#rio x beth
First scene together in season 1
Last scene together in season 4 series finale
Rio stop playing with me looks.
Season 2
Season 4
What them fingers do is what Beth is thinking.
Rio removing beth panties.
Beth removing her own panties.
Good Girls • S4 E1 {Beth & Rio}
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Summery: You were the rotten egg, the one that would stink down the whole bunch. He had to “take care of it”. But Rio decided to have some fun first, invitng Beth to his games. He did not know what he got himself into until it got too complicated.
Rio (good girls) x reader
Summery: You were the rotten egg, the one that would stink down the whole bunch. He had to “take care of it”. But Rio decided to have some fun first, invitng Beth to his games. He did not know what he got himself into until it got too complicated.
WARNINGS: Nothing? Kidnapping and mentioning of emoutional manipulation. Also this is kinda a draft so a LOT of spelling errors.
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“Trust me, ma”, Rio brushed of some of the ash falling from the roof to his button up. Beth fiddled nervously with her hands. She wasn’t a woman of nervosity, but she had a lot of questions. “I don’t know about this”, she couldn’t meet his eyes, didn’t want him to see through her like he regularly did. He snorted, and she felt the floor vibrate when he moved across the room. “So now youre unsure about the rotten egg? Didnt yall kidnap a guy and keep him in a treehouse for sum time?”, Rio´s voice was closer now, she could feel his hot breath against her shoulder. She kept still “that wasn’t the same thing, w-we wasn’t emotionally manipulating him!”. Rio let something out similar to a mocking chuckle “so the threatening to leave him for dead before robbing his grandma wasnt that, well damn ma sound like you a saint now and all that”. He lifted his finger slowly to her face to move the strand of hair dangling. She let him. “So what’s the plan”, she mumbled as she stood up. She tried her best to ignore the guilt forming a lump in her stomach. He kept her eyes locked with his as he lowered his hand. Back to business. “We’re just going to play a little with her, mama, das it”.
The second the bag got dragged of my head i pulled a sharp inhale. The strong industrial lights making me blink for a good second before finally adjusting. The dust hovering looked like stars in the strong light. The lump of tears was already threatening in the back of my throat. I was to scream, but my throat was so tight i could swear it was backed up with dust. “You good mami?”, the voice startled me but i was already too frozen in my seat to move. The man who sat down in front of me looked me up and down. I had never seen him in my entire life but his aura was enough for me to keep my mouth shut. He had danger radiating from him, everything from the neck tattoo to the side smirk he gave me. He was not to mess with. Nervously i moved in my seat, ignoring the burn of the rope against my skin.
“So”, he mumbled leaning forward “what you’ve been doing with the money you stole from me?”. He must have seen the surprise written all over my face because the smirk across his face grew. “Did you buy a new car? Maybe a new necklace”, he leaned forward “i know the shopping spree suburian mommy shit was good cash, so tell me”. It finally clicked, the secret shopping. Just a small “hobby” like i said to my daughter. It was the only thing keeping the roof over my head. Since the small secretary job didn’t exactly pay the rents.
“I-i”, i started as i swallowed the lump in my throat “I bought drugs”.
His smile faltered but only for a second. His reaction finally made me realize what i said as i was quick to rephrase myself “i mean medication, not drug drugs”.
He licked his lower lip and i followed the action “You bought medication huh, with my money”. He spit out his words like they burnt his tongue. The sudden outburst made me lean as far away as the ropes would let me. My heart was pounding so loud i couldn’t register his next words. When he noticed my focus shifting he banged down his fist down the table hard. The sudden vibration of the table made me sob out something from the back of my throat. “W-what”, i mumbled, my voice breaking in tears. I did not have time for this. “So you thought you could just come out here, gimme back unwashed money and then go back to your basic bitch life?”, He had collected himself from the earlier outburst but his tone was still threatening
“I didn’t know it was yours!”, I yelled, surprised at how loud my voice was “let me go! let me go”. I started to move harshly in the bounds, my eyes focused on his the entire time. It was like if i was testing him. He stood up so fast the chair slammed against the ground. “Stop playing with me mama”, his voice came out so soft and controlled it surprised me enough to stop moving. He moved forward, positioning himself on top of the table. I could feel his heat radiating towards me. i kept myself on the edge of the chair, as far away from him as possible, as i in quiet waited for his next move. “Breathe”, i wasn’t even aware i stopped breathing until his kind words filled my ears. He planted his hands over my cheeks lifting my head. “I’m sorry i didn’t mean to yell at you”, his finger swiped across my cheek catching a tear. I Couldn’t even control myself as i leaned into his touch. I was too tired.
The warmth of his palm, the harsch push of his fingertips. It was intoxicating. I realized to late i was cuddling a dangerous mans hand. Without even giving it a second thought i bit down into the warm skin. He let out a howl as he dragged himself away from the sensation. He immediately put the fresh wound to his mouth, calming the pounding pain. Whatever i thought he would do next was definitely not to leave. But I could have sworn i saw him blind me a smile before slamming the door.
It felt like days but my better judgement knew it had only gone a few hours. Four or five maybe. But the heat was getting ot me. Burning my skin until it itched in the rope. I needed water in the next hour or so, otherwise i was almost certain i would pass out. As if reading my mind the door opened. I peaked up when i realized the steps were lighter. They didn’t sound slumped at all and i knew the familiar click of pumps against hardwood floor. The woman who stood in the doorway was tall. Her golden strawberry locks fell down her beautifully sculpted face. I knew that face from anywhere. Beth, queen of motherhood. Queen of secret shopping. It was like if every word she´d uttered to me was suddenly false, every smile and hand on my shoulder. It was her fault, i realized, that i was in this mess. I wanted to yell at her, spit and throw punches, but i was smarter than that. I could see the glass of water in her hand and the sandwich in the other. I needed that. More than i needed the satisfaction to speak my mind. So i kept my mouth shut, but couldn’t hold back the hot glare i shot at her. She seemed to notice it but didn’t pay it much mind.
“Hey y/n”, here voice was genuine but i noticed the layer swept over it. Guilt? empathy? nonono, it was lies. A pile of big fat lies. She thought she could manipulate me like that.
“Hey”, i bit back the “bitch” rolling of my tongue when i felt the sweet oh so sweet smell of PBJ she had slothered over the thin piece of bread. She placed the plate down in front of me “dig in”. I looked up at here in disbelief as i moved my arms ro remind her i was stuck. She shot me a blinding smile and nodded for herself before slipping out of the room.
I felt my nostrils flaring of anger. I wanted to murder her. I wanted to put my hands around her pretty little throat and push against those white pearls. Instead i bent down picking up the bread. If she only knew how good i was at eating without hands. The party trick had started in pancaking eating contest in high school and involved in my mother years from hurried mornings with my baby on one arm and her stroller on the other. Oh god my baby. I couldn’t think of her, not for a second. Instead i bent my head backwards, balancing the bread before i started to chew. I didn’t even know i was starving until my taste bud had an orgasm of the sweet of so sweet and salty taste. I groaned, working my mouth over it. The embarrassment didn’t bother me, i knew it was probably a double sided window and that they could see me but if there was anything i was confident about it was my eating without hands skill. The food was gone in a matter of second and greedly i tipped the glass a little to the side so i could lift it with my teeth and chug from it. The cold embraced my throat, cleaned it from dust. I would never underappreciate water ever again. I saved some, figuring that it would go to waste slurping it all down too fast.
In an instant i was bored, moving restlessly in the tight rope. I needed to get out. I figured they brought me here to kill me? no then they would have done it already. Maybe push me for information. Or maybe they wanted to scare me. The only way to get away from here was to play along. Or even better, to play against them but making them think i was a lamb to the slaughter. As if i didn’t have a few cards up my sleeve.
When Beth walked in her eyes fell down on Rio wrapping his palm with a bandage. She didn’t bother to ask, it wasn’t like he would tell her anything anyway. But what really caught her attention was the glimpse in his eyes. It was like a kid on christmas morning, like if he just got a brand new toy to dig his hands into. Maybe he did. Beth looked him up and down “how much longer?”. He finally meet her eyes, as if he hadn’t even noticed her presence. She did not like that. “What mama? growing bored already”, he moved across the room with the slenderness of a cougar “we’re just getting started, enjoy yourself”. His eyes moved across the glass watching his new toy. She had her head bent backwards with the sandwich planted on her face as she ate. He chuckled for himself, feeling something he couldnt put his finger on. Excitement? He had felt it the second she bit down into his palm. She had some fervor, he just had to move the ash to find it. He had felt it with Beth the first time they meet as well but she quickly started to ask too many questions. It got under his skin. As on cue Elizabeth opened her mouth “How long?”. He sighed, rubbing his eyebrow annoyed. He considered ignoring her but knew she wouldn’t let it go so instead he poured himself a glass of bourbon. “Does it matter?”, he mumbled as he swiped his tongue over the edge of the glass to catch a drop. “Yes”, she exclaimed and he didn’t have to look at her to know she had her hands raised to her hair with her eyes blown out. He swiped the entire glass in an instant, enjoying the burn it left. “I don’t know mama”, he never let his eyes wander away from the girl behind the glass “when i’m done playing”.
