cloudless9193 (cloudless_9193) wrote,

Light of Day

The lads are deeply undercover here, very tough and very much in love. And there is hurt/comfort.
The perfect fic for me.

Light of Day by PRZed

"Oh, fuckin' hell," Gaz said suddenly and dropped his eyes down to the tabletop. "He's on his way over."

"Who is?" asked Rob.

"That bloody screw. Doyle."

Looking up, Bodie saw that Gaz had it right. Doyle was fixed on their table and was walking deliberately toward them, his truncheon beating a tattoo on the palm of his hand. If he didn't know Doyle, didn't know why he was here, he might have been as afraid of him as Gaz and Rob clearly were. There was no mercy visible in Doyle's bearing at all.

The truncheon slammed down on the table right beside Bodie, barely missing his hand.

"So, what have we here? Conspiracy? Plans for mayhem?"

His two companions kept their eyes firmly down and didn't respond. Bodie reckoned he might as well start making himself into proper bait while his backup was standing here beside him.

"We're just eating our breakfast, so why don't you leave us alone?"

Quick as a flash of summer lightning, Doyle had his stick pressed at the base of Bodie's throat.

"You don't give the orders around here, Sunshine. You want to remember that."

Bodie swallowed once before answering, the stick at his throat making it difficult. "And if I don't remember?"

Doyle pulled the truncheon away, then brought the end back quickly into the middle of Bodie's stomach, right in the solar plexus. Bodie doubled over as all the air was driven out of his lungs.

"If you don't remember, that'll be the least that happens to you." Bodie tried desperately to draw in air as Doyle loomed over him. "Your card is marked, Sunshine. You want to watch you don't get thrown out of the game."

One more sharp tap on the table with his stick, and then Doyle was gone. Tears streaming from his eyes, Bodie watched as his partner moved to the far end of the servery to where two other guards were standing. Bodie scowled as he saw Doyle talking and laughing with them.

"Told you he was a right bastard," Gaz said.

"Yeah," Bodie gasped out. "You were right."

Tags: przed, recs

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