[Ray had to be careful, he knew that much. If Vecchio fought back even half as much as he himself had done, then he was risking coming out of this with a few wounds to hide from Fraser. Maybe he could pass it off as his dad and him having a fight if the need really arose, but he'd rather avoid injury altogether. It was only fair that this happened. Only karma coming back to make Vecchio pay for what he did, so why should he fight? Might as well accept fate and take it like a bitch.
It wasn't just about what had happened in that mansion, but the fact that asshole had still acted like he had even after realising Ray was his stand in. What sort of person does that? A person stuck deep undercover, sure, but that didn't sit as a reasonable excuse for Stanley. Being undercover as Vecchio didn't mean he had to go around trying to fuck his ex-wife. And maybe his undercover work was a little easier, he got that, but he should still be entitled to his revenge.]
You talk too much, Vecchio, anyone ever tell you that? Maybe some people got the patience for it, but me? I hear 'Stanley' one more time and I'm gonna crack your skull with this gun, yeah?
[The gun doesn't move, neither does his gaze, locked on Vecchio from the back seat, alternating between what he could see from his current angle and what the rear-view mirror presented. He'd catch any movement, and even the slightest creep of a hand away from that wheel would be questioned. The Italian likely knew that much, especially as he grips tighter around it, Kowalski catching the slight whitening of his knuckles even in the poor lighting of the car.
Vecchio was tense. It was a beautiful fucking sight to see him like that, cooperative and careful, tightly strung thanks to the metal at his skin, and oozing tension even without much of an outward display of nerves. Not a bad show of calmness, really, but Ray knew what this was like, knew what must be racing through the guys head right now. It's a desperate clamber of thoughts, of self preservation while knowing that there was so little that could be done.
He had to make a decision. Couldn't keep both of them sitting here for the rest of the night. The car might have been a nice enough spot, but it was too cramped for him to be able to keep tabs on the other, the risk far too high. There was the smallest of chance the other cop kept additional protection elsewhere in the vehicle. No, the Riv was out of the question. Driving might be an idea, but where? And would they be seen? No point Ray feigning innocence and claiming he was in Canada when someone saw him sitting in the back of Ray's Riv.]
You and me, we're gonna take a lil' walk up to your place. In a sec I want you to open the door, one hand, real slow, then get outta the car. I'm gonna keep this gun on you the whole time. If I don't like the way you move, I'll fill your skull with lead.
[As he speaks one hand shifts slowly to the seat mechanism, ready to pop it up if Ray tries to bolt. These old cars weren't so great for speedy access in and out of the back seat, but bullets travelled plenty fast enough.]
You got any visitors at the moment, Vecchio? Anyone you need to kick out? I think we're gonna need our privacy.
no subject
It wasn't just about what had happened in that mansion, but the fact that asshole had still acted like he had even after realising Ray was his stand in. What sort of person does that? A person stuck deep undercover, sure, but that didn't sit as a reasonable excuse for Stanley. Being undercover as Vecchio didn't mean he had to go around trying to fuck his ex-wife. And maybe his undercover work was a little easier, he got that, but he should still be entitled to his revenge.]
You talk too much, Vecchio, anyone ever tell you that? Maybe some people got the patience for it, but me? I hear 'Stanley' one more time and I'm gonna crack your skull with this gun, yeah?
[The gun doesn't move, neither does his gaze, locked on Vecchio from the back seat, alternating between what he could see from his current angle and what the rear-view mirror presented. He'd catch any movement, and even the slightest creep of a hand away from that wheel would be questioned. The Italian likely knew that much, especially as he grips tighter around it, Kowalski catching the slight whitening of his knuckles even in the poor lighting of the car.
Vecchio was tense. It was a beautiful fucking sight to see him like that, cooperative and careful, tightly strung thanks to the metal at his skin, and oozing tension even without much of an outward display of nerves. Not a bad show of calmness, really, but Ray knew what this was like, knew what must be racing through the guys head right now. It's a desperate clamber of thoughts, of self preservation while knowing that there was so little that could be done.
He had to make a decision. Couldn't keep both of them sitting here for the rest of the night. The car might have been a nice enough spot, but it was too cramped for him to be able to keep tabs on the other, the risk far too high. There was the smallest of chance the other cop kept additional protection elsewhere in the vehicle. No, the Riv was out of the question. Driving might be an idea, but where? And would they be seen? No point Ray feigning innocence and claiming he was in Canada when someone saw him sitting in the back of Ray's Riv.]
You and me, we're gonna take a lil' walk up to your place. In a sec I want you to open the door, one hand, real slow, then get outta the car. I'm gonna keep this gun on you the whole time. If I don't like the way you move, I'll fill your skull with lead.
[As he speaks one hand shifts slowly to the seat mechanism, ready to pop it up if Ray tries to bolt. These old cars weren't so great for speedy access in and out of the back seat, but bullets travelled plenty fast enough.]
You got any visitors at the moment, Vecchio? Anyone you need to kick out? I think we're gonna need our privacy.