Glass sky (LT fanfic bxb)

Special 1. Years later

Several years have passed since the adoption of the twins. And the life of the Bourgeois family turned out better than anyone could have imagined. Laurent was still going about his dark and dirty business, not forgetting about his legal business. The twins started first grade at a private high school this year. It was their first year in a private school, Larry insisted on this decision since the boys had all the propensities for a life of crime, and he was worried that their children would go down the wrong path, well, this is the official version. According to Laurent, more or less decent schools simply ran out in Los Angeles, because the twins had a talent for a life of crime and gathered small school gangs once or twice, inciting even excellent students and crammers to do so. But "it doesn't matter, Laurent! The boys should get a good education and blah blah blah ." It was easier for Laurent to agree with Larry and send the twins to one of the private schools.

Larry felt happy, everything in his life was just wonderful. Husband, children, successful business. He even opened a beach club and bought an entire cruise ship! Well bought ... it's all thanks to Laurent. He returned from a business trip, and he told Larry that it was his, a business trip, with a huge bullet hole in her hand. Larry wanted to throw a huge and very loud tantrum, where he would throw things at Laurent or perhaps try to strangle him with his own hands, knowing full well that Laurent would not fight back. But he couldn't. At that time, the twins had been with them for a little over a year and had been calling them dads for half a year, the boys finally stopped being afraid of them and being afraid that they would be abandoned. The twins have just come to believe that they are truly loved and will be protected. And so Larry could not arrange a bloodthirsty massacre of his husband in front of their children. Laurent pretended to be guilty, in fact, not particularly guilty, he tracked down and massacred two gangs who wanted to ruin his business in Mexico. Larry was bursting with anger and a desire for revenge. Laurent promised that there would be no more of this crap with injuries! The idea of revenge came suddenly, just looking at the stupid plaster with the image of a boat on Laurent's forehead led Larry to an exciting idea. Larry took his husband's phone and found the contact of his lawyer for large transactions. Larry explained to David what he wanted, looking directly into the dumbfounded eyes of Laurent, who could not do anything or say anything for two reasons: 1. Because of his shoulder and rather strong bruised leg, he could not move quickly and abruptly. 2. More importantly, the twins fell asleep hugging him from both sides, he also did not have the heart to disturb the children. And in such a not particularly pleasant way, Larry got himself a cruise ship.

At the private school, things didn't go very smoothly from the first day of school. When the twins were in regular public schools, no one cared about their status. And no one was interested that they now had parents or that they did not exist before. The twins' parents did not spoil them, so the boys went to school either on bicycles or on the bus, they helped their father with the restaurant and changed schools with gloves. The private school is in trouble. Their classmates somehow found out that the twins were adopted. So one day Larry got a call and was asked to come and pick up his sons from school and that they were suspended from school for three days. Larry was unhappy. He didn't want to just get mad at his kids and tried to find out what happened. But the boys were stubbornly silent. Larry summoned a secret weapon and forced Laurent to talk to them. Larry tried to eavesdrop, but he wasted his time. An hour later, the happy twins and a very calm Laurent came out of Laurent's office.

- What did you tell them? Did they tell you what happened? - Larry dragged his husband into the bedroom. This is the only place in their house where there were soundproof walls.

- Well ... - Laurent shrugged innocently - I told about my problems when I studied at a private school and how I coped with them.

- But you didn't go to a private school!

- Yeah. But he went through several military training schools. He was in a detachment of militants, infiltrated the team of a couple of large cartels, and, well, he was in prison a couple of times. And everywhere you had to be very careful to show your strength and scare the shit out of you so that they were afraid and did not climb with idiotic ideas! Laurent collapsed on the bed. He stroked Larry's back with his fingertips, he was no longer interested in the conversation, but his husband was very interested.

- Laurent!

- Baby, calm down. Everything will be fine, they will just learn not to let themselves be offended. And in general, what did you expect from them at all? The street brought them up for ten years. Their consciousness is already formed, you just need to teach it to use it correctly. And as long as we don't have to hide the bodies, it's fine. Even though I can handle this...

- Laurent! You...

- Larry, baby, you know I love you and our children. And even those terrible dogs. So stop thinking about any nonsense and better come to me. You made me too gentle, and it's time to fix it. - Larry wanted to be more indignant, but Laurent took possession of his lips, and Larry was simply lost in sensations. And so every time. It seems that they still raise criminals and it's time for Larry to come to terms with this, because Laurent gets what he wants, more often than Larry would like it.

Those who worked for Laurent always saw him as a tough and uncompromising person who did not make concessions and did terrible things to people without blinking an eye. But they did not at all expect that he could be a very accommodating person. True, Laurent allowed only one person to command and that was his husband. Once, it so happened that they dragged a guy home to Laurent. He was just at home, and the guys threw a bound man right at his feet on a snow-white fluffy carpet. Laurent looked at his people for a long time and thought that they were idiots. Because they dragged some dirty bastard right onto Larry's new favorite carpet at a cost that made Laurent dizzy. Yes, they were very rich. But give twenty grand for some rug? On the other hand, he shouldn't have thrown the bloodied clothes on the beige chair, because then Larry wouldn't have made a real drama, taking advantage of the fact that the children were still at school. But now, Larry was not at home, he was on the first floor in his restaurant and they all had a chance to survive. Laurent didn't have time to say anything to his people, Larry just entered the living room. For several minutes he looked at the unfolding picture before his eyes. Bill, one of Laurent's boyfriends, expected any reaction from Laurent's husband. Laurent talked about Larry several times, mainly when they once again raided competitors, and Laurent, with particular maniacal pleasure, killed everyone in his path. And now Bill expected some kind of hysteria, fainting, or any other reaction. But Larry instead wrinkled his nose in contempt and continued on his way to the bedroom to retrieve his cell phone.

- Laurent, how many times have I told you not to drag your work home! - came from the corridor. - I don't drag chefs and kitchen equipment into our living room just because it's my day off! – voice became closer Larry returned. But even without seeing his husband's face, Laurent knew that Larry had rolled his eyes. - And I warn you - Larry stopped near Laurent, standing between his husband and the bound guy. - If this man soils my carpet with his blood and everything that comes out of him, I will find everyone in this room and make them clean it.

- Who are you to threaten us? - Brian the dumbass said. He always wanted to appear on a short footing with Laurent. But now he has crossed the line. Laurent looked at Brian thoughtfully rubbing his chin with the muzzle of his pistol.

Once again Laurent. No foreign liquids, substances, or epithelium on my snow-white carpet. - Larry kissed Laurent tenderly, correctly guessing his husband's desire right now to put a bullet in Brian's head. - And remember, the boys will be home from school soon. Don't forget they have to do their homework and dinner at 8 at the restaurant, don't be late. - And Larry left, leaving behind him the thickened atmosphere of the Arctic.

- Brian, if you say something like that to my husband again, I guarantee that the next time we see you when I come to your gravestone, am I clear? - Laurent's calm tone made Brian's scrotum try to climb inside the body.

- Yes, boss. Brian replied softly. Laurent looked coldly at everyone in the living room.

- Well, what are we standing? You heard my husband. He wasn't kidding. Pack this bastard and let's go to our office. My kids will be back in two hours and I should be home by then.