Three stories involving the Gallagher brothers, and you. Each brother will have their own set of chapters. Finishing Ian's story first, then going down the list.
FEMALE READER X GALLAGHER BROTHERS
RATED MATURE [ INCLUDES SMUT!]
EXPERIMENTAL ✓ Ian Ga...
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Ian Gallagher?” An officer spoke up from outside of Ian's cell. His emerald eyes opened, and he sat up from the cell bed he was lying on.
The officer opens the cell, “Turn around with your hands on the wall.”
Ian does as hes told and places his hands on the wall. The officer begins to pat him down, “Any reason you wanted to feel me up officer?” He jokes.
Ian was met with a punch to his ribs from the officer, causing him to yelp in pain and turns to the officer. "The fuck?!"
The officer takes out his baton and gives Ian a smug look before swinging at him with it, “This is from the Lynch Family!”
Ian raises his arms to block it, wincing as it hits his arm full force. As the officer lifts his hand to swing again, Ian kicks him in the stomach and gets on top of him. He punches him with his right hand, then his left, right again, left, right, left-
His knuckles are bleeding and he can feel them burning. He goes for one final 'fuck you' punch, but it doesn't connect. Ian is met with a swift hit to the back of the head. His vision is blurred, and he gets knocked down to his side. He lets out a yell as a different officer starts wacking him over and over with the baton. He couldn't remember how many times because the next thing he knew, he was passed out.
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When Ian woke up, everything hurt. “F-Fuck.”
“Ian Gallagher?”
Ian opens his eyes, realizing someone spoke to him. He looks around and realizes he's in some sort of medical ward. But jails didn't have a medical ward? Not that he could remember.
“Ian Gallagher?” The women, nurse, repeated.
“What?" He snapped, his head hurts so bad he could barely think.
“You have a concussion, fractured knuckles, a fractured rib. Your eye is swollen, but it should go down within a couple hours and then you should just have some ugly bruising for awhile.” She explained to him.
“Am I at the hospital?”
The nurses frowns, and her brows furrowed. “No.”
“What?”
“You're in the medical ward of the Chicago State Penitentiary.”
Ian felt his heart drop, his emerald eyes growing. “No-
“You assaulted a police officer.” She states, so matter of factly.
