FAGE 9: The Last Ride
Written for: Speklez
Written By: TheDarkestFallingStar
Summary: An Undercover cop and a notorious crime family, what could go wrong?
Prompt used: Mafia/Organized crime
Author Note: Uh, there will be violence and swearing… just a heads up lol
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Bella woke with a groan to the sound of someone frantically banging heavily on her door; her eyes blearily gazed at the clock before cursing as she saw that it was barely past 5am… she’d gotten two hours sleep. The curses continued to spill from her lips as she threw on a dressing gown, gun grasped and hidden by her sleeve before making her way to the door, yanking it open with a scowl.
The person before her was a familiar one yet she still had the urge to shoot the asshole.
“The fuck ‘Metri? It’s five o’clock at the ass crack of fuck you.” She rasped out while stepping aside and letting him in, closing the door behind him. “What’s so urgent… it’s not Jade is it?”
Demetri shook his head as he strode in and slumped on the kitchen stool, laying the files in his hand on the counter. “I’m here because of these.”
It was a thick file, case report and autopsy. Bella frowned as she began to prepare everything for a few cups of coffee, if he wanted to talk work then she would need it. A frown pulled at her brows as she flipped open the manila folder, a familiar face peered back at her and a stone seemed to drop in the pit of her stomach.
There before her lying mangled, hands missing, eyes unseeing and gaping mouth with a missing tongue was the asshole that had harassed her on her first night working at Wild Things.
Demetri got up from his stool as he watched Isa read through the case file and prepared them a cup of coffee. “You see why I’m here?”
“This is the guy who laid hands on me at Wild Things the other night.” She stated, flipping to the next page of the report while taking a sip of the coffee Demetri placed near her elbow.
“Yes, a security guard found him early last night in the Pack’s Territory. His name is Joham Da Deus, he has an arrest warrant in Florida, New York, Nevada, New Mexico and one here as well.” Demetri explained, flipping to the next page.
Bella’s brows rose and disappeared into her hairline as she took in the list of charges laid against him. “Assault, Battery, Sexual Assault and Harassment, theft, fraud, tax evasion… this guy was… what was he doing in Wild Things?”
“He has four kids; Nahuel da Silva is his only son… It seems that Da Deus has been stalking Nahuel for quite some time.” Demetri explained while opening another folder, this time it was filled with images of Nahuel and a few other women.
The more she looked, the angrier she became. She knew Nahuel; he was the bartender at Wild Things and was only working there so he could pay for his aunt’s medical care and his youngest sister’s tuition through Veterinary School. He was quiet and kind, the complete opposite to the sperm donor that was his father.
“Do you have any clue who killed this asshole or why?” She asked and kicked herself as Demetri raised his brows in amusement.
“We know who did it of course and why, he was found dead with missing hands and tongue but of course there was no evidence at the scene, only speculation,” He replied. “I’m just giving you a heads up B, this could compromise your op.”
She couldn’t help but snort, masking the anxiety that burbled in her stomach. She didn’t want this task to go longer than necessary, nor did she want to end up in prison or dead. Of course many tasks like this that have had this happen in some way end up going south, like a cover being blown.
“There’s nothing I can say either way Demetri, he laid his hands on me, spouted a few words and you know the rules at Wild Things,” She explained.
“Yes, I do. But this isn’t the average run around that they do and you know it. Someone more violent did this, was he there?” Demetri asked serious, thin lipped and dark eyes.
The papers lowered instantly and a fire sparked behind her eyes. “Is this an interrogation Demetri? Are you here as a friend or as a cop?”
“I just don’t want to see you hurt Isa, there are too many people who will lose their composure if that were to happen and I really don’t want to be at war.” He explained, seeming to age ten years before her.
A sigh escaped her lips as she placed a hand upon his shoulder. “Go home D. Get some sleep, you look like shit. Worry about this later or let me worry about it for now.”
It took a little more convincing on her part and a threat of calling Jade to get his ass out of her apartment so she could get some sleep or attempt to anyway, but her mind kept wandering back to the case file that rested scattered across her kitchen bench.
Joham was barely recognisable; his jaw was dislocated and nearly torn off as someone ripped out his tongue. His hands seemed to have had the same treatment, well… she wasn’t sure what removed them but it wouldn’t have tickled for sure. It was an excessive use of force overall but she really couldn’t find it in her to be concerned.
Piercing grey eyes seen across the floor flashed across her memory, eyes the colour of a brewing storm that promised the very destruction Mother Nature could cause.
Warm arms that brought the comforting smell of leather, tobacco and something sharp… A deep rumble of a voice that sent shivers down her spine every time she thought of it.
She shook that memory vigorously from her mind as she gathered the files and stacked them neatly in the corner, she couldn’t think of the grey eyes in the darkness, not now. Now she needed to eat, drink another cup of coffee and come up with a plan to deal with this mess.
Plans formed in her mind, exit strategies and god she missed the early days… the lazy Sunday mornings with breakfast in bed. Warm laughter and soft spoken words….
No, stop… She scolded herself before filling up another cup while gathering what was left of the fruit salad and yoghurt in her fridge for breakfast.
An hour had passed when she was done; her bowl lay empty in the sink while the case report spread out before her. She was prepared; if anyone asked her anything she would know what to do and how to answer any questions. That wasn’t the problem though, god no, the problem was that she knew the officers working the case besides Demetri and they all thought that she was on extended leave.
This meant that she would have to call Fuckward and arrange a meeting between him and the Chief.
“Fuck you very much,” She hissed, be it towards the dick who lay dead in the images before her, those who did it, or Demetri for bringing this to her attention.
So much for a god damn day off…
Author Note: Poor, Poor Bella…