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the pop comes swift and easy like rio didn’t even really think about it and, honestly, he didn’t. the shot hits the base of the guy’s neck and he’s already gone before the body crumples to the ground. the knife he’d been holding up to kate’s throat clatters off, a vague testimony that maybe the shot wasn’t wholly necessary. maybe he coulda been disarmed, maybe if rio’d said somethin’ first... nah, fuck that. he’s not a man of warnings and mercy, ‘least not when it comes to his people and kate’s... well, if she wasn’t before, it’s a helluva christening. that, or she owes him now. he’s not sure which will be most useful yet. dark brandy eyes flicker over her face as he tucks his glock back into the back band of his jeans. “you good?” and it feels like the only question he ever asks her. probably her knuckles are still spattered with pink cuts from her last meeting with the guy and now his blood is poolin’ up between them. head hangs back on his neck, his chin jutted up and lips pressing together. “figured you’d need a chaperone.”

@kausten​ asked:  ❛ um is everything okay other than, you know, everything? ❜ ( for charlie! )

“-- get in,” rio commands, level, but inherently urgent. in the same breath he’s leaning over the center console of his ride to pop the passenger door open. though in his peripheral he can see splatters of dried, black blood on her, he can’t be sure it’s kate’s. could be the person she was supposed to be collecting from, another job he’d sent her on. meant to be more like an errand, quick and easy. shit goes messy fast. 

peeling out, away from the dilapidated houses and barking dogs, rio keeps his eyes on the dark road. “the fuck happened?” somebody messing with his people, rio’s gonna want the details. finally he passes her a sidelong glance. “kate,” he says, more insistent now. “you good?”

sharp intake of breath hisses between clenched teeth and his arm stops dead in it’s upward track. bruised ribs don’t got a breath of mercy for him today and two broken fingers taped together on his right hand render him altogether useless in helping kate tug his shirt on. ain’t no new holes in him at least, just the old gun shot wounds mostly healed hidden in the brownish purple skin stretching over his shoulder.

he leans against kate’s solidity for a beat, catches his breath before he licks his lips and attempts lamely to start buttoning up the shirt. “i got a thing to do tonight,” he rasps, tone more cracked than gravelly now. the beating he took wasn’t a pretty one, but at least he still looks better than the other guy. dark eyes flash to her’s and there’s a mix of deadpanned impatience and wary humor there, but altogether blank in it’s vulnerability. “need you to go in my place.” leave it to rio to demand a favor from her while she’s still in the middle of another one.

“ look .... i ain’t looking for a group, friend or whatever. ” last group he bothered with hadn’t ended well, so couldn’t they just sort of .... pass by. maybe share a bit. “ we split this we move on, no need to linger for any reason. best for both of us, and no one ends up bleeding or dead because we just couldn’t get along, ya know? ” he offered as he let his head fall back and a sigh left him. 

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does your muse have any specific kinks? will surprise exactly no one that rio is dominant, that'll come with the obvious roll-out. choking, ties, hair pulling. he likes to be in control, but he's down for it to go the other way, too. mark him and he's really your's. he's also obviously a big Giver, but he's petty. the man will edge you forever.

favorite sex position? he'd say having her bent over and that'd be true, but it'd really be in that hitched up flush to his chest, buried in her hair, arms all-enveloped and everywhere, closer than physically possible kinda way. he is suffocating.