A/N: So this chapter makes up for the short one ;) Love to all my readers and supporters, silent ones included.
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Eyes closed Riley rested, sleep however was unfortunately not on her agenda. Perched up on the arm of the sofa, using her hooded jacket to soften the impact against her side, she leant her head lazily against her hand - slowly inhaling and exhaling she gradually dealt with the pain that never seemed to lessen no matter what position she lay. What had her bastard of a father done to her? Nothing good from the way in which her body was protesting. Hearing the familiar sound of the bolt outside being pulled back and the door being swung open, Riley slowly opened her eyes to find someone she expected a visit from days ago...Cain. Lifting her head, she glanced across the room and up at him. Clearly from the way he held himself, he was a powerful man; if she didn't despise the man so much she'd most definitely say he wasn't such a bad catch - for an older guy anyway... With the way in which his arms were crossed tightly against his broad chest, the black t-shirt he wore was easily being stretched across every defined muscle that clearly lay beneath; unlike Bones - Cain undeniably worked hard on both the business and personal side of things.
But in the moment of her eyes mistakenly meeting his hard and unnerving glare, Riley could almost see the darkness that lingered just below the surface; this sending fear uncontrollably to her core. His eyes told her he was Orkney's King for a reason, that he'd been put through the meat grinder more than once, only to come out the other side a lot harder and colder than before. Riley thought she had a problem with Bones, clearly she'd underestimated the power Cain had undeniably had over him all of these years.
Silently he stood there, eying her, analysing her - forcing her to feel uncomfortable. Needing to be free of the look she was receiving, Riley played straight into the man's hands "Well I'm definitely a little confused as ya can tell, I was expecting ya ta come see me days ago..."
Cain remaining emotionless took a step closer to her "Ya needed ta rest. What good are ya ta me if ya have no energy? I'm sure you've heard how demanding I can be?"
Throat suddenly going very dry, Riley could easily hear the threat behind his words; forcing herself to hold the Darley facade she smiled "Surely ya not telling me I should be grateful?"
Moving to just in front of the sofa, Cain pulled an old dining chair out from behind some of the boxes that were stacked neatly, swinging it round he straddled it - leaning his front against the wooden back support "And what should ya be grateful for? Me not killing ya? Me allowing ya ta sleep here rather than on the tiles? Riley, Riley... This is something I would never expect from a Darley..."
Remaining in the position she lay, Riley used her arms to pull herself further up the sofa into a sitting position; slipping she couldn't stop her ribs from colliding against the arm. Biting back the scream, she couldn't help but groan; accidentally letting Cain see the weakness she undeniably still had. Tilting his head he watched her, trying so hard to be strong - to fight against the fucked up situation her father had landed her in "Tut tut, Bones really did a number on ya didn't he? I heard the chatter, heard how he almost beat ya to an inch of ya life..." Pulling her head round, she glared at him; tears she couldn't control glided down her cheeks "Funny, cause I seem ta be sitting here just fine?"
Smirking Cain used the strength in his legs to manoeuvre the chair closer, moving his eyes across her he sneered "Ya fine? Really? I'm one hundred percent sure if I was ta shove that pretty little body of yours, I'd hear ya ribs crack with every movement. Bones always did have an iron fist."
Heart beating too fast for her liking, Riley tried to control her breathing "I guess i forgot ta thank ya to for the migraine ya so kindly gave me?" She bit back sarcastically.
Snorting, Cain's eyes dropped momentarily to the small but deep inch-sized cut on his forearm before returning to her "Ya did kinda try and stick me, those kind of actions against me will not go unpunished..."
Hating every second that he was in the room with her, Riley was more intimidated by the way in which he was so calm when he spoke, talking to her in a way that kept her permanently guessing when he'd actually decide to torturously put her in the ground. Unlike Bones, Cain undoubtedly had his plan for her, one which would not be pleasant but still, he managed to lead her into a false sense of security with the way he handled it.
"Okay Riley, we can make this real easy or real hard, it's up ta you. Ya seem ta have been through enough, without me just adding ta that list..." Exhaling deeply, he watched her; she was silent - her hard Darley eyes now glaring back at him. He wasn't going to lie, he admired the loyalty; the courage to fight against him. Slowly he was starting to understand why Drake had stupidly sacrificed himself for her..."Sweetheart I'm not a pleasant man so you'll benefit appeasing me. As far as I'm concerned ya daddy shot first, killing my boy, and your boy apparently. Now ya gonna tell me everything about him..."
Bones getting what he finally deserved sounded like a brilliant idea, an idea she'd wanted to become a reality for so long but remaining quiet she refused to cooperate against the enemy. Giving up Bones meant giving up Billy and Joe, and as much as they probably hated her for what she'd done; she'd die before betraying them. Flexing his jaw, Cain wasn't taking too well to the stubborn streak that continued to run through her, growling he didn't hesitate, shoving the chair forcefully against the sofa he nudged it; in turn nudging her - obviously not expecting the sudden jolt she failed at holding the whimper inside "The way I see it Riley, Bones broke the fucking truce when he shot one of my guys, one of my best. I want compensation for the fuck up."
"Ya ain't gonna get it from me..." Riley breathed out.
Tutting, he shook his head at her "That's a real shame for ya. What about Billy, or even little Joey?"
Grinding her teeth together so hard, she remained solid against him; he was getting nothing - no matter how much he was about to hurt her. Huffing he slapped his hands down against the wood "Okay ya don't feel like talking right now, that's fine; this'll take as long as it takes. Look at ya, this is you one week in but, ya will talk Riley whether ya like it or not..." Standing, he proceeded to push the seat back; away from the sofa before heading back towards the door.
"Doubt it..." She growled angrily; watching him casually walk across the room.
Pausing at the door he turned to face her, sneering at her comment "I got all the time in the world baby ta break ya, we're hidden nicely here and no one's coming ta save ya. Ya mine" With that, he left her. Left her to fall against the sofa, the nausea once again hitting her; the fear of dying horrendously alone at the hands of Cain consuming her.
Laying in the darkness, he was deadly still, out for the fucking count and undeniably lost within his own mind. "Drake!" Her voice suddenly screamed, ripping into his dormant subconscious. "Please!" Her voice echoed. Calling to him within the darkest place he's ever been. "I need you..." She cried.
"Riley..." He murmured through the haze, unsure if he was actually awake or speaking from fucking limbo... No more than a second passed when two shots rang out, instantly stilling him; reminding him of what it felt like to feel the bullet shards exploding within. Excruciating pain forced him to cry out in the moment of his body colliding against the cold hard ground. He was helpless, unable to do anything to stop the fire spreading within.
Laying there, suffering. The silence surrounded him. He might as well have been staring up at a black painted ceiling because he could see nothing. Everything had disappeared in that moment.
"Listen ta me! Ya have to! Go! Now! Or so help me, ya gonna fucking regret it!" Abruptly Ryder's deep voice bellowed into the silence. He was shouting. Demanding. But at who?
"Well, well...what do we have here?" Cain? What the fuck was he doing here? Drake struggled to understand what was happening or what his mind was even trying to fucking do... "Ya shot one of my boys Darley...One of my fucking best..." "No fucking way..." Drake growled, slowly realising what was happening...
"Ya boy fucked up Cain, deserved everything I fucking gave him - got off lightly if ya ask me!" If Drake could see or even move through the darkness that consumed him, he was certain he'd be going fucking wild. He got off lightly? If only he'd made it across the line... Drake paused, was he really reliving a time he wished had gone so fucking differently as a fucking memory? "Did I even fucking make it?"
"Son of a bitch..." She growled, her voice echoing amongst the conflict in the background, forcing his chest to tighten; forcing him to remember leaving her in a warzone. "Riley?"
"I hope he blows ya fucking head off" He remembered hearing her whisper...
"I don't recall ever fucking doing that...shame, the truce was going so fucking well... and just like the Darley's, ya had ta go and fuck it all up!" Drake laughed at the smugness in Cain's voice; fucking Darley should have known better than to gun down his right hand man out of fucking spite. He may have lost the will to open his eyes but surprisingly he could just about hear everything surrounding him and what he could hear was unnerving him to the core, focusing on her and her alone he could hear her struggling, fighting once more... "This is only a quarter of my compensation Darley, I'll be coming back for more!" Cain barked.
"No!" Drake remembered bellowing inside his own mind.
"Looks like ya fucked up big time...poor Riley's going ta pay for ya fucking actions against mine!" Adrenaline firing on all cylinders, Drake fought the nightmare, he punched, he kicked; he did whatever he could to break free of the invisible hold that rendered his efforts useless. "Cain ya fucking prick! Don't you touch her! I promise I'll rip ya fucking head off!" He screamed, threats that quickly turned to broken promises.
"Ya can't let him fucking take her!" Billy's voice suddenly echoed. Time for the eldest Darley sibling to step the fuck up. Drake prayed he'd be the bigger man, to step across the line and take his sister back; away from the monster he and all of the Darley's knew Cain to be.
"I can do what I fucking want!" Bones growled in response.
"No!" Riley cried, the sound breaking Drake's heart all over again. A bullet meant nothing in this moment. "I'm so sorry sweetheart..." "Billy! Joey!" She continued to frantically scream only to slowly fade into the silence...
"DRAKE!" Her voice abruptly echoed a second time, that strongly inside of his mind his eyes suddenly snapped open...Unable to catch his breath, he shot up in a defensive stance, instantly regretting that decision; taking less than a second the pain exploded within - cursing he dropped back against the mattress trying to grab his sides in an effort to stop that very familiar fire from spreading "RYD!" His deep voice bellowed into the darkness.
Almost instantaneously, he could hear the dull but echoing sounds of heavy footsteps against metal "Holy shit!" He cursed, his hands balling into tight fists the harder the pain fought back against him. Curling on to his side, strong hands suddenly gripped onto him; supporting him as he rode the waves that continued to travel up and down every single inch of him - torturing him from the inside out. "Fuck!" His yell echoed. Drake could feel everything he thought he had become numb to, in the background he could just about make out Ryder's voice, doing whatever he could to pull him through... "C'mon D..." He'd say "Ride it out..."
Ride it out? Good thing Drake was trying his damned hardest to be logical because at that moment in time he was so close to telling Ryder to go fuck himself.
"JAZ! Meds, now!" Ryder's voice barked across the room; his voice easily carrying to the floor below.
Gripping his hand like a vice, Drake's pain stricken eyes glanced up to see Ryder kneeling at his side, his face hard; his eyes stern but definitely showing the relief he undeniably felt. They wasn't just friends, they were family; blood never being a issue for either of them. It was the way it always had been. Determined to be there through it all, Ryder remained at his friends side, hand in hand; no matter how hard he gripped Ryder took it because that's exactly what Drake needed.
Bursting so fast into the room came Jaz, his arms stacked high with towels, medical supplies and meds as per Ryder's initial request. Pausing his querying eyes couldn't help but fall on Drake who in that moment in time was focusing on nothing but his closest friend. Shaking against the now blood covered sheets, he was clearly struggling to fight his own adrenaline with such little energy... "Now Jaz!" Ryder hissed, pulling his attention quickly round. Nodding he dropped the towels and medical supplies to the foot of the bed whilst leaning to hand over the pill bottle. Grabbing it, Ryder didn't waste any time in unscrewing the lid "Hang on D..." Tipping double of the recommended dose out into his hand, he shoved them in Drake's direction "Take these..."
Not even bothering to lean up, Drake didn't hesitate; grabbing the pills he chucked them back so fast Ryder didn't even get a chance to pick up the bottle of water from the ground and offer it to him. Gritting his teeth tightly together, Drake's eyes gradually fell closed; groaning with every inhale and exhale. Not being his first rodeo in the slightest, he pulled from his past experiences to assist in dealing; forcing the pain to the back of his mind it didn't take long for him to quickly drift in and out.
Exhaling deeply, Ryder turned himself; leaning his back against the concrete wall. Feeling his own adrenaline slowly calming, he tipped his head back, glancing up at the darkened sky through the glass paned roof. He wasn't going to lie, the sound of Drake's voice had scared the shit out of him in that moment.
"Ya think he'll be okay?" Jaz asked.
Glancing across the room at his friend, Ryder could see the concern clearly; most likely mirroring his own. Smirking he nodded "Drake's the toughest and most stubborn prick I've ever known, he'll be fine J" No way was he prepared to believe anything else.
"Let's hope so. I better go update the guys. Think I kinda rattled them running around like a fucking maniac..."
"Nice going" Ryder teased, sniggering at the mental image he currently held of the men below; wasn't they wound up enough already? "I'm gonna stay up here a bit"
Almost expecting that response, Jaz just nodded before making his way down to the lower level. Ryder was anything but soft, being Drake's second had to make him as hard as cross nails but he too had to process the shit that this life kicked up. Raising his hand, he pushed it back through his hair; his eyes settling on his brother. So convinced he'd lose him, Ryder had silently and devastatingly done his mourning over the past week; replaying that day's events over and over in his mind. Soon after came those useless and annoyingly guilt ridden questions of if he could have done more to save his life? Like a swift kick to the gut over and over, Ryder wasn't prepared to let himself off lightly for not doing more in that unbearable moment.
Knowing he'd woken from the unconsciousness he'd fallen into, Drake refused to open his eyes, to feel what he had moments ago. Surprisingly the more aware he became, he found that the pain hadn't disappeared, far from it but it definitely had lessened. God knows how long he'd been out for this time...
Pulling his heavy lids open, Drake still lay on his side; his head resting down against the mattress. Glancing up he found Ryder still sitting at eye level, his back leant against the wall. Carelessly he tossed back a shot of whiskey, clearly his friend was run down from the whole fucking palaver of him being shot.
"Now that's just fucking creepy..." Drake barely croaked out.
Swiping his head round at the sound of his voice, Ryder smirked at the comment. Pleased to see that his adrenaline had finally calmed, the shakes almost completely gone. Cocking his eyebrow up, Drake eyed his friend questionably "Ya watching me fucking sleep now?"
"Only for the last hour. Don't worry sleeping beauty, ya ain't my fucking type"
Feeling his lips curl, Drake sniggered "Good ta hear it. Here I was thinking ya'd turned into a fucking chick...an ugly one at that"
Letting a deep laugh escape him, Ryder nodded; his eyes suddenly darkening "It's good ta see ya D"
"Shit..." Drake breathed out, looking his friend directly in the eye; as if sensing the guilt that consumed him "That'll teach me for speaking too fucking soon..."
"Fuck you, I'll show ya the size of my fucking balls if ya in any fucking doubt..." Ryder smirked.
Sneering Drake just shook his head "I see some things never fucking change..."
Testament to the man himself, not even two deeply embedded bullets could keep the Red Jack's leader down for long. Barely conscious less than an hour ago, Drake sat rather uncomfortably on the sofa down on the lower level; with a little support from Kemp and Ryder descending the metal staircase he wouldn't have had it any other way. The time for sleeping was definitely fucking over. Shirtless and wrapped tightly in fresh bandage, Drake slowly slouched back further into the material, a shot of whiskey in one hand and a double dose of painkillers in the other - just what the doctor should've ordered.
Surrounding him, the Jacks perched; always ready to assist if he needed it. It was clear on every single one of their faces, the 'almost' demise of their friend and leader had left the Jack's wounded. Being permanently on guard and alert around the clock, they were undeniably tired - struggling against the forces that were continually threatening to knock them. Drake was neither blind or fucking stupid, he'd never say it outright but he cared for all of the boys he'd taken under his wing overtime. They were a brotherhood.
"How ya feeling?" Cruz asked.
Lifting his left brow at the question, Drake glanced up and round into the kitchen area to find the youngest member of the gang leaning against the counter, sipping casually on a beer bottle. Around him he could hear the others snigger and curse at the kid's stupidity. Smirking, Drake just shook his head "Like shit, thanks for asking sweetheart" He replied sarcastically.
On the opposite sofa, Gunner just sneered "Ya look like it to..." Feeling his friends glare suddenly on him in a second, he couldn't help but let out a deep throaty laugh "Man c'mon, ya look like a fucking mummy..."
"Yeah..." Jaz suddenly chipped in "Little overkill by Ryder on the bandage..."
Before Drake could respond to the banter, Ryder's voice suddenly echoed across the floor "I'm sorry, did either of you prick's take two slugs in the chest?" Pausing he took a moment to consider his answer mockingly "Umm, that would be a no. Have either of you ever taken a fucking slug in the chest?"
Watching him about to repeat that previous sarcastic and annoying action, Gunner couldn't help but interject "Alright, alright. Easy princess. Just a little fucking repartee over here..."
Leaning against the pool table, arms crossed tightly against his broad chest; Kemp just sniggered at the way in which Ryder and Gunner continued to go at one another over the smallest of things.
"Do I even wanna ask about Riley?" Drake's voice unexpectedly sliced into the silence. Undeniably the question was going to come at some point and undoubtedly The Jack's leader was about to lose it once more... Almost expecting a very unwanted reaction from Gunner after everything in that moment, Drake's hard eyes were suddenly on him; glaring harshly "Ya even think bout even breathing one fucking word..."
Instantly submitting, Gunner threw his hands up "Easy D. I wasn't gonna say shit. If I'm honest, after everything that went down, I respect how hard she fought against the Darley prick and damn, did the girl fight ta get ta ya..."
"Sunk that blade of yours so deep into the motherfucker's thigh..." Kemp interjected.
Exhaling deeply, he closed his eyes briefly, praising her for hurting the prick "So what happened?" He queried into the silence that had quickly fallen, pulling open his eyes he couldn't help but feel the uneasiness hit him at the sight of all of his boys bowing their heads at such a simple question "Well?!" He growled out.
Glancing down at the ground, Jaz shook his head, 'Oh fuck' running repeatedly through his mind; better to take the brunt on this one rather than keeping him in the dark on a subject that made him unbelievably dangerous. Inhaling deeply, he lifted his head and looked his friend directly in the eye "Cain has her..."
"What?" He barely asked through gritted teeth, hoping that his nightmare was really just that - a nightmare; with the revelation quickly settling he was suddenly upright and standing within seconds - the glass casually discarded and dropped to the ground, smashing instantly "How the fuck did that happen?!"
"Drake..." Ryder interjected taking a step forward, hoping to calm his friend before he pulled something...
But Ryder had another thing coming if he expected Drake to calm down after being told that Cain had the girl he loved more than anything. Now he was officially worried. "How long?" He proceeded to ask, his head turning in all directions; hoping that an answer would be given to him sooner rather than fucking later. The answer, whatever it was would then determine how much time he did or didn't have...
"Bout a week, it's been real quiet on the streets D but we've been looking..." Kemp responded.
Drake sneered "If Cain doesn't want ta be found, ya won't find him. Not without me anyways and according to Jaz, I'm six feet under the Orkney pavement" Closing his eyes, Drake dipped his head "Shit, shit, shit..." He cursed, the things Cain could do in a day just for fucking fun...
"I tried D, I told her ta get the fuck across the line but she wasn't listening for shit..." Ryder explained.
Turning his attention round to his second, Drake smirked angrily "As if she was gonna do that after Darley..." Pausing his breathe got caught violently in his lungs. Cain has Riley, already hurt from Darley. Clenching his fists, he took a step forward "Fuck were ya huh? Why didn't ya fucking help her?!" He growled out in anger.
Cursing, Ryder took a step closer to him; pointing aggressively in his direction "Fuck you D, I tried. I was preoccupied, helping you ya fucking prick!"
Almost sensing the situation about to escalate, Kemp pushed himself up and away from the pool table, slowly moving towards them; this was the last thing the Jack's needed "D, Ryder, C'mon!" He attempted to inject.
Drake glared at his closest friend, slapping his palm heatedly against his chest before motioning out in the direction at his side "My life is not worth more than hers!" Drake shouted; angrier at himself rather than anybody else for letting her be taken by none other than Cain. Shakily he took a step back, finding the support of Kemp's hand against his upper back; steadying him.
Drake knew he would kill her out of childish spite, that was if he hadn't already and that was the excruciatingly painful thought that was quickly stripping all of the strength from his legs.
Somewhere in the back of his clouded mind, he felt the edge of the sofa against the back of his legs "Easy..." Kemp's voice advised, guiding him firmly back into a seated position "Don't be losing ya fucking head now D, we need ya help ta get her back. Darley's been circling the estate like a mad man..."
"And I'm not lying brother, the effect seems ta be fucking spreading to ya to..." Gunner added.
Head dipped and resting in his hands, Drake stared at the floor below; every inhale and exhale hurting from the sudden movement he worked hard to control the anger and adrenaline that was currently pumping through every inch of him. Ryder being the closest in that moment would have felt the full brunt of his outburst if it wasn't for Kemp stepping up and in to calm the situation. He was right, they were going to get her back. It wasn't just them that needed him to have a clear and focused head. He needed it. Riley needed it.
"Riley Darley will do that to ya G..." Drake finally responded, lifting his head to meet Gunner's concerned gaze.
"So what do we do?" Gunner simply asked.
"What do we know?" Drake queried, glancing round and up his eyes met Ryder's.
Clearly still pissed at their argument, Ryder had no intention of holding it against him; instead he took it as a 'Typical Drake styled' apology and moved towards the sofa - taking a seat opposite next to Gunner "In short, Cain's asking for information on the Darley's, of course Riley's playing hardball. We've heard he's using the shooting against you as an excuse..."
Drake sneered, leaning back slightly he shuffled inside of his jean pocket, pulling out a cigarette from the pack he had stashed "Rye won't say shit. He's got more luck getting a Monk ta read the bible backwards..." Balancing the cigarette in between his index and middle finger, he lit the tip; sharply inhaling. Letting the smoke fill his lungs, Drake welcomed the pleasant and calming effects the drug had on him.
"There's something else..." Jaz added.
"And it's not fucking good..." Cruz murmured.
Drake's eyes darkened, "Isn't there always? What is it?"
Ryder's eyes moved uneasily from Drake to Kemp, to Jaz to Gunner, to Cruz to Drake. What he was about to say could not be taken back, Drake was not about to take this revelation lightly... "From what we've been seeing over the past week, we think Cain's working with B Street..." This had his attention instantly, slowly leaning up he took another drag on his cigarette; his eyes scarily hard - forcing Ryder to continue "We been seeing a lot more of their colours on this side of the fucking street..."
Sitting there Drake's mind circled over every possibility that this could be a mistake or a huge misunderstanding on Ryder's part. Like Drake, Cain despised B Street, over and over he refused to have anything to do with them. Years of working at the man's side, Drake couldn't help but question the judgement call made by his second. Cain had no business with Tyse, unless... He finally had a reason to? Fists clenching tightly at his side, Drake inhaled sharply... Darley. Pulling himself to his feet, Drake eyed his boys one by one. Being highly educated and anything but an idiot when it came to Cain and how the man's mind works, it didn't take a genius to work out that Cain had fucked each and every one of them over. Cain could less about Drake's and Riley's relationship, he was just using it, her, to bait Bones and the Darley's like he always would've done...
The stupid prick was actually working with Tyse, who was what? Going to share Stokely out the goodness of his already black heart? With Drake out of the way, Tyse and Cage would walk merrily and painfully all over him and in turn taking control of both Orkney and Stokely. Well fuck that, Drake would burn them all, Cain to for letting his power-hungry and greedy self get the better of him. "That so? Well looks like we got some cleaning up ta do on the way..." He simply and calmly replied; unbelievably pissed that Cain and Tyse baited him and Riley to get one over on Bones. Now that, would not go unpunished.
Hearing a snigger round to his left, he turned to find Gunner smirking "Ya know I'm game..." Chuckling slightly to himself at what was inevitably going to come, he cracked his knuckles; fucking loving the notion of wiping B Street out once and for all "Love a good excuse ta smash some skulls..."
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