By Chance
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
Views:
4,262
Reviews:
56
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 11
Sorry for the long wait
Chapter 11
“Oh God, Quentin.” The struggle for breath had never been so strong.
“Don’t forget about me, babe. Longtime, no see, huh?” The other man purred.
Rue stared at the men before her. One was her brother and the other one was her faux ex-boyfriend and pimp, Rick Shade. Once again, she cursed Joe Vic for not being there for her.
“’Scuse me, ma’am.” She’d know that polite firm tone anywhere. For the longest time, it had been like looking into a mirror when Rueben and Quentin were together. They possessed the same almost bewitching shade of jewel-like blue in their eyes and the same dark and handsome features. Except now, instead of looking like a time lapsed camera catching the same person at different stages of life, the pair appeared to the perfect fraternal twin combination.
Rick Shade’s head bounced against the wall. Quentin, much like an earlier Joe Vic performance, held his tightly around the throat, fingers threatening to slip as he became angrier. “Look mister, you said---You said you knew where my brother was--” Rick’s reddening face shook from side to side, trying to escape the hold, all the while he eyes stayed locked on Rue standing stock-still in the doorway.
Swallowing required much effort around the knot around his throat. But, he made it and began to stammer, “I…I didn’t lie…That’s your brother…J—just a lil’ different.”
“You. Lie.” Quentin’s temper was getting the better of him and Rue knew that if she didn’t want the only person in her family who’d ever given a damn about her to be hauled off to jail for murdering a sleazy part time dope runner and wannabe pimp, she needed to step in now.
“Quentin--” Her first try went ignored. But, a second wouldn’t. “Quentin Reese Delacroix! Put that man down.” Rue stepped closer to the entangled pair. Her gaze moved from Quentin to a relief filled Rick Shade. What a slick bastard. Her gaze stayed innocent, but her voice became malicious as she continued to focus on her brother. “He deserves to have the life choked out of him, but not be the likes of you.”
Dark brows furrowed in extreme confusion. Rick Shade fell to the floor in a graceless heap, his faux leather coat breaking his fall. He gasped for breath as Quentin circled Rue with befuddlement as his trusty mental crutch at present.
“How…what…why?” His words dropped from his lips in no particular order, trying to make sense of the situation without making sense himself.
Rue hesitated in touching him, still recalling how bad things could turn fairly quickly; she just turned towards the apartment door. “Maybe, you should come inside so we can talk.”
He’s stopped pacing long enough to just stare at nothing. Internally battling his decision to come up north to find his little brother and finding it even harder to turn away. “Yeah, I think I better--” Before he fully crossed the threshold, he turned to look at Rick Shade’s somewhat smug face, “Now, you need to git outta here. I sincerely thank you for helping me, but I don’t you coming ‘round here no more. Got that.” From the moment, he’d met the man, Quentin was sure of nothing else save for the man’s tendency to rub him the wrong way. He was slick, way too slick for someone—anyone, especially his little brother to trust and not limp away from in the end.
He wiped his slit lip and grinned back with more a snarl than a smile. I’ll see her again, because I found her. Rick Shade composed himself back to his normal good looking smarmy state and left the reunion in piece. He’d have his visitation time soon.
TBC/?
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Chapter 11
“Oh God, Quentin.” The struggle for breath had never been so strong.
“Don’t forget about me, babe. Longtime, no see, huh?” The other man purred.
Rue stared at the men before her. One was her brother and the other one was her faux ex-boyfriend and pimp, Rick Shade. Once again, she cursed Joe Vic for not being there for her.
“’Scuse me, ma’am.” She’d know that polite firm tone anywhere. For the longest time, it had been like looking into a mirror when Rueben and Quentin were together. They possessed the same almost bewitching shade of jewel-like blue in their eyes and the same dark and handsome features. Except now, instead of looking like a time lapsed camera catching the same person at different stages of life, the pair appeared to the perfect fraternal twin combination.
Rick Shade’s head bounced against the wall. Quentin, much like an earlier Joe Vic performance, held his tightly around the throat, fingers threatening to slip as he became angrier. “Look mister, you said---You said you knew where my brother was--” Rick’s reddening face shook from side to side, trying to escape the hold, all the while he eyes stayed locked on Rue standing stock-still in the doorway.
Swallowing required much effort around the knot around his throat. But, he made it and began to stammer, “I…I didn’t lie…That’s your brother…J—just a lil’ different.”
“You. Lie.” Quentin’s temper was getting the better of him and Rue knew that if she didn’t want the only person in her family who’d ever given a damn about her to be hauled off to jail for murdering a sleazy part time dope runner and wannabe pimp, she needed to step in now.
“Quentin--” Her first try went ignored. But, a second wouldn’t. “Quentin Reese Delacroix! Put that man down.” Rue stepped closer to the entangled pair. Her gaze moved from Quentin to a relief filled Rick Shade. What a slick bastard. Her gaze stayed innocent, but her voice became malicious as she continued to focus on her brother. “He deserves to have the life choked out of him, but not be the likes of you.”
Dark brows furrowed in extreme confusion. Rick Shade fell to the floor in a graceless heap, his faux leather coat breaking his fall. He gasped for breath as Quentin circled Rue with befuddlement as his trusty mental crutch at present.
“How…what…why?” His words dropped from his lips in no particular order, trying to make sense of the situation without making sense himself.
Rue hesitated in touching him, still recalling how bad things could turn fairly quickly; she just turned towards the apartment door. “Maybe, you should come inside so we can talk.”
He’s stopped pacing long enough to just stare at nothing. Internally battling his decision to come up north to find his little brother and finding it even harder to turn away. “Yeah, I think I better--” Before he fully crossed the threshold, he turned to look at Rick Shade’s somewhat smug face, “Now, you need to git outta here. I sincerely thank you for helping me, but I don’t you coming ‘round here no more. Got that.” From the moment, he’d met the man, Quentin was sure of nothing else save for the man’s tendency to rub him the wrong way. He was slick, way too slick for someone—anyone, especially his little brother to trust and not limp away from in the end.
He wiped his slit lip and grinned back with more a snarl than a smile. I’ll see her again, because I found her. Rick Shade composed himself back to his normal good looking smarmy state and left the reunion in piece. He’d have his visitation time soon.
TBC/?
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