Arranged.

6 - Blindsided

Her hands rubbed against her thighs as she shrugged, "It's just– everything with Seb. I don't know. It sucks."

It'd been a little over 2 months since Seb was targeted by the Irish Mob, resulting in a shattered orbital socket, broken nose, 4 broken fingers, a small tear in his rotator cuff, and a sprain in his ACL. Not to mention the internal injuries he'd sustained. Seb was on the mend now, granted he had a slight limp and bore a few extra scars, but Lydia had confided a couple weeks ago that he was also dealing with some pretty nasty PTSD nightmares. Not to mention they still hadn't really made any headway. They knew it was the Irish, but they didn't know how they knew where Sebastian was and how they got to him.

Her green eyes filled with tears, "He's just... not the same. And I don't expect him to be, I just don't know how to help."

You reached across the table, pulling her hands out of her lap and squeezing her hand gently, "He's a tough guy, Lyds. And he's got a pretty tough gal at his side. You guys can get through anything," you paused, not wanting to say anything untoward, "Do you... do you want me to talk to Chris? See if he has any resources for Seb to get some help? I can't imagine this is the first time someone in the family has dealt with something like this."

Both you and Lydia knew that Sebastian wouldn't ask for help. Stupid cavemen. But maybe if you brought it up to Chris and Chris approached him, it would be different.

She lifted her left shoulder in a shrug, "I don't know, Y/N, honestly," she scratched her eyebrow with her thumb, "Part of me thinks it might help, but then the other part of me thinks that it'll just make things worse."

"I know what you mean... I don't know, Lyd, I just wanna help. I hate seeing you like this. Both of you."

You had only seen Seb once or twice since he was jumped and it crushed you. You'd cried to Chris after the first time, guilt washing over you. Chris did everything he could to convince you it wasn't your fault, but that was also one of the first times Chris stayed with you all day instead of tending to business and you couldn't help but think that if Chris was with everyone, it wouldn't have happened.

She let out a humorless laugh, "And I wasn't even the one on the brink of death." She rolled her shoulders, as if shaking off the conversation, patting her eyes with the cloth napkin, "Anywho, let's talk about anything else, please, like the fact that your shirt is missing a button and you're missing an earring," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You gasped, looking down at your blouse and sure enough, one of the buttons securing the fabric over your breasts was missing. Your hands flew to your ears, scowling when both earrings were in place.

Her eyebrows wiggled again, "Care to share the class?"

"I do not," you shook your head, your mind flashing back to the garage where you laid sprawled out over the hood of Chris's Bentley. He'd ripped open your shirt, but you hadn't even thought about the fact that he might have torn a button.

Lydia threw herself back against the chair, whining, "Oh, come on! Let me live through you. I'm not getting any, I wanna know all about your sexcapades with Chris."

You had no intention of sharing any intimate moments of your life with Chris with anyone, especially with Lydia, but you also had a soft spot in your heart for her. So you conceded, knowing that even for just a moment, this would take her mind off of Sebastian. You cleared your throat, eyeing the tables around you again, "Fine. We– uh... before I left..." your voice lowered, "wehadsexonthehoodofhiscar," whispered, your words slurring together.

She leaned forward, "Huh?"

Sighing, you scrunched your face, "We had sex on the hood of his car," you repeated, looking at the shocked expression on Lydia's face.