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donablue · 3 years

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anto is busy sending out a last minute text when k starts calling out and pulls over. it's routine by now, a quick cash grab that requires a hostage or two, so he stays put, still intent on his phone, and lets ramee get out to corral their soon-to-be hostage into the seat next to him, phony accent in full force. it's only when he hears a familiar voice hastily replying, "alright now, i'll come with, can– whatever you need, boss," that his head snaps up, gaze immediately catching on the bright blue hawaiian shirt.

his stomach drops.

"jesus, mary, and joseph," he mutters to himself and clambers out.

if she were to find out about it, groggers would never let him hear the end of it. even worse, she'd never forgive him if anything were to happen to her precious troy.

he can't take that chance.

there's really no other option except to stride over to ramee, shove his gun aside, and ignore his protests in order to hiss at him to get back into the car.

"not him. shut up and get back inside, we'll get someone else. just– not this one, alright?"

the lack of a put-on accent combined with his tone must be serious enough that ramee bites his tongue for the moment, apart from a stray "what the fuck?" and climbs back into the car with what's obviously a suspicious glance at him despite the mask he's wearing.

as soon as they're the only ones on the sidewalk, anto grabs troy by the bicep and drags him away from the car, keenly aware of the eyes on them and pointedly ignoring the sputtering protests from the other man. he shoves troy far enough away that he's reasonably sure they won't be heard before he releases him and tugs his balaclava up enough to reveal his face despite his every instinct telling him to keep his face concealed.

"not a word of this to groggers, alright? you don't breathe a word of this to her," he demands, steamrolling over troy's confused "anto?"

glancing over his shoulder at the waiting car, anto gives troy a shove to the shoulder for good measure and moves in to whisper harshly, "the fuck are you doing out here by yourself anyway?"

troy's gaze tracks his glance towards the car before flicking back to him, and everything about him radiates confused gratitude. "my car broke down, i was just–"

"fuck's sake. i don't give a shit," anto groans, digging into his pockets for a repair kit and shoving it into troy's chest when he finds it. "leg it out of here, yeah? and get a strap," he finds himself saying, "unless you plan on letting anyone take you hostage."

"i have a gun," troy protests, kit clutched to his chest. "my first instinct isn't to pull it on someone, though."

anto stares at him. this is the guy that beat him in a duel. not for the first time, he's disappointed in himself.

shaking his head, anto shoves the other man back in the direction he's pretty sure he came from. "crack on, then. next time, keep posy with you, she's got better instincts than you could ever hope for."

troy flashes him a wan smile, mumbling, "yeah, guess you're right," and anto rears back, making a disgusted noise in the back of his throat and hastily averting his eyes.

he leaves troy there without a second glance, shouldering his way back into the car as he roughly tugs his balaclava back into place and ignores the curious and borderline accusatory stares he knows are trained on him both directly and through the rear-view mirror as they peel away from the curb.

they make it ten seconds down the street before ramee cracks. "so was that your boyfriend or did you go soft on us?"

"fuck off. there's plenty of other people we can take, yeah? that one's... off-limits."

the teasing will be never-ending, he knows it. there's no easy way to explain the situation he's wrapped up in with grognak, how she has him trapped in a perpetual state of check, unable, and unwilling, to get far enough away to declare himself safe from her inevitable wrath should anything happen to troy because of him.

those thoughts get pushed aside in favour of a deliberate laser focus when he spots a new candidate in the distance and smacks k and ramee's shoulders to alert them to their new target.

there's a split second of hoping that his repair kit was enough to get troy's car moving off the street before he ruthlessly blocks that train of thought off and leaps out of the car just as it rolls to a stop.

#tranto #kinda?#maybe?#dont mind me im just thinking abt anto being accidentally n begrudgingly protective of troy #donablue.exe

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