Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 53. A Good Father

Hearing one of the babies crying through the baby monitor, Y/N and Lip wake up, quickly realizing it's morning. As both men adjust to waking up, the Russuan pulls his naked boyfriend closer, speaking softly into his ear.

"You outdid yourself yesterday."

"I sure did." Lip smiles as Y/N's hand roams over his body, especially his lower half. "Wasn't just luck, y'know? I wouldn't mind proving it."

Y/N hums softly. "As tempting as that is, let's wait until tonight."

"Surely whoever's crying can hold on a bit longer." Lip smirks, grabbing Y/N's dick playfully.

"I can say the same about you." Y/N chuckles, rolling out of bed. Lip sits up, watching as he pulls on his boxers and a T-shirt.

"C'mon, I can make it fast." Lip teases.

"I'll have to decline, thanks." Y/N pulls on a pair of sweatpants. "Besides, hearing our kid crying in the background is a major turnoff."

As Y/N heads for the stairs, Lip chuckles. "How about you make some breakfast?"

Lip sighs playfully. "Fine..."

When Y/N reaches the kitchen, he freezes—the back door is wide open. His eyes widen, alarmed. Quickly, he calls out, "Lip! We got robbed!"

"What!?" Lip rushes down in just his boxers, joining Y/N in the kitchen. He sees the open door and swears. "Shit!"

Y/N hurries into the living room, scanning for anything missing. But everything seems untouched—the TV is still there. The PlayStation, radio, and home phone are all fine.

"Living room's fine!" He calls back.

Lip frowns, glancing around in confusion. What happened during the night? As he scans the kitchen again, something catches his eye—a piece of paper on the counter. Thinking it's just a grocery list or some random note, he picks it up.

But as his eyes move down the page, his face drains of color.

"Y/N!"

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Everyone crowded into the kitchen, on edge, as Lip held the note.

"I kidnapped some of your children. You know why. Looking at you, Kremlin Kid. Just give me $10 million and I will give your children back. If this demand isn't met by Monday, I know another way to get the money — selling your children. Go to the coordinates under the letter and hide the money bag in the dashboard of the broken car.
Don't be stupid. — Frank
P.S. Don't call the cops if you value your children's lives."

Silence fell. Maksim, Lyn and Fred had been taken — held for ransom by a psychopath driven by revenge toward Y/N and greed.

"Would he really sell them?" Liam asked.

"He tried it multiple times with us." Ian said flatly. "He would sell them without thinking twice."

"We should call the cops." Debbie said.

"Are you dumb?" Mickey snapped. "He literally just told you not to call the cops."

Debbie scoffed. "Like he knows if we did."

"It's Frank." Ian reminded his sister. "He knows." He turned to Y/N, who was deep in thought. "Can't you just pay him off?"

"No... remember, I gave all the money back." Y/N said, thinking hard. "What we have wouldn't cover what he asked."