November’s Patreon Oneshot is Now AvailablePrompt: A sequel / follow up to the Crime Family La

November’s Patreon Oneshot is Now AvailablePrompt: A sequel / follow up to the Crime Family Lance / Undercover Cop Keith NSFW drabble I wrote for patreon a few months ago, found HERE.Klance - crime family Lance / undercover cop Keith - 9,533 wordsLance is the youngest son of the rich, famous, and infamous McClain family. To the public, they’re upperclass business tycoons. To anyone who knows any better, they are crime lords, holding most of the city in the palm of their hands. Lance is the youngest. The pretty boy. The charming one. The one without a mind for business who rarely takes things seriously. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the world at his fingertips.But those who work for him know better. They know of his shrewd eyes and keen mind. He sees everything. Knows everything. Can pick out a mole from a mile away. The streets are his territory, and he is king. The problem? Turns out he’s also the King of Fools, having fallen for an undercover cop. _______________________________________________If you want access to this oneshot, many others like it, drabbles, early access to chapters, outlines, and other rewards, please check out my Patreon!Reblogs appreciated! Excerpt Below…Patreon | Ko-fi | Twitter | Ao3 | Insta“Lance.” Veronica’s voice is sharp, but Lance doesn’t flinch. “Are you even listening?”He’s leaning back in his chair, twisted sideways to prop his feet up on one corner of his desk, ankles crossed. His elbows rest on the arms of his chair, fingers steepled and intertwined, idly cracking his knuckles. Head tilted back to stare at the ceiling, he hums. “Of course I am.”She sighs, more exasperated than frustrated. “I wish you’d take this more seriously.”“I am, Ronnie,” he says, voice hard and eyes narrowed as he picks apart the ceiling tiles. “You could at least act like it.”He then rolls his head to the side, shooting her an insufferable smirk. “I’m the sibling who’s supposed to act like nothing is ever wrong, remember? The airhead. The baby. The fool.”“Lance,” she says flatly, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning a hip against his desk. “You know none of that is true.”He shrugs. “I know, but habit claims my poker face. Forgive me if I’m not freaking out.”She pauses, meeting his gaze. Shrewd blue eyes, a shade lighter than his own, pick him apart. Searching for something… putting pieces together… “You already know,” she says slowly. He shrugs again, lips tugging at the corners. “How long have you known?”“For a while.” He shoots her a cocky grin. One hand drops to dangle over the arm of his chair while the other falls to his desk, idly tapping a finger against the pristine wood. “You don’t think a mole can get into my ranks without me noticing, do you?” She sighs once more, shaking her head. “So you know who it is?”“I have some suspicions. I’m keeping an eye on the situation.”“Well keep a closer eye, then. Information is still leaking. To both the cops and the Galra.”“I know,” he says softly, voice hard. “Let me handle this.”“Alright.” She pushes off the desk and straightens her sleeves. “But if another job is ruined by cop interference, I’m stepping in.”“Fine.”“Fine.”As she leaves, Lance tilts his head back against the fine leather of his chair, narrowing his eyes once more at the ceiling tiles. He’s not a fool. He knows who the mole is. But… he’s also not going to tell Veronica it’s Keith. He can’t tell anyone. He’ll handle this himself. He’s just… not quite sure how.Not when his stupid heart is getting in the way. -- source link

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