seventies bad boy// two love stories

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11.

Danny walked into Mickeys house biting his lips, he hadn't seen Mickey and a couple of days, and when he did, he avoided him. He had been acting out, more than usual. He was meaner, more ruthless, he took his anger out on others consistently.

He dressed even darker than before, like today he styled his hair as always but he wore a black tee and a tough leather jacket. He wore ripped black skinny jeans and black combat boots.

He looked intimidating to say the least.

He took a deep breath, he had never been nervous like this before, he walked inside and went to the basement where the interrogation was been done. Of course Jonas wasn't there, that would mean god had his back. Jonas chose to go to town and do the collections with Rizzo and the boys.

Nicky had been spending all day with Carter and wouldn't let Danny go to town no mater how much he begged.

Mickey was pissed at Danny, it wasn't like Mickey forced him to kiss him, Mickey wasn't a caring a guy, he didn't care about the judgement, he didn't care about looks or shit, he liked what he liked, before it was nothing, now it was Danny. A part of him didn't like that, he didn't want to be attached, but the other part just wanted Danny's crazy warm mouth wrapped around his cock.

He walked in and saw Mickey securing that ties on the victim. The victim was a the new guy they initiated into the Mafia a couple of days ago, Nicky found him sneaking around and he found out he was a spy. He had an idea of who he was hired by but wasn't completely sure so he didn't wasn't to start a gang war over nothing, he was a strategic man, he knew what he had to do should he have to start a problem, and he knew how to finish one as well.

He isn't a government hire, so that meant another gang was trying to infiltrate, that's where Mickey and Danny came into play. Mickey with his year in expert fighting and knowledge of weapons and killings.

And Danny with his knowledge of the human anatomy to a tee, his knowledge of knifes, and his thirst for killing those who wrong him.

They were a perfect team.

Danny bit his lips and waited for Mickey to turn around, Mickey had been at this interrogation for almost two hours and was getting no where. The guys nails were gone, some teeth and still nothing. Mickey surprisingly had no blood on him, he wore a leather jacket with a grey shirt and jeans to complete the ensemble. He looked ravenous to say the least, he was a good looking man.

Mickey felt Danny behind him and slowly turned around, angry, but he suppressed the feeling to watch as Danny slowly turned his vulnerable face into his false demented face.

Danny still tried to avoid Mickey and walked up to the victim, his name was Charlie, Danny sat infront of him smirking.

"I ain't telling no one nothing." Charlie said when he saw the infamous Danny Chandler sit in front of him, he was trying to sound tough but Danny could hear the fear in his voice.

"That's alright." Danny smiled playing with his knife, "I came here for me, whether you speak or not means very little to me, I will find out who hired you, killing you will just be a bonus." Danny said as Mickey stood behind him protectively to show a united front.

Charlie, who was tied upside down to the ceiling with his hands behind his back jerk violently. His floppy blonde hair dangled in the air and his face was beat red.

Danny was excited, he had just sharpened his knives last night and couldn't wait to use them. Mickey could see the joy this brought Danny and he tried to fight it but it made him happy to see Danny like that, and he wish it fucking didn't.