“So you don’t have to feel jealous or anything just because you’re my fourth,” Ray murmured, brushing a thumb back and forth over the steering wheel. “I’m not gonna lie to ya, ‘cause I respect you too much for that, but…” he sucked in a breath and pursed his lips. “Numero Uno…she does have a special place in my heart.”
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thomas_dewey)"Shut the hell up!" Ray shoves the perp in the chest and the guy falls back a few steps, the first real look of fright on his face since he'd been cuffed earlier in the day. He'd been in Ray's face for the last two hours, mouthing off, and Ray's just about had enough of it.
"You wanna carry on talkin'?" Now Ray's up close and personal, pushing him again, palms open and flat. The crim hits the bars of the holding cell hard, the clang of metal on metal reverberating off the walls, drowning out his grunt of pain.
Ray's seeing red. Everywhere. It's not even this jerk who's making him see it. He's just the icing on the cake. The icing and the cherry. He's just the unlucky bastard who happens to be in the firing line.
"'Cause I swear to you," he steps towards the the guy, who's pressing himself up against the bars and grabs him by tightly by the collar. "If you don't shut up, I'm gonna make you," he hisses, before tugging him forward and sending him sprawling on the make-shift bed.
Ray stares hard at him, trying to control his breathing, his eyes daring the jerk to say something. Part of him wants him to, so he's got a reason to beat the crap out of the guy. Even in the precinct. But he doesn't. He simply pants, returns Ray's glare and brushes himself off, sitting upright on the cot.
So Ray turns away, rubs the back of his neck and walks out of the cell.
The guy smirks, cocky attitude back in place and reclines, hands behind his head.
"Pig."
Ray doesn't even register the word, doesn't even register that he's moving until he's back with his hands on the creep and is hauling him up and slamming him into the wall. The guy shouts out, right in Ray's ear, so he does it again, sickly satisfied by the thunk of head against painted brick.
