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Notes: Here's another one. When it came out that Harvey worked for the District Attorney's office, all I can think of is a pissed off convict that Harvey put away, getting out and being hell bent on revenge. So, here it is. I know I already have two other WIP's, but I couldn't help myself. There's going to be some rough language and violence directed towards Mike, be warned.
Best Served Cold-Chapter 1
"Tell me what you got, Ronny?"
Ronny looks at his cousin, Benny. Even though Ronny's older than Benny by two years, Benny still scares the shit out of him. Benny has a stocky build, but he's muscular, a lot more muscular than Ronny. Benny has always been muscular, but serving those eight years for robbery gave Benny the time and means to chisel his body into a very domineering form.
If Benny's body wasn't intimidating enough, the scar that ran diagonal across his left cheek surely scared people. That too was a gift from serving jail time. Yes, Ronny was a little afraid of his cousin, but they were family. And that's why he's here. It's a family thing. He couldn't do a damn thing to help his cousin when Benny was arrested, tried, convicted, and sentenced for the robbery that he too took part in.
Ronny still recalls sitting across from Benny in the visitation room at Rikers. Ronny was going to turn himself in. He didn't feel it was right to have Benny serve time for a crime that he too committed. But, Benny told him not to do it. "Cuz, don't say a word. As far as the DA is concerned with my confession, I'm the only one who was involved. It's my first time, Specter said they're going to be lenient. I'll be out in a year, two tops. This place is overcrowded, they're not going to keep me here for long when they have worse perps to lock up. This wouldn't be your first time, you'd be here a lot longer than me. I need you to stay out of this. Someone has to look after Sean."
Sean. That's why Ronny is standing in front of Benny now. Ronny was supposed to look after Sean when Benny was doing his stint for robbery. What the cousins thought would be two years, turned out to be eight thanks to a hardened judge who didn't see past the fact that it was Benny's first time in trouble, and that he had a fifteen your old brother to look after. And Specter didn't say a damn thing, didn't lift a damn finger to help him out. Now Sean is dead. Ronny couldn't get over his guilt of letting Benny take the rap, he fell into the bottle, hard. And with Benny locked away and Ronny hitting the bottle, Sean got into trouble. A lot of trouble that ended with Sean dead.
Benny's out now, and wants to fix things. Ronny failed his cousin before, he won't do that again. This is why he's here now, to make up for the fact that he wasn't around for Sean. He's sober, well more sober than he was when Sean was alive, and he's going to help Benny any way he can.
"Specter's a hot shot lawyer. He's working at that fancy, smancy law firm, Pearson Hardman."
"I knew Specter thought he was too good to work for the DA's office." Benny snickers.
"Yeah, he'd be tough to get to. He has his own driver, and lives in an upscale apartment building."
Benny frowns at this. With Specter living and working in places that would have a lot of security, how is he supposed to get to the asshole?
Ronny sees his cousin's frown. "Specter may be hard to get to, but he's not." Ronny throws down the Pearson Hardman id of a "Mike Ross." "Mike Ross" looked like a kid, in his mid-20's at best. His spiky, blonde hair and blue eyes made him look like a college kid. Not a lawyer who worked alongside that asshole Specter. The kid looked too damn innocent to work with the likes of Harvey Specter.
"Who's that? And how did you get the kid's id?"
"He dropped it when I bumped into him when he was getting on his bike when he was leaving work." Ronny used air quotes as he told his cousin how he got Mike's id.
"His bike? The kid rides a bike? I thought you said Specter had a car."
"Yep, he rides the bike to work and home. Specter does have a car, but the kid only rides in the car if he's going somewhere with Specter."
When Benny got the word that he was going to be released he put Ronny to work. For the last month or so, Ronny has been following Specter and became acquainted with the kid who was with him most of the time.
"Of course he would only let the kid ride with him when they're going to the same place. He's such a coldhearted dick."
Benny looks at his cousin and waves his hand, telling his cousin to go on. "The kid lives in a piece of shit apartment and is in the office before Specter, and stays well after the dick leaves. He'll be a hell of a lot easier to get to than Specter."
"Do you think the kid means something to him?" Benny asks his cousin.
"I think so. When you were locked up, I checked in on Specter periodically. He used to work alone. Then the kid came along. The kid must mean something to him, if he lets him follow him around. And I have seen him give the kid a ride home when it was pouring out."
Benny takes in what his cousin said and thinks. He picks up the Pearson Hardman id and takes a good look at the picture. The kid looks so damn young. Benny closes his eyes. The kid looks like his kid brother Sean. The same little brother that he promised his mother he would protect on her death bed. The same kid who died when he was locked away because that damn Specter tricked him into taking a deal that he never planned on following through on.
He puts the id down on the table. He has to stop himself from thinking that the kid looks like Sean. All the kid is is a means to get to Specter. If hurting the kid makes Harvey feel the same helplessness that Benny felt when he leaned that his brother died, then so be it. He's going to make Harvey Specter pay for what he did, and Mike Ross is the key to making that happen.
"Okay, then. So, where's the kid now?" Benny asks.
"His bike was still locked up at Pearson Hardman when I came to meet you."
"Okay, then. Let's pay Mr. Ross a house visit, "Benny says with an evil smile. Ronny matches his cousin's smile, with an uneasy one of his own.
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Mike hauls his bike up the stairs to his third floor apartment. Once he reaches his floor, he puts his bike down. He wipes at his exhausted eyes, as his hand moves from his eyes he glances at his watch. 1:39. Okay, I can sleep for about four hours before I have to get up. That's doable. As he is contemplating his potential sleep, he doesn't hear the two pairs of feet coming up behind him. Before he can even comprehend what is happening he is shoved hard head first onto the ground. He hears his head crack against the floor, before he can feel the sharp pain that is consuming his entire face. He lays there stunned for a second, when he is rolled over onto this back.
He's having a problem seeing clearly, but he can still make out shapes in the form of people standing over him. He knows this is bad. "I lost my wallet, or I would give it to you." Mike grits out. Talking is painful, his whole face is on fire.
"We don't want your wallet." The guy says with a smile.
They don't want his wallet. This is bad. Mike's trying to reach into his pocket. He needs help, and fast. As his hand finds his phone, his arm is jerked away from his pocket. The phone goes skidding across the floor. Mike is desperately trying to reach towards the phone. He knows that his attempt is probably in vain, but he has to try. Then a crushing pain shoots through his hand, matching the pain in his head. He looks to see a foot on his hand. Mike can't help but stare as he sees the foot move off his hand. He thinks he's safe until he sees the foot slamming back down on his hand. This time Mike can't help it, he lets out a cry.
"Easy, Ronny. We don't want him dead. Not yet." The guy with the scar says. The guy that the scar guy calls Ronny lifts his foot up. Mike instantly moves his throbbing right hand towards his stomach, essentially cradling the no doubt broken hand. He sits up partially against the wall.
"Look, I work for someone who can help you out, whatever you want. Just let me call him." Mike gasps out.
"Oh we already know who you work for, Mike Ross." Scar says, maniacally.
Mike's face is one of shock. How did these guys know who he worked for? How did they know his name?
His assailants take advantage of Mike's state of shock, and within seconds one drops a heavy blow across the kid's face. The sound of the cartilage in his nose breaking is the last thing Mike hears before he loses consciousness.
As I said this fic is going to be heavy on some violence. Don't worry, Harvey will be there for the comfort. I just don't know how long it will be there until the comfort comes into play.