather. “Take a left here.” He orders me and then turns around to say some stuff to Douglas that I’m not quite a part of.
“Do you know where you are going from here?” He asks, turning back to face me. I look at the road where we are, and vaguely notice the place in which I am, so I nod to him, making my way back to their place.
I drop those to off, and Daniel hands be a bundle of money, saying thanks and shaking my hand through the window. I smile to him and they walk off, Douglas just grunting as they walk off with there arms wrapped around each other.
Just then my phone rings in my pocket. I pull it out and flip it open.
“Y’ello?”
“Matt, its Charlie.”
“What’s up?”
“”Where are you?”
“I’m just… outside Daniel’s place.”
“You’re not doing anything, are you?”
“No, I just finished, why?”
“I need to speak to you, urgently, get your arse to the club, right now.”
“Uh, okay, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”
“Make it five. Bye.”
“B-” but the phone has already been hung up.
I sigh, and shove the money and phone into my pocket and pull away from the curb.
Rating: 15.
Part: 20
Pairing: JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
I zoom off down the road, taking the directions which Daniel orders me too. Once we’re on a long straight which he tells me to go to the end of, I take the opportunity to ask what the hell we’re doing. “What’s going on?” I ask Daniel, turning to face him for a second as I question him.
He turns round to look at Douglas, something I only see out of the corner of my eye. “Well Mathew, I’m not going into details. Because this fucker screwed us over and left town, now we’ve got the word he’s coming back, right now. So that bastards getting what’s coming to him.”
“And what do I have to do with this exactly?”
“Well,” Daniel starts slowly, moving his gaze back to me. “Dougie can’t drive and I don’t trust him enough with a gun, so you’re driving, and I’m shooting the fuckers head off before he gets chance to even blink.” Daniel spits out the last part of, curling his tongue around it in a disgusted manner.
Why do I not have a good feeling about this at all? I’d do anything to just give all this crap up and just be back in James’ flat, safe from the world around us, not a care about anything. I can’t believe I’m thinking about him now, when my head should be with what I’ve got to do, but it seems like in the last 24 hours my love for James has grew with the intensity of a thousand suns, and I didn’t think it was possible to love him anymore. Mind you, I don’t think it was love in the first instance, it just felt like it, but now I really think it is, even there are so many things wrong with that. It’s my luck really, but I guess this is what I’ve been pining for, for about a month, and now it’s here something just isn’t right.
Obviously I don’t mean that James isn’t right, because he is, he’s perfect. Just the situation and all this crap surrounding us, I wish it wasn’t there. I wish I was back with my family, going out for the night and met him - him the normal person. Well, not normal, but just him without him doing what he does. I’m aware that I don’t make sense but this is just a big blur in my head right now, I’m trying to just work it out.
“How are you going to know where he is?” I ask, trying to get my attention back to the job in hand.
Swerving around a parked car I look over to him. “He has a patterned out day every time he’s in town, right now he’s in a café having his breakfast, and then he’s going to walk down the road to pick up his dry-cleaning, only today he’s not, or ever again in fact.” He lets out an evil cackle, turning to Douglas who lets out a much softer laugh.
“So what do I have to do?”
“Well, we’re going to park just a little back for the café, so as not to rouse his suspicion, and then once we see him leave, you just have to drive past him, not to fast though, giving me enough time to-.” He makes a bang noise and uses his hands as a toy gun, against the side of my head, pretending to shoot me.
“Oh.” I contemplate this for a second. “Like a drive-by?”
“No Matt.” He laughs and I feel a little stupid because that’s what I thought he meant. “Not like a drive-by, it is a drive-by.” Douglas cackles from the back and I scowl, gritting my teeth together. “Take a left here, and park up just about two building down.” I do this, leaving the engine running.
I turn to face him, and he sits looking around him, I think checking that everything’s in order. I can feel my heartbeat getting faster and faster at the prospect of actually seeing someone get shot… that’s just, strange. It’s hard to believe I’m actually in this situation, heck, I used to think it was bad watching someone get slapped, and now all this shit is going on around me as if it’s the way of life - making enemies and getting them before they get you, oh and pointless sex that means nothing.
I’d like to think that fact is different with James, that it wasn’t just pointless sex. All the things he’s said to me have shown me that it isn’t just pointless, that it actually had meaning. I’d like to think that was true, and I think I do… but, it’s just a bit hard to understand what’s going on fully.
WHY AM I STILL THINKING ABOUT JAMES?
“Are you fucking listening Matt! Fucking go!” I am pulled back to the future and he winds down the window as I start to drive slowly. From the corner of my eye I see him pull out the gun from the inside of his jacket. I take a deep breath, not knowing when he’s going to fire is as I’m not sure who is the person we’ve set out to… well kill.
Then the loud explosion rings about my head as he fires the gun out of the window. “GO! GO! GO!” Daniel screams at me and I zoom off faster than even before I even have time to register it. I hear the clunk of metal around me mix with Daniel’s evil laughter as he winds the window back up. I turn my head round quickly to look out the back window, and see the small figures, arms out-stretched, shooting at the car. I turn a sharp corner to get away and look as Daniel bounces around excitedly on his seat. “Did you fucking see that Dougie! Did you see that!!” Daniel’s grin was evident in his voice and he bounced up and down in his seat, his gun now tucked safely away.
I breath a sigh of relief and look to him. “Right in the fucking head! Hahaha. Oh dude sorry about the car, just be thankful that all his cronies have shit aim!” He’s too hyper to care I gather. “Take a left here.” He orders me and then turns around to say some stuff to Douglas that I’m not quite a part of.
“Do you know where you are going from here?” He asks, turning back to face me. I look at the road where we are, and vaguely notice the place in which I am, so I nod to him, making my way back to their place.
I drop those to off, and Daniel hands be a bundle of money, saying thanks and shaking my hand through the window. I smile to him and they walk off, Douglas just grunting as they walk off with there arms wrapped around each other.
Just then my phone rings in my pocket. I pull it out and flip it open.
“Y’ello?”
“Matt, its Charlie.”
“What’s up?”
“”Where are you?”
“I’m just… outside Daniel’s place.”
“You’re not doing anything, are you?”
“No, I just finished, why?”
“I need to speak to you, urgently, get your arse to the club, right now.”
“Uh, okay, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”
“Make it five. Bye.”
“B-” but the phone has already been hung up.
I sigh, and shove the money and phone into my pocket and pull away from the curb.