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The sun had set and only the lurkers were out. They were gathered in the tavern, the best in town. A young thief was speaking, immersing everyone around him in his story as he waved his tanned hands dramatically. Everyone wanted to hear about his latest steal, even his eager friends, who watched him with glee in their eyes as they drank their beer.
“Come on Lan, ‘et to it boy.” Pierre yelled, drunk, tired of his brown haired friend dragging out his story.
“Shh!” Lando whispered, turning back to the bar. He was tipsy, maybe a little drunk he thought as he wobbled on the barstool he currently stood on. Max was keeping a careful eye on the boys legs in case he fell.
“I stole the fellas diamonds right out from under ‘is nose.” The people in the bar, already immersed into the story, were too busy focusing on the young thief to hear the tavern door open. A man walked in and sat among the crowd. “I innit even see the fella. Just saw ‘is pretty diamonds!”
The crowd cheered and chanted for him. Lando stumbled off the chair and sat down. Pople came up to him, buying him drink after drink. He was floating by the end of the night, brushing off the concerned glances Max was sending him.
“Imma git air.” He yelled, getting out of his seat and pushing though the sweaty bodies. Once he was outside, he collapsed against the wall, head spinning. He had drank too much.
“What is your name?” A man asked appearing out of nowhere. Lando, startled, flinched slightly, looking up through half lidded eyes. The man wasn’t from here, he knew that much. He had to be from the rich lands.
He was attractive, not that Lando wanted to admit it, dressed in a clean white shirt and dark trousers. It was stark opposite to Lando’s dark jeans and flares chaps, along with his flannel shirt that had holds throughout it.
“Why do yew c’are?” He questioned, slurring his words.
“That was an interesting story you told back there.” The man moved to stand next to him, not sitting in the dirt as Lando had.
Lando stomach churned, something about this man was dangerous. He had an accent around his words, one that wasn’t to be messed with. Lando grew more clear minded as the apprehensiveness hit him.
“I hava thing fer story tell’in. My momma used ta ‘ell me stories.” Lando took a slow breath of the humid air, keeping his eyes ahead. This man wanted something from him. Sweat prickled his brow, but he payed no mind to it. That was the thing about the Wild West, a lot died from the heat. Lando grew to get used to the suffocating air.
You had to, or you would die.
“What did you steal from that and I quote, lowlife rich?” The dark haired man asked, brown eyes burning Lando’s skin. Lando turned to look at the man as he spoke. He didn’t like the predatory gaze in his eyes.
“Diamonds.”
The man crouched next to him and Lando tensed. “I want my diamonds back.”
This couldn’t be happening.
“My family is a very important one. One that won’t hesitate to get back what was taken, no matter the cost. You have till tomorrow, pretty boy, bring them here at dusk, or suffer the consequences.”
“I’m not givin ‘em back.” Lando slurred as the man got up, drunken brain spilling out his thoughts.
Then the hand grabbed him and threw him against the wall, strong arm pinning him there. Lando was too drunk to fight back so he just smirked, licking his lips.
“I’ll sleep with ya, ‘oes that pay off the cost of you’r diamonds?”
The man paused, shocked by his words. Lando leaned his weight in the man’s hands, bored. “I only make one time’ off’ers, so—“
Rough lips slammed against his and Lando reeled back in shock, hitting his head on the wall behind him.
The man smirked, his brown hair blowing across his face, “Startled darling? You did offer, may I remind you.”
“ ’m never one to back dow’n from a challenge.”
The man’s eyes gleamed. “Good. Let’s go.”
Lando was too drunk to say other wise. The man pulled him down the roads and Lando finally pulled away a street later. “Where we goin?”
“My place.” The man answered trying to tug him along. Lando didn’t move.
“No. We goin’ to mine.”
“No.”
“Yea’.” Lando started at the man, waiting for him to disagree again. Surprisingly he didn’t.
“Fine. Lead the way, pretty boy.”
Lando walked unsteadily down the dirt roads. He led the man to his hideout, the place he stayed when he got in fights with Pierre and Max. No one knew about it, except him, and now this man. Lando wasn’t thinking clearly.
“Are you taking me to a shed to ambush me?”
Lando scoffed. “I’m takin’ yew to a shed to sleep with yew.”
The man huffed at that, otherwise staying silent. Lando tugged his along, stumbling over his feet.
“How drunk are you?” The man asked, watching Lando almost fall once more.
“Not enough’.” He muttered in a low drawl, rolling his eyes. They were close.
As they reached the old shed, Lando pulled the rich man inside. “ ‘ere is mah humble adome.”
As he turned he was met by rough lips pressing against his. Lando keened into the kiss, unable to stop his whines. He was a loud mess when he was drunk.
The man shoved him against the wall, sending Lando’s stetson to the ground. Lando grinned into the kiss. The man didn’t like that, he bit down on Lando’s lower lip, making him hiss and push away.
Lando licked at the blood that began to drip from his lip. “Wud’ya do that for?”
The man hitched his fingers through Lando’s jeans and pulled him closer. “What’s your name, runt?”
“ ‘m not a runt.” Lando hissed, tilting his head as the man began to kiss his neck. The rich man’s beard was rough on his skin, but Lando didn’t mind.
As the man bit down Lando yelped, “Are too.”
Lando opened his mouth to retaliate but the man grabbed his jaw, squeezing his cheeks. “You’re a runt, because you are going to let me fuck you like good boy.”
He moaned in response. The man, satisfied, began to kiss his neck again.
“Ya know,” Lando said, lips turning upward, “I wanna know the name of the man I git fucked by.”
“Darlin, if I tell you my name, you will run for the hills.”
“There’s few people the West are scared by.” Lando countered.
“I’m one of them.” The man drawled, grinding down on him. Lando squirmed, breath hitching as the pressure didn’t ease up. Lando was hard with want, and this man wasn’t letting up, not letting him have what he wanted.
“Stop teasin,” Lando muttered, pushing himself harder against the man.
He felt the city boy smirk against his throat. Out where Lando was they called anyone who wasn’t native a city boy, or even a softie. They weren’t raised in the harsh conditions as the West, so they didn’t get respect.
“Damn city boy.” He hissed, bucking his hips into the man. The man didn’t like that bitting him neck.
“What!” Lando asked. “I don’t know your name, what else am I supposed to call you.”
“Carlos.” Lando froze. “That’s my name.”
The man pulled away noticing Lando’s rigid posture.
“I told you, you’d be scared.”
The man in front of him was Carlos Sainz. The heir of the most famous and most dangerous mob boss in the world. His family were bandits stealing blood money, and about everything else from those who cross them.
Lando had stolen from a Sainz. He was dead.
“Fuck.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck!”
Carlos smirked. “Fuck?”
“Does sleepin with yah really pay ‘dis off?” Lando needed to know. He had siblings to look after, he needed this money. Needed it badly. His ma was dying, and his pa had been killed by bandits.
His baby sister had tuberculosis. She was getting weaker by the day. Lando needed this money to pay her sickness off.
Carlos smirked, “It does on one condition.”
“Wat condition?” He gritted out.
“You owe me a favor, whenever I want, whatever I want.”
“Fine.” Lando gritted out. “Deal. Now fuck me. I need to get home.”
The man, Carlos, studied him. He noticed his mood shift, and took a step back. “I will, whenever I want. Not tonight. That’s part of the deal.”
“Fine. Fuck you Sainz, and your stupid money.”
“Is that all, baby?” He asked, taking another step to the door. Lando stalked past him, picking back up his stetson.
“And fuck yewr stupid attractive face.”
Lando stomped home, cursing himself out the whole time. His money was in his safe, he had already gone to the doctor for medicine. His sister would likely survive, with the right care.
He entered his home quietly.
Ollie was asleep on the floor. His mother had given Ciscy the only bed. She was coughing, breaths short and congested.
Flo was asleep next to their mother, brown hair shielding her face.
Lando relaxed, taking off his boots. He crept back outside, blanket in hand. He laid on his porch, looking up to the stars.
Then the door creaked open and Ollie stepped outside. His small frame barely covered half the doorway. Lando smiled. “Hi Ollie, what’dya doing out here?”
His younger brother, stuck his thumb in his mouth, “I couldn’t sleep, not without yah.”
“Wanna stay out ‘ere with me?” Lando asked opening his blanket.
Ollie nodded, stumbling towards him. Lando held him closer, covering him with his blanket.
Ollie fell asleep quickly. Lando couldn’t no matter how he tried. Carlos Sainz had made a deal with him.
Lando had stolen his blood money and used it.
Lando would do whatever the man asked of him, because he stole the man’s money.
The thing was, he didn’t care. As long as his family stayed safe, he would do whatever the man wanted.