Sweetest Sin (Dutch Van Der Linde Fanfic)

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(Just something I thought of)
Thanks for reading ✨

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"Ey, boss lookie who we found heh heh" one O'Driscoll said with a dirty smirk on his face as he handed a lantern to Colm and the older man went down the stairs alone and upon getting to the bottom and raising up the light to the silhouette in the dark, a wicked smirk went across his lips

"Well, well, well" he chuckled raspy like as the O'Driscoll at the top of the stairs clicked his tongue

"Told ya, you'd like this"

Colm looked at the stairs "leave us" he ordered and the cellar door closed, Colm put the lantern on a wooden table nearby and rubbed his hands, Tifa shifted awake and struggled to open her eyes for a moment as a pounding headache pulsed

"I'm gonna enjoy the look on Dutch's face when he sees another one of his girls gets beaten to death"

Colm approached her and moved his hand up to touch Tifa's hand "it's been a long time, Tiffany" he said and she flinched away from him with a glare, not knowing who it was as of yet, it was being out of instinct

"Don't you touch me!" She yelled

Colm chuckled as he brushed off some dust off his vest from her movements

"Now is that any way to treat an old friend?"

His familiar muffled nasty voice rang in Tifa's ears and made her freeze and finally realize who this man was "...Colm" she mumbled in a nervous voice "tsk, you're no friend of mine"

"Still feisty as ever, You know....you can make this sooo much easier on yourself sweetness" Colm said as he dragged his fingers along her neck then trailed her chest

"Not gonna happen" she spat as she shifted away from his fingers just before he reached her breasts, he moved his hand away and pulled up a sliver of her long dark brown hair to his nose and sniffed it like a creeper, and as if smelling something foul, he flicked it in her face making Tifa glare up at him, not saying a word.

Colm was expecting a pleasant smell: a woman's scent but it was tainted with a hint of cigars and cologne...same scent as Dutch, a instant frown spread across his lips

As expected, Colm tried to touch her again, she remembered Colm always acting weird around her years ago when she saw him at the bar in blackwater, and obviously things remained the same. Tifa couldn't believe that she got kidnapped by him

"What do you want, Col...Colm?" she groaned

"...Dutch Van Der Linde, got to you first, did he? what a pity" Colm sighed ignoring her question "Dutch's new whore"

"I'd rather be his whore than your slave" she seethed as she looked at him with a smug look, him thinking the exact way she wanted, she wasn't Dutch's whore but his lover, either way it was enough to act as a sort of repellent: not being touched by Colm, since he did hate Dutch immensely

Colm pointed his gun to her "reconsider your words, girlie"

"....you gonna cry?" She questioned as she dared to move her forehead close to the pistol "I ain't afraid of you" she said pensively, Colm pulled his gun away and instead kicked her in the ribs hard, getting a pained yell from her

"Oh, you will be again" he said with his raspy voice low and his hand cupped her chin and tilted it up so he could see her eyes but they were closed

"Look at me" he said shifting her chin and Tifa groaned softly feeling her neck in a stiff pain, her eyes opened and their eyes met "there you go princess, see what happens when you listen to Colm?"