Dirty Break (18+)

In Which Discoveries are Made

Leon leaned on the wall outside of Conor's room after knocking, and thought. He loved his brother, and he was in awe of the sheer amount of determination and dumb luck that Conor had had in order to end up with Leon not only alive, but not locked up in a cell. That said, he had no fucking clue what had made his brother kidnap the beautiful fucking pinup that had been tormenting him for weeks. He needed to focus now that he was out, not worry if Lydia Granger was safe or scared or fucking sexually satisfied. In prison he'd been able to kid himself that he was a captive audience and that the fascination he had for her wasn't anything more than a flash in the pan, a passing fancy due to proximity and relative opportunity. Now? Having her in the same room as him was making his cock beg him to bend her over the bed and fuck her rough, make her scream his name as she came and saw stars.

It was as he thought that last, ruinous though that Conor chose to open the door and pull him into an embrace, punching him in the shoulder as he let go of him in the age old way of men who were not entirely used to showing their feelings.

"I'm so glad I got to you, brother. I knew they had something planned for your trial date when they brought it forward."

He gestured Leon into his room, waiting until he was settled on the armchair in the corner before pouring a measure from the bottle of whiskey he'd obviously already requested from Mrs Kilkenny, god bless her. Leon took the proffered glass and downed it. He didn't really like whiskey but if that's what his brother had then he could certainly use it to toast his own freedom.

"Go on." Conor said after he'd drank his own measure, pouring himself another and setting it down in anticipation.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Con? I can't explain to you how grateful I am that you got me out of there - I could have been dead by now. But nothing warranted you kidnapping Lydia and bringing her along for the ride. Don't you think we've already involved her enough?"

"I didn't want her to go to the police, Leon. I didn't want there to be anything that could lead them back to you."

"And how exactly was she going to do that? I think they might already suspect that Conor O' Grady might have something to do with my escape from prison, certainly the family. What could she have told them that they didn't already know?"

"I hacked computers and files to find her friend, Leo. Threatened them both so that Lydia would help us. I've been out in public with her. If they started really digging they would have come to the conclusion she was involved in some way and questioned her. I want you to be able to look into thing with as little worry as possible, and I'm making sure that happens."

"You don't think that maybe looking after a smart-mouthed woman who looks like Jessica Rabbit and could definitely cause us some fucking trouble might add to the stress instead of taking away?"

He held his glass out for another two fingers of whiskey and downed them just as quickly as the first.

"Maybe you could get rid of some of that frustration with her?" Conor smirked, wiggling his eyebrows like a fucking child who'd heard the word sex.

"Yeah, I'm sure what she's thinking right now is 'let's fuck that criminal who kept verbally abusing me when all I tried to do was talk to him and then his brother kidnapped me in order to help him escape' I can't see how she could resist that."

"Women love a bit of rough, Leon. Just act all sweet to her while we're here and before you know it she'll be in the palm of your hand."

The thought had appeal - just a shame it obviously wasn't going to happen.

"What happens when this all pans out, Con? What happens to her?"

Conor sobered at last, drinking another measure of gin and immediately pouring himself another. He downed that then gave up and swigged from the bottle, passing it to Leon when he'd done.