Chapter 4: Caught up in the Country
From: Handiwork Series
Pairing: Mechanic! Farmhand! Curtis x Bartender! Reader
Summary: Itâs a long night for both you and Curtis following his capture from the bar
Word count: 3,682
Content/warnings: depictions of light torture (punching, smacking), mentions of blood, bruises, mob themes, mentions of fire and guns, knives, kidnapping, sad vibes, I tried not to make it too graphic, threats, kissing, lil bit of sad vibes, happy ending tho
Authorâs Note: itâs been awhile, so go easy on me as I jump back into writing. Iâm still trying to figure out Cherry, but I hope you can see her toughness here, as well as how deeply she cares. Takes place at the same times as YCMBWH Ch. 11 and The Rainmaker Ch. 8
I canât wait to hear your feedback in all forms! Thank you for reading!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Everything felt heavy as Curtisâs head lulled to the side. He was blinking back into consciousness as he awoke from a sleep that was anything but restful. The world was black. His muscles felt tight and sore as he tried to wiggle his fingers for sensation but his wrists were restrained by a familiar burning sensation: rope.
The smell around him was familiar, yet different. There was a rich fertilizer undertone, paired with the apparent moisture in the air. It was crisp, yet toasty almost. He knew this one: barn with a hint of hay, not one of his, but likely local? The only other farm owner around was-
Curtisâs eyes were presented to a searing light as a black veil was pulled away. He tried to blink into adjustment under the lamp that hovered only a few inches above his head as the world slowly became clearer. A dirt floor was under his feet and he was surrounded by four red walls. They werenât worn like the ones on his familyâs farm, though. They seemed new. As his gaze continued to search around, thatâs when he finally saw her, the one woman who had been at the bar, and suddenly he knew exactly what was happening.
You bit your nail on one hand, the other wrapped around your torso for comfort, as you paced across the rug in the living room of the farm home. After the fight had been handled and dissipated at the bar, Decks had driven you back to Beeâs house in your truck, in near silence. The whole ride home, youâd have been trembling if it wasnât for the way she let you hold her hand with a reassuring squeeze, but now she was nowhere to be found.
Perhaps she was out wherever Bucky and Steve were, but you were pulled out of your thoughts about where she or Curtis could have possibly gone as Bee burst through the front door.
âHey, Iâm not sure how to say this, but I think itâs about time for an interrogation? Buckyâs men have Lloyd and Cole in one of the old barns. Werenât sure if you wanted to be there or not for it.â
Her normally bright voice held a tentative and gloomy tone, as did her eyes. You dropped your arms with a sigh and nodded, following her out the door.
When you got to the barn, you saw it was lined with twice as many guards as the bar earlier in the night. You looked around at the men standing tall and alert, a look on their faces like they werenât about to make the same mistake twice. Good.
You stopped at the open doors as Bee went in to find Bucky and took a deep breath and a moment to steel yourself.
You walked into the barn, boots scuffing the hay floor, head turning, taking in the sights before you. In two metal chairs, tied up, were the men from the bar: Cole and Lloyd who crossed well, everyone here.
Bucky stood in front of them with a menacing glare, Steve off to the side, leaning back against a stack of hay bales, arms and legs crossed as he watched the scene occurring.
They mustâve been at this for a little while now based off the bruises you could see forming on the mob bossâs hand, but the look on the mustached rivalâs face wouldnât have given that away. He smiled through the grime that physically and metaphorically coated him. Cole looked as scared and unsure as ever, evidently not cut out for this. You werenât either, if you were honest with yourself, but youâd seen your fair share of things in your day. And you wouldnât let yourself dare to think if Curtis was going through worse than what you witnessed now.
You calmly made your way over and stood next to Bee, who had leaned next to Steve. Sensing your arrival, Bucky came over and began lowly whispering his strategy.
âI canât get jack shit with Lloyd here, fucking bastard. I know Cole will squeal as soon as heâs alone, though. We just need to-â
He was cut off by a sound that made you all turn your heads. The rafters of the barn creaked and down swung Decks, before landing onto the soft floor. The action caught the attention of the captives, too, as the watched her stalk over to them. Her shoulders were stiff, unyielding.
Steve made a movement to go towards her, but Bucky barred him with an arm, likely curious to see where this went. You strained your ears to hear her.
âIâll give you one more shot. Iâm sick of watching this dance. Where. Is. Curtis?â
A stuttering voice came out of Cole. âI-I donât know.â
Smack. In a flash, his head was tossed to the side.
âWrong answer.â
She took a step to her left, putting herself directly in front of Lloyd.
âWhere?â
Her voice was alarmingly even. Calm, yet rage-filled. All you could see was the back of Lloydâs shaking head, paired with his shoulders that appeared to be raising up and down with laughter. You werenât sure if he took notice, though, at the way Decksâs fists tightened.
âOh, come on, Pumpkin. Youâre a smartie. Bet youâre a sweet peach just like your friend, too, but Iâm not giving up whe-â
Punch. Right to the jaw. It was almost in slow motion as Lloyd fell to the hay floor in a heap with a dull thump and a rustle. She had knocked him out cold.
Her eyes were fixed on Cole again.
âIs that motivation enough for you to help us now?â
Cole furiously nodded and looked back over his shoulder at you. âIâll talk to her.â
Your eyes went wide. You knew the least here out of everyone. Well, you guessed Decks knew less since she was in the dark for so long, but you were the farthest removed from it all. You were saved, though, when Steve shook his head, this time stepping forward without being stopped.
âNo way. You lost your right to negotiate when you let Lloyd cross that line. You talk to me or you donât have a tongue to talk anymore. Got it?â
You could see Cole swallow even from your distance as he nodded. With that, Bucky tilted his head in reference for you and Bee to leave the barn. When you searched for Decks to follow out, she was already long gone on her way back to the house.
Curtis had been here for hours now, but with the adrenaline running through him, it simultaneously felt like minutes and days. His wrists and ankles were getting sore from the tight restraints, but at least he wasnât gagged. He guessed that whoever these people were didnât think they were in for a tongue lashing. Boy, were they wrong. Every ounce of politeness was wrung out of him by now, if not from the torture he faced, then from having to listen to Lillian yell at seemingly incapable henchmen. Bucky would never. Curtis had seen what a tight ship he ran.
After rolling her eyes at a man furiously typing on a computer, she made her way back over to Curtis.
âDo you know where you are?â
Curtis let out a dry, humorless laugh. Heâd been sitting here for how long and that was what she had to say to him?
âNot really, but Iâm sure youâre gonna tell me. I might have a couple guesses, though. But really, thank you for your hospitality for finally getting around to that.â
Lillian continued to circle him like a shark in her red bottom heels, doing her best to blow off his sardonic tone. The floor of this barn wasnât dirt like the ones on his own farm property. It was wooden, so he heard the obnoxious clunk with every step she took.
She stopped and crouched down in front of him, hands on her knees over the grossly inappropriate pencil skirt she wore on this occasion.
âI thought you were supposed to be a nice, kind country boy. Chivalrous. Polite. Especially to women.â
Curtis tried his best to hold back a scoff.
âPerhaps Iâd change my tune if you hadnâtâŠya know, kidnapped me. But based on your behavior in general, how you were treating my girl? Calling someone a bitch knows no gender.â
Lilian slapped Curtis across the face at that and he leaned to the side, spitting, lucky to find no blood. At least she hadnât gone in on him that hard. Yet.
She turned around and strutted to the table where the henchman sat with a computer and leaned back on her hands against it, crossing her ankles.
âWhen Iâm done with you and your little friend group, youâll be lucky to find yourself in a speaking position at all.â
Curtisâs body wasnât sure whether to shudder at the coldness or roll his eyes. Maybe if he just kept talking, heâd be able to stall enough until help came.
âI thought Lloyd was supposed to be the unhinged oneâ
An eerie smirk crossed Lilianâs face at that. âWhere do you think he learned his skills? I rarely spent time this far outside the city, but, you know, Iâd like to think of myself as somewhat of a cowboy killer.â
Curtis shrugged before he remembered why he was hardly moving due to the jolt of pain that ran through him from the ropes. âWhile thatâs mildly concerning, I do feel compelled to tell you that Iâm more of a farmer and less of a cowboy. Iâd say the closest thing you know to one of those is your boy Cole.â
Curtis was taking in every detail he could of his surroundings as he kept this conversation going. One of those details, though, included how Lilianâs eyes slightly widened at the mention of the prick Curtis had spent almost his whole life despising.
âHuh, that got something out of youâŠ.â Realization took over his features. âOh my gosh, youâre sleeping with him, arenât you?â
Her previously cool and deranged demeanor had shifted. âPsh, what? Thatâs absurd. Youâve known Cole for how long? Why would I want to be with him?â
If he wasnât careful, heâd say he was almost enjoying seeing someone who seemed like they had it all figured out make such a terrible decision. He had to tread a line, though. Keep talking without fully upsetting her and making the torture worse.
âThatâs a great question, but I mean, I didnât have great taste in romantic partners in my twenties, so I canât blame you, really. So whatâs this all about? Youâre attacking Bee because she turned down Coleâs business proposal? No, even he doesnât have the brain capacity for this sort of a vendetta.â Another moment of realization accompanied a gasp. âOh my gosh, you used to date Bucky, didnât you? Itâs because of that? You want to take her down because of that? Like, come on. This is a bit much, Lil.â
She scowled at the nickname and accusation. âYouâre ridiculous if you think all of this is over a lost lover.â
Curtis cocked his head to the side. âAm I? Am I, though?â
Lilian sighed and threw her hands up at exasperation, not only at being exposed, but at the fact that Curtis wouldnât believe her fake denial at the situation. âGod, you hicks are so dense. Never listen. Iâm sure I could say anything to you and it would go in one ear, out the other.â
Curtis droppped his head and shook it. Yeah, okay Lilian. Believe whatever you want. Itâs your funeral. He looked back up at her through his eyelashes. So sass only got him more insults, what about compliments?
âYouâre right, I think youâre probably the only one with a law degree within 100 miles of this place.â
She nodded. âYou bet I am. And one would think tha-â
She was cut off by a henchman coming up behind her and whispering over her shoulder into her ear. Her ruby red lips turned down into a frown as she rolled her eyes once again behind a mask of mascara, eyeliner, and dark eye shadow. The more he looked at her, the more Curtis saw a person. One capable of making mistakes, several, sloppy mistakes, that were hopefully to his advantage. The henchman stepped back, awaiting further instruction.
Lilian groaned. âUgh, fine. Alright.â
She pointed at Curtis with a menacing squint. âYou stay here while I investigate. Move an inch and Iâll pull out the knife. You havenât seen me yet with one of those.â
You waited anxiously in the farm house, pacing the floor once again before you gasped in alarm, stopped by a hand on the shoulder. When you looked up from your feet, you were met with concerned eyes before you were pulled in for a hug. It was Decks.
Her chin was tucked over your shoulder and she squeezed you close.
âItâs okay. Itâs going to be okay. Theyâre going to find him. I bet they already have.â
You nodded and squeezed her back, holding tight to the baggy flannel shirt she wore. From the smell of it, you could tell it was an old one of Curtisâs. You couldnât blame her, it was probably way more comfortable than anything she had left.
You pulled away, seeing the sincerity in her gaze.
âYeah, I know. Doesnât mean Iâm not a little on edge, though. Thanks for what you did back there, by the way. I was afraid I was gonna have to jump in and show those guys whoâs boss, but you had it covered.â You gave a watery laugh.
Decks gave a shrug. âEh, anything for a friend. And youâre really the only one here that Iâm not upset with right now.â
That brought a rare smile to your face. It was a little funny, but also sadly true. You knew she wasnât dealing with this all as well as you, but admired her for sticking around. You could see so much honesty in her, probably a quality that drew her so close in her friendship with Curtis. It was comforting and exactly what you needed.
And speaking of comfort, a welcoming smell began to waft in from the kitchen. Bee was cooking, which didnât seem super appropriate for the moment, until you looked at the clock above the stove.
It was early morning by now. Though the curtains were all pulled tight, through the seam in the middle, you could see the beginnings of daylight peeking through. It was then that you realized youâd been running for nearly twelve hours on sheer adrenaline and a need to stay strong until Curtis returned. It seemed like you should keep fighting, keep pushing for him to come back, but it was out of your hands now. Buckyâs men were on the job. All you could do was wait at this point. Hopefully this good meal could hold you over until then.
It was an ambush. All Curtis heard was a light shuffling inside his shielding of the barn, followed by dampened swift blows and brief screams. That mustâve been Buckyâs men.
The closed barn doors allowed him little room to see what was going on, but the scattered gunshots were enough to sense that something was coming closer. Only Lilianâs men were fools enough to cause that much of a scene.
As the sounds died down, the barn door slid open, and Curtis squinted at the morning light that was directed right towards his eyes. A shadow quickly covered it, though. Curtis couldnât make out the face, darkened by the rays of sun that framed it, but he knew the outline of that build. It was similar to the one that was in his farm fields for weeks, but the waist was slimmer. It carried itself with just a little more proper posture and grace.
âSteve?â
The figure approached and his face was lit up by the overhead barn lights. A crooked, apologetic smile was there under a pair of sincere blue eyes. It was Steve. Curtis wasnât sure whether to scowl or smile at his savior.
âHey there, partner. Iâm here for retrieval service.â
Steve walked around behind Curtis and crouched down, pulling the knife out of his breast pocket, flicking it open, and cutting the ropes from his wrists. Curtis immediately brought his hands to his front, rubbing the tender area.
âDid you get Lilian? She was outside. And all the guards? Is everyone else okay? Howâs Cherry? Decks? Bee?â
Steve walked around to Curtisâs front, crouching once again to begin sawing at the ropes that held his ankles.
âThe girls are good. Safe on the farm being guarded, but I think they can handle themselves. Your girl has taken this quite well all things considered.â
Steve broke through the ankle restraints and looked up at Curtisâs face. There was a cut on his cheek that appeared to be bruising slowly.
âLilian got you pretty good, huh? Donât worry, weâve got her now. And Lloyd and Cole. Theyâre getting delivered back to an old friend in the city as we speak. Probably wonât have to see their faces ever again. Thatâs a blessing.â
Curtis nodded in assent. âYou could say that again.â
Steve looked Curtis once over. âCan you walk?â
Curtis nodded and groaned as he threw his hands to his knees and pressed out of the uncomfortable metal chair.
âYeahâŠyou never really answered all of my questions, though, city boy, at least not fullyâŠ.â
Steve walked with Curtis up to the edge of the barn, peeking out to check if the coast was clear and speaking into an ear piece. He nodded with confirmation and his shoulders relaxed a little, although Steve grabbed the gun from the holster on his hip just in case, keeping it low as they shuffled out into the open field.
When Curtis looked around, he could see it was one of the Turners farms, but not the original one. A newer one: one that had been taken over. Scattered all around him were other, smaller barns on fire. When he looked back behind him to where he had just been moments ago, that one was too, flames ripping through it like a warm knife in butter.
Once Curtis turned back to him as they approached a black SUV, Steve looked at him with his eyebrows pinched inwards.
Curtis got up in the driverâs seat despite the way Steve was very evidently guiding him towards the passenger side and held his hand out for the keys.
âCome on. While I drive home, youâre gonna walk me through your plan to get Decks back. If the next time I see her, sheâs as mopey as sheâs been this weekend, or worse yet, this hardens her, youâll have hell to pay.â
Steve sighed as he settled into his seat. âOkay, okay. But I think Iâm gonna need a lot of your input. Just be nice about it.â
Curtis raised a skeptical brow at Steve as he pulled out onto the country road, leaving the burning farm behind them and Bucky and his men to finish up.
You had finished you meal and sat back on the couch, leg bouncing as you worked out a plan. Curtis needed to get back safely. He had to. You didnât know what youâd do if he didnât. Probably beat up Bucky first for getting you all in this mess, then move. Far, far away. Run like you always needed to, even if this was the first place you really felt like you belonged. That would be easiest, your truck could probably handle it, right?
You were startled by the sound of the front door clicking and in an act of self defense, you grabbed your empty coffee mug off the table and threw it at the front entryway. As the door opened, it shut just as quickly from the startle of the ceramic shattering against the wall. From the outside, you could hear, âHoly cow. Um, good arm? But itâs me, darlinââŠâ
Your shoulders dropped in relief. âCurtis!?â
You ran to the front door, socked feet gliding on the wood, and you pulled the handle and whipped it open. He was standing there, Steve behind him. You threw yourself into his arms, hands wrapped around his neck as he squeezed around your torso.
âItâs me. Hi sweet girl. Iâm okay.â
You pulled away with a smile on your face. Your hands ran along his beard and you leaned in for a deep kiss. When you looked at him, your eyes roamed over his face, bruised and slightly wincing at the gentle circles of your thumb. You moved to pull away and apologize, but he grabbed your wrist to keep you there. Iâll never let you go.
You simply nodded and smiled, before looking over his shoulder at the dark-haired mob boss walking up the driveway. His car had just pulled in.
Your eyes narrowed to slits as you gave Curtis a quick peck on the nose.
âYou go on ahead and get in there. I think some people will be very happy to see you.â
Curtis nodded, sensing what was about to go down, and gave you a kiss on the top of your head as his hand rubbed your waist before walking through the threshold, and Steve followed behind him.
As Bucky scaled the front porch steps, about to take the same path as the other two men inside, he was stopped by your pointer finger to his chest. Your voice was threatening and low. âYou, mister. If you ever let another threat like this, or one of your crazy ex girlfriends near us again, no one is coming out that unscathed. Am I understood?â
His eyebrows raised as he gave you a salute. âYes maâam. You have my word.â
You gave him a curt nod of agreement and went inside.
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Bonus A/N: sorry for the dark vibes, but go Curtis and Cherry! Two badasses even in a hard situation imo, although sheâs not so forward with it because she doesnât have the direct threat. What do you think?
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