Love, in Progress

You guys good?

(A/N: I lost track of time lol- here's a chapter for your troubles!)

"Where. is. he?"
The guard blocking the door shook his head. Ricky was starting to become incredibly irritated, tapping his foot against the concrete impatiently, "Listen buddy, if you don't let me in, I will let myself in."
Still nothing.
"I'm warning you, I know your bosses-"
"Run along, the boss said no one goes in or out" The guard stated, crossing his arms over his chest.

That sort of impertinence was not about to slide with Ricky. He swung, his fist connecting with the man's jaw with an audible snap- the guard fell to the floor. Ricky stepped over the unconscious body and straightened out his jacket, he smoothed out his hair and opened the door to the office.

The pair were reclining on a sofa, Night Night sitting in Leg's lap, his arms around the taller mans shoulders. The two were leaning into each other, foreheads touching- a sly smile on their faces, as if they were sharing an inside joke that only they could understand.

"¡Cristo! Dios- how long have you been stood there?!" Miguel exclaimed, jumping off of Legs, who coughed with embarrassment, trying to suppress the surprise on his face.
"What happened to Mario?!"
"Wouldn't let me in."
"That's because he was told not to let anyone in!", Miguel groaned in annoyance, "Why do you always complicate things!?"

Legs made the (smart) decision to leave the room, closing the door quietly after himself.

"Me?! Complicate things?! You've got some nerve, you asshole!" Ricky hissed, escalating the tension.
"You've got some nerve coming all the way to Chicago, to my job, just to shout at me- this is my turf, dumbass." Miguel retorted.
"Well considering that your dumbass couldn't be bothered to tell me in person, I'm giving my response in person" Ricky explained angrily, lunging forward at Miguel.

The two grappled, landing heavy punches and kicks on each other- their suppressed anger finally breaking through the dam. For months it stopped them from being at each other's throats, but it finally crumbled under it's own weight. Ricky felt the warm sensation of blood dripping down his face. It only enraged him, causing the bloodlust to flow. The brothers broke apart for a moment, but only to gain more momentum- knocking each other to the ground.

They rolled around, each trying to claim the higher ground before getting thrown off.
"I hate you! Why are you trying to ruin my life!?" Ricky shouted angrily
"I'm not!"
"You tried to frame me for attempted murder!"
"I wasn't trying to frame you!" Miguel snapped, pushing Ricky's face away.
"So what the hell were you trying to do?!" Ricky questioned impatiently.

"The Detective was getting too close to us! We couldn't let him interfere!" Miguel explained
"He wouldn't do that!"
"Do you want to go to jail?! Is that what you want?!"
"He wouldn't do that!" Ricky repeated angrily, swinging at Miguel again.

40 minutes later, they both lay on the ground, exhausted and fully worn out.
"I don't think we're gonna walk this one off." Miguel mumbled.
"Yeah, no kidding." Ricky mumbled back.

Legs swung the door open to see the two grown men laying on the floor, "You guys done now, or should I come back later?"
"This isn't over!" Ricky insisted, struggling to his knees.
"No. This is over." Miguel corrected, allowing himself to be helped up by Legs.

Ricky's resilience crumbled like a sandcastle.

"Yeah no, this is over." He sighed, pulling himself up onto the sofa with a bloodied hand, before lighting a smoke and pouring a glass.

The brothers sat on the sofa, periodically being patched up by the medics who drifted in and out. After they left, the two Goldsworths were alone again.
"So, are we good? Miguel asked after a moment of silence.
Ricky sighed, his torso aching from the action "I'm not sure."
"That's fair, I didn't mean for things to go this far." Miguel admitted.
"It's okay." Ricky replied candidly.

"Dios, what are we gonna tell Mamá?"
"Oh- we are so dead."