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Prologue
“Fucking Christ,” Beecher hissed with a scowl. He’d just gone to the fucking bathroom; they couldn’t have gotten that far. They’d only been back in Em city for 2 damn days, how much trouble could they be looking for all ready? Frustrated and slightly annoyed, he stopped by the table Rebadow was playing solitaire at, still looking around even as he asked, “Have you seen,”
The man didn’t even let him finish, “Behind the stairs.”
Beecher mumbled his thanks as he moved casually towards the stairs. If they were up to something he didn’t want to draw attention to it. He glanced around; making sure no one was paying him any attention, before he ducked behind the stairs.
He paused at the scene, unable to do anything else as he took in what he was seeing. He shook his head, it was practically a reproduction of a scene from Upton 3 months ago, his life was on repeat.
Keller held the guy by the neck while saying, “If you as much as look at either one of them, I will snap your neck. If you so much as think about looking his way,” unknown man being threatened was turned to look at him, “I will fuck you bloody with my fist while I break your neck.”
Beecher rolled his eyes. Keller was lucky Beecher loved him, normally psychotic episodes were a turn off but Keller did them so well. This was probably his fault really, he had asked Keller to help him watch after the two chuckleheads, who thought Keller’s very real threats in their defense were amusing.
He glanced over the two, who seemed unharmed. He moved over to join them, “What happened?”
As the story came out, it wasn’t anything Beecher hadn’t expected in an environment with so many new people. The way O’Reily and Alvarez had looked before was temptation, now it was a little too much not to expect trouble, “and then what?”
“Then nothing, he smacked Ryan’s ass and Keller hauled him back here.”
Ryan rested his chin on Miguel’s shoulder. “It was nothing, he barely touched me.”
“Close enough for me.” Alvarez reached up and patted the head on his shoulder.
The unnamed man made a choking sound and Alvarez glanced over. “He does realize if the guy had really pissed us off we’d kill him ourselves. It’d save O’Reily from boredom.”
“I think he’s trying to impress me,” Beecher replied, as he glanced over his shoulder, “that’s enough lover. I think he’s got it.”
O’Reily tilted his head, “Impress you, he’s got you. No more courting rituals for you two, the body count get’s too high.”
Beecher snorted, “Whereas you two send flowers”, he tossed a smile towards Keller with a shrug; “maybe he’s just jealous I’ve already picked up a life sentence for the two of you and wants to add to his. There’s really no telling.” He was kidding but knew it was too soon by the way Alvarez and O’Reily became serious and shifted closer to each other.
“Beech,” Alvarez stepped closer, brushing his hand over Beecher’s arm, “you saved our lives, if weren’t for you and Torquemada, we’d be worse than dead. We won’t forget that shit man.”
“Ever.” O’Reily added.
“And they have about that long to make it up to you,” Keller announced with cheer as he threw an arm around Beecher, who moved into him and rolled his eyes.