#agentaislinnoconner

“Did he say those briefs had to be done by tomorrow morning? There’s still 13 pages left!”

Chato Santana better known to almost everyone as El Diablo sighed soflty looking bored as he looked at the two men, eyeing them silently his face unreadable. He sighed as they offered him one thing after another in payment for the drugs he’d given them  out of good will, waving a hand to silence them.  “What I’m hearing is you two have no way to pay me,”  He said calmly.  Lewis looked at his friend before looking at The younger man who was lording the world over them frowning deeply.  “We have something, its worth a lot,”  He said with a nod of his head.  Chato arched an eyebrow.  “What is it?”  He asked looking annoyed as he stood up from the chair in the dingy poorly kept living room, trying to ignore the screaming cries of an infant child from somewhere upstairs.   Lewis took a deep breath before he nodded.  “Son, his daughter,”  He said with a grin.  Len crouched quietly in the hallway listening in on the meeting between his and Aislin’s fathers and El Diablo and his boys. His whole body tensed when his father offered them up to pay for the drugs.  

Len shifted his weight quietly bouncing on his toes, he looked down watching his big toe stick through the top of his shoe.  Sighing softly he took a deep breath smiling he focused on an older lady, smiling he hurried off the curb and walked up to her.  “Ma’am, I lost my train ticket, ma’am, and I can’t get home, could you spare some change?”  He asked quickly ignoring the look he got as change was shoved at him quickly as the woman bustled away from the scruffy filthy boy.   He hopped back up on the curb rubbing at his head scratching lightly as he looked for his next mark shoving the change into his pocket he looked around and moved towards the blond humming.  “How are we doing?”  He asked softly looking worried he wasn’t going so well at all and he was going to get his ass kicked if he didn’t come home with enough money.  He was getting desperate enough to try grabbing a wallet or two. @agentaislinnoconner,

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He still dreams about it,  every night without fail, even with the meds the coctors said would help, even with Mick there to sooth him to sleep every night,  He dreams about it,  laying on the floor, in the filthy living room, blood, his own blood all over the floor, the world dimming out, his mother screaming and crying, the explosion he body coming into view, Lisa’s wails from the playpen only 4 no five feet away, and the explosion again.  He doesn’t remember how he ended up on the floor, or where the pain came from, he just knows he’s dying....he doesn’t dream about after, he doesn’t really remember after, he only remembers that moment when his world ended..... He’s jerks upright with a scream, his chest heaving as he struggles for air, flailing out when hands grab at him trying to calm him, he screams again struggling to get away from who ever’s trying to hold him still, the dim light on the bedside table is on, and footsteps are hurrying towards the room, but all he can see is his own blood.   “Shh, shhh, Lenny come on, COme back to me its just a dream Lenny,”  Mick’s voice pushes into the fog of his brain and he grips at his wrist trying to ground himself, the door opens across the room,  and he pushes back against Len, struggling for air still, certain if he can move the shirt he’s wearing he’ll find the hole that tore through his chest that night so long ago... “Come on Lenny, it’s okay...it’s just a dream it’s okay,”  MIck speaks trying to be heard over the terrified choking screams coming from the younger teen.  “Come on, please Len, its okay I promise,”   @agentaislinnoconner

Deacon was pissed taking a deep breath he pointed his finger at the runner.  “Go, you go and Tell that fuck, to meet me in neutral territory or West 7 will come down on Southie and burn it to the ground.  “NOBODY fucks up one of my boys and gets away with it, “  He snapped glancing up as Ramse came in.  “What?”  “He’ll be alright, shaken up but...no serious damage,”  He responded again. Deacon paused frowning the other man looked up expectantly.  “What are you waiting for, GO tell Rielly he needs to get his ass over to the Neutral Zone now,”  He said.  The man nodded and ran out of the room quietly to deliver Deacon’s message.  Deacon glanced at Ramse.  “He well enough to travel?”  He asked.  Ramse nodded.  “Yah, I think so.”  He agreed.  “GOod get him and Cole ready, you’re all coming with me,”  He said calmly.  @agentaislinnoconner

Ethan Seckie, Jose Ramse, Traitor, father, brother, Soulmate, he came with many names, at at this point in his cycle none of them were easy to swallow. His son was in the future, his soulmate dead, he was a traitor to the world, and he was no one’s brother.  He wouldn’t of answered to the name of Ramse, or Jose if you’d paid him too, and being Ethan Seckie was a mask.   "Mr. Seckie,”  His secretary spoke up from the door,  He blinked and opened his eyes slowly before looking at her , letting a sigh pass his lips.  “Yes, come in, “ “There’s a Mr. O’Conner here to see you,”  She said softly.  Ramse nodded.  “Yes, of course show him in,”  @agentaislinnoconner