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What Should Have Happened…
"Ask Danny Messer," Sassone drawled. "Ask him what the odds are that I'll go down. He knows all about us, and we know all about him."
"Yeah, sure you do," Stella said but Danny didn't hear her. He sighed from where he was standing behind the one-way mirror and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He shook his head and groaned at the thought of what Mac must think of him right then. He heard his colleague tell the uniform to get Sassone out of there and sighed again. He gathered his thoughts and headed for the door, wanting to just hand in his report and go home.
"Oh… Lookie here," Danny stopped walking and slowly turned around, his face set in an expressionless mask. "Danny boy, we were just talking about you," Sonny grinned at him as he gestured towards Mac and Stella, who were watching the exchange with interest.
"Must have been an interesting conversation," Danny commented conversationally, uncaring to just how many people were within hearing range.
"You tell them what the odds are, that I'll go down for this shit, Messer," Sassone grinned at him knowingly and Danny barely kept himself from launching a fist at the guy's smug face. Danny decided to have a little fun and humouring Sonny, he walked over to Mac and gestured to the case file.
"Mind if I look at that?" Mac gave him a look and Danny replied with his own look that clearly said 'humour me'. A nudge from Stella, who was eyeing Danny like he was an experiment, made Mac hand over the case file and when Danny opened it to the preliminary report, the man skimmed through. "Well, first, you stole a $5000 bat from a bar," he began. "Not that the owner will press charges because, well, lets face it, you're Sonny Sassone, right?" Sonny grinned at him but Danny shook his head. "That wasn't a compliment," he added. "You told this kid to cave this rival guy's head in with the bat; which he did. Then you told him to rob a store… just to be sure, these are your own words… anyway, where was I? That's it, the store. He went in, held up the clerk but shot him. You got angry, like you often do when something pisses you off and Mac," he turned to his boss. "I can attest to that, just to clear up any mishaps." He turned back to Sonny without waiting for Mac's response. "You sanded off his fake tat, then bashed his brains in with that same bat you stole from that bar. Now," he shut the case file with a slap. "The case is practically air tight. What, in God's name makes you think you'll get away with this?" he practically laughed in the guys face without actually laughing. Sonny didn't seem to find thins amusing though.
"I own you, Messer!" the man spat and Danny's humour increased somewhat.
"You never owned me, Sonny. Not when we were kids, not when my dad told you to 'look out for me', not when my dad told you to 'straighten me out'. Not then, not now, not ever. And you know why? You want to know why you're there with cuffs in your wrists while I have cuffs on my belt?"
"Enlighten me," Sonny spat.
"Because, despite the affiliations my name brings up every time someone hears it, I made the right choice, and I'll stand by that and be proud for the rest of my life. What can you say? You live a life of girls, drink, blow… what's that? That's nothing. Tanglewood is nothing. You, are nothing."
And he walked away, his head high, without a backwards glance.
Written by Messrmarauder