Title: In over my head (Ray Donovan)
Chapter 1
Fandom: Liev Schreiber / Ray Donovan
Pairing: Ray/Candice
Warning: Contains sexual activities and Violence
Rating: M
Author: RickyH
AN: Okay so I haven't seen Ray Donovan yet, but I have watched the trailers and I really like the idea of it. I am a huge fan of Liev Schreiber and wanted to do something of my own, kind of based on Ray Donovan but not really. Note that yes Liev will be known as Ray Donovan and yes he will be a "Fixer" but the rest is pretty much fare from the Showtime Series.
Summary: Ray Donovan (Live Schreiber) finds himself in unknown territory when a big-name Russian weapons dealer assigns him on an task like no other…
Disclaimer: I do not own these people in any way possible! ,-_-,
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Chapter 1
As Ray took in a seat at the Starbucks just around the corner off his office in LA, he wandered what the Russian weapons dealer was doing in Los Angeles and the bigger question, what did he want from Ray?
About 5 minutes after unfolding his newspaper at the sport-section Ray looked past the paper just in time to see a black SUV pull up and not having to wait to see who was the owner Ray knew that this was the man Donna (His faithful secretary) hade waiting on the line as she told him a possible client was asking to speak with him.
Folding his newspaper back into place he watched as a man in his mid 50's got out of the back of the SUV, his door held open by a body guard.
The man stepping out of the SUV was a tall lean man with shortly cropped gray-ish hair and piercing blue eyes as cold as steal.
"Mr. Donovan, I take it?" The Russian said in a thick accent dressed in the same expensive manner as this of Ray.
"Timothy Murphy," Ray said as he took the man's extended hand and shook it once without getting up, like any normal man would have done shaking in fear in this man's presents.
Murthy smiled amused at the stubborn man in front of him and took in a seat, clearly liking Ray's pair of steal balls. "Your reputation precedes you, Donovan." Murthy said as he took in a seat opposite Ray and dropped a file onto the table as a waiter took his order at the same time giving Ray his ordered Espresso.
"I don't care much for reputation Murphy, just getting the job done." Ray said making it clear he wasn't up for chit-chat and took a sip of the worm liquate placed down in a foam cap.
With a soft laugh-like sound Murphy handed Ray the file he had brought with him, "Down to business then."
After a few minutes of looking over the contents of the file, Ray looked up with a raised eyebrow at the older man seated casually on the opposite side of the table. "You do realise that two targets don't come cheap?" Ray said darkly as he closed the folder and placed it down next to his espresso.
"The girl is my daughter, she's hocked on Cocaine thanks to that piss poor excuse for a man, I want you to get her out of his life and clean of that crap." Murphy hissed as he looked at Ray dead on.
"And the boy?"
"Donovan, I don't care how you do it, or how much it will cost, just make shore that he suffers before he dies, do you understand me." Murphy spat before the darkness in his eyes got lost by the usual steal hardness of its gleam.
"The boy won't be a problem, but I'm not a Rehab centre, Murphy." Ray said standing his ground.
"Look," Murphy said leaning in closer over the table between them, "I don't trust anyone ells to do this, name your price, Donovan."
Ray stared at the older man as he took in his options, "Two days to scope out the target and possible problems, the 3de day is D-day, I get rid of the boy and all contact between him and your daughter and you will be disposed off, including anyone who is a witness to their little relationship any contact of any sort will never be linked with you or the girl. After I take the girl and deal with her on my own terms. She will be living with me as it is the best way for me to keep an eye on her, no contact with the outside world, and I mean no friends, no family until I see so fit, you will pay for all my costs in seeing to getting her back on her feet, plus I want three times my normal rate. Take it or leave it." Ray said all the while staring the man down.
"I expect a report as soon as you have dealt with the boy and you have my daughter in your custody." Murphy said excepting the Fixer's offer.
Finding his feet Ray placed a card down in front of Murthy holding his bank account details and price he was expecting to be paid, written down by hand before getting up, "Half now, half when the job is done, if the payment isn't made within the next 24 hours, the deal is off."
As Ray stepped back into his office he smiled to find a tray with a plate covered by a stainless- steel lid, keeping the food worm within. As he lifted the lid a wave of chicken, asparagus and baked potatoes hit him in the face with a big glass of water on the side, Damn what would he do without the fears red headed bombshell of a woman assigned as his secretary, he should thank her sometime, even if it was against his normal morals, god knew she deserved a lot more than just a thank you…
Dropping the folder Murphy had given him onto his table he sat down in front of his note pad and started to do a little homework on Cocaine victims and what was to be done when he finely got his hands on the lovely Miss Candice Murphy.
As promised Ray spent the next 2 nights scoping out the targets uptown loft and found the reasons her father was so worried. The poor girl wasn't just hocked on the boy's drugs but she also allowed him to push her around like his own personal punching bag and then shortly after allow him to have his way with her. Murphy was right, if he didn't get his daughter out now she would be found dead within the next year… if not sooner.
On the 3de day ray parked his black SUV around the corner of the loft and took his bag, while dressed all in black, black jeans with a black sweater and black trench jacked and made his way up to the 13th floor as neither the boy or girl was to be home before 11pm.
After pooling on his pair of leather gloves and punching in the security by-pass, Ray made his way into the modern Loft almost completely exposed thanks to no curtains over the full-wall-windows.
"They never make it easy." He said with a sigh as he realised he would once again have to work in complete darkness, or not.
Looking out over the street, Ray realised there was no other resident buildings around that might hold any witnesses especially if Linden was to come home as late as he always seemed to do, besides the two nights Ray spent scoping out the place in his SUV there was nearly no one out on these streets after 8pm.
Placing down his black duffle-bag containing all his possible toys for tonight Ray spent the next few hours moving any weapons that could be used against him into unknown territory and unloaded the pistol he found stashed under the coffee table and then tossed it into the freezer.
He learned to move around in the loft without cause by closing his eyes and getting to know the amount of space between the furniture's and then went upstairs to pack some of the girl's belongings.
Just past midnight, closed in, in complete darkness sitting in a sofa right next to a lamp Ray watched as Linden Archons stepped through the door. He watched as the young man switched on the light, and flipped it again when nothing happened.
"Fuck!" Linden swore and hurried over to the draw where Ray had taken a lighter from. "Damn it Candice! Always taking my shit!" He cursed again when he realised he had nothing to light up his candles with.
"Looking for this?" Ray said out of the darkness as the single flame of his flip-lighter lit up the room.
"Who the fuck are you!" Linden screamed as he went for the hockey-stick Ray had moved into a difrent aria.
"Shhh," Ray said quietly as he switched on the lamp next to him, lighting up the modern loft and there for exposing Ray's huge fetchers as he found his feet with his faithful old baseball bat in hand.
"What do you want!?" Linden screamed as fear filled his voice realizing he had nothing to protect himself with after finding his gun wasn't on its usual hiding place.
"Quiet boy, there's no reason to scream, let's do this quietly, shall we?" Ray said with a dangerous smile as he closed the distance between them, his baseball bat rested upon his shoulder.
"god Please!" Linden begged as he lost his balance trying to get away, "I'll double whatever they're paying you!"
*WHAaaapp!*
The sound of Ray's bat coming down on Linden's ribs was loud and painful as the boy screamed in agenising pain.
"PLEASE!" Linden begged onley to be answered by a second blow, breaking his arm coming up to protect his face.
"No need to wake up the neighbours, Archons. Quiet, the sooner you stop screaming the sooner it ends." Ray said playfully as he brought the bat back up over his browed shoulder and brought it back down with a crashing blow to Linden's femur.
"AAAAAAAHHH! YOU FUCKING LONETICK ! Linden protested as his hands grabbed at broken leg, tears running wildly down his handsome face.
After a broken femur, busted kneecap, broken wrist and upper arm, along with 3 broken ribs and a cracked scull, Linden finely fell quite in a soft whimper his working arm dragging his broken body away from Ray in a slow manner.
"You should learn to treat your woman better, Archons." Ray said with a dark smile as he brought his foot down on the struggling boy's back, crushing him into the carped. "Especially when that woman is the daughter of a Russian with deep pockets."
"Fu- Fuck you-" Linden said just above a whisper as he still tried to get out from under Ray's crushing weight.
"Linden, Linden..." Ray said with a sigh, "A little respect would go a long way, but since you don't have that in you instead of 5 minutes, I'll give you 2 minutes to ran, just to show I'm not completely heartless, But you better move boy, because when your time is up, I'll be all over your ass." Ray said as he took his foot off the boy. "Well go on Archons, 1 minute and 45 seconds in counting." Ray said with a smile and casually sank back into the modern leather sofa.
Keeping an eye on his Harry Winston watch Ray looked on as Linden squirmed for the door in a dead-slow pace, the kid had heart Ray had to give him that, but that wasn't going to change the fact of what was going to happen to him in about 10 seconds.
"Times up little bug." Ray said finding his feet just as Linden braced his upper body to get to the door knob. Closing in on Linden Ray watched the boy's face broke in fear, bruises already forming on his pail face.
"I hope you've confessed for your since," Ray said simply and then raised his weapon with a silencer in place…
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