Dirty Break (18+)

In Which Things Come to Light

After the excitement of the night before, Lydia thought she would have slept in but she sat awake at four o'clock in the morning with her eyes on the door of her room and her mind on the gun stashed under the sink in the bathroom ... and on the upcoming meeting planned. When they'd returned to the meeting room the night before half of the men had been dispatched to see if they could find the trespasser and Malcolm had been spirited away to be treated by a doctor who apparently catered to the family. Leon and Conor had been left in charge in his stead and had decreed that under the circumstances the discussion could wait. Lydia was glad in that she hoped a bit of time would blur memories a little but it wasn't a lot of hope and the wait was driving her slowly insane, as was been alone in the room and not knowing what the fuck was going on outside. She didn't think that she was the the most important thing in the world or anything and it was obviously a bit of a tense time at the moment but to just be abandoned to her own devices was the worst kind of torture. She'd just rather get it over with, whatever it might be. 

As if to spite the very thought, there was a knock at the door which made her jump guiltily.

"Who is it?" the question was redundant of course, she didn't think that knowing who it was would help her prepare or stop them from coming in.

"It's Leon. Can I come in?"

His voice sent a shiver down her spine and she wasn't sure if it was good, bad or a mixture of the two.

"Can I stop you?"

He chuckled in a way that she was pretty sure was just humouring her and then confirmed it by swinging the door open.

"I'd like to say that you could, duchess, but this isn't a social call."

He was part way into the room before he'd even finished speaking, looking tired and slightly stressed but just as fucking hot as ever, annoyingly. At somewhat of a loss for words she simply waited as he shut the door behind him and leant against it, looking back at her with the same consideration she gave to him.

"How are you doing?" he asked at length.

Her snort wasn't particularly ladylike and she didn't particularly care.

"Are you being serious right now, Leon? How am I doing? The worst I've ever been in my life, thanks for asking, and that's a stone cold fact."

He had the good grace to look slightly chastened, although it was slight consolation for current circumstances.

"Look, that was stupid - I know this is a shitty situation but ..."

She was up from the bed so fast she hadn't even registered it until she was face to chest with him, head tipped back so she could see his eyes as she delivered some home truths.

"Do you Leon? Do you really know how shitty this situation is for me? I didn't choose this life, I've never committed a crime - at least not on your level. I could have been shot yesterday - let's face it I could be killed at any minute. And if I manage to survive this? It'll only be because I've been handed over to Charlie Putnam as a reward for finding who apparently framed you."

Leon's countenance darkened as she spoke - she didn't know if it was with anger or with some other strong emotion but she also was not in the mood to care.

"Will you enjoy that, Leon? It won't really register either way, I imagine - sure the stupid, little woman who got on her knees for you won't be there to act as your cum receptacle anymore, but ..."

She was belligerent and so mad that she didn't even realise he had moved until she was lifted, spun and backed against the door, pinned there by the bulk of his body as his chest heaved. She struggled but he stayed her with a hand at her throat and a thick forearm across her chest, hips pinning her lower body and trapping his hardness against the juncture of her thighs.