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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Vengeance
Author: Tragictales
Rating: R (eventually NC-17)
Warnings: AU. Strong violence, death (of mostly minor characters trust me no one you’ll like will die. Maimed, yes but killed off not likely), language,. Het pairings.
Pairing(s): BanaBloom, Jared Leto/Colin Farrell, various implied pairings.
Feedback: Always appreciated : )
Beta: raise_a_jar whom I adore and whose opinion I value greatly.
Summary: LOTRIPS AU: Two crime lords fight for their place in a twisted game of love, lust, and ultimate betrayal.
A/N: Things in this story are revealed at both a slow and quick pace I apologize for any frustration this may cause. The city in which this story takes place is a figment of my imagination.Also posted in my livejournal under the same username.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the men or women depicted in this story. All events are a work of fiction.

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Agent Wenham stared into the masses his eyelids drooping despite the pounding beat of the music. Tonight was Mash-Up Saturday at club Three Eleven and as per usual instead of him being able to hide away from the world in his bed next to his lover he was on duty. The fact that three years ago he vied for this case was notwithstanding at this point he had come to a conclusion as to why many people who valued their careers had let the case pass by.

Boss Maddox, consequently named for the city in New York he illegally ran, had to be the most elusive criminal on the eastern seaboard. The last of the real mobsters in New York, Maddox was ruthless in his early years content to do what he had to in order to control the city he’d grown up in.

The brunette agent rested his chin against the palm of his hand feigning boredom when he glanced across balconies to where the boss man sat. In his older years Maddox had surrounded himself with his faction of generals and lieutenants and then even further by the crime families he associated himself with. The Letos, Kauns, the Farrells, the Mortensens, and the Variscos currently surrounded him. Each family by now had their own candidate to surpass the current head of the family. By files and studies the families were more dangerous than the factions considering from birth many of the members were trained to obey and accept their positions.

The FBI had actually thought the Maddox faction would disperse as the man got older in his years. There was truth to the theory as this was the fate with many factions each man vying for control and a place in the ladder of power that would fall into place once the Boss either stepped down or died. This group was a strange case in the midst of the others and Dave, seeking to create something out of his career as a field agent decided this would his breakout case. That had been three years ago and to this day he regretted fighting tooth and nail for it. The Boss was untouchable and the most maddening part was the fact that only two men stood in his way of catching him.

Dave jumped at the slight tug on his arm. He turned abruptly surprised and relieved to see his partner standing behind him. The relief quickly evaporated at the annoyed expression on his partner’s face. Elijah Wood had at one time believed strongly in this case as well. Now, all he wanted to do was his job and get it over with.

Elijah certainly didn’t look like your average agent; at his short stature he was very youthful in appearance no matter the wear of his job. His electric blue doe eyes helped with his innocent appearance along with his defiantly spiked hair. In training he’d been one of the best despite his arguably bad attitude. The two were paired as a means to an end. Dave had been the eager-to-prove-his-worth twenty one year old and Elijah the young punk who rarely listened to anybody nineteen year old.

“Are you even really watching or has all the hair dye finally sunk into your brain?” Elijah demanded furiously. Dave rolled his eyes at the reference to his ever changing hair color then sighed again when Elijah muttered some other insult beneath his breath. He was sure that he should be really watching the boss instead of lazily casting weary glances to make sure he hadn’t moved every few minutes.

“What’s there to watch but a few old men and their over privileged kids drink liquor and discuss who the hell knows what?” Dave replied, shoulders slumping at the exasperated sigh coming from Elijah’s lips.

“Do you not even notice who’s not with him tonight?” Elijah asked stepping closer to his partner to insure that from afar they only looked like a pair of lovers having a small spat.

This was instinct for him and as insignificant as it sounded it usually worked. Like it or not, no one liked to get between two supposed queens having a lovers quarrel, unless you valued your life and your sanity that is. Dave glanced back across the balconies ignoring the hoots and hollers coming from the dance floor. There were each head of the families with their respective second in command and their body guards. Dave squinted searching the faces of each man and woman every one of them registering in his mind until…

“He’s unattended,” Dave remarked trying hard now not to stare at the marvel. The man was never alone. He couldn’t decide if it were luck or just his own excitement bubbling inside. All he could think of now was the next step.

“I already called it in,” Elijah said with a small smile. “If it’s a trap this’ll prove that they’re on to us.”

Dave nodded wordlessly. Tonight could be their break after months of searching for the right moment to bring the man in without having too much blood on their hands here was their chance. It was a dirty tactic, dragging the Boss in anonymously then bringing out the rest of the faction with threats, but it had to be done. Dave was ready to get the fuck out of New York. Home was calling to him.

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Boss Maddox sat very aware of his surroundings though he idly listened to the conversation flowing passionately around him. The argument currently on the table, as it always seemed to be, were the divisions in the city. Where the territory crossed and of course who owed who what. The argument had tensed and with the raising of his arm it ceased as well. There he doled out the changes. He was the overall leader of these men after all. Each of then had served him well giving him respect and he returned it in kind.

They had proven themselves one by one over the years to the point that he hated to lose any of them to the open warfare they faced from rival cities though they came far and few between. The recent keeping of the peace had fallen upon him and then onto his most trustworthy of men. His two Generals young in their years and ruthless in their work the two men were his diamonds in the rough.

He had plucked them both from their harsh backgrounds giving them lives they could have hardly begun to dream about. His men were meant for this business. They were meant to end lives and so much more.

Maddox scratched at his chin then rubbed at the back of his head feeling over the newest thin patches. At seventy nine he miraculously had most of his hair even with the stress he undertook. He was tired, so tired of this life he had already conquered. He’d come to America as an immigrant and had been risen on meager meals and harsh criticism. Through all of that the fierce desire to carve his way through life etched itself in his mind, burned through his lungs, and coursed through his veins. He had done what he had come here to accomplish.

He was the most successful man, criminal or not, in the state. His estate would grow even after he died with each legitimate and illegitimate business set to churn out cash for the following years. All he had to do now was rest. Or at least that’s what he thought. Business was about to adjourn for the evening and as each head of family began to say their good by a middle height man stepped forward from behind the group. Covered in a black suit which on cost alone could probably feed an entire family for more than a few months he smiled with a certain forced politeness Maddox could see even with the dark glasses the man was wearing.

His name was Jared Leto, son of Donovan Leto, Maddox’s old rival. They’d since buried their long years of bitterness towards each other and formed a professional relationship built on the respect they’d always craved from others. This relationship had proven fruitful for both men giving them success far beyond what they’d imagined. Maddox had, at a time, thought things were finished until Jared came of age to learn the ins and outs of the family business. The man was crueler than his father, heartless even. He had a passion for control and desired more than what his father could give him in inheritance. To outside visages he was a strong man, a good man with a family, a man who would no doubt succeed in following in his father’s footsteps, no matter of the rumors that circulated about the unrest between the two.

Of two of those shining qualities Maddox was sure the third stood wavering in his eyes. Ever since he had gained the right to speak at the meetings Jared had been aggressively pushing the all too solid point that if they let drugs through the territory more money could be made. Many of the leaders were in agreement with Maddox that there was no future in it and it would give the Feds a sure fire way to get at them. To Maddox it was a bit more of the greed that bothered him. Once a man was consumed by his greed he was of no mind to act rationally. He became sloppy and an easy prey.

As Jared spoke on the same subject he ever spoke of Maddox’s eyes turned to the dance floor wondering if anyone else foresaw the meeting having a double purpose. He watched the clumps of bodies, slick with sweat driving into each other then apart again. What he wouldn’t give to have that youth back. To relive all of this again would be a dream. His eyes settled on one attractive youth taller than most of the crowd. Though his height wasn’t what was so captivating.

He was dressed in a rather seductive pair of tight leather pants and an even tighter short sleeve shirt. Sweat dripped from his forehead and down his face making a trail down his neck going even further after that. His arms lifted over his head rising above the mop of wet hair clinging to his forehead. His hips swiveled about to the thudding beat of the bass line. His eyes were closed, shutting him off from the world encasing him in his own existence.

Every one, man or woman, stopped a moment to admire him. Their eyes slid across each movement as if they were all being sucked into a different world. From a far another admirer had to admit that it would have been impossible not to. He sipped at his vodka and tonic. He was careful not to let himself sink into a drunken state of bliss. Tonight they were working, and especially for tonight they both needed to be on their game. If only he could stop doing that!

He threw back the remains of his drink licking his lips and thanked the bartender. All the while he spoke on his cell phone nodding at the information being fed to him and checking his watch for the time. Thanks to his line of work he would never have to buy a drink for himself here again. It would always be taken care of. He moved away from the bar sinking into the dancing crowd checking his watch as he went.Right on time. They had stayed out of the limelight enough for the evening.

As he reached the center of the dance floor he caught the movement of a young blonde man heading in his same direction walking steadily towards the man that had everyone’s attention locked on him. He purposefully slowed down watching him try to engage with little success. He kept his face straight and continued on while the kid slid alongside the other man dipping his hips against his and turning around to grind against him. He felt embarrassed for him. Poor kid didn’t know what he was getting into.

He exchanged looks with the dancing man and smirked with the displeasure he saw in his slightly clouded eyes. As he neared the man reached out catching the kid around the collar of his too neatly pressed shirt pulling him back from the dancing man.

The dancing man watched them never stopping his hypnotic movements. When the other man had discarded the kid he closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of a firm hand gripping his hips from behind. The dancing man relaxed when he was pulled back into a tight embrace and moved his hips driving himself back into the lap of the man that held him. He licked his lips at the ignition of fire in the pit of his stomach spreading throughout his veins. When the other man drove himself forward into his movements he gasped. And then it was gone and the man stood before him still dancing closely. The dancing man tried to push himself upon him only to be met by a firm hand on his chest. He opened his eyes looking into the deep brown eyes glinting with a viciousness that he’d come to love.

“I just got the call, they should be here in, now, five minutes,” the man said getting close enough to whisper in his ear. One hand trailed down his front all the way down to the bulge hardly concealed by his tight pants. “We’ll finish this later, yeah?”

The dancing man smiled dangerously as he usually did when this happened. Sex after a night like this was always the best. They had work to do.

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Precisely five minutes later the two men had positioned themselves in their places awaiting the moment to act. The party was still going, at least a hundred or so unsuspecting civilians still dancing as shouting drew the attention of the two men from the balcony.

“You’re going to listen to me, old man!” Jared shouted. “Not all of us wish to--”

“Jared!” The sharp tone of the patriarch of the Leto family only made him lower his voice. “Be mindful of who you’re speaking to.”

Before his successor could speak again out of turn there was a commotion at the front door. Shots rang out and screams echoed. The faction dropped in surprise of the attack. Many of the members were escorted from the balcony through the back rooms.

“Orlando!” The dancing man shouted as the more serious man raced from his post to the balcony. Orlando ducked when a stray bullet hit a window glass raining down on his back. He made it in time to pull Boss Maddox to one of the back rooms.

“What about--?” the Boss asked, not surprising Orlando in the least.

Sometimes in his old age and especially around him, the Boss forgot himself. Orlando smiled to himself as he pulled him along the darkened hallway then down the stairs. They made their way to the back alley where a car was waiting. The driver was already in the car with the engine running. Two other guards waited for them guns in hand prepared for anything. Grazer and Hans were two men Orlando had trained himself to step in when he was unable to. Boss Maddox repeated his question while Orlando all but knocked down the door to the outside. The guards waiting for them threw themselves into action helping the Boss into the car. Orlando nodded grimly to them and bent to look at the only man he could regard as his father.

“Eric can take care of himself,” Orlando answered him. Boss Maddox nodded slightly appeased at this reassurance.

“Show them our strength,” the Boss said finally coming back to reality, his men could handle this as they had countless times before. Orlando nodded in response then glared coldly at the guards as they entered the car.

“These guys aren’t feds. It isn’t exactly their M.O. to come in here like that not unless they wanted a blood bath. I want you to take him to house upstate don’t fucking stop for anything, just keep going until I call you. If I don’t call you know what to do,” Orlando said loading his twin revolvers and donning his prized pair of brass knuckles.

“Don’t you need back-up?” Hans asked and Orlando laughed shortly.

“Eric and I never need back-ups, you know that."

At that reassurance Hans smiled and got into the vehicle while Grazer still stared at him.

“And if someone should attack?”

Orlando glared back at him his eyes darkening. He smiled toothily malice echoing from his voice. “You make sure they kill you first. If you’re left alive and he’s not, we’ll make it our personal business to find out why. Understand?”

Grazer didn’t answer, instead he climbed into the car body bracing for the speedy exit. Orlando watched them go his eyes worriedly following their path out of the alley and onto the street. He’d better come back alive.

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“Who the hell are these guys?” Dave shouted as he ducked beneath a table sitting back to back with Elijah.

His partner shrugged unable to tell him more than either of them could generally infer from the situation. Twenty men all dressed rather stereotypically in black with covered faces had burst in guns blazing and specifically aiming at the balcony where Boss Maddox and his men sat. Many of the other lesser bosses had been rushed from the scene until before the Boss. Dave had watched himself as the man was pulled from the balcony by one of his Generals, one whom they’d stupidly though had abandoned him for the night. Now the other one was fighting off the intruders actually doing one hell of a job.

The man hid behind the bar unloading round after round from his pistols picking off a few of the intruders each time he rose then fell back. He couldn’t help but admire the smile on his face each time he came up. Dave was in awe of his stamina many men would have sat back there pissing themselves here this fucker was getting off on it. The adrenaline rush of fighting off these men when he barely had a chance seemed far too apparent even for Elijah’s liking. Two men went down while they sat there and two more after another minute or so. Fucking hell!

The dance floor had been vacated save for those who’d been shot. It provided what would have been a good battle ground if only there weren’t one man opposing them all. Dave and Elijah were in no position to act unless they didn’t value their jobs. They were already in deep shit now that the actual targets were gone and now they’d have one hell of a mess to clean up. It really was a no win situation. Three more men had been shot still

“What are the odds of the cavalry not showing up?” Dave asked and Elijah snorted wincing as a bullet embedded itself in the table above them.

“Slim to none,” Elijah answered. “We need to get out of here. There’s nothing we can do about this. Even if we did jump into the fray Maddox’s Generals would kill us off the moment the opportunity presented itself.”

David cursed. Elijah was right. There was nothing they could really do now without getting shot or worse killed. Either way they’d be screwed.

“Shit!” He snapped groaning at the shattering of glass. “Got any ideas?”

Elijah growled. “If I had any ideas on getting out of here don’t you suppose I would have fucking told you by now?”

“Sod off! Yelling isn’t going to help the situation!”

“But it’ll make me feel a whole lot better!” Elijah snapped.

Dave groaned glancing about the mayhem trying to think of a way out without being seriously injured or noticed. If their cover was blown they’d be taken off the case and with out much of a track record in the field he feared they’d never put him on another case again. If either of them came in to work the next day with gun shot wounds their careers would go down the drain so fast it would make both of their heads spin.

The two stopped their bickering a moment when fire suddenly ceased. Dave glanced over his shoulder shocked to find eight men in black still standing and the Maddox General no where in sight.

“—the hell?” Dave murmured.

Eric groaned from his place behind the table gripping his shoulder where a bullet had pierced the skin. From the feel of it he guessed it was deep. Hopefully he could avoid a trip to the hospital; he hated hospitals with a burning passion. He hated the smell, the overwhelming sense of loss, and the fear of entering a room and never coming back out. Perhaps his fears were born on paranoia but at the moment he hadn’t the time to think of a trip to the dreaded place. Unfortunately, he’d left eight of those fuckers alive where he’d meant for only two to survive.

Eric’s pistols lay at his sides both of them empty. Leaning forward Eric pulled open a cabinet door feeling around for the guns he knew the barkeep kept for emergencies. The pain in his shoulder was blinding. His fingers worked quickly on fastening around the first pistol he found while his ears pricked as shoes crushed broken glass. He took a deep breath all semblance of pleasure at his work disappearing beneath a cold exterior. He felt calm and solid unable to stop if he wanted to.

A single shot was fired and everything in the club went dark. The music no longer played and all Eric could hear was the sound of himself breathing and thunder in his ears. His dangerous smile drifted across his lips again as the footsteps coming towards him stopped. He heard someone drop to the floor and then another.

“Two down, Orlando, do me a favor and help me out some more,” he whispered pleased to hear them falling one after another. Pride swelled within him when one then two men were tossed unceremoniously over the side of the bar. His first order of business was pinning at least one of them down while Orlando hopped over the counter to catch the other man before he could squirm away. The two remaining intruders were tossed back onto the floor together with three guns held on them for safety.

“I’m fine Orlando,” Eric reassured stepping forward to his man and stomping hard on his chest. “Either you or one of your little friends fucking shot me!”

“You got shot?” Orlando exclaimed in disbelief.

“Yes, love,” Eric replied.

“Again?”

“Look on the bright side of things, you get to nurse me back to health,” Eric implied suggestively.

“Not tonight, you need to see a doctor.”

“No way…” the man beneath Eric’s foot sputtered to his quivering friend, “did we get caught by a couple of faggots.”

Eric laughed at that stomping on him again then pressing down on his throat to cut off his oxygen supply. “I wouldn’t suggest insulting the two men with the guns, mate. Might get you killed, though you’re going to die anyway it would be who of you to try and make it easier on yourself.”

“Fuck you!” The man on Orlando’s side spat. Orlando smiled in the darkness and pulled the trigger aiming directly beside the man’s ear. As expected a scream followed.

“I’m a little less forgiving than he is,” Orlando commented. “Who sent you?”

“If you’re going to kill us what does it matter?”

“It matters because it decides how you’re going to die,” Orlando said crouching down so he came level with his face. “I’m sure you’re aware of who we are. Or you are at least aware of how Boss Maddox deals with those who attack him uselessly. They rarely survive and if they do they’re not found in very good shape. Orlando patted his cheek.

“Who sent you?” He spoke slowly.

“We don’t know.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me!” Eric shouted. “These fuckers are playing with us.”

Orlando nodded holstering one of his guns and pulling out his cell phone he handed it to Eric who barely gripped it with his bad arm. “Then we’ll have to remedy that. Call Jimmy and have someone clean this place up. Donovan and Jacobs should be holding off the cops until they get word that everything is alright. We don’t need Detective Monaghan and Boyd finding any shred of this.”

Eric set his gun down occasionally still fucking with the man beneath his foot, pressing down then letting up every other moment while he made his call. Orlando got the other man up to his feet and with both guns in hand he led him from the room where he would make sure he stayed put.

Dave watched from above his teeth gritted at still not finding one bit of information after it all. Elijah nudged him after both of Maddox’s men had left with their prisoners and Dave stood shakily.

“There should be an office some where in this building,” Elijah noted.

“And you want to search for it now I suppose? It’s dark in here!” Dave said taking his turn to snap. Elijah only blinked at him and flicked on a penlight and smirking at his partner’s reaction.

“Why Agent Wenham are you afraid of the dark?” Elijah asked shining the light in Dave’s face. Dave rolled his eyes and shoved his hand away.

“I’m not afraid,” he managed. “I just…well…didn’t you hear them!?”

“Yes, and that means we’ve got twenty minutes to search for that damn office and get the tapes before the police arrive and to save our jobs. Are you game or do you want to just sit here and wait while I search?”

“Fuck you,” Dave snapped walking ahead of him feeling his way around. Elijah shined the light on Dave’s behind as he moved away eyebrows raised and lips set in a dirty grin while he followed after him.
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