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asgardianangel · 2 years

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Just my lawyer one-shot

Saul Goodman/Jimmy Mcgill x Mother! Reader

Summary: After defending herself violent domestic dispute and an attempted murder charge pinned against her. The reader seeks help from the one and only Saul Goodman.

Warnings: 18+ smut, oral (fem receiving) body worship, violence, stabbing, domestic abuse, an ex named Todd, abused mother reader, protective! Saul/Jimmy, age gap, bad language, kinda obsessive! Saul/Jimmy, low key manipulation, my lack of knowledge of the justice system :/

Saul Goodman fic- Just my lawyer

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Everything around you became a huge blur looking down at your hand noticing the bloody knife. It was like the world had stopped briefly as you stared at your ex-Todd withering in pain on the floor of your kitchen.

“You fucking bitch!” He screeched applying pressure on the wound. The trembling of your hands caused the knife to fall next to you with a loud clink.

As you tried to figure out what was going on the cries of your son Leo alarmed you. Motherly instincts kicked in you rushed into the hallway seeing him sitting on the floor flapping his little hands you picked him up holding against your chest.

Reflections of red and blue hit the glass of the front door you shushed Leo before looking at Todd lying unconscious or you hoped he was in kitchen.

“I didn’t mean to do it” You repeated to yourself in a whimper

Police surrounded you at the station as shudders of the most uncomfortable feeling hit your body. Eyes were everywhere. You missed Leo child services quickly got hold of him after the incident.

Guiltiness itched at you for stabbing him even though in the back of your mind he deserved it. The years of abuse both physically and mentally he dragged you through made your action seem justiciable at least you thought so. You weren’t going to let Todd take your baby away. You didn’t want him to grow up with a woman beater. A jealous raging man. But to the officers staring into your soul Todd wasn’t the monster. He was one of them after all. An honoured man on the force. You show them countless bruises that marked your body but they never believed. Todd made you out as a delusional wife

A man that can get away with anything.

You kept your silence as they tried dig into you deep it was no use answering their questions and sharing the trauma of the man seen as a ‘hero’ to them. After some time, they allowed to have one phone call.

You thought hard on who to call you didn’t necessarily have any family not in Alburquerque that is. Todd broke many friendships you have made in the past leaving you lonely.

Then you thought back to late night television. That you consumed while trying get a restless Leo asleep remembering that overplayed advert. His voice echoed in your head

Better call Saul!

Hours passed in the station you reminded quiet as they tried their best to interrogate you. Your mind kept drifting off to your precious baby boy who probably wondering where his mother was.

“When can I see my son?” You piped up ignoring their stupid questions.

The two detectives just laughed “You think you deserve to see him y/n?

“Yes, I’m his mother and I deserve to see him” Your voice raised a bit expressing your annoyance and stress. They laughed to each other once more thinking a mother's distress over her baby funny.

Stupid fucks you thought

Running your hand through your hair you were about to scream at them. But were cut off by the door opening.

“You better not be questioning my client without the presence of her lawyer detectives” Hearing a familiar voice.

Saul Goodman entered the room suitcase in hand and a yellow travel mug in the other. He clicked off his ear piece and eyed the detectives “Now you better leave this poor woman and let me talk to her” They laughed at him too but Saul pointed his finger to the door

“Go on skedaddle". He was definitely what you expected.

The atmosphere toned down when they left the room making you sigh in relief looking at Saul as he sat down. He grabbed a file from his suitcase clicking his pen.

“Now where do we begin?”

You told Mr Goodman or Saul he asked to be called everything. Details sliced open the scars old and new of the trauma that was buried within you. From the constant degradation from Todd to the injuries he inflicted on you.

It brought you to tears.

Days passed by the trial of the attempted murder charge that was placed against you drew closer. Saul visited you every day cracking jokes just to make you smile and forget for a bit. Like ‘Orange is definitely not your colour sweetheart’ After that you were thinking about your baby it kept you up at night in the grey cell walls.

It was the day of the trial and you were shaking like a leaf you never been to court before as Saul held your hand for comfort you now considered him a friend. Looking presentable receiving some nice compliments from him and feeling the faint blush upon your cheeks. You were ready to fight for Leo.

Saul straightens his orange tie before taking a seat in front of the jury. He notices the distraught look on your face and faces your eyeline to see your ex-Todd stumble in with a cane hissing at his at his injury. Saul turns back to you “I thought he wasn’t going to attend” you whisper “Look at me” he cups your face making you stare into his blue eyes “You're going to be fine sweetheart trust me he’s only here to scare you so take no notice and let me do the talking” He smiles.

For the rest of trial, you listened to Saul give his heart out to you he told the court everything showing photography evidences of the bruises and scars of self-defence imprinted on your delicate body. He represented your entire being as he gradually took down Todd’s Defence team and humoured the court with their stupidity, he reminded you of a cartoon character in some instances and he expressed your story with all sorts of movements.

After countless hours the jury came back with the verdict your eyes gleamed with hope as she took off her reading glasses and look at you before looking at Todd himself. She read out your full name and charges.

“Not guilty” The mallet banged as you gasped in relief you couldn’t believe it. You never thought they believe you over a ‘honoured hero’

You hugged Saul who was quick to wrap his arms around you stroking your hair “Thank you” you whispered taking in his weird smelling cologne.

“No need I would do anything for you y/n” He smiled tucking a loose strand behind your hair.

“You fucking bitch are you fucking him?!” Todd aggressively accused pointing at Saul who was quick to push you behind himself. Saul got close to his face “you better leave her and her baby the fuck alone Mr Price trust me I know some things about you that have been buried deep” Saul threatened poking him in the chest before security got between them.

Everyone saw Todd’s true colours in the court

Saul took a hold of your hand and you both walked out of court.

“Wow. No one has ever stood up for me like that before thank you” Saul smiled sweetly.

“You never deserved to be treated like that”

Sitting in Saul’s office as his friendly assistant Francisca poured you a coffee you sighed thankfully that awful situation was over now with Saul helping you set up a restraining order and full custody grant of Leo. As well as bringing countless domestic abuse charges against Todd

You were finally free

As you chit chatted with Francisca there was a familiar cooing you look behind to see Saul with your precious Leo giggling at the funny faces he was pulling. “Oh, my baby!” You exclaimed

Leo’s eyes brightened up showing his gummy little smile as he looked at you. Saul passed him over to you and you pressed a kiss to his chubby little cheeks. Tears fall down. “Mama’s here I'm never letting you go” You promised. Saul looked at the two of you in an unexplained trance “Are you okay?” You asked

“Oh, yeah” Saul said holding Leo’s hand gently. “He looks just like you” You wiped away your tears before smiling and agreeing “Yeah, he does”

You started getting used to your new life with Leo in the last month or so but still on edge. Todd himself or his disgruntled friends might come after you. Saul reassured you daily that nothing bad was going happen

‘Stop looking over your shoulder and enjoy life nobody is going to hurt you’ he would say. Allowing his kind right-hand man Huell accompany you on shopping trips and such to keep you calm

You noticed something strange about his behaviour towards you he would bring gifts flowers, baby toys anything you could think of and spent time with Leo in the new apartment he helped you rent. You understood that he wanted to take care of the both of you.

One night you decided to do some self-care while Leo was asleep in his crib Saul helped you assemble. The baby monitor was in the bathroom as you relaxed in the bath surrounded by bubbles and candles reading a romance novel that was suggested by a certain someone.

Your relaxation period was cut short by Leo’s cries he must be hungry you thought stepping out the tub and wrapping a towel around yourself only to hear familiar shushing emitting from the monitor.

“It’s okay buddy” The voice was Sauls it made you confuse. You tip toed down the hallway to Leo’s nursery. Looking through the crack of the door you saw him cradling Leo in his arms. Wrapping his blanket around his little body. You opened the door fully and stepped “Oh hey look here’s mama now” Saul turned around looking at you with a smile.

"How did you get in?” You were quick to question.

“Oh, I had my own key cut the day you moved here” He grabbed it from the pocket of his work pants showing it you before shushing Leo again.

You felt slightly creeped out he never told you he could easily enter your home. Saul was a friend and the man that saved you from spending a long prison sentence and leaving your Leo motherless. But you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable

“There we go he’s asleep” He whispered with a smile gently placing him back in the crib.

You both walked out the nursery and into the kitchen you shift nervously as Saul stood there with his hands in his pockets “I thought we could watch a movie together there’s a classic on tonight” he said with a sense of excitement

“Oh, almost forgot I also brought some wine you would enjoy tastes amazing” Showing you the label. He notices the confused expression on your face.

“What’s the matter y/n?” He asks placing a hand on your towel covered shoulder.

“You could have just called instead of walking in and scaring me Sa-”

“Who did you think I was sweetheart? Him?” He asked softly.

You hold the towel tight and nodded.

Saul pulled you to his chest in an instance stroking your hair. “You will never see him again trust me” You sniffed relaxing in his embrace

“Thanks for everything Saul”

“Jimmy” You were confused gazing up at him

“My real name is Jimmy” he said with a sigh.

Staring into each other's eyes you felt the towel slip a bit from your body “Oh I should probably get dre-”

Jimmy’s draws his face close and presses a sweet unexpected kiss to your lips. Lost in the feeling you pulled back with wide eyes “I didn’t expect that”

A smile curves as he strokes your cheek “I’ve been wanting to do that as soon as I saw you in that dull interrogation room with those asshole detectives” He confesses.

“You looked so timid and lost. I knew from then on, I needed to protect you and Leo” Jimmy continued

There was a moment of silence between you since you were unsure what to say. Saul well Jimmy is like a friend to you someone that could crack a joke anytime you were down and guide you through anything for not just your freedom your baby's as well.

Do you see him as anything more? A lover? A partner?

He is much older than you almost old enough to be your father but handsome for his age and intelligent. But you felt that there was no room for romance just yet especially healing from the wounds Todd cause and you liked Jimmy as a friend.

Jimmy’s eyes gleamed with hope that you could reciprocate those feelings for him too “I’m sorry Jimmy I can’t. You are my friend and I want it to stay that way” You explained stepping back out of his embrace.

“I’m just a lawyer to you” Jimmy said in a slight disgruntled manner looking away from you

You apologised again stepping out the kitchen to get dressed pulling on a simple oversized t shirt and joggers you found Jimmy who had already poured himself of the wine he brought on couch.

“You have no idea of anything I have done for you y/n” he says sipping from his glass you sat next to him

“I appreciate it all I just can't bring myself to commit to another relationship with everything he did to me. You must understand” You explain holding his hand.

Jimmy placed down his glass and looked at you pleading to him before rolling your sleeve of your t shirt where Todd’s fingerprints pressed into your skin causing bruising “What are you doing?” You asked quiet Jimmy responded with a shush before kissing the marking a gasp left your mouth.

He then got on his knees in front of you and rolled up the hem of your shirt he looked discomforted observing all sorts of abuse that carved into your soft skin “Jimmy” You were about to stop whatever he was going do. But he shushed you once more and proceeded to kiss each bruise scar imprint of years of cruelty “No man should never do this to woman especially one so caring and beautiful as you” he pressed his lips to the bruise on your collarbone and gazing at you “I would never do this to you sweetheart. Your delicate body will only receive affection and pleasure”

His words were captivating as he kissed your lips again running both hands gently down the hem of your joggers, “Can I sweetheart?” The sweet taste of the wine from his kiss made you confident.

You gave him permission.

Jimmy peeled down your joggers with gentle kissing of your bare thighs and legs. Leaving you in your laced panties and soon after he peeled them off too leaving your lower half completely bare.

“Please” You begged you widened your thighs Jimmy gazed up at you lust clouded his blue eyes he held them in place. You gasp as his tongue came in contact with your most intimate area. Jimmy let out a groan and continue to eat you out swiping his experienced tongue from your trembling hole up to sensitive clit that peaked out. The living room was filled with your desperate moans on top of the older man’s slurping. As he pushed his entire tongue inside you. As well as sliding his long finger in a rhythm with his tongue. At one point you bit your knuckle to lower down the noise not to wake Leo. Being new to the act you became addicted straight away. You grasped his brown hair a groan emitted deep from his throat.

“Cum for me baby” He urged moving his finger in and out faster hitting a sweet spot on your walls. Gazing at your needy expressions with absolute hunger

“Jimmy I'm gonna-” Before you could finish your sentence it was like you saw fireworks. The knot in your tummy snapped as your legs trembled in relief.

Sighing out his name you looked down at him as he was licking his lips clean. All you could do was rest your head against the back of the couch. Jimmy sat next to you again wiping the sweat from his forehead and unbuttoning his top button “No one’s ever done that to me before” You let out a giggle.

“I’m happy I was your first” Jimmy said with a kiss

A cry from down the hallway alerted you Leo was awake “He must be hungry” You mused getting up and walking out. “Come right back” Jimmy smiled.

Jimmy’s phone rang he took a sip of wine and answered.

“It is done” A voice told him

Fin

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rjhpandapaws · 3 years

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(Not) What I Want in a Second Chance

Ch 1: The Devil is in the Details

//Tw: Emotional manipulation. Death, grieving, alcohol abuse, suicidal ideation; anti-android sentiments, and anti-android language. CyberLife is an unsettling mix of FB, Amazon and Google. Be prepared

Hank had his fair share of regrets, it came with the amount of time he had been on the force. His family fell apart. There were lives he could have saved if he had only been faster. The consequences that came with hitting a patch of ice; just to name a few. There were days he debated putting in for retirement, but he knew where that would lead. One more added to a growing statistic. Another retired detective that chose to suck on a bullet; and that was assuming anyone cared enough to come check on him. So he drank instead. On the days he woke up in time, he went to work. On the days he didn’t he woke up only to start drinking again. Another hopeless, tired man on the fast track to a whiskey filled grave. He wasn’t as bothered by that as he probably should have been. He wasn’t bothered by much anymore. If he could think clearly that meant he needed a drink. There was one thing that always bothered him though, and that was androids. He found them creepy over all, they had no reason to look that human. Then one had killed Cole; or rather, stood there and did nothing while he died. That had been when Hank had drawn the line. In that moment they had gone from something mildly off putting to something he actively despised.

That was why he liked places like Jimmy’s. It was one of the few places left that wasn’t overrun by androids, and the other patrons left him alone. Everyone was nursing a different sorrow so conversation wasn’t a priority. He could treat his grief with whiskey until he was face down against the bar and no one would judge him for it. Tonight was shaping up to be one of the rougher ones. He couldn’t drown his regrets no matter how much he drank. The thoughts refused to blur. It wasn’t Cole tonight. For a change, he was thinking about someone else he had lost. Connor Paldeki was one of his earlier partners, and his favorite even still. He had belonged to the Deerborn Police Department originally and they had met on a particularly bad homicide case. They worked well enough that they were paired for joint cases pretty often after that. So when Connor was transferred to Detroit it only seemed natural that they were made partners since they had previous work history. Even as a rookie Connor had been bright. He could pick a scene a part and put it back together with ease and accuracy that was almost scary. Hank had been certain that he was on the fast track to making rank. Then the Red Ice bust had happened and Connor’s glowing career came to a sudden and bloody end. Hank had wound up promoted, but it felt hollow somehow. Like it was a consolation of sorts.

He felt like it was written in Connor’s blood. Hank had been told that he hadn’t felt it, that he had been dead before he hit the ground. They hadn’t seen him though with the fear of death frozen on his face. None of the them had the haloing pool of blood seared into their memory. For all the consolation they tried to give him, they hadn’t been so powerless as to see the life leave the eyes of a dear friend. The papers had praised the whole raiding group as heroes, painted the thing like it had been a success. In a way it had been; they’d gotten what they were after, but they had lost three officers in the process. Connor, and two officers he hadn’t known from the SWAT team that had accompanied them. No one talked about it, and Hank wanted to scream. He went through the motions; his mandatory grief counseling, being a pall bearer for Connor’s casket; and then he took some time off to try and process all of it. When he got back he took the small bonsai tree from Connor’s desk and pretended things were alright. He had to be. He was Lieutenant now, he couldn’t just break. He took care of the tree like Connor was coming back and would be upset to find it dead. He continued to try and love Ezra even though things were falling apart slowly, and he did his job. If he just kept going something would have to got right eventually. He hoped so anyway; because if it didn’t then what the fuck was all of this for. When Cole was born Hank had thought that was the start of his better days, and it had been for a while.

It was some level of pathetic that the most put together his life had ever seemed to be was when he was drinking himself into an early grave. He was pulled away from that train of thought by the feeling of being watched. That sense of awareness wasn’t something he could turn off even when he was drinking away what was left of his coherency. He looked up from the bar, and there was Connor, but something was off. Aside from the fact that he was dead, had been for over ten years at this point. He was here in the flesh, and Hank was almost willing to write it off as a drunken hallucination. There was just something about this Not-Connor that was bothering him. It took longer than it should of for his eyes to land on the blue LED at his temple. He’d had to tear his eyes away from the face that had haunted more than it’s fair share of his nightmares for the better part of a decade. CyberLife had accounted for every little detail. Down to that stupid curl that had always refused to stay put no matter how much gel Connor put in his hair. He could hazard a guess at how they had gotten that information. They had files on everyone it seemed, whether or not someone owned an android didn’t seem to matter. Or, since it had been over a decade they could have pulled it through FOI, but Hank sincerely doubted that.

“Lieutenant Anderson?” He - It asked. Hank couldn’t place it, but there was something wrong about the voice. It was almost exactly Connor’s, but there was something wrong about it. He was tempted not to respond, but he had the feeling this Not - Connor would wait there all night even if Hank ignored it. “Yeah,” He huffed, “What do you want?” “My name is Connor.” It started, and Hank wanted to scream, this was not his Connor. Not the right one, “I am the android sent by CyberLife. There has been a homicide and I was told to find you; which I was lucky enough to do after the fifth bar.” “Fuck off.” Hank groused. “My instructions were -” It started, but Hank cut it off. “I’ll show you where you can stick your instructions.” He muttered. That seemed to give it pause. Where is Connor would have laughed and made a remark of his own, this convincing fake just looked pathetically confused. Hank almost pitied the thing, but it wore the face of a dead friend and that wasn’t something he could forgive. “What if I buy you a drink?” It pressed, “Would you come with me then?” Hank gave an annoyed sigh of defeat and relented. The sooner he got this over with, the less time he would have to spend facing this walking lie, “Fine.”

In the most put upon way the thing that was not Connor flagged for another whiskey and even paid for it. As annoyed as he was, Hank had to admit he was almost impressed. The real Connor would have never set foot in a bar unless it was for a case. It made it easier to distance one from the other. He nursed his new whiskey for longer than was strictly necessary. If they were going to do this, they were going to do it his way. He drove to the scene with his music loud enough that talking would be a pain in the ass, and the thing had still tried to make conversation. Hank would have turned into oncoming traffic if he was certain this thing wouldn’t have tried to stop him. It certainly seemed to have a purpose other than torturing him. “Stay in the car.” He said firmly when they arrived at the scene. “Got it.” It said in a way not too unlike the actual Connor and it made Hank’s stomach twist in disgust. It didn’t actually stay in the car of course, and Hank hadn’t really expected it to. It had it’s orders after all, and so did Hank unfortunately.

Hank took a bitter sort of satisfaction in Ben’s obvious discomfort when he saw it. Whatever comment he had been about to make died and he let them by with a tense nod. Every person on scene that had known the real Connor looked distinctly troubled by the fake; and that had been before it had licked any evidence. Hank passively observed the scene, he wanted to see what this thing was made of. Was his computer brain anything like how the real Connor’s had been? Better? As much as he hated the thing, he was curious how it would stack up against the real thing. The other android self destructed in the end, even with Not-Connor’s unsettling attempt at compassion. Or perhaps because of it. It was something Hank hoped he would never have to see again. By the time they were done for the night, Hank had one question that was weighing on him. “Why do you look this way?” He asked as he gathered his things. “To ensure your cooperation.” Came the flat reply. That was when Hank realized what was wrong; the voice held no emotion to it. The next thing it said was what chilled Hank to the bone, “They figured you wouldn’t want to the cause of your partner’s death for a second time, and it was too soon to use the image of your son.”

Hank wasn’t sure what hurt him more; the blatant manipulation, or that fact that if seeing his dead friend again didn’t hurt him enough CyberLife wouldn’t be above using his son against him. When he made it the parking lot he threw up in a near by trash been. He didn’t remember the drive home, but when he got to the house he made sure to feed Sumo before he grabbed the Black Lamb and his revolver. When darkness finally came for him he didn’t know if it was because he had drank himself into unconsciousness again, or if he had finally won at Russian Roulette. He just hoped he never came out of it. He couldn’t do this.

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years

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Boston Boys [Part Nineteen]

Summary: Chris and Aurelie take a stand against Downey and Scarlett. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1692 Chapter Warnings: Angst, language, physical violence, discussion of criminal activity, pregnancy, gun violence. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

The rest of this fic gets relatively heavy, my friends – this chapter and the two after it. I’m trying to warn as best I can without giving anything away. If you at any point find yourself uncomfortable finishing it, please just don’t finish it. I’m happy to give you the highlights if you want to DM me instead of reading any chapter!

Boston Boys Masterlist

She could hear voices, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying; her hearing aid had been taken and her processor knocked from her head. Her vision was blurred and her body hurt from head to toe. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, she tried to figure out a way out of this, but her jumbled mind couldn’t manage a coherent thought pattern.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when cool, thin fingers lifted her chin. A familiar face grinned down at her and held up a phone.

“Don’t worry,” the voice said, close enough to her right ear for her to understand the words, “your brother was already on his way here. I have no doubts that he’ll be anxious to save his precious sister. You know, sometimes I wonder if he isn’t in love with you himself.”

Aurelie coughed; she tasted blood. The fingers gripped her chin hard before shoving her face away. Darkness slipped in and out again and silence reigned.

Downey’s place was quiet and dark when Chris approached. Working his way in here wasn’t going to be nearly as easy as it had been to break into Scarlett’s place undetected. Ringing the doorbell was not an option.

Going around to the back of the sizeable house, Chris found a window that he could reach and remove the screen from easily. Using skills he had learned when he was very young, Chris jimmied the locked window open and crawled inside. He kept his footsteps soft and stayed alert -- his doubts were high that Scarlett had kept his visit to herself. Of course, he had planned it that way.

The house was mostly dark, but there was a light coming from under the basement door. The sounds of a baseball game floated up the staircase. With a deep breath and renewed determination to end the way things had been going, Chris slowly and silently opened the door and made his way down the steps.

The television was on, two beers were open on the table, but no one was in sight. Moans and groans from one of the rooms in the basement gave away his target’s location. Chris pulled his gun, clicked off the safety, and kept his weapon at the ready. Licking his lips, he pushed open the door to the room and trained his aim on the one person in the room.

“Aurelie?” Chris lowered his gun before tucking it into his waistband. “Oh my God …”

He rushed to the chair she was tied in; the room was otherwise empty. He removed the gag from her mouth and used the knife that had been sheathed at his ankle to cut the zip tie around her wrists. Once her hands were free, she positioned the processor of her implant in place.

“You have to get out of here,” she breathed, “they’re expecting you. They know you’re coming.”

Chris frowned. “They? You know what, don’t worry about it. We have to get you out of here. My bullshit can wait. I’m sorry, Aurie. This was never supposed to --”

“Never supposed to involve her?”

Still propping Aurelie up against him, Chris turned to the voice behind them. Downey was there, in a crisp, navy blue suit. Scarlett was behind him. He could see the marks on her neck -- marks he had caused. She seemed otherwise unfazed by anything that had gone on that evening.

Downey stepped into the room and continued. “You know, when your father, Chris, wanted Aurelie’s mother, I told him to take what he wanted. To do what he had to do to make it his. I guess that advice stuck a little too well -- he got sloppy there at the end. Got himself caught up in the law … well, we all know how that ended, I suppose.”

Chris pursed his lips. “What’s your point, Downey?”

The older man smirked. “He passed that on to you, didn’t he? Taking what you want. Nevermind that you had already ruined that blonde’s life by taking her hostage. You had to have her in your bed, too. Don’t worry -- Scarlett’s got me caught up to everything. I know all about Aurelie’s fling with Krasinski, too. And about the baby.”

“No,” Aurelie groaned. “The baby has nothing to do with this.”

Downey looked back to Scarlett, who took far too much pleasure in presenting her own gun and training it on the siblings.

Whistling as he entered the ER, John stopped at the triage desk and asked them to page Aurelie. He had a bouquet of flowers in one hand. Whatever love sickness had hit him, John didn’t care. He couldn’t wait until the end of her shift to see her.

The triage nurse hung up the phone and smiled up at him. “Charge nurse says you can go back. Dr. Juneau is with a patient, but she should be out soon.”

John grinned his thank you and meandered over to the doors leading back into the ER. The charge nurse waved and motioned to the room where Aurelie was currently treating a patient, promising that the doctor should be out momentarily.

Ten minutes passed and Aurelie was still a no show. The charge nurse realized John was still waiting and offered to go into the room to check on his fiancee’s status for him. When she came back out, she was wide-eyed.

“They’re gone. Both of them.”

John’s heart dropped to his feet. “Who was the patient?”

“I don’t … it was …”

John took her by the upper arms. “Randi, slow down. The patient, what did the patient look like?”

The nurse took a deep breath. “It was a woman, with red hair. She was -- she was sort of beaten up. She asked for Aurelie by name, wouldn’t let anyone else even touch her. She insisted on Aurelie treating her.”

John had a good idea of who that must have been. “Right. Alert security, okay? They’ll take it from there.”

Randi nodded and went to page the security team. John left the flowers on the counter where they were and rushed out of the hospital. He made one phone call before pulling out of the parking lot, speeding toward Downey’s house.

Chris tucked Aurelie behind him. “She’s right. The baby has nothing to do with this. Aurelie has nothing to do with this. She was dragged into it by my father’s selfishness. She was kept in it by mine. You didn’t need to bring her here since you already knew that I was coming.”

Downey sighed, feigning sadness. “I wish it were that simple, I really do. But, you see, whether Aurelie likes it or not, she’s an Evans by marriage and not only has she agreed to marry a Krasinski, she’s having his child. That’s not how things run, that’s now how I run things. The families stay apart.”

“Why?” Chris asked, narrowing his eyes. “To keep you in your place? Perhaps you’re not quite so high and mighty as the front you put on, huh? If the two families joining are enough of a threat that you have to resort to kidnapping and murder to keep your place, maybe you were never quite so high up as you thought.”

For that, Scarlett stepped forward and used the gun in her hand to hit Chris across the face. He fell to all floors, blood dripping from his mouth. He wiped at it and stood again. He pointed to Aurelie.

“Take all the hits you want on me, but you leave Aurelie out of this. Hell, call John, I’m sure --”

“No!” Aurelie exclaimed. “This is on me. I was the one who came clean to John first, who convinced him we could make this work. Don’t call John. Don’t.”

Scarlett rolled her eyes and stepped toward Chris, putting her gun to his temple. “The tables have certainly turned, old friend. You’re both going to die tonight, so you tell me; do you want to put your sister out of her misery, or do you want to die before you have to see me put a bullet in her head?”

Chris swallowed hard. He held his hands up in surrender as he worked his way to his feet. He tried convincing Downey and Scarlett again that this didn’t have to end in anyone’s death, that something could be worked out.

Aurelie felt as though she might vomit. Between the pain of the hits she had taken and the stress of the situation as a whole, she was overwhelmed. She had to get the both of them out of this, before it went any further. With a surge of courage, she took two long strides toward Chris and pulled the gun from his waistband. She pointed it at Downey. In return, Scarlett kicked Chris behind his knee, sending him back to the ground. She held the gun to his head and ordered Aurelie to lower the gun in her hands.

But the doctor shook her head. “No. This is all because of him. My father died right in front of me. I grew up hiding family secrets and pretending like I knew nothing about the things that Robbie Evans did. I’ve been exiled from the family for years because you taught that man to take what he wanted, and my family believed I was the one who turned him in!”

Downey smirked. “Oh, yeah, no. That was me.”

Angry tears rolled down her cheeks. Aurelie shook her head. She could have screamed she was so angry; this was never what her life was supposed to be. Sirens sounded in the distance, growing louder by the second. The authorities knew what was happening and they were coming to the scene. If she didn’t act now, Downey would smooth talk his way out of things, the way he always did. Her status at MassGen would likely excuse her from any suspicion, but Chris would be locked away, just as his father had been.

“This ends now!” Aurelie yelled.

Seconds later, as police forced their way into Downey’s front door, two gunshots rang out from the basement.

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lullabieswrappedinlies · 4 years

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Boston Boys [Part Nineteen]

Boston Boys Masterlist

She didn’t know how much time had passed when cool, thin fingers lifted her chin. A familiar face grinned down at her and held up a phone.

Aurelie coughed; she tasted blood. The fingers gripped her chin hard before shoving her face away. Darkness slipped in and out again and silence reigned.

“Aurelie?” Chris lowered his gun before tucking it into his waistband. “Oh my God …”

“You have to get out of here,” she breathed, “they’re expecting you. They know you’re coming.”

Chris frowned. “They? You know what, don’t worry about it. We have to get you out of here. My bullshit can wait. I’m sorry, Aurie. This was never supposed to --”

“Never supposed to involve her?”

Chris pursed his lips. “What’s your point, Downey?”

“No,” Aurelie groaned. “The baby has nothing to do with this.”

Downey looked back to Scarlett, who took far too much pleasure in presenting her own gun and training it on the siblings.

The triage nurse hung up the phone and smiled up at him. “Charge nurse says you can go back. Dr. Juneau is with a patient, but she should be out soon.”

“They’re gone. Both of them.”

John’s heart dropped to his feet. “Who was the patient?”

“I don’t … it was …”

John took her by the upper arms. “Randi, slow down. The patient, what did the patient look like?”

John had a good idea of who that must have been. “Right. Alert security, okay? They’ll take it from there.”

“Take all the hits you want on me, but you leave Aurelie out of this. Hell, call John, I’m sure --”

“No!” Aurelie exclaimed. “This is on me. I was the one who came clean to John first, who convinced him we could make this work. Don’t call John. Don’t.”

Downey smirked. “Oh, yeah, no. That was me.”

“This ends now!” Aurelie yelled.

Seconds later, as police forced their way into Downey’s front door, two gunshots rang out from the basement.

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lunanightingaleart · 4 years

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“I Wanna Be Free” (A Yancy Fanfic)

Start With Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Visiting Day

“Merrisa, where did those bruises come from?”

“Oh, this? I fell on my jog in the park, completely spaced on tying my left shoe and I tripped right there in front of everyone, so embarrassing.” Addison stared at her best friend, wishing to trust her words, but finding a gut feeling speaking loudly.

“Meri, that doesn’t look like you just fell. You’ve got one scare in the jaw, and...aren’t you hot? You’re wearing long sleeves and it’s like 85 degrees out here.”

“Not really, you know I’m always cold. Besides, this is his jacket~! It’s so comfy and smells like him, I just couldn’t bring myself to take it off.” She stared at Merissa, chewing her lip with an exhale of her nose.

“Alright, but you promise you’d tell me if anything was going on right?”

“Aw come on Willow~ You know I’d never hide anything from you~” With every visit there was a noticeable change in Merissa. Whether it be she grew quieter, or flinched at any sudden loud noise, or sudden movement towards her. The visits grew further apart, until Addison got text messages constantly about rescheduling their hangouts. One night, Addison had enough and decided she was going to go and give Merissa a surprise visit to her and her fiance’s home. She had her best friend’s favorite food inside of her bag, along with Addi’s birthday pocket knife she got from Merissa. Just in case, she grabbed a second one on her way out in case of emergencies. She figured she wouldn’t need it, but a part of her did feel a tight lump in her stomach. She figured it was just her worrying about her best friend. Upon walking up to her friend’s door, she sent a text message to her.

‘Hey girl, you home?’ As she waited for her to answer, she heard muffled screaming from the inside. At first, she figured it was just the television, but the tightness in her stomach didn’t stop. Checking the door, she noticed it wasn’t locked, and went inside to check. She figured if it was nothing, the worst that would happen is Merissa would give her a stern talking to for just entering without any warning. Addison followed the sound and found it was coming from their bedroom. It didn’t sound loving in the slightest, much more like they were at each other’s throats. A large crashing sound startled her, and she ran to the door quickly.

“Stupid Bitch! Next time I say something, you listen! Worthless, you’re lucky I’m marrying you. No one else would even give you a second glance, and here I am giving you a place to live and a ring on your finger! You should be praising me!” She heard Merissa scream, and Addison ripped the door open.

“Meri!” Her friend was on the floor, wearing nothing but a tank top and underwear. Her entire body was covered in bruises old and new, and the floor was scattered in broken glass from the mirror and picture frames scattered across the room. Her fiance was standing above her, gripping a chunk of her hair and now looking to Addison with rage.

“Who the hell let you in!? Get the fuck out of my house!” Addison didn’t move, looking to Merissa who had tears streaming down her face.

“It’s fine Willow, just forget you saw anything. Okay?”

“Meri…”

“Listen to your friend, otherwise I’ll have you arrested for breaking and entering.” Addison felt something in her chest; heavy heartbeats in her head as she began to see everything in red. Dropping her opened bag on the ground, she went on a rampage. It all became a blur, screams filling the home.

“Addison stop! STOP IT!” She could hear her friend begging, but she couldn’t bring herself to. This man deserved everything that was coming to him. She finally stopped when she heard police sirens outside. Underneath her was a barely conscious bloody and bruised man. His arm was twisted in a way that had to be shattered, his nose was not only bent in a weird way, but was blue and bloodied. Looking to her hands, she was holding the pocket knife Merissa had given her for her birthday. It was covered in blood, along with her skin. Slowly crawling off the body, she dropped the knife to the ground and looked to Merissa, who only whimpered in the corner looking to her with fear.

“Police! Get down! Put your hands where I can see them!” The blue and red lights flooded her vision as she felt her face hit the floor. She closed her eyes in defeat, only to suddenly open them again. She woke from her dream, staring at the bottom of the bunk bed. It’s been a few weeks since she entered the state penitentiary, and she was starting to get sick of it. Sure it was better than what she imagined a jail would be, but after a few weeks it was really getting old. She wanted to walk in the park near her home, or go to the little coffee shop next to the botanical garden. She just...missed her home.

“Hey Addi, hurry it up.” She glanced over to find Tiny standing at her cell door.

“Today’s visiting day.” Once she slipped on her prison shirt loosely over her tank top, Addison walked out with Tiny to the courtyard. She had to admit, the only thing that kept her sane in this place was The Family. Bam Bam weirded her out with the amount of shives he had on standby, or how many guards he’d stab with them, but otherwise he seemed alright. She really didn’t drink anything from Hank’s toilet, as despite everything she couldn’t bring herself to go anywhere near that damn toilet. But Tiny and Jimmy The Pickle were alright. Turns out Jimmy is actually a sweetheart, just has a short fuse with idiots. Out of everyone she had to admit her favorite was Yancy. He was a total Broadway nerd, loved dancing and humming.

“There she is~!” Speaking of Yancy. Addison turned only to have an arm suddenly wrap around her shoulders. She was being noogied, and her natural response was to grab the hand, twist it, and flip the body over herself onto the ground. A couple of the prisoners gasped as Yancy was now on the ground, coughing as his spine hit the ground. He suddenly grinned and let out a chuckle.

“Whoa, feisty~”

“Sorry, don’t sneak up on me like that.” She offered her hand to him to help him up. With her help he got up with a big grin.

“How youse liking it here? Pretty good, huh?” She gave a soft smile.

“Oh, yeah, it’s pretty good here. No wonder you don’t want to leave.” He nudged her smiling.

“So youse get it~! Took youse long enough, eh?” She rolled her eyes. She couldn’t tell him she wanted to leave. The guy was so dead set on staying in prison for the rest of his life, that and...she didn’t wanna see that smile ever leave his face.

“So today’s visiting day?” His eyes clouded a bit, but he kept the smile on his face.

“Oh, hah, yeah. A fews of us get visits every third sunday. It’s...pretty great.” He stared at the ground for a second, before looking around and then back up at Addi.

“So what about youses? Youse got someone comin to visits you?” It shouldn’t have sunk so deep with her what he said, but for a good moment, she felt fear slowly run through her. Did she? Who would come and visit her? Would Merissa? Was she afraid of her after what she did? Did she hate her?

“I...I don’t know.” Her voice grew soft, glancing at the ground as they entered the courtyard.

“Hey...It’s okays.” Yancy slowly set his hand on her shoulder, shaking her slightly with a friendly nod.

“Youse always got us.” Yancy’s words gave her a soft comfort, which relaxed her shoulders. The whole family went to the courtyard, and some immediately went to shoot some hoops. Addison sat back and just stared at the sky, watching the clouds roll by. She listened to a few names get called through, and noticed Yancy didn’t seem to even bother listening. He was doing the same thing she was, just staring at the clouds.

“Hey Yancy, you’ve never told me what you're in here for.” The smallest flinch grabbed her attention, and she noticed his eyes darken.

“That’s...a very difficult topic. Youses got no clue what I’ve dones to get here.” She leaned forward a bit, staring up at him.

“Well its prison, try me.” He sighed softly.

“...I murdered my parents. Theys weren’t bad people, my ma was very coddling and caring. My dad didn’t understand my loves for musicals and why funny accent, but he wasn’t a bads guy. Well there was an incident, and one night I went and had…a momentary relapse in judgements. I remember suddenly both of thems dead, and the police barging through the door. Well, since then I’ve been here. So, this is home.” She stared towards Yancy with a shocked expression.

“...Look, I’m not going to say it wasn’t your fault or that you didn’t do anything bad, because you did, but I will say you’re doing good for being here.” He looked to her with a soft expression.

“You’re atoning for what you did, and instead of trying to be in denial and saying you’re innocent, you know you’ve done wrong. That’s the best I think you can do in that sort of situation.” He smiled brightly.

“Exactly! See? That’s exactly why I’m not trying t’ leave this place. I still have a lots to atone for befores I could ever consider being out there.” Yancy almost seemed relaxed now that he told Addison what he was thinking. Slowly resting her hand on Yancy’s arm, she smiled softly

“It’s fine to atone for what you’ve done, just...make sure you aren't afraid of the world out there. It’s not as scary as you think.” He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head while still looking to the ground.

“Addison Willow, you got a visitor.” She flinched and then quickly got up. She had a visitor, really? Looking to Yancy, he smiled and gestured for her to go, and she did just that. Entering the room she paused for a moment, slowly going over to the chair and seeing Merissa sitting there. She picked up the phone slowly.

“...Hey, you came to see me?” Merissa looked to the side, and sighed.

“Yeah, look I know you were protecting me, but you really scared me back there. I mean, Willow you stabbed him! You broke his arm, and his nose, and he could’ve died!”

“Well you could’ve died! That fucker was beating you Meri, he could’ve seriously killed you!”

“But he didn’t!”

“That’s not an excuse!” She slammed her hand down on the table. Sighing, Addison forced herself to calm down.

“Look, I know I shouldn’t have taken it to such extremes...but I don’t deny that he had it coming. I’m...gonna be in here for a while. You can hate me if you want...but that bastard deserves what I did to him.” They sat in silence for a bit, before Merissa sighed.

“I don’t...hate you. I could never hate you Willow. Just...please, behave while you're here. Maybe they’ll give you parole on good behavior?” Addi scoffed.

“I wish I could get out of here faster. I’ll see you next visiting day?”

“You betcha, love you bestie.” She hung up, and went back into the courtyard. Looking around, Addi noticed Yancy was gone.

“Hey, Sparkles. Where’s Yance?”

“Oh, he doesn’t really get visitors. He probably went back to his cell.” It never occurred to her that he might not get any visitors. He was alone on Visiting day? Well, that can’t happen. She thanked Sparkles, and then quickly went back into the prison.

“Now just where are you going?” Murder-Slaughter asked friendly.

“I had my visit already, and I’m kinda tired. I’d love to go back to my cell.”

“Well alright, just as long as you promise to behave.”

“Wouldn’t dream of misbehaving sir.” She got back into the Prison, slowly looking around before heading towards the cells. She wondered if Yancy was doing okay by himself, maybe he just wanted to be alone. That’s when she heard it, his singing voice echoing through the halls.

“The outside world recoils in fear, Thinking if they slip up, they'll get locked up in here. You're killing yourself to make ends meet, while I'm workin' on my tan and kicking up my feet.” Following the voice, she noticed he sounded almost melancholic. She silently walked towards his cell, listening to him sing his own song. Peeking slowly, she saw his back towards her. He was sitting on his bed and kicking his foot off the side of the bed.

“I got a trash pedigree, but in here I'm bourgeoisie. I never think about the world beyond, then I'd recall how I killed my mom. No! I don't wanna be free! Not the life for me, No! I don't wanna be…” He suddenly stopped, turning his head and noticing Addison standing there.

“Hey, watchu’s doin out here?” His voice was drained of any joy that he usually had. Addison slowly walked into his cell.

“Visiting hours are almost over, I...I heard you didn’t...that you don’t get…”

“Visitors? Who would come visits me? I did a lot of bad things after all.” Addison walked over and slowly sat on his bed.

“...I liked our song. You’ve got a nice singing voice.” His eyes slowly went up and met Addison’s.

“Hey, thanks...I’ve been trying to revise it with your name in the song. Since youses part of the family now.”

“You don’t have to, but...I would love to hear the whole song come together.” He broke a small smile out, nodding.

“I could teach youes the dance. What do ya says?” Addison slowly rubbed her neck.

“I’m not...a good dancer. I’ve got two left feet.”

“That don’t stop the others~ How’s about I teach ya’s?” Her cheeks turned pink.

“Teach me? How to dance?”

“Why not?” For the rest of the time they had, Addison and Yancy chatted together about whatever they could think of. It seemed the two successfully broke a few walls down, and relaxed amongst each other. However, once lunch was one, the two were escorted to the cafeteria, where the rest of the family seemed to smile in their direction and then go back to their lunches. Yancy looked to Addi with that bright grin on his features again.

“So’s….Lunch?”

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