☀️ Part 2 of Leading Her From The Darkness ☀️
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Austyn is finally allowing herself to open back up to Dawson in a way she never thought she would be able to again.
But what happens when betrayal throws off their balance, while the man she's fa...
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TW: Details of abuse and drug use! Read at own discretion.
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"It is Austyn, right? I must admit, I wasn't expecting someone so..." he pauses, pursing his lips, appearing puzzled, "tiny. Heard you gave my men a run for their money earlier."
You know, for a crime boss, I wasn't expecting him to sound so... proper. Although, based on the numerous warnings I've received over the night, I'm cognizant of the fact that the sheep's clothing he wears is only used to hide his inner Don Vito wolf. The only thing he's missing is a cat.
Ironically, I just did this impression for Lily a couple nights ago, because I told her I'd never be friends with anyone who's never seen The Godfather. Well... she hadn't seen it, but that's a story for another time.
Because right now I have a front-row seat to a private viewing that I never bought a ticket for.
"In the flesh. And looks can be deceiving," I respond with a fake smile and bow my head theatrically, testing the waters to see if he's as ill-tempered and provokable as everyone else I've delt with tonight. "Just doing my civic duties... ridding the world one douchebag at a time. Cuz ya know, 'revenge is a dish best served cold', and all that other mumbo-jumbo."
I couldn't help myself. I just have a flare for the dramatics.
My goal of cracking his porcelain veneer of a façade is only a hollow victory. There's the smallest flash of anger behind his eyes, but he skillfully masks it as quick as it appears. He seems to have a solid grip on his emotions. Though, I can see he's much more dangerous than he lets on. And considering the reason behind why I'm here - he's calm... too calm.
"The Godfather?"
I let out an exaggerated groan of relief, throwing my head back like I'm praising the lord. "Oh, thank god. I would've judged the fuck outta you if you didn't know that movie." I meet his gaze with a shrug of the shoulder, "I mean, I'm already judging you, but who's keeping count?"
"I like you. You're very tenacious," Gabe laughs, flicking his eyes over my body shamelessly, lingering a bit longer on my bleeding lacerations. The muscles in his jaw tick before he snaps his fingers in the air, "I told you guys to bring her back unharmed! Get a fucking tourniquet before she loses too much blood from her leg and passes out."
Zuko is the first to make a move, quickly unhooking his black leather belt and sliding it from the loops of his jeans before securing it around my upper thigh.
I watch Gabe as he looks at me with careful surveying eyes, and his smile only spreads wider when he sees how unaffected I am by the pain. I honestly forgot dear Ronald stabbed me for a minute. I completely blocked it out.
