Heist - Chapter 18 (part of free fiction friday)


Cast list

Donovan (Chief) Lockheart – Commander

Zachary (Psych) Coleman: Team Leader

Bud (Wolf) Lowell: Zachary’s second in command

Harding (Yogi) McConnell: Explosives. Ex-SEAL

Olivia (Mama) Darling: Close Combat

 Chen (Hawkeye) Lee: Munitions. Ex Army Sniper

Tang (Ferret) Lee: Multi-talented

Millie (Chip) Finlay – Communications

Richard Gosling—Head of the FBI in Chicago

William Coleman – Surgeon/Dad

Holly Coleman – Mom

Bad guys – The Grabowski’s and The Carideo’s

Insignificant – All other’s


Chapter 18 (Part of Free Fiction Friday)

Zack felt his bed jolt.  Instinctively he knew something was wrong.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He heard Donovan whisper harshly.

Opening his eyes, Zack saw Donovan’s arms splayed wide by his side in a form of protection.

“I came to see my son,” the intruder indignantly replied.

The voice wasn’t Williams. Then, the realization hit Zack - Matteo.

“I’m not your son,” Zack said in a low, menacing tone.  Matteo changed his gaze. “I may share your genes, but you are not my father.” 

Matteo advanced slightly, “My apologies, Zachary.”

“Why are you here?”

“I came to make sure you were going to be alright.”  There was emotion in his voice, but Zack didn’t care.  He was fuming at the arrogance of the man.  Busting into his life, creating a shit storm, turning it upside down, then, having the audacity to call him son and show concern.  Who the hell did he think he was?  That was obvious - Matteo Carideo, mob boss.  Men were meant to bow to his will.

Zack answered in a flat even tone, “As you can see, I’m going to be just fine.  Is that all?”

“No, I came to apologize for getting you caught up in this.  I am very proud of the young man you have become.”

“Oh, goody!  No thanks to you. It’s all Holly and William.” Zachary gathered his wits for a few beats before carrying on.  “I am well aware of your part in all this.  If you think I am going to regard you as the Knight in this sorry game of chess, that position has already been taken.  I know everything that was said in the van, and I had a ringside seat for the rest.  That didn’t turn out quite so well.  I know what there wasn’t between you and my mother, and I know what there is between her and William.  You made your choice years ago.  You chose the life of a snake.  So, go slither under the nearest rock where you belong.  I hope your game was worth it.”

”You lived, so yes.”

Matteo’s answer made Zack seethe.  Even though it was dark, the bedridden man looked directly into his sperm donor’s eyes, “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think.  You didn’t even want me to exist in my mother’s womb.  But listen to me and you listen clear.  I don’t want you to keep tabs on me, follow me, have anything to do with me.  As far as you are concerned, I am dead, and if you EVER come anywhere near me, my family or my friends again, I will seek you out, kill you and truly believe I have done the world a favor.  Now get the fuck out and leave me to my life, because you are NEVER going to be a part of it in any way shape or form!”

At that, Matteo bowed his head in his direction and left with no further words.

Zack was so livid, he closed his eyes.  His heart was thumping so hard it was like an alien trying to escape his body.  He tried to focus on breathing evenly, but it just wouldn’t come.  He could feel his chest constricting.  This was not him.  He was trained to withstand the fight or flight urge, to channel his adrenaline into positive actions.  Zack was supposed to be able to remain calm when all around were losing their shit.  He hated the thought that someone like Matteo and his fucking brother could get under his skin.  Zack ground his teeth and started thumping his fist on the mattress beneath him.  Focus, Zachary. Dammit!  Fight it.  Zack felt hands on his face, his arms, and kisses peppered his features.  “Zachary, breath, fight it, you can do it, breath, in, out, in, out.” It was Donovan, his lifeline.  “That’s it, love, in, out, in, out.”  As Zack calmed, his breathing became easier, the pain in his chest eased, the lightness and pumping in his head subsided. Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked upon beautiful pools of tear stained blue.

“It’s okay, Zachary, there’s no one else here, you did it, you fought it, and you beat it. God, I’m so proud of you.”

Zack hugged the trembling Donovan as tight as his ribs would allow. “Have you got a direct link to my brain?”

“Seems like it, doesn’t it?”

Zack buried his head into Donovan’s neck, inhaling his calming musky scent, “I’m surprised you didn’t call a nurse.”

“My finger was on the button to do just that, but I could see you battling something, and I wanted to give you the chance of beating it.”

“Thank you.”

A new bunch of insecurities invaded Zack’s space, making him feel like he’d been dashed on rocks, “What’s happening to me, I’m so emotional all the time?  I feel like a girl.  I’ve been trained to take the emotional strain, not have panic attacks or episodes of anxiety.”

Ever the voice of reason, his man sat back ready to deliver his brand of explanation, “That’s fine in theory, but all of this affected you personally.  With what your body and brain have been through, coupled with the drugs in your system, of course, you’re going to be emotional.  I think Matteo showing up was your body’s last straw.”


“I think it was a blessing and a curse.”

“How so?”

“You’ve done a lot of soul-searching over the last few days; I’ve lost track of time a bit.  Anyway – Matteo was a piece of that.  You got to say what you wanted to him, and, as a result started to ‘take your power back,' as it were.  I’m so proud of you.”  Donovan gave his man a huge smile and a peck on the lips.

“Yeah?”  Zack, loved the feeling that Donovan being proud of him gave him, and he couldn’t help but smile too.

“I sure am darlin’.”

Zack snuggled himself further into Donovan.  “Stay with me tonight.”

“Anything for you, beautiful.”

Allowing Donovan to get comfortable, Zack fell asleep in his protective arms.


In the light of day, Zachary was a lot more positive.  William and Holly visited during the morning.  William had to return to work that afternoon, after having taken a few days off. That meant the boys could see him almost any time, as he worked at NYP.  They were absolutely furious at the visit Matteo paid the boys during the night.  William was ready to rip the night staff a new one until he was reminded of the possible repercussions and questions of who and why?  Regardless, William was intent on finding some way to get them on their toes and more vigilant.

Having found some closure during the night, Zachary was much more himself.  That positive step reflected in his recovery for the remainder of his stay in the hospital.  He was even allowed to get out of bed and sit in a chair, where the men had some awkward moments.  They’d gotten used to the timetable of the nurses and doctors on their rounds; even The MOBB sent them a text before turning up.  They were, however, caught in an embrace or two by William when he popped his head around the door, catching Zachary on Donovan’s lap, but hey, he was going to have to get used to it.  After all, if they hadn’t been warned off ‘deep breathing exercises’ for two weeks, it could have been a lot worse.

Seven days after Donovan lost his boy… twice, where his world nearly stopped, Zachary was discharged from the hospital.


It was midday when Donovan slid his key in the lock – finally home. He mouthed “Welcome home,” accompanied by a very quick peck on the lips (away from the line of the peephole), to a widely smiling Zachary.

They could hear the banter of The MOB through the wood, and they each took in a deep breath of anticipation before opening the door.

“Welcome home!” everyone cheered, their faces glowing with affection.

They were all there —The MOBB, parents, Richard, and Eileen.  Pillows were arranged on the couch so that Zachary could relax and enjoy the company.  Despite being protected, he had to be careful how he moved with the stitches—they still pulled at his skin.

Everything was swinging along. 

Donovan went to take care of the next round of drinks, and when he returned… he stopped and smiled.  Slowly, each person followed his gaze and did the same.  Zachary was spark out, with an angelic look of contentment on his face.  Holly and Eileen couldn’t help an, ‘Oh bless’.  Everyone took that as their cue to finish up their beverages and leave, all promising to check in again the next day.

Holly and William stayed to help clear up the aftermath, for which Donovan was grateful.  They kept an eye on Zachary while their other son got things sorted their bedroom.  He packed away the stuff they’d bought back from NYP, including dressings and medication.  Donovan was over the moon to be home and have Zachary almost, all to himself again.

Three hours later Zachary awoke, sleepy, rubbing his eyes, dazed and wondering how long he’d been out.  Donovan filled him in with the details while giving him his medication with a drink and cookie.   William and Holly talked to them for another solid half hour, before Holly proceeded to put her casserole in the oven, telling them how long it needed to cook along with the fact that she had fully stocked the fridge. 

Looking at the clock, Donovan decided it was a good time to get Zachary showered.  William was going to stay to make sure he coped okay on his own until Donovan embarrassingly informed him that Zachary wouldn’t be alone in the cubicle.   The man turned an endearing shade of pink, coughed, passed Holly her handbag, and suggested it was time to go.

Unwrapping Zacks ribs, Donovan noticed the stitches were covered in waterproof dressings as well as other bandages under that.  They were good but weren’t so waterproof that a person could stay in the shower for ages.  Donovan carefully and efficiently took care of his boy—despite the fact that he wanted to kiss and fuck him senseless.

Dressing in comfortable clothing, the men returned to the dining room to eat.  As it was Zachary’s first night home, Donovan had set up the table, special, with a table cloth and yellow rose from one of the many vases of flowers sent with good wishes. The apartment smelled positively floral.  They sat eating in silence – appreciating the atmosphere and comfort of their own space.

When neither could fit in so much as another bite, Donovan rose and cleared everything away as Zachary stiffly limped into the living room to put some music on.

He chose a golden oldie. Both men had a passion for decades-old music. They liked the originals that so many copies of had been made. The haunting beat of Phil Collins In The Air Tonight filled the room.

Donovan walked up behind Zack and snaked his arms around his man’s waist, easing him in until his back was flush with Donovan’s chest. “Is this ok?” 

Zack nodded.

“Dance with me?” Donovan asked, needing to feel his man close.


They swayed with the music.  Zachary closed his eyes, letting his head fall slightly to hug the side of Donovan’s face while rubbing his hands over his lovers.

Between singing some of the lines to his man, Donovan kissed his cheek, inhaling his manly scent, “I’ve missed being like this with you.”

“Mmmm,” was the only reply, as the men continued to sway, both lost in each other and in the moment.

They stayed like that for several songs from the same CD.  Donovan licked and kissed his way along Zacks collar bone and up his neck, nibbling at his ear to purrs of approval.  Zack’s left arm weaved its way around the back of Donovan’s head, and his long fingers found their place in his hair, caressing it as they moved to the music.

Donovan ran his nose and lips down Zacks jaw, breathing in more of his man’s unique scent.  Then, he sucked on that tender little section between the neck and collar bone.  Zachary tilted his head revealing more of his luscious neckline for Donovan to nip and kiss before he moved his head and captured Donovan’s lips in a sensual kiss, not too hard, not too soft, their open mouths and lips moving in unison in a dance they knew well.

Zachary twisted his body around, never breaking the kiss and placed his arms around Donovan’s shoulders, cocooning him in his arms.  Time stopped.  They were in their own world, and nothing could penetrate it.  Their tongues and lips danced instead of their bodies, exploring and rediscovering.

Breaking the kiss, they both looked adoringly at each other and in that moment Donovan knew exactly what he wanted.

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