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imladris-soldier · 4 years

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Lashes (pt 19)

Bill Williamson is a racist asshole. Everyone knows it. They just punch him and go on about their day. When a Lakota woman joins the gang, everyone expects things to go on as normal, slurs and all, and for a time, it does. But her curiosity gets the better of her, and she finds that hatred is something learned - which means it can be unlearned, if given time, care, and patience. And she has plenty of those… the first two, anyway.

Bill Williamson x OC

The mood around camp stayed tense over the next two days while Hosea and Dutch debated the bank job. The anticipation of that, on top of the lingering ice from the fight, kept things subdued and awkward. Star felt as though every one of her muscles were taut to their breaking point more often than not and soon took to arrow-making to occupy her time and take out her emotions on some unsuspecting wood. Charles provided her with endless feathers as he spent his time away from camp entirely, and he always brought back hunted birds to feed her new habit.

Bill kept quiet about the fact that he was protecting his lover, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was doing, sitting at her side with a gun near at hand. She felt better with him close, and every time Micah's eyes even slightly drifted in her direction, Bill would be reaching for his rifle. While she knew she would soon move past her altercation with the man and lose the lingering feeling of vulnerability, it was helpful to feel safe in the meantime.

Late one afternoon, Hosea began making rounds, announcing that the bank robbery was going ahead in the morning. As he approached Star and Bill, Arthur tagged along behind him. “Dutch says to get some rest,” the white-haired man told them. “We're movin' on Saint Denis in the mornin'. That said, Star... I was hopin' you might agree to stay behind at camp.”

“Why?” Bill demanded.

“'Cuz we need good fightin' folk to stay with those who ain't comin' along. Mrs. Adler will be stayin', and I was hopin' you might too. Whadda ya say?”

Star paused the monotonous movement of her knife against the stick in her hand to think. She could feel Bill's eyes on her, knowing well that he would prefer she go with him, but what did she know of robbing banks? She'd barely been involved in the Valentine job, and perhaps she had pushed her luck far enough by attending the mayor's party in town.

“I'll stay, Hosea. Seems like the best fit.”

He clapped his hands together, smiling. “Excellent. I'll leave you to it.”

As Hosea walked off, Arthur joined the pair around their small fire. “Appreciate ya bein' willing to stay,” he told her. “I know ya like to be in the thick of things.”

She offered him a smile before going back to her work. “I dunno. I'm a bit out of my depth here.”

“Nah. But I, for one, will feel better knowin' them that's stayin' has you and Sadie lookin' out for 'em. You are both mighty women.”

“Thanks, Arthur.”

As she scraped her knife against the wood, Star glanced at Bill out of the corner of her eye. He was slumped slightly in apparent disappointment, and he seemed to be mulling over some words to say, though he also seemed unwilling to speak them with Arthur present. After a moment, he cleared his throat and quietly asked, “Arthur, can I get a minute alone with my wife?”

Star's movements slowed immediately to a stop as Bill's question rattled around in her head. There was something intoxicating and dangerous about hearing him call her his own in such a way.

“Sure,” Arthur replied, lumbering to his feet and knocking the dust off his jeans. “I'll see you two in the mornin'. Get some sleep.”

He left them, and Star sighed, sitting aside her project to devote her attention to Bill. He was fiddling with one of the patches on his pants, tugging at the haphazard sewing. She waited patiently for him to start, and began weaving together a small crown of grass in the meantime.

“I... I know I ain't exactly made myself clear on... well... seein' as how sometimes I want you to stay home and sometimes I'm draggin' ya out there in the middle of shit. I just don't want ya to think... I know you're a good shot and all. I know you can take care of yourself. But, ya know, it's like you said. We watch each others backs, but we can only do that together. I-I-I'd just feel better... havin' you with me. That's all.”

Star nodded, taking some time to think on that. Her fingers worked at the grass in her hands, twisting it into a long rope that left behind a slight green stain. “You realize I would be a liability, don't you? I've never robbed a bank. Not properly.”

“Don't mean you ain't good at it,” he replied with a slight smile. “Ain't seen much you can't do.”

A small laugh skittered out of her. “Now, now. Compliments will not change my mind. Hosea was right to ask me to stay. I'll be of more use here looking after everyone. We have the rest of our lives for me to look after you.”

Something about that seemed to take a weight from Bill's shoulders. He smiled at the ground. “Guess that's right. Didn't think of it that way.”

“Besides, you know I'll be with you in spirit.” She crawled to him, placing her grass rope around his head before tapping his chest. “Right here. If you get into a tight spot, just ask yourself what I would do. And then... depending on the situation, perhaps do the exact opposite.”

Bill laughed, grabbing her waist and pulling her atop him as he laid back in the grass. She shrieked playfully, laughing with him. From her position above him, she pressed her nose to his. “You'll be ok. Everything is going to be ok. And when it's over, we'll be headed for a tropical paradise where the only things we'll have to worry about are sea monsters and sunburns.”

She said it for her own benefit as much as his. With the way things had been going, it was impossible not to worry and doubt, but doing so brought down the wrath of Dutch who was just so damned sure of himself and his dream. Star wanted to believe in him and the future he spoke of, but there were so many unknowns. When this job was finally out of the way, perhaps they would finally have some direction.

The pair spent the night close together, turning in early though neither found sleep so easily. After some tossing and turning, they both gave up. Bill took a comb to Star's dark locks and tried to practice his braiding. Charles had shown him some time ago, but he was still struggling to get it down. Fine motor skills weren't exactly his forte. Still, it was comforting for Star to feels his fingers in her hair, even if they occasionally pulled. He apologized every time.

As the sky began to turn grey, Star's anxiety grew. Despite knowing that it was best for her to stay, she wanted to go and watch her man's back. Hell, she wanted to watch everyone's back. Her single trip to Saint Denis was enough for her to know that it wasn't going to be easy getting out of there. Winding streets made for too many places that pursuers could bottleneck them in or cut them off.

When the camp began to stir, Star helped Bill dress in his suit, unable to keep a snicker to herself. “What?” he asked, turning to and fro, trying to find what she was laughing at.

“Nothing. It's just... was that the only fabric you could find?

“What's wrong with it?”

She appraised the plaid suit, leaning her chin into her hand. “I mean... nothing, really. It's just a bit... chaotic.” His hair was a bushy mess too, as usual, adding to the frazzled look. “Come here.” She grabbed some pomade and coated her comb in it before dragging it through his hair until it laid down into something resembling respectable. “Better.”

“I ain't tryin' to get a job at the bank, I'm tryin' to rob the damn thing,” he retorted, though not without amusement and warmth.

“You gotta get in the place first, and they're not going to let you within a mile looking like a vagrant who's had too much cocaine.”

“Now, that's just unkind.”

She laughed and wrapped her arms around his torso. “I'm only joking. You look fine.”

He sighed, twisting his arms around her shoulders. “Still wish you was comin' with me.”

“I am, remember? Right here.” She tapped his chest again. “Besides, you'll be back before sundown, and then we'll be outta here. No more gators and buzzing bugs. Paradise.”

“Right. Mangoes. All that.”

“Exactly. So go on. The sooner you go, the sooner we leave this place.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips, and for a moment, Star wondered if this is what normal couples felt like. Just a wife sending her husband off to work with the dream of a better future. Of course, normal jobs didn't seem quite so harrowing.

They made their way outside where the camp was bustling with activity. Everyone was dressed sharply and mounting up or climbing atop a wagon. Star escorted Bill to the wagon he would be driving, though as she stood there, Charles squeezed her shoulder on his way by and Arthur pat her back with a reassuring smile. She gave them both smiles, then handed Bill's rifle up to him.

“So,” Hosea called, “we rob ourselves a bank, and within six weeks we're living life anew in a tropical idyll, spending the last of our days as banana farmers! Let's get the hell outta this place and rob ourselves a bank!”

With a clamor of whoops and hollers, nearly half the gang rode out of camp, kicking up dust. Just as they disappeared through the trees, Dutch's voice floated back. “This is it, gentlemen! The last one!”

And just like that, Shady Belle fell quiet once more, leaving those left behind with nothing more to do but wait. Ms. Grimshaw made half an effort to convince people to pack up so that they'd be ready to move when it was all said and done, but she didn't take to it with her usual vigor. Everyone was worried, but hopeful.

Star and Sadie kept an eye on the borders of camp, each taking patrol of either side. Without really realizing it at first, Star picked the eastern edge of camp so that she could stare in the direction of Saint Denis as she paced. Of course, for a long while, such an endeavor seemed useless, but when an explosion carried through the air, and a distant pillar of smoke became visible, it no longer felt so.

Ms. Grimshaw came to stand with her, staring in the direction of the smoke. “Must be Hosea's distraction. He is quite the showman.”

Star smiled softly. “You wouldn't guess it just from looking at him.”

“No,” the older woman agreed, “but I have known him for a very long time. He enjoys an artful distraction.” She paused, eyeing Star with a perception that smacked of a mother's. “Don't you worry yourself. They'll be alright. This ain't their first rodeo.”

A small chuckled found its way out of Star's tense frame. “No, I suppose it's not. It's all just kinda new for me, you know? I've only been with you all for a few months, and sometimes I forget the reputation the Van Der Linde Gang had prior to Blackwater going south. Even I had heard a tale or two of your exploits.”

“That right?”

She nodded. “I'm from farther north than you guys ever roamed, but stories travel. Of course, they change every time someone tells it too.”

“Ain't that the truth,” Ms. Grimshaw laughed. “Well, I'll leave ya to your work. Whenever you get hungry, Mr. Pearson made some oatmeal this mornin'.”

“Thank you, Ms. Grimshaw.”

When Star was left alone again, she turned her attentions back to the swamp. The only threat she could see was the monstrous creatures that lurked in the mud and hissed at anything that got too close, but they didn't seem particularly interested in raiding the place. The O'Driscolls seemed to have learned their lesson and stayed away, though they'd done damage enough by taking Kieran. Deep down, Star was looking forward to getting away from here – away from all the bad memories.

Morning turned to afternoon, and as that began to drag on, the fragile confidence that had hung over the camp began to dissipate. Star abandoned her post to find Sadie who was standing near the entrance of the camp, gazing into the trees.

“Don't you think they should've been back by now?” the Lakota woman murmured, trying to keep her voice low enough so that her concerns would not infect the others.

“From what Arthur told me about the plan... yeah. Maybe they just got held up.”

“Maybe. Had to take the long way back to shake followers or something. Still... we should probably get everyone ready to move, in case we need to make a quick exit.”

“Right. I'll see to that. You stay here. Keep an eye out. Holler if you see anything.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Sadie headed into the heart of camp, hurrying people along with the packing. Most of the equipment was good to go, but there were some lingering tasks to be done. Normally, Star would have expected to hear one of the girls grumbling about it, but no one did. The stakes were too high. Even Reverend Swanson had taken to loading things onto wagons.

Afternoon took a turn towards evening, and Star's chest grew tighter as the sky grew darker. The shadows between the trees were becoming harder to see through. The camp behind her was eerily quiet, almost as if they were all straining to hear any sign of the bank party.

When she could no longer see more than fifty yards in front of her, Star pulled back to camp. “Mr. Pearson,” she called quietly to the cook. “Keep the fires small.”

He nodded, but then asked, “Why does it feel like we're expecting to be attacked?”

“Because we don't know what's coming. They should've been back by now. For all we know, the next riders through those trees could be Pinkertons. Let's not give anyone more cause to find us than we must.”

“Star,” Sadie called, waving her over to a secluded spot by the porch.

She jogged to join her friend, and they huddled together in discussion. “Sadie, something isn't right.”

“I agree. We might wanna consider movin' camp.”

“To where? Nobody thought up a contingency plan if everything went pear-shaped.”

“I know, I know,” Sadie sighed, squeezing the bridge of her nose. “Just don't feel safe, stayin' here.”

“You're right. It doesn't.”

In the distance, little Jack asked, “Miss Mary-Beth, where's momma?”

Star and Sadie glanced over to find Mary-Beth's eyes on them as she answered, “Don't you worry about your momma and daddy. They'll be back soon.”

A slight rain had begun to fall, adding absolutely nothing positive to the mood of the place. “What do we do?” Star whispered, almost rhetorically.

Just then, she caught movement in the trees at the entrance of camp. She ran out, gun raised and shouted, “Who goes there?”

“Charles and Abigail!” her chosen brother's voice called back.

The camp burst into noise as everyone rushed the pair who had arrived alone and on foot. “Where is everyone? What's happened?” Ms. Grimshaw cried.

“It went bad,” Charles replied as Abigail rushed forward to pull Jack into her arms. “Pinks and cops everywhere. Hosea's dead. Lenny too.”

Mary-Beth gasped and Karen sighed, “Jesus.”

“John got cuffed and taken away. We don't know where.”

“What about the others?” Pearson asked.

“When I left 'em, Dutch, Bill, Javier, Arthur, and Micah were going to sneak on board one of the docked ships in the harbor. Don't know which one. Don't know where they are or where they're going. It's... it's just us.”

Everyone stood in shocked, grieving silence. Star turned her gaze back towards Saint Denis, fighting the desperate burn of tears around her eyes. I should have gone with him.

“We need to move camp,” Sadie announced decisively. “They're probably lookin' for the rest of us. We got everything pretty well packed, but we gotta find somewhere to go. Me and Charles will ride out in the morning to find a place. Star, you'll stay here to keep an eye on things, and when we find somewhere, we'll come get everyone.”

There were quiet murmurs of agreement and comprehension before what was left of the Van Der Linde gang slowly dissipated to find what sleep and comfort they could.

Charles came to Star, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?” he asked, his dark eyes watching her own as she gazed out into the darkness.

“No,” she whispered, her lip quivering. “But I'm not gonna let them see that. Somebody's gotta be strong for these people, and it's gonna have to be me and you and Sadie and Ms. Grimshaw. Otherwise none of us are going to make it.”

“I know,” he sighed. “But maybe they'll be back sooner than...”

“It doesn't matter what may happen. We need to proceed like they're never coming back. Because they just as surely might die wherever it is they're going. We can't rest all our hopes and actions on assumptions that they're coming back. They might as well be dead.”

“Star... he's not dead. Not yet.”

She turned to him, eyes sparkling with tears. “And maybe tomorrow he will be. He's not here. None of them are here. And we have to function without them. So there's no use holding onto hope. Hope has forsaken us.”

With that, she turned and stalked off into the night, unable to bring herself to go to the tent she and Bill shared. Instead, she made her way through the house, up the stairs to the Arthur's room. For a while she stood staring out of the broken window across from the door, then she moved around the room, examining Arthur's belongings. Each one she placed into her satchel. Whether he came back or not, she didn't want to leave them sitting around.

As the exhaustion of the previous sleepless night crashed down on her, Star curled up on Arthur's cot and cried herself to sleep, vowing that in the morning the tears would stop. When she rose the next day, she would be the protector the gang needed her to be. But for tonight, she would mourn her friends and send a hapless, hopeless prayer to the universe to keep the man she loved safe.

#my writing #Red Dead Redemption #Red Dead Redemption 2 #Bill Williamson x oc #bill williamson #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan #susan grimshaw #simon pearson #sadie adler #charles smith #lashes #the long awaited return of my epic lol #god it's been so long #I missed these fools

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criminalslovefiction · 7 years

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The Mad Assasin

Chapter Two : Two Plans, Two Goals. : Fakes

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Gavins Point of View

Well fuck my ass. Okay, okay. It’s gonna be okay. Just wait for Geoff to start explaining his plan and the fear will subside… bollocks no it won’t.

“Now, for those just joining us here’s the jist. We are trying to recruit The Vagabond, the only way we can do it is for The Cock Bites to put a price on Gavin's head and have him go after our Golden Boy. Top priority is safety over getting the Vagabond. Got it?” Geoff said in a quick burst, he seemed kind excited. Gavin looked around and saw a mix of emotions on everyone's faces as Geoff continued.

“I have a general plan or idea of what to do,” He held up a smaller folder to the entire group, “but as you know I need my whole crew's help to work out an entire plan. My ideas so far are pretty simple to follow.” He hands a paper to each one of us, Gavin started to skim mine as he starts explaining, “Of course, we will need Golden Fuck over here to screw around with The Cock Bites, ya know, blow up a few transports, hack into their accounts, fuck up a few heists. We need to make it look like you are completely pissing them off with your antics. Which shouldn’t be hard considering he’s done it enough times.” He turns his gaze pointedly at Gavin, slight annoyance and playful accusation in his stare.

“Alright, look here, I was just havin’ a laugh when I shot those fireworks at the truck. I had no idea that the truck would explode or that the truck had over a million bucks alright.” I could hear how defensive I sounded, but hey you know what it’s true. I was just having fun. At least Geoff was there after he hear the explosion and paid them back for what they lost...Okay maybe I shouldn’t have done that.

Geoff just rolled his eyes at Gavin, “Well, Gav, I’m gonna need you to do that again, and again and maybe like four other annoying tasks that could warrant a hit on you. This way the Vagabond just thinks that they’re annoyed of your shit, and take the hit for like...what? You think he’ll take about 6 Mil. for Gavin alive?” Gavin had felt a weird warmth in his chest. He thought I was worth 6 Million dollars. Aww, I was sure he would only go to one million.

Gain gave him a warm smile and he started to snicker because, never the less, he was putting a price on his head and all Gavin did was smile happily at him... Fuck it, I’m still god damn flattered.

“Geoffrey?” A random thought entered Gavin’s mind.

Should I really ask though? I mean I already called for him I suppose, and hey it’s important to me… I wonder if it’ll get me trouble? I mean this is a serious discussion. Though I should be able to ask whatever the bloody hell I want to ask since my heads on the line. I wonder how much someone would pay for my head on a literal line. Like would someone pay for a Golden boy head necklace thing or-

Though Gavin’s train of thought was interrupted by Geoff giving a few large and over dramatic coughs to catch attention back back to him. Gavin quirked his left eyebrow in question to see what he wants.

He gives an exasperated look, “Don’t give me that look, you called my name, the fuck do you want?”

Oh yea I forgot, “Haha sorry, I got lost thinking about how much someone would pay for a necklace of my head. Anyways, how much do I get to spend on blowing up The Cock Bites shit?” There were burst of laughter from around the table, Michaels was the loudest. “Wot? It’s a legitimate question.” Everyone except Gavin, Geoff and Jack were losing their shit.

Jack put a hand up to Geoff before he could either make an annoyed retort or answer the question. “Wait, how the fuck did spending money on blowing shit up turn into head necklaces?” Well…

“I mean it’s not that odd, we talked about how much I was worth and price of my head.”

“OKAY! Back onto the fucking topic at hand. Gavin. You will have one, all the explosives we have available in the building so use those first. Two, $5,000 spending cash for whatever extra trouble you want to cause. Finally, number three, you have Michael to cause havoc with.”

Gavin and Michael go out of both of our chairs and high-fives across the table, “Yeah! Got my boi!”

“Fuck yeah you got me boi, I AM the god damn explosions expert. I need to make sure you don’t blow yourself up again!” ...That was one bloody time.

“Yeah Vav, you kind of need to be alive so we can send a murder happy sociopath after your ass!” Gavin turned to Ray and saw a shit-eating grin on his face, you were the one who bet me to blow it up you bloke and thanks for the reminder about having to be bait for one of the most creatively fucked up people in all of Los Santos.

“Oh whatever X-Ray, you shithead. Alright, what happens after the hit Geoff?” Might as well get this show on the road. Get it all over with quickly and hope that I don’t get god damn killed.

“Well, you are already the only one of us who saunters through the city without care since your stupidly overconfident. So, continue with that. Apparently he likes to watch his targets for several weeks before he hits his targets. Hell sometimes he even interacts with them and gets to know them to ‘further his studies,’ but I just think that it’s to fuck with his target like a predator when it plays with it’s prey.”

‘So it’s basically a game of cat and mouse?’

“Yeah basically,” Bollocks, I said that out loud, well at least it wasn’t anything too embarrassing. “However, to make you more of an appealing target you will also have to start staying at your second safe house apartment in MourningWood. Some nights, like after a heist you can clock out here, but on regular nights you need to stay there. Don’t worry either, we’ll set up cameras around the area outside and inside the apartment. I’ll also pay to have a full computer set up there for you so you can still talk with us and practice ...hacking? Or whatever the shit you do without us there.”

...I do more then hacking you sausage, why the fuck does he think I spend so much on equipment if it were just for hacking into a bank, I mea- You know what fuck it. It’s whatever.

“Sounds doable. I mean, I’m shite at shooting, but I can hold my own in hand-to-hand combat though I might need someone nearby or somethin’ like that. While I’m there too I might as well use my time to collect some info on this bloke, I’m also assuming that you’ll want me to start stayin’ there by tomorrow?” Geoff had seemed startled for a moment, a small look of pride on his face at the fact that Gavin was really thinking this thing through and not just messing around like normal. Maybe the good parts of him were really rubbing off on the kid. Maybe.

“We will absolutely have either Michael, Jeremy or Trevor and Ray nearby. I will have Matt, Treyco, Mica and Larry head over to the house as soon as I get a list of supplies from you that you need for the setup of everything and have them put it together. Also, you and Jack need to go shopping for regular essentials to have because there isn’t shit there.”

Geoff gave Gavin a notepad and pen, Let’s see, I’ll need from four to nine monitors depending on room, surge protectors, it might take too much time to build it from scratch so I’ll have them simply buy the computers. Two keyboards, one mouse, cables, and xbox and playstation to keep me busy, a new camera for “surveillance”, a fishing pole so he could ‘catch’ The Vagabond, mini fridge since that’s the room I’ll basically live in and what else…

After the list was complete he handed it over to Trevor who glanced at the list and gave him a roll of his eyes at some of the more ridiculous requests of his. He turned to his crew and motioned his head towards the door to indicate that it was time for them to leave and get everything. They all walked out the door with a small wave from Matt at the end.

When the door was closed off again Jack began to speak, “Alright, so that was pretty much what we had of the plan that we knew was most likely to work. However there is an in between from giving him the contract to capturing him and well, forcefully talking to him about our contract… Okay we are still working the whole capture talk thing out. For now though, you need to know that you will be on your own in the in between. We can run an interference if things get a little heated, but only Jeremy or Ray can since, besides you, no one really knows their true identities. Jeremy always wears shit to ridiculous for anyone to focus on his looks and Ray is always at his perch. So-”

“Ey, hold up, just so you know Vav. I’ve been fucking with you, but you are my best friend and if lays a hand on you that you aren’t comfortable with being there I will be there watching and will shoot him right in the goddamn face. Got it?”

Ray was looking at Gavin intensely as he finished speaking, his normal goofy and annoyed personality was gone. Only his concern for his lifelong friend was left.

Gavin gave a sincere smile to his best friend, they may have fucked around and gave hurtful comments that weren't meant to hurt. Now though, how much they cared for each other was truly shown.

‘Awww X-Ray. That’s so sweet’

Ray’s intense gaze became slightly more relaxed as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, Gavin knew that he accidently spoke aloud and decided to just take it in stride.

“You are the best friend I could have ever gotten X-Ray, of course I’ll give you the normal sign of the shrug and two hands behind my back signal if I feel like he needs to go down alright?” Ray nods his head and his face completely softens at Gavin’s words.

Everyone at the table can’t help themselves from admiring the two best friends. Throughout their entire lives they managed to stay together, learn together, kill together, cry together and most importantly love together. Love themselves and each other, never leaving the other behind. Their friendship was what most criminals could only hope for one day.

Jack looked between the two and smiled as she began to talk, “Don’t worry Gav, we got you. Hell, if you really are in a predicament you can easily put on your facade and get yourself out. He may be a little hard to use it on since he’s...well The Vagabond, but your good. You’ve managed to salvage a lot of shit with The Golden Boy.”

Gavin visibly grimaced a bit, he didn’t really want to have to use The Golden Boy on a potential crew member. He liked being Gavin and Golden yes, but he just didn’t like using him on people he trusts. Well for this, on a person he may have to trust soon, someone who may not trust him after seeing how easily he can change and become someone else completely.

She was right though, his facade had helped out the crew a lot. He always put on his mask if he would be interacting with people outside the crew that he didn’t know during a mission. That mask become a poster for the crew, just like Geoff with his suit and mustache and Jack with her silly hawaiian shirts. Though only The Fakes and few others crew knew that he wasn’t as cruel and smooth as the world saw him.

“I know, I’m going to try going in as Gavin though. I’ve never met…” Gavin picked up the file in front of him looking for The Vagabonds real name, “Ryan. I’ve never met Ryan. He has also never met The Golden Boy, if he does much surveillance then he’ll simply think that those knobs we deal with are exaggerating or somthin’ like that about me being scary and shit. He’ll probably think it’s Geoff’s way of protecting me since everyone knows that I’m kind of like a son to you. A british son, who kills, that steals all your shit, and has two personalities I can control.”

Geoff had tried fighting off the grin that wanted to escape his lips. Though his efforts worked to no avail as he was smiling like an idiot at Gavin. His features soften than before, still hard in some places though since he was trying to be serious.

I wonder if I really am a true son to him. I mean I love him like a friend who acts like a father, a father who tries to stick random shite up my ass. Prick.

“Good thinking Gav. If he does try to come talk to you to get info or some shit. Just stay calm and be your dorky self. Maybe even try to get to know him a bit, we may know his real name, address and general fake like, but we don’t know him personally. Anything you can get about the real him, not just The Vagabond, but Ryan. That would be good, we could see how well he may fare here if he decides he wants to be more personal with everyone.” Geoff spoke with a confused admiration. The admiration aimed that Gavin was taking this all more seriously than he had originally thought. Of course this is why he was confused as well. It didn’t matter though, their plan was coming together.

“Haha, hey Gavin, he actually looks like your type. His picture without the creepy mask or scary face paint is on page 7. Who knows, maybe you’ll get to know him pretty ‘personally’” Michaels voices was laced with a challenging amusement.

Does this fucker actually want me, as regular Gavin and not Golden Boy, to try and seduce the bloody Vagabond? … The mask and war paint actually doesn’t look bad on him… ‘Holy fuck he’s actually really damn hot. How the hell is this bloke this cute’

Ray started to snicker as Gavin, for about the third time today, said his thoughts aloud. However Geoff wasn’t having any of it. He whipped his head around and glared at Ray to get him to shut the fuck up and then to Michael as if challenging him to keep talking.

“Oi Geoff, come off it. It’s alright, it’s just a joke. He would never actually want to bang me, he’s a sociopath and if he did I’m well hard to get.” This time Michael and Ray couldn’t keep in anything and burst out laughing, “What?!” Gavin squawked.

He heard Jeremy give a small chuckle from behind him, “Dude, you fucked, what, like three dudes last week?”

“So?! I was just feeling up to it last week!”

“Yea Vav, you felt up a lot.”

“OKAY THAT’S ALL I NEED TO HEAR! BACK TO THE TOPIC!” Geoff was red in the face, Gavin wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment, anger or pure awkwardness from hear about his sexual activities. “God that didn’t last long, but it was as uncomfortable as dicks.”

“...Lasted longer then Gavin.”

“GOD DAMMIT RAY!” Geoff just put his head in his hands and spoke in an exasperated and tired tome as to indicated that he was done with all their shit, “Gavin. Jack. Please go to the store, I think we made enough progress for today.”

“Sure thing Geoffrey! C’mon Jack!” Gavin bounced up from his chair, hooked Jack by the arm and practically ran out of the room trying to avoid anymore jokes about his sexual activities.

Hopefully Jack won’t bring up anything about it or The Vagabo-er Ryan during this trip. I might as well get used to using his name now so I don’t flub it later on. Who knows, maybe we’ll even become friends...Ha, yea right.

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