Four Brothers
Sep. 21st, 2009 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
veiledndarknessTitle: Strays 7/?
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Bobby/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: What’s it all worth when you’re alone?
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made and no harm intended.
Notes: AU, the brothers were not raised together by Evelyn.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
XX
"Em, can I ask you a question?"
"That you can, but whatchu askin' might not be so easy t' answer, boy," Em looked over at Jack, a sharp knife clasped between her fingers. She stood over a cutting board nearly as wide as her, a pile of fish in the process of being sliced and diced for the evening meal. "You know what they say about kitty cats an' curiousness, don'tcha?"
Jack grinned and shrugged. "I got a few lives to spare." He shifted closer to her and grabbed a peeler off the counter. "Here, I'll peel, you answer an' slice, deal?"
"Sass mouth," Em said, though she smiled. "Wash them hands first, boy."
Jack did as she demanded, scrubbing his nails with care. "Bobby took me out for clothes today. I had to put up a stink about them though. Em, you shoulda seen the places he wanted to take! Unreal. Who dresses like that? I sure don't, 'specially if I'm not gonna work in some fancy office or...or do what he does, y' know?"
"Boss man likes to show he got the cash now, money talks an' people like money," Em nodded. "Yessir, he dresses to them nines cause he can."
"So I got him to agree to the second hand store," Jack wiped his clean, wet hands on his hooded sweater. "The look on his face, priceless, I swear. I don't need fancy clothes. Fancy don't keep you warm." He picked up the peeler and reached for the carrots that lay off to the side.
Em laughed and shook her head. "Boy, you somethin' else. 'Nough beatin' round the bush. Whatchu wanna know?"
Jack bit his lip, regretting his impulsive question earlier. "I...Ok, it sounds kinda dumb..."
"Ain't no such thing as dumb questions, only dumb people who don't use them brains."
"Uh, right. I was wonderin', what's...what's with Angel an' that guy, Jerry? They're both like...waitin' for me to whip a shot out or something. I don't think I'm much of a threat exactly."
Em set her knife off to the side, reaching for the next fillet. "It ain't that you a threat, it's..." she blew out a breath, "This ain't for me to say, boy. Ain't my story."
"Aw c'mon, Em," Jack pleaded. "I've only been here a few days, an' they're treatin' me like...like a fuckin' virus, like I'm gonna hurt him! Jesus...he runs this city, like I'm really gonna be that stupid?"
Em glared up at Jack. "Boy, this is your one an' only warnin' t' night. No swearin' and no takin' the Lord's name."
"Sorry," Jack nodded quickly. "But please? Did...what happened before? I swear, whatever it is, I'm not some bad guy....just a street rat."
"Hush boy," Em gentled her voice and resumed slicing the fish fillets. "What I'm gonna tell you ain't for no one else to know, clear?"
"Yeah, for sure. Who have I got to tell anyway?"
Em clucked her tongue. "Things have them way of gettin' out." She sighed and slid the blade in smoothly, the fillet separating as she spoke. "Boss man...he don't care much for the ladies. Only woman he ever loved, that'd be his Ma, Miss Evelyn. Never saw him happy with any lady."
"He's into guys then?" Jack guessed.
"Don't be interupptin', or I'll tell ya nothin' a' tall."
Jack hid a grin and scraped the peeler along the carrot. "Sorry."
"What he wants an' does in his bedroom ain't got nothin' to do with me but what does happen is that sometimes, Boss man, he forgets that not everybody in the world is good. An' some people wanna use an' abuse people with power an' money."
"But...I heard so many things...people killed off, the stuff he's done..."
Em shrugged. "S' way the life goes. He ain't never killed somebody innocent, I tell ya that much. You can go through life with rosy glasses, an' hide the bad away, but the bad happens ev'ry day, boy. People, they don't see the bad till it lands on them front steps, an' then its right there and there ain't no hidin' from it. S' ugly world sometimes, and sometimes bad things happen t' the people who don't deserve none of it."
Jack swallowed over the lump in his throat. "Yeah...Yeah, I know that."
She set the pile of fish to the side and washed her hands before turning the heat on under a large pan on the stove. For several minutes, Jack was certain that she would say no more until he heard a whispery sigh from her.
"Boss man, he...you ain't the first he's brought home. He likes helpin' people, he helps them find a way offa the streets an' sets them straight. Some work for him in different places, some leave an' no answer comes back, an' some of us stay on cause we fit better here."
She added the fish to the warmed pan slowly, her gaze firmly fixed on the food. "He been hurt a few times too. They use an' use and run when the time is up an' it hurts him somethin' fierce. Last boy...he caused trouble from the start."
Jack set the peeler down, his heart beginning to beat faster. "What happened?"
"The boy, he came in so angry, full o' hate an' anger, I never saw nobody with so much hate in them," she shook her head solemnly. "Like the Devil himself inside that boy. Boss man tried, oh how he tried to help him. An'...an' I swear, the boy realized jus' what the Boss was like. He used it...used it against him. Twisted the help and...Things happened in that bedroom," she pressed her lips firmly together. "He was a bad seed."
Jack shivered. "They tried to warn him. Angel...Jerry too, didn't they?"
"Boss man didn't wanna hear none of it. Blinded by a pretty boy, one who had him a bad soul. Never cared for the smirk on him face when I put food down. Oh he was clever, too clever. Had Boss man so tight on his finger, that boy did." Em stirred the fish with practiced movements, a deep frown on her lined face, the corners of her mouth turned down.
"Till one day, Boss man came back after business. Boy was gone. He stole whatever wasn't locked up in Boss man's office. Money, them guns," she said, her voice thicker with banked anger. "Stuck the blade right in Boss man's back when he saw what the boy did, saw love that was false."
Jack nodded once and peeled at the carrots, alternately furious and saddened for Bobby. "They think I'm gonna do that, huh? Steal from him, hurt him like that?"
"Happened before, can't never be too careful."
"Well I'm not like...like that! I wouldn't do that," Jack snapped, angry tears forming in his eyes. "I wish everyone would stop assumin' shit about me! You don't know me, none of you do!"
Em frowned and looked up at him. "Shh, boy, calm down, Jackie. S' alright, ok? I'm only tellin' ya what happened an' why they be suspicious of ya. We know Boss man, we don't want him hurtin' like before."
Jack tossed the peeler onto the counter. "Yeah, yeah I get it, ok? I...Fuck, this was a mistake to even come here!" he shouted as he stormed from the kitchen.
He ran blindly for the stairs, raging inwardly at the unfairness of it all. Jack slammed the bedroom door open and searched for his jacket. He threw another sweater on, layering up his clothes as fast as he could. He stopped long enough to grab his guitar case and made his way back downstairs.
Jack was halfway down the snow covered walkway when he saw the now familiar car pulling up to the fences in the distance. Jack kept his head down, the wind biting at his cheeks. He swore under his breath, having forgotten his new scarf, gloves and hat. He winced, the car nearing him.
He moved through the thick snow, shaking a little. The car paused near him then, the window sliding down smoothly to reveal Bobby in the backseat, a deep frown marring his forehead.
"This isn't the best weather for a stroll, Jack."
"I..." Jack turned his head to the side. "I gotta go."
Bobby said nothing for a long moment. "Did somethin' happen?"
"No, yeah, I-I mean, thanks but this...this isn't for me, and...And I don't belong here," Jack sniffed once, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Thanks for...for the clothes an' for lettin' me stay. I appreciate it."
"Jack..." there was fast growing alarm in Bobby's voice then, enough for Jack to lift his head to meet his gaze.
"Don't ok? Just...save yourself the fucking problems. You don't need guys like me in your life an'...and this way you can..." Jack shook his head and took a step back. "I gotta go."
The door to the car opened and Bobby was out and into the snow in a split second. The snow around his legs, ignored, Bobby grasped Jack's arm, holding tightly to his wrist. "Jack, don't, whatever happened, man, we can talk about it or somethin', and you don't need to run like this."
Jack hitched in a breath and tugged his arm a little. "Please...please...I never wanted t' hurt you, not like that guy did. I-I'm sorry...I...I need to go."
Bobby stilled, his eyes blank for a moment. "Who told you about Billy?"
"Not important," Jack tugged his arm loose and turned away. "They never even gave me a fuckin' chance! I'm not like him, I'm me, Jack, only Jack, a goddamn stray!"
Bobby stood in the snow, a pained look to his face. "You're not a stray," he whispered, the words barely audible over the blowing wind.
"I am a stray!" Jack wheeled about and dropped his guitar case to the ground, eyes wide and wet and furious. "I am and you are! All of us were and no one ever gave a damn. I'm not some fucking project for you; I'm a fucking stray that caught your interest!"
"I wanted to help cause I know how fucking much it hurts not to have anyone give a damn!" Bobby snapped, his temper rising fast. "And maybe I will end up stabbed in the fucking back again! Maybe you'll be the one to shove the blade in, but it's my damned risk to take, and you're not some stray offa the street. You're Jack and I want you just like this!" He reached up and fisted one gloved hand in Jack's coat, yanking him closer, closing the inches in height between them.
Jack made a soft sound in his throat, frightened and overwhelmingly aware of Bobby's scent carried on the wind, of the feel of Bobby's lips pressed to Jack's, a demanding kiss that made his skin tingle, one that left him dizzy.
Bobby gentled the kiss after a moment, his hand moving up and into Jack's messy hair, Jack's lips parting under his. Jack let out a startled moan and backed away from him, his face flushed. "I...Bobby..."
"Don't...don't go like this," Bobby whispered, "Not like this."
"I'm not like him, I wouldn't do that," Jack managed to say, his chest hitching slightly. "Never..."
Bobby nodded. He smiled sadly. "I know you won't. I knew it when you took the card. Come back inside, you're gonna get sick, Jackie."
Jack sighed. He touched one hand to his lips, a light blush staining his cheeks. "I like it when you call me that," he murmured.
"I'll call you that till your ears fall off but only if you come inside. You belong with us, with me," Bobby cupped Jack's cold cheek, brushing a kiss over his lips.
Jack pressed against him, sighing into the kiss. He nodded once and picked up his guitar case, following Bobby obediently into the warmth of the waiting car.
X
Jack sat on the floor of Bobby’s bedroom, his guitar on his lap. He leaned back against the bed, watching Bobby pace nearby. Bobby ran a hand through his hair distractedly, his tie hanging in disarray around his neck.
“…No, I need tomorrow off, you do the meetin’s tomorrow,” he barked into his cell phone, “Yeah, uh huh. Hilarious, Jer, fucking hysterical.”
Jack raised his knees, running his thumb along the strings. Bobby turned to face him, his frown easing at the muted sounds. Jack smiled a little and began playing in earnest, the quiet melody falling from his fingers.
“I gotta go,” Bobby mumbled. He hung up his cell phone and wandered over to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs. “Play me somethin’?”
“Sit down first,” Jack slowed his fingers. “You need to get outta that monkey suit. No relaxin’ comes from dressin’ like that.”
Bobby sat on the edge of the bed and loosened his tie more. He tugged the silk tie off and dropped it on the bed, making quick work of the small buttons to his shirt. Jack hummed under his breath, listening to the rustling of layers removed. He’d stripped a few layers off himself not long after he’d been brought back to the house. It was simply too warm for layers indoors.
“How come you came back so early?”
Bobby grunted. “I hate those fancy dinners. It’s boring as all hell an’ the people are fucking tools. I stayed long enough to not cause any shit. Jerry can handle it anyway.”
Jack tilted his head to look up at him, a curving grin on his face. “Is it bad that I’m kinda happy you came back early?”
“Nah,” Bobby leaned down and smoothed his fingers through Jack’s hair, touching the soft strands. “Makes me feel like maybe there was a damned good reason to come home, you know?”
Jack pushed up and tugged Bobby down closer to him, stealing a quick kiss. “That’s the nicest thing anyone ever said to me,” he said, releasing him a moment later.
Bobby shifted down to sit next to him on the plush carpet. “Yeah well don’t spread that, huh? I got a rep to maintain, Jackie. Now play somethin’ nice huh? I got a bitch of a headache.”
X
“He left early?”
“Yessir, left before the main course was finished, in fact…”
“Did he go home?”
“Yessir.”
“Fucker…You keep an eye on him, I wanna know what he’s doin’, who he’s fuckin’, y’ hear me?”
“Yeah.”
“I ain’t playin’ no more. It’s time for Bobby Mercer to step the fuck down.”
XX
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Bobby/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: What’s it all worth when you’re alone?
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made and no harm intended.
Notes: AU, the brothers were not raised together by Evelyn.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
XX
"Em, can I ask you a question?"
"That you can, but whatchu askin' might not be so easy t' answer, boy," Em looked over at Jack, a sharp knife clasped between her fingers. She stood over a cutting board nearly as wide as her, a pile of fish in the process of being sliced and diced for the evening meal. "You know what they say about kitty cats an' curiousness, don'tcha?"
Jack grinned and shrugged. "I got a few lives to spare." He shifted closer to her and grabbed a peeler off the counter. "Here, I'll peel, you answer an' slice, deal?"
"Sass mouth," Em said, though she smiled. "Wash them hands first, boy."
Jack did as she demanded, scrubbing his nails with care. "Bobby took me out for clothes today. I had to put up a stink about them though. Em, you shoulda seen the places he wanted to take! Unreal. Who dresses like that? I sure don't, 'specially if I'm not gonna work in some fancy office or...or do what he does, y' know?"
"Boss man likes to show he got the cash now, money talks an' people like money," Em nodded. "Yessir, he dresses to them nines cause he can."
"So I got him to agree to the second hand store," Jack wiped his clean, wet hands on his hooded sweater. "The look on his face, priceless, I swear. I don't need fancy clothes. Fancy don't keep you warm." He picked up the peeler and reached for the carrots that lay off to the side.
Em laughed and shook her head. "Boy, you somethin' else. 'Nough beatin' round the bush. Whatchu wanna know?"
Jack bit his lip, regretting his impulsive question earlier. "I...Ok, it sounds kinda dumb..."
"Ain't no such thing as dumb questions, only dumb people who don't use them brains."
"Uh, right. I was wonderin', what's...what's with Angel an' that guy, Jerry? They're both like...waitin' for me to whip a shot out or something. I don't think I'm much of a threat exactly."
Em set her knife off to the side, reaching for the next fillet. "It ain't that you a threat, it's..." she blew out a breath, "This ain't for me to say, boy. Ain't my story."
"Aw c'mon, Em," Jack pleaded. "I've only been here a few days, an' they're treatin' me like...like a fuckin' virus, like I'm gonna hurt him! Jesus...he runs this city, like I'm really gonna be that stupid?"
Em glared up at Jack. "Boy, this is your one an' only warnin' t' night. No swearin' and no takin' the Lord's name."
"Sorry," Jack nodded quickly. "But please? Did...what happened before? I swear, whatever it is, I'm not some bad guy....just a street rat."
"Hush boy," Em gentled her voice and resumed slicing the fish fillets. "What I'm gonna tell you ain't for no one else to know, clear?"
"Yeah, for sure. Who have I got to tell anyway?"
Em clucked her tongue. "Things have them way of gettin' out." She sighed and slid the blade in smoothly, the fillet separating as she spoke. "Boss man...he don't care much for the ladies. Only woman he ever loved, that'd be his Ma, Miss Evelyn. Never saw him happy with any lady."
"He's into guys then?" Jack guessed.
"Don't be interupptin', or I'll tell ya nothin' a' tall."
Jack hid a grin and scraped the peeler along the carrot. "Sorry."
"What he wants an' does in his bedroom ain't got nothin' to do with me but what does happen is that sometimes, Boss man, he forgets that not everybody in the world is good. An' some people wanna use an' abuse people with power an' money."
"But...I heard so many things...people killed off, the stuff he's done..."
Em shrugged. "S' way the life goes. He ain't never killed somebody innocent, I tell ya that much. You can go through life with rosy glasses, an' hide the bad away, but the bad happens ev'ry day, boy. People, they don't see the bad till it lands on them front steps, an' then its right there and there ain't no hidin' from it. S' ugly world sometimes, and sometimes bad things happen t' the people who don't deserve none of it."
Jack swallowed over the lump in his throat. "Yeah...Yeah, I know that."
She set the pile of fish to the side and washed her hands before turning the heat on under a large pan on the stove. For several minutes, Jack was certain that she would say no more until he heard a whispery sigh from her.
"Boss man, he...you ain't the first he's brought home. He likes helpin' people, he helps them find a way offa the streets an' sets them straight. Some work for him in different places, some leave an' no answer comes back, an' some of us stay on cause we fit better here."
She added the fish to the warmed pan slowly, her gaze firmly fixed on the food. "He been hurt a few times too. They use an' use and run when the time is up an' it hurts him somethin' fierce. Last boy...he caused trouble from the start."
Jack set the peeler down, his heart beginning to beat faster. "What happened?"
"The boy, he came in so angry, full o' hate an' anger, I never saw nobody with so much hate in them," she shook her head solemnly. "Like the Devil himself inside that boy. Boss man tried, oh how he tried to help him. An'...an' I swear, the boy realized jus' what the Boss was like. He used it...used it against him. Twisted the help and...Things happened in that bedroom," she pressed her lips firmly together. "He was a bad seed."
Jack shivered. "They tried to warn him. Angel...Jerry too, didn't they?"
"Boss man didn't wanna hear none of it. Blinded by a pretty boy, one who had him a bad soul. Never cared for the smirk on him face when I put food down. Oh he was clever, too clever. Had Boss man so tight on his finger, that boy did." Em stirred the fish with practiced movements, a deep frown on her lined face, the corners of her mouth turned down.
"Till one day, Boss man came back after business. Boy was gone. He stole whatever wasn't locked up in Boss man's office. Money, them guns," she said, her voice thicker with banked anger. "Stuck the blade right in Boss man's back when he saw what the boy did, saw love that was false."
Jack nodded once and peeled at the carrots, alternately furious and saddened for Bobby. "They think I'm gonna do that, huh? Steal from him, hurt him like that?"
"Happened before, can't never be too careful."
"Well I'm not like...like that! I wouldn't do that," Jack snapped, angry tears forming in his eyes. "I wish everyone would stop assumin' shit about me! You don't know me, none of you do!"
Em frowned and looked up at him. "Shh, boy, calm down, Jackie. S' alright, ok? I'm only tellin' ya what happened an' why they be suspicious of ya. We know Boss man, we don't want him hurtin' like before."
Jack tossed the peeler onto the counter. "Yeah, yeah I get it, ok? I...Fuck, this was a mistake to even come here!" he shouted as he stormed from the kitchen.
He ran blindly for the stairs, raging inwardly at the unfairness of it all. Jack slammed the bedroom door open and searched for his jacket. He threw another sweater on, layering up his clothes as fast as he could. He stopped long enough to grab his guitar case and made his way back downstairs.
Jack was halfway down the snow covered walkway when he saw the now familiar car pulling up to the fences in the distance. Jack kept his head down, the wind biting at his cheeks. He swore under his breath, having forgotten his new scarf, gloves and hat. He winced, the car nearing him.
He moved through the thick snow, shaking a little. The car paused near him then, the window sliding down smoothly to reveal Bobby in the backseat, a deep frown marring his forehead.
"This isn't the best weather for a stroll, Jack."
"I..." Jack turned his head to the side. "I gotta go."
Bobby said nothing for a long moment. "Did somethin' happen?"
"No, yeah, I-I mean, thanks but this...this isn't for me, and...And I don't belong here," Jack sniffed once, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Thanks for...for the clothes an' for lettin' me stay. I appreciate it."
"Jack..." there was fast growing alarm in Bobby's voice then, enough for Jack to lift his head to meet his gaze.
"Don't ok? Just...save yourself the fucking problems. You don't need guys like me in your life an'...and this way you can..." Jack shook his head and took a step back. "I gotta go."
The door to the car opened and Bobby was out and into the snow in a split second. The snow around his legs, ignored, Bobby grasped Jack's arm, holding tightly to his wrist. "Jack, don't, whatever happened, man, we can talk about it or somethin', and you don't need to run like this."
Jack hitched in a breath and tugged his arm a little. "Please...please...I never wanted t' hurt you, not like that guy did. I-I'm sorry...I...I need to go."
Bobby stilled, his eyes blank for a moment. "Who told you about Billy?"
"Not important," Jack tugged his arm loose and turned away. "They never even gave me a fuckin' chance! I'm not like him, I'm me, Jack, only Jack, a goddamn stray!"
Bobby stood in the snow, a pained look to his face. "You're not a stray," he whispered, the words barely audible over the blowing wind.
"I am a stray!" Jack wheeled about and dropped his guitar case to the ground, eyes wide and wet and furious. "I am and you are! All of us were and no one ever gave a damn. I'm not some fucking project for you; I'm a fucking stray that caught your interest!"
"I wanted to help cause I know how fucking much it hurts not to have anyone give a damn!" Bobby snapped, his temper rising fast. "And maybe I will end up stabbed in the fucking back again! Maybe you'll be the one to shove the blade in, but it's my damned risk to take, and you're not some stray offa the street. You're Jack and I want you just like this!" He reached up and fisted one gloved hand in Jack's coat, yanking him closer, closing the inches in height between them.
Jack made a soft sound in his throat, frightened and overwhelmingly aware of Bobby's scent carried on the wind, of the feel of Bobby's lips pressed to Jack's, a demanding kiss that made his skin tingle, one that left him dizzy.
Bobby gentled the kiss after a moment, his hand moving up and into Jack's messy hair, Jack's lips parting under his. Jack let out a startled moan and backed away from him, his face flushed. "I...Bobby..."
"Don't...don't go like this," Bobby whispered, "Not like this."
"I'm not like him, I wouldn't do that," Jack managed to say, his chest hitching slightly. "Never..."
Bobby nodded. He smiled sadly. "I know you won't. I knew it when you took the card. Come back inside, you're gonna get sick, Jackie."
Jack sighed. He touched one hand to his lips, a light blush staining his cheeks. "I like it when you call me that," he murmured.
"I'll call you that till your ears fall off but only if you come inside. You belong with us, with me," Bobby cupped Jack's cold cheek, brushing a kiss over his lips.
Jack pressed against him, sighing into the kiss. He nodded once and picked up his guitar case, following Bobby obediently into the warmth of the waiting car.
X
Jack sat on the floor of Bobby’s bedroom, his guitar on his lap. He leaned back against the bed, watching Bobby pace nearby. Bobby ran a hand through his hair distractedly, his tie hanging in disarray around his neck.
“…No, I need tomorrow off, you do the meetin’s tomorrow,” he barked into his cell phone, “Yeah, uh huh. Hilarious, Jer, fucking hysterical.”
Jack raised his knees, running his thumb along the strings. Bobby turned to face him, his frown easing at the muted sounds. Jack smiled a little and began playing in earnest, the quiet melody falling from his fingers.
“I gotta go,” Bobby mumbled. He hung up his cell phone and wandered over to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs. “Play me somethin’?”
“Sit down first,” Jack slowed his fingers. “You need to get outta that monkey suit. No relaxin’ comes from dressin’ like that.”
Bobby sat on the edge of the bed and loosened his tie more. He tugged the silk tie off and dropped it on the bed, making quick work of the small buttons to his shirt. Jack hummed under his breath, listening to the rustling of layers removed. He’d stripped a few layers off himself not long after he’d been brought back to the house. It was simply too warm for layers indoors.
“How come you came back so early?”
Bobby grunted. “I hate those fancy dinners. It’s boring as all hell an’ the people are fucking tools. I stayed long enough to not cause any shit. Jerry can handle it anyway.”
Jack tilted his head to look up at him, a curving grin on his face. “Is it bad that I’m kinda happy you came back early?”
“Nah,” Bobby leaned down and smoothed his fingers through Jack’s hair, touching the soft strands. “Makes me feel like maybe there was a damned good reason to come home, you know?”
Jack pushed up and tugged Bobby down closer to him, stealing a quick kiss. “That’s the nicest thing anyone ever said to me,” he said, releasing him a moment later.
Bobby shifted down to sit next to him on the plush carpet. “Yeah well don’t spread that, huh? I got a rep to maintain, Jackie. Now play somethin’ nice huh? I got a bitch of a headache.”
X
“He left early?”
“Yessir, left before the main course was finished, in fact…”
“Did he go home?”
“Yessir.”
“Fucker…You keep an eye on him, I wanna know what he’s doin’, who he’s fuckin’, y’ hear me?”
“Yeah.”
“I ain’t playin’ no more. It’s time for Bobby Mercer to step the fuck down.”
XX
