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Reece King by Coitus Magazine 2017

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“I…” His breath caught in his throat. The words stuck on his tongue like hot, dry cactus needles. Jude looked back, over his shoulder. He could see the feet of his father’s dead body sticking out around the corner of the wall. He had kicked hard against the linoleum kitchen flooring while Jude had squeezed the last gasps of air from him. Now, his feet lay horribly still, splayed out in an awkward position that would have never gotten Jude’s weight off his chest. “I killed me dad,” Jude muttered into the phone, as if he were only speaking to himself. His voice was distant, soft, though it still harbored the shaking in his chest. “He’s dead. I strangled him…” He added, as though it might be important information, “with my own hands.”

He looked down at his own feet. Tattered black converse shoes looked back up at him. His head was swimming. He wondered if he might forget how to breathe. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never…” His voice trailed off, losing air halfway through speaking. Jude rubbed his hand on the fabric of the couch beside him. The rough fabric dragged on the skin of his fingertips. The sensation felt good. It felt real, unlike the dead body behind him. “I’ve never killed anybody.” He finally finished his statement. “I don’t know what to do, Desmond. I really messed up, didn’t I?”

The rest of his body had taken up the shaking now. His knees began to rub together as his legs quivered with aftershocks of rage and fear and pain. Never in his life had he felt such intense emotions. Never had he wanted anything more than he wanted to make his father stop hurting people, forever. He nervously ran his fingers through his hair, noticing a sore spot on his head from where his father’s struggling hands had yanked out a clump of hair. Jude held the sore spot and sighed out a half-sob. “Please, I’ll do anything. I can’t go to prison. My mum…” Another sob threatened to bubble up. He swallowed it down. “She needs me.”

Desmond let out a long breath as he began to understand the gravity of the situation. Murder wasn’t something he could just erase, not yet anyway. He was still learning the in’s and out’s of the business. As much as he wanted to protect Jude from prison without his father hearing any word of it, he knew he couldn’t go behind his back again--not for something this huge. Jude was a good bloke, he didn’t deserve life in prison for getting rid of a man that probably just sucked the life out of the world. Plus, he could never leave Jude to fend for himself with the way he practically begged Des for help. 

“You did,” He told him honestly, because he was not only jeopardizing himself, but the rest of them if they helped. “But I’ll help, alright? Don’t go anywhere, don’t answer the door to anyone but me, and don’t bloody call the cops.” The last one was an obvious demand, but people did strange things when they panicked. “I’ll be there in an hour. I won’t let you go to jail, Jude,” He promised just as the door swung open and people started to file out of the meeting room, prompting him to hang up. “Father,” He stopped his dad before he could go back to his office. “I need to talk to you.” 

His dad had been less than inclined to help Jude, originally believing they should just leave him to the cops, but Desmond managed to convince him of his worth. Jude would probably owe them a life’s worth of service, but at least he wouldn’t be on death row. When his father grudgingly agreed, he gave Desmond very specific instructions to carry out. Obviously, he wouldn’t go himself, due to the danger of being caught at the scene.

As he promised, he showed up at Jude’s an hour later, dressed in street clothes for once, so that he wouldn’t stand out. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. “It’s me,” He called through the wood, since he told Jude to not open the door to anyone else. 

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herflamingarrows:

“i guess i didn’t realize you were hiring a boy toy,” imogen answers flatly. it’s rude, and she could get in trouble for it, but he’s already making a joke out of this and it’s not really a joking matter. still, she backpedals. “just kidding, just kidding,” she holds her hands up to underline the point, but her tone of voice doesn’t match the words she’s saying.

she adjusts in her seat across from him, sitting up a bit straighter, looking him dead-on with a serious expression. “you don’t think there’s something… off… about him? she asks, dropping her volume a bit and glancing at the door. “not that there’ isn’t something off about alfie to begin with, but finn… i don’t know… something’s not right.”

she pinches her lips together in a thin line, already kind of regretting having come in the first place without having actual evidence in order. what kind of idiot makes these kinds of accusations on a whim?

If she were anyone else, Des might have kicked her out of his office. If his father was there, he definitely would have. She’s not anyone else though, she’s Imogen, and Des has known her long enough to have a basic understanding of her behavior. Plus, he liked to consider her his friend. He isn’t really supposed to consider anyone in the business his friend, but he can’t help it. There was always a small part of him that wished for a normal life, especially when he was a child. He can’t help but think about what he missed out on sometimes.

“I’m insulted that you think I’d need to pay for my boy toys,” He smirks as he gets up from his chair and smooths down his suit jacket. Going to lean against his desk, he crosses his arms over his chest and stares intently at her. “I think you might be reaching, Imogen.” Des bluntly points out. “I trust Aflie, and he recommended Finn, and so far I haven’t seen any issues with him. He doesn’t smile much, maybe, but what body guard does?”

He hasn’t had a real conversation with his new bodyguard yet, but he never did with his old ones either. Their purpose is to guard him, not ask what he thought about the last footie game. Desmond doesn’t want to write off Imogen’s concerns, but it's pretty clear that she’s still trying to overcome that feeling of failure over the heist. 

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herflamingarrows:

the last thing imogen ever wants to do is stir up waves at work- things are stressful enough without people getting dramatic. unless something’s life or death, she tends to keep her issues to herself and let everyone else’s cards fall where they may. 

but this? this might actually be life or death.

she can’t say what it is about des’s new body guard that sets her off, exactly. she has no evidence that he’s a bad guy- just a gut feeling that there’s something radically wrong with him. just being in the same room with him makes her stomach turn; his presence is a heavy weight on her back and a dense haze crowding the edges of her vision. considering how unbothered she is by the rest of the criminals she spends most of her time with, she can’t let this feeling go.

she waits until she knows des will be in his office, alone, before she says anything. even so, from the minute she says “we need to talk about the new guy,” she can tell he’s not having her nonsense, so she tries to sidestep into the subject carefully. “umm… what do you think of him?” she asks- it’s not really her place to ask, but she’ll worry about consequences later.

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Desmond looks up from his mound of paperwork as Imogen steps into his office, taking off his glasses and raising an eyebrow in greeting. He can tell where this is going even though Imogen is trying to guide him into it. Ever since the incident, she’s been overprotective of him. Desmond knows she feels responsible for what happened, but it was his own fault, and he’s still alive. 

“Hmm,” Des plays along, leaning back in his leather chair. “I think he’s quite fit. Nice brown eyes and six pack that could cut glass,” He lets out a laugh before shaking his head. “I think Finn is fine, Imogen. He’s been screened and referred to me by Alfie. He’s more than qualified for the job.”

The man in question is just in the hallway, obviously close to Des at all times. Step one of his new position was to find a qualified personal body guard. Of course, he grew up with one by his side at all times, but as the boss, he needs the best of the best. Finn has a fierce look about him that leads Des to believe that he isn’t afraid to step in when needed. 

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the families don’t get together very often, too busy with their own jobs and work to do, and sam isn’t complaining. he would rather skip these sorts of awkward get-togethers, but his father is not the type of man to be stood up, and since samuel is the only son old enough at the moment to take part in these sorts of things ( jacob is still in high school ), he is obligated and require to attend.

they’re not very fancy, not very lavish or impressive, not as much as sam knows they could all afford, but he makes a point to wear his best outfit anyway, a nice suit, expensive shoes, hair brushed back, looking every inch the young god he perceives himself to be. he dresses like this to make a point to his father that they’re better than this, but instead it’s somehow translated over to des’s dad that sam is someone to take notice of. and well. that’s not entirely untrue.

as always, sam avoids his own father, avoids the way his father seems angry that he isn’t sitting beside little miss faye westaway, cute small blonde girl who seems a lot softer than she actually is. he doesn’t even pretend sit on that side of the table with the lot of them, coming around it instead to claim the spot next to des, the same chair he always insists on sitting at. it’s only natural, right? they grew up together, they’re friends, good friends, and it’s normal to be protective, right?

it obviously has nothing to do with the fact that sam would probably murder whoever else tries to sit too close to desmond.

he leans his shoulder against the other briefly, a touch, a gesture, a connection made. it’s as close as he can let himself get, knowing the rules and his secret newfound situation with faye won’t let him do this for very much longer.

Desmond can’t remember the last time their entire families were in the same room together, let alone a private space in a nice restaurant. While suspicious by the sudden need to convene, Des still treats it like an other dinner with the Wades, dressed head to toe in designer fabrics, hair cropped as usual. As he takes the seat by the head of the table near his father, he avoids blatantly staring at him. He’s been responsible and careful, taking his new role in the business very seriously. He hasn’t give him any reason to think that Sam needs to take his place, but he has a sinking feeling that this is what this dinner is really about.

Speaking of the blonde, he enters the room, looking as radiant and sophisticated as always. Desmond knows Sam will take the seat beside him, as always, so he’s surprised to see Mr. Wade’s expression darken. It only further intensifies his suspicion. And yet, as Sam’s shoulder brushes against his, his pulse races as it always does when he’s so close to him. Desmond should resent him for taking his father’s attention, and sometimes he does, but his feelings always outweighs it.

Feelings that he isn’t allowed to even think about, and he’s used to ignoring them after so many years, but he still allows himself to nudge Sam’s knee with his own to acknowledge his greeting. Then he meets his father’s gaze in time to see him nod at Desmond to officially start this gathering.

“Thank you for inviting us, Mr. Wade,” Desmond announces loud enough for the others at the table to hear, “And to the Westaways for joining.”

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[TW: Death, decay, gore?]

Jude’s finger hovered over the call button. His hands hadn’t started shaking yet, but he knew they would soon, once the shock of adrenaline had worked its way out of his system. He needed to call someone. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t just ignore the dead body on his kitchen floor and hope it would go away. He couldn’t pretend that his father’s neck didn’t have the bruised imprints of Jude’s hands around it. He sat on the couch in his living room, only about ten feet from the pale, lifeless corpse of his father. There was nowhere to hide from it in the tiny flat. Everywhere, an eerie silence hung in the air and the beginnings of an awful stench crept into his nose. The best he could do was try not to look at it. He couldn’t stand the horrible stillness, the foggy, distant look in his father’s eyes. It made Jude’s stomach turn in nauseous circles.

He couldn’t tell how long he’d been staring at the name on the telephone screen: Desmond Beaumont. The lad had been kind enough to offer it out to Jude after they had gotten on so well the few times they had met. “In case of emergencies,” Des had said. Well, Jude wasn’t sure what kind of emergency Des had meant but this was definitely some kind of emergency. It might ruin his relationship with the mob forever, might even get him killed, but he was well on his way to ruined anyway. There was no taking back what he’d done.

He took a deep breath. The shaking had begun in his chest, causing his breathing to wobble. He hit the call button before it got any worse. The ringing sounded hollow and distant in his ear. The line went click and a voice sounded on the other end. “Hullo? Desmond? Um, Mr. Beaumont, sir. I’m sorry to disturb you. I didn’t know who else to call.” His voice quivered. He took another breath to  and steady himself. His hands had taken up the shaking. “I… I messed up, Mr. Beaumont. I need help.”

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Desmond sat quietly at the round table, his gaze steady on his father as he was debriefed on the latest heist. It wasn’t the most exciting sounding event, and Desmond was having trouble staying focused, no matter how hard he tried. He was on thin ice with his father, and he wouldn’t appreciate it if Des showed a lack of interest with the day to day tasks of the “family business.” He saw just how exciting the mafia could be, and still had the scars to prove it, yet he still struggled to care about the smaller matters. 

“Small matters are important matters,” His father drilled into him. Maybe, he would understand when he took on more responsibility, if that day ever came. Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket, and he checked the screen from under the table, surprised to see Jude’s name blinking at him. He gave the other his number, but for emergencies only. He wasn’t meant to be sharing casual texts with the foot soldiers. It must be an emergency then. 

His father’s stare was on him, noticing his movement, and he trained his expression to remain. “I’m sorry, father, but this is important,” He excused himself before stepping into the hallway and answering the phone. “Jude,” He greeted, keeping his voice low. Jude’s voice shook as he called him Mr. Beaumont, a title he still felt too young to take on, even though he was eighteen now. Something was clearly very wrong. As the future boss, he had to remain calm for the both of them, and his voice was steady when he spoke. “Where are you? What am I walking into here, Jude?” He asked. If he learned anything from his major fuck up, it was that he needed to be prepared for the worst. 

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In canon, James and Natasha Beaumont work in parliament and care deeply about their appearances, which Des has always rejected. In this universe, the Beaumont’s have been the head of the London mafia for decades. The first born son is always considered the “heir” to the dynasty. Des is still an only child in this universe too, which means he’s already been chosen to be the next in charge.

Desmond’s father is still technically the “kingpin,” but plans on retiring soon. For the past two years, Des has basically been charge with his father shadowing, therefore, he gives the orders and the others report to him. 

In canon, Desmond ruins his good standing with his parents by throwing a party on school grounds that the cops got involved in. This incident translates into this AU when Des decided to run his own heist as a teenager, wanting to take matters into his own hands. It all went wrong when Des got kidnapped in the process, which forced his father to pay a ransom in order to get him back. Ever since then, his dad has been threatening to give his pseudo-brother, Sam the title if he doesn’t shape up. 

Desmond wasn’t raped in this universe, which takes away a lot of the trauma he suffers from in canon. But he was beaten pretty badly when he was kidnapped, so he sometimes has nightmares from that. 

Personality wise: Des was almost the same in both universes as a teenager--irresponsible and a bit wild. As an adult though, Des is much more serious and diplomatic than his canon self. After the failed heist, he realized how close he was to either dying or losing his position, so he began to took the “family business” extremely seriously. He doesn’t show much emotion around the people he isn’t close to. He still has some of the same classic Des “charm” but isn’t nearly as light-hearted. 

Sam and Des still grew up together and still have a lot of tension between them. Des has been in love with Sam for as long as he can remember and recognizes it unlike canon Des. He’s never pursued it or even hinted that he has feelings for him, because his dad would never allow it. He wants Des to have a wife that’s in good standing with the business. After all, he needs to have an heir. Plus, ever since the threat that Sam could replace him, Des can’t help but resent him a little. 

Des rarely does any of his own killing. The true kingpin is rarely even seen by most members of the mob. He gives the orders to kill, but doesn’t do it himself. That is, unless someone double crosses him. He’s not afraid to if he has to. 

Canon Des doesn’t have ANY sort of romantic interactions (not yet at least). That includes one night stands. Mob!Des has no shortage of women at his feet, and tends to sleep around. 

(This is all I have for now, unless I forgot something. I’m ready for plots and for Des to boss all of you around lol)

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The Zodiac Mob - Leo

The actual kingpin. The one you send out for making all the deals/negotiations happen because Leo will handle it other ways if it’s not happening the diplomatic way. Hates that politics get in the way of how much shit COULD be getting done if everyone could stop being babies for 5 minutes yet reminds everyone constantly they are the actual power of this organization and says “come at me bro” an awful lot.

Based on this post.