Realistic or Modern Organized Crime

[No More Pretending]

She held her head. "Good..." She rasped. Her voice was barely there, a side effect from nearly getting strangled to unconsciousness. She smiled over at Alex. "We got him..." she breathed.

 

[Zemfro]

By the time they reached the bar the whole town was awake, the sirens filling the streets as they arrive at the scene of the shootout. Meanwhile the staff filled the bar and were tended to their wounds. Alex was still out cold, Mike stayed close to Lynn for his next order, "What next boss?"

 

[No More Pretending]

"Double security and then go about business as usual," she rasped. "Is my fiancé going to be alright, Mike?"

 

[Zemfro]

"He's breathing, doc should be dealing with him in a few. He was beaten badly, but he's strong. He'll be fine. You may go and visit him if you wish." he nods to the back behind the stage. "Please excuse me, I'll be handling the security right now, boss." he says as he walks away.

The doc was as quiet as ever trying to remove the bullet without damaging too much of the skin or muscle that it already was.

 

[No More Pretending]

She walked back quietly after giving Mike a nod. Lynn sat beside the doctor. "How is he doing?"

 

[Zemfro]

Removing the bullet and setting it to the side of Alex he nodded softly, "He's fine. He'll just have to have a few days to himself to heal. You like the sound of you still being our boss?" He says softly.

 

[No More Pretending]

"As long as Alex is right back in my position as soon as he's one hundred percent okay."

 

[Zemfro]

He nodded slowly, "Then you're still our boss, Ms. O'Brien." he nodded as he walked out to go and tend to the other injured staff members. He laid there, motionless, couldn't help but being up her own memories of her past fiance.

 

[No More Pretending]

She looked over him slowly. "Oh, Alex... You had better be alright... I don't know what I'd do without you. You had better come around quickly!" She kissed his forehead. "Don't make me hurt like I used to."

 

[Zemfro]

In the silence she would hear him give a quiet laugh, "I'd love to but currently I have an unrelenting amount of pain going to my right arm at the moment." He says as he sits up slowly, his black eyes looking over her, "So...still think I look handsome?" He jokes.

 

[No More Pretending]

She rolled her eyes, grinning in spite of herself. "Nope, but it's too late to change my mind," she sighed dramatically before she kissed his cheek. "You idiot..." Lynn pulled her coppery curls away from her face. "If anything like this happens again, I will murder you."

 

[Zemfro]

"You'll murder me? Why? I'm trying to make you my wife and you thank me by killing me. Seems rude doesn't it?" He chuckled and brought her in for a kiss, "They came out of no where. I was just walking and then suddenly BAM, I was out cold."

 

[No More Pretending]

"I know..." she said with a sigh. "I'm just starting to think that maybe the price on our heads is getting too high not to warrant extra protection, ya know?"

 

[Zemfro]

"Yeah..." he sighed, "Maybe we should just go for the vacation earlier than expected." He chuckled. "Mike is a good guy. Before you came into the picture he was the second in command."

 

[No More Pretending]

"He certainly knows exactly how to get shit done," she said. "Leave him in charge and head out of town for a week?" She smiled a bit. "Where did we say we were going to go again? Someplace warm?"

 

[Zemfro]

"California. Always sounds pretty from people's descriptions." he nodded as he slid off the table and winced as he held onto the table, his knees buckling under him, barely catching himself.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Hey hey, none of that." She rushed to wrap her arms around his torso. "Lay back down, dummy!"

 

[Zemfro]

He sighs and climbs back onto the table, "I just wanna take us home so we can get some rest and call this a night..." he says softly. He looks over at her, "Lynn...i know this is a dangerous job...and if you want to back out and leave me behind you can. I'll give you a ticket out of here. I just don't want to see you hurt like I am."

 

[No More Pretending]

"Are the pain meds kicking in? That's crazy talk. I'll go get mike to help you to the car. I should stay and help out around here." Her eyes softened as she looked over at him. "You crazy bastard... I'm sorry to say your ass is stuck with me. It's too late for you to get rid of me. You've already let me get myself set on marrying you. That's what I intend to do."

 

[Zemfro]

"I'm not leaving here until you do. What kind of husband would I be to let you work this on your own...I just need some crutches." he looks up at her with a smile, "I just want to protect you is all, my love. But if you want to stay then...go help out the injured. Seeing how well you patched me up, you should go and aid the staff."

 

[No More Pretending]

"The doc did all the patching, dummy," she gave a sigh and kissed his forehead. "You know, I think I'll escort you home..."

 

[Zemfro]

He nods, "Sounds like a plan." he nodded firmly. Hopping off the table and standing tall, his knees shaking a bit. He was badly injured, it was clear to all yet he wanted to be strong for her.

 

[No More Pretending]

She grabbed crutches and handed them to him. "It's my turn to be the tough one, Alex." She kissed his cheek and smiled gently at him. "I'll stand tall for the both of us."

 

[Zemfro]

He looked at her and smiled, "I think I picked the best woman in the world. You always some how surprise me everyday." He says as he gets on his crutches and takes himself out of the room looking over his men injured and sitting around but still with a smile over their faces. He smiled, "These men will take care of you so long as you take care of them. Cmon...I wanna sleep on that old creaky bed." He chuckled.

 

[No More Pretending]

She laughed a bit. "Oh hush." She turned to Mike. "Take good care of things, like you always do."