Introduction
Until Ryan Mullins appeared. He was an upstart who slowly inserted himself into the Donnelly family. He knew how to persuade. He knew how to fight. He knew how to get what he wanted. And he never second guessed himself. It wasn't hard to figure out why Ian trusted him. Ryan became his second hand man and never failed him. Then, in the middle of winter as the snow fell from the sky, Ryan was gone and the cops were on Ian's doorstep. At his trial, evidence appeared where there was none. And Ian was sent to prison for the rest of his life.
Ryan's real life began when Ian was put away. He had been undercover for a few years, worming his way into the Donnelly family. But it came at a cost...
Ryan became engaged shortly after. He chose someone completely different from Merian. Emily Withersfield was easy, accessible, without agenda. And she wasn't tied to the mob. He began putting his undercover life behind him. Emily's dream of white picket fences in the suburbs became Ryan's dream. She ignored his restless nights, his bouts of insomnia, his silences. He, in turn, ignored them as well.
A former soldier in the Donnelly Family rose through the ranks and filled the power vacuum. Peter Brady married Ian's daughter to solidify his claim as head of the family. He was ruthless and cruel. He posed a threat to all of Ryan's work. But he also posed a threat to someone more precious... Merian Palmer. Ryan has to go back under and reinsert himself as an old friend of the Donnelly's without betraying his position. But he also has to get to Merian before Peter.
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If Devil Peter appeared, he would have reminded him that Merian tried to kill him and Ryan was probably going to do just that. It was a tough decision. He couldn't quite make up his mind so he just drove faster, turning onto unmarked roads as he lost himself in the wilderness.
As Ryan looked into Merian's eyes, he recalled his years on the force. He had been shot at and seen others shot as well. He had seen people die, sometimes by his own hand. He had seen abused children and broken women. He had seen men with eyes white from fear. But this was the first moment he, himself, had ever felt so vulnerable. There was nothing he could do. He was so lost.
"Merian, it's going to be okay," he lied, unable to admit they were losing time. He held her close, kissing her cheek. "Just hold on. I'll get you some place safe," But where the hell was that? He had panicked and ran. Now they could be anywhere. And he had left Emily behind. Everything had fallen apart.
Then suddenly, an unexpected savior arrived in the form of a roaring SUV. Inside were Peter and Emily, as if Fate, itself, had decided to throw them back together. However the power had shifted. It was Peter's mercy he needed now. Strangely, Peter slowed down, swearing loudly as he did so. He rolled down the window. "Of all the fucking places," he complained. Apparently he was having a battle within and realized he had lost.
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When she opened them, Emily and Perer were on front of her, as she laid out in the back seat, Eyan in the passenger as Emily was trying to retrieve the billet with a pair of tweezers. "Ahh!" She screamed as jolts of pain surged through her. "Fuck!" She growled wearily as she held onto to the door handle.
(I'll post more for Em when we get somewhere. In life she probably wouldn't be talking much.)
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"Are you really in the position to argue with me?" Peter growled, "Maybe I'll just sit here, take a load off... stretch my legs," He folded his arms with the keys in a clenched fist.
"You son of a bitch!" Ryan shouted, throwing a punch. Peter's head smacked into the side window. Both started to scuffle, throwing punches in the front seat. At one point, Peter got Ryan in a head lock. He squeezed his head until it turned purple as a grape and then Ryan threw a sharp elbow up into Peter's rib cage. He fell back in his seat with the breath knocked out of him.
Ryan grabbed Peter by the ear, nearly knocking him into the steering wheel. "Drive us to the damn hospital now OR I drive and at the closest cliff, I finish the job those two knuckleheads out there couldn't do!"
Peter tried to pull away but Ryan's grip was strong. "Fine! Just let go! I'm not a fucking kid," he grumbled. With a twist of his wrist, he started the car back up and roared back down the road.
Ryan turned to see Merian and Emily. "How's everything back here?"
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Median screeched in tears, but soon gave up the fight it seemed as she was slowly losing all of her energy. It felt like her body was deadweight. Emily's eyes grew big, examining the total blood loss on the drag and herself. "R-ryan.." She muttered. "We need a hospital, now." She barked to the front, as she moved to the seat, holding Merian's head in her lap.
"Merian? Baby, stay with me okay? " she started stroking her hair, then for some reason started telling her stories about Emily and Ryan. Of course, it was the only time in her life she actually felt fun.
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Peter's heart clenched in his chest. Everything was falling out of his control. No matter what he did, everything just fell apart. Rising up in the ranks of the mob, his tenacity for violence only got him so far. He wasn't charming and he wasn't clever. He got lucky with Ryan and Bridget. Without Ryan leaving a gaping hole in the family and Bridget's grief, Peter never would have headed the family. But even that fell apart. Even before Ryan was there, he was at the mercy of Bridget's father's shadow. He was never good enough. There was always someone better and lately, it was Ryan. And now Merian was dying the backseat and Peter was heading towards Hell himself. "Let me concentrate, asshole! This ain't Manhattan!"
They roared down the road, zipping past the wilderness until they hit civilization. "Where's the hospital?" Peter asked, nearly hysterical.
Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Calm down," he said, punching in the location in the GPS of the SVU. As the voice directed them towards the hospital, Ryan put the gun into the holster inside his jacket. As Peter rolled up in the parking lot, he reached into his pocket and with one deft move, slapped the handcuffs onto Peter, chaining him to the steering wheel.
"What the fuck!" Peter screamed, pulling at his arm.
"You're a fugitive, moron!" Ryan reminded him as he hopped out of the car. With the help of Emily, they got Merian into the hospital. Soon Ryan was the one sitting by Merian's side in the hospital room.
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Merian doesn't remember much of what happened besides waking up in a hospital bed. "Mmm.." She groaned in stiffness and tried to look around but, closed her eyes back hut. When she saw duplicates of everything.
"R-ry..an..?" She muttered, the medicine seeping into her blood, heavily affecting her.
Emily was sitting behind Peter, as she didn't want to see the couple reunite. "Are you okay?" She frowned at the handcuffs on his wrists.
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Peter was stuck in the parking lot. He had tried to pry the steering wheel off but unfortunately the luxury SVU was solid as a rock. Emily appeared, sitting next to him. 'I'm handcuffed," he snapped, "what do you think?" He smacked his fist into the dashboard. He hit it again. Nothing alleviated his frustration. "Is Merian okay?" he said, refusing to look Emily in the eye. He wasn't mad at her exactly but he couldn't get his anger out at Ryan. Emily was the next best thing.
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Emily nervously played with her hands. "I heard she flatlined for a few minutes but she'll be fine now." Emily reported to Peter, frowning at his state. "You know.. Maybe you just need something else to put all your focus on.. Like you did with Merian, but only, with something else. " she bit her lip. "Like.. Me." Emily grinned leaning on the passenger seat, watching him punch the dashboard.
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Peter turned to Emily. His brow scrunched together as he considered her words. "What the hell are you talking about?" He had only met her that day and yet he couldn't seem to get rid of her. "Look, you're... nice or whatever but I've got a girl..." even as he said it, he realized how insane he sounded. Ryan was at Merian's side, not Peter. She had been shot because of him. Everything Peter touched seemed to fall apart. "I need to focus on getting free," he said. He avoided her gaze. She had the look of the suburbs all over her. With her expensive haircut and clean make-up, she was like a foreigner in his world.
Before he could say another world, he caught sight of a familiar face in the rearview mirror. It was one of the men that shot at them in the woods. How the hell did they find him? "Get down!" he shouted, revving the engine and slamming on the gas in reverse. The tires squealed before a loud thud hit the back. A scream followed before the wheels rose and fell. "Speed bump," Peter said, hoping Emily would believe him. Not that it mattered, he told himself, he didn't care what she thought. They roared out of the parking lot. The other shooter was nowhere to be found but if they found him at the hospital, they'd find him anywhere.
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Emily frowned, jerking back as he squealed the car, and was laying in the back as he drove. "Speed bump my ass." Emily snapped, and sat in the middle of the seats upfront, but in the back. "Who are those people?" She questioned studying the anxious handcuffed driver.
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"They're trying to kill me, does it matter who they are?" he growled, yanking the wheel to a sharp left. He slammed a fist into the horn several times, giving other cars and pedestrians a short warning. "This is impossible," he said, trying to maneuver with cuffed hands. "Do me a favor, sweetheart, check the back and see if they left anything useful like a gun," he said, making another sharp left. Peter couldn't see the other shooter but a smack against the car suggested he was close. In the mirror he saw the shooter in a low sports car with a gun flailing out the window. He only hoped Peter could maneuver away from the bullets.
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Emily started looking around the backseat, when she heard ringing on her phone. Ignoring it, she started looking all over the car, until she found a pistol. It wasn't much, but it could still kill. "Here-" She started then shook her head. Peter needed to focus on driving, not shooting. So, reluctantly, she rolled down the window, and stuck her gun out, aiming, and knocking the shooter in the head, then, she shot a tire or two, causing the little sports car to flip, her and Peter zooming off.
"What the fuck is going on around here?" She breathed heavy in the backseat, and looked at Peter through the rearview mirror, her window slowly rolling up. "Watch out." She shot off his handcuffs, the bullet ricocheted out of the car.
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Peter could hear Emily rummaging in the back and the familiar metallic click of the gun. She handed it to him but the cuffs made it awkward. "Just... shoot at them. Aim's not a priority," he snarled, eyeing the car that followed. Every move he made, it followed. The problem with an SUV was that it was bulky. Every turn was wide and getting up to speed was difficult. The sports car could manuever through traffic with ease and turn on a dime. It would be a heartbeat before the shooter was on them.
Then suddenly, Emily shot out the window. She actually hit the car. He was impressed. However when he spotted the car flipping over on the road, he was stunned. Who the hell was she? He began to slow down, turning off the road.
"Watch out," she said and shot at the handcuffs. Peter swore as the bullet pinged off the metal and smacked against the ceiling.
"What the fuck, are you trying to kill me? And where the hell did you learn to shoot like that? Don't tell me it was beginner's luck," he barked.
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Things finally calmed down in the lives of the four. Emily was enjoying her new life which consisted of being with Peter constantly, as he was working on something he seemed to really care about, but she didn't really. She sighed as she laid her head on her arm, looking out the window as the trees seemed to fly by, Peter driving crazily fast as always. Emily didn't even know where they were going. All she knew for sure was that she could, and seemed to be the only one who could, calm down Peter when he went into his tantrums. She didn't honestly know what she was doing, as per Merian, who knew exactly what she was doing every second.
"Please slow down, Pete!" She cursed as a rock went flailing up into the windshield
Merian and Ryan were finally married, and enjoying the marriage bliss, as they were still technically newlyweds at 2 months. Merian lounged around most days, telling her love goodbye in the mornings, to hello in the evenings, and then get lost in his embrace. They were finally safe, and settled in an actual house. She couldn't believe what had happened over the past few years, and she ran a hand through her hair as she sipped her coffee that morning. It seemed to be getting harder and harder to find something she could actually work at, and help with finances.
"Baby, I can't find anything. Again." She shook her head, softly closing the paper.
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Emily had a hand in his success too, if he had to admit it. He didn't want to however. No matter what they did, they always seemed to find themselves stuck to each other. They tried to leave. Emily went back home after the minor scuffle in Alaska. However her association with Peter made her a target and he had to bail her out. Then when they tried to part ways, Peter was injured and she stayed to tend his wounds. Eventually they made their situation work in their favor. Emily was strangely good at organized crime. It was a little unsettling.
They're relationship was professional, not that Peter flirted from time to time when he had been drinking. But he kept his distance. It was strange for him. Usually he tried to sleep with anything with a skirt but not her. The pull was so strong, he felt like he would be devoured whole if he made a real move on her.
His cell rang. "Shit... it's the fucking dragon. Emily, answer my phone," he said, trying to pull his phone from his pocket. "Damn it, reach in there and answer it. It's probably Bridget. We're late," he sneered. He was always late. He should have let Emily handle the meeting. They were never late when she took charge.
Ryan was in heaven. He had been in heaven since he married Merian. They had settled in a house in a small piece of paradise. There was a tree in the backyard with a swing. A white picket fence. It was all so normal and wonderful. He had lost touch with Emily. He really didn't need anyone from his old life. He took a job as a sheriff and made a decent living, less than what he had made before. Merian had often wanted to earn money outside. He appreciated it but felt she was too hard on herself when she couldn't find anything.
"Don't worry so much," he said, kissing her neck softly. "In five months, you'll have your hands full with a baby," He took a sip of coffee. "Maybe you could work at home... sell soap online or something... maybe go back to school?" he offered. He was supportive but secretly, he wanted her home with him in their tiny piece of paradise.
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"We're in the clear.. for now." She smiled at Peter forcefully. Emily had gotten to the point to where Peter was just a headache waiting to manifest in her head. She hadn't thought of Ryan once since her new adventures if she was being honest.
As they pulled up, she playfully hit Peter's shoulder. "Late again!" She teased, slamming her car door, and following Peter into the house of Bridget, obvious she had a child, as there were toys everywhere outside. "Good cover.." She noted, looking around the front yard.
Merian sighed as he kissed at her neck. "Mhmm.. selling soap online sounds so much fun, Sheriff." She frowned, and leaned against Peter. Looking down, she was 4 months along, and chuckled to herself. "Some days I wonder if I'm going to pop. I'm not even halfway yet." Merian snuggled her head under Ryan's, and her arms around his waist as they sat on a loveseat, by the dining table.
"You know.. that crib should be in soon." She started rambling nonsense as she felt tired, and nipped at the skin on his neck and shoulder to keep herself occupied.
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He stepped on a lego and swore under his breath. "What the..." he had almost forgotten he was a father. Of course, he had a few children here and there. Well, possibly. It was difficult to tell with the kind of women he went after. This one was most likely his. As they walked inside, he caught sight of the kid. It was a little girl with his eyes and her mother's black curls. He didn't know what to feel. It was that damned Emily. She was always so concerned with people, it was rubbing off on him. He turned to her, taking her arm gently. He leaned in and with a whisper, he said, "I need you to stay here. Talk to my kid... maybe find out her name... It shouldn't be long," The scent of her caught him breathless for a moment. He shook it off and went into the office where he had shot Ryan.
Ryan stroked her hair. "The crib.... I nearly forgot. I need to paint that room. Have you decided on a color yet?" Swatches of paint dotted the wall. They had many talks of the room and the colors and the themes. Even the guys at work had input. They teased him about being whipped but if this was whipped, he'd take it over anything else.
Absentmindedly, he wrapped an arm around her and rested a hand on her belly. She was only slightly showing but it was becoming more and more obvious that the swell of life was there. "You have a ways to go before you pop," he said with a grin. He shifted in his seat, leaning down towards Merian's belly. He rested his head against her stomach. He was only able to hear gurgling. "I think I hear him... I think he's saying he wants the yellow ducks on the wall... and to be called Ralph..."
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The child was a gorgeous little girl, who had the same eyes as Peter. "Hey sweetie.." She smiled, sitting with the girl and was given a tour of the playroom by the hostess, as well as what each animal was named. The girl was shy enough, and seemed to behave like Bridget, managing to hold her own, as she didn't really acknowledge Emily that much.
Emily looked up as the doors to the office opened, and she stood, smiling at the other adults.
Merian rolled her eyes as Ryan couldn't see her. "Again, Ralph Mullins is not an attractive name, Ryan." She sneered, squinting her eyes down at him. Stretching against the back of the seat, she noticed the time. "I thought you were going to work today? Or are you taking off unexpectedly?" She grinned, and kissed him slowly, then pulled back as she stood, taking their cups to the sink. "If you're staying, then you should help me paint the Nursery." She smiled, and leaned against the door way looking at her husband.
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He took a seat across from Bridget and she pushed a glass of scotch in front of him. They spoke of small things like territory and strategy. Each one trying to gauge the other's power... Finally Bridget asked, "So you've forgotten all about Merian? The little slut that ruined our marriage?"
He took a swig, giving himself a moment to think. A lot had ruined their marriage. Merian really had no point. Over the few months, he had barely thought of her. Yet Bridget was looking for something. She wouldn't have brought Merian up for nothing. Maybe she was trying to start up again, get Peter back. Maybe Peter could use that to his advantage.
"She's old news, Bridget... When I get more settled, she'll be the next on my list. No one tries to kill me and lives. If I ever get my hands on her..." Bridget seemed to buy it. They continued chatting. By the end, it looked like an actual truce was possible. Peter left the office, unaware that he had set a bomb in his path and Bridget was about the light the match. He peered over at Emily trying to connect with his kid. He couldn't help but smile.
"Ralph was my father's name," Ryan insisted, "Maybe as a middle name?" he followed her into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and distracting her from the dishes. When she mentioned the dishes, he groaned. "Shit... no I'm late," he said, pulling away. "Damn it," He grabbed his keys and his badge.
"I'll be home on time," he said, oddly thrilled that this was a reality. "I'll help you paint tonight. Call me if anything happens," he said. Eventually he made it out of the door and onto work. When he arrived, he got an earful from his boss. "It won't happen again," he assured him. "Damn it, Mullins, I know you're having a kid but not yet. You can still go on with your life," He nodded before finally leaving his boss's office. He was wrong. Ryan couldn't go on with his life like before. Everything was changing and it was finally changing for the better.
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Emily found herself sipping on a small plastic tea cup, with her pinky up as her hostess so strongly suggested. They played for what seemed like forever before Emily noticed the adults finally coming out. "I'm sorry to cut our fun, love but I need to go." She smiled to the girl, who nodded happily, and hugged Emily's neck before she stood, and Em couldn't resist the chance, hugging her tightly back.
"Ready?" She asked as she finally parted ways with her new little friend, and looked to Peter, a little happier in that moment.
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