Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: All for Him 3/?
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Bobby/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: Billy Darley wants his baby brother back.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended, no profit made.
A big thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
littlewitch34 for all your help, inspiration and answering of my endless ideas and questions.
*Cross-over with Death Sentence *
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Billy stubbed his cigarette out on the pavement with his boot heel, blowing a thin trail of smoke from his lips. "Victor Sweet," he mused. "I ain't seen that fucker in a few years, looks like he's been a busy fuckin' bee since."
Colin closed his car door, a sharp blast of cold air rolling over them. He winced and tucked his coat around his chest, shivering. "Fuckin' hell, inside Billy, I'm freezin'."
"Sweet's guy said t' use the side door," Billy muttered. His boots crunched over the thin layer of ice that had formed along the asphalt. Colin hurried along behind him, his ears burning from the bitingly cold air.
A large man stood in front of the side door to the brick house, his long arms crossed imposingly over his chest. Billy drew his full height up and gave the man a once over, a lazy smirk curling his lips.
"Yeah?" the man demanded, his dark eyes roving over Billy's, and then Colin's face suspiciously.
"Sweet's expectin' us."
"That a fact?" the man's arms uncrossed slowly.
Billy huffed a little. "Yeah, fuck's sake, name's Darley, so move on outta my way, huh?"
Recognition flared in the man's eyes. "Yessir," he drawled and stepped to the side. He pulled a long cord from his pocket, a key chain attached to it. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, nodding to them.
Billy brushed past him irritably, a wave of warmth enveloping them as they walked down the hallway. "Third room on the left," the guard said before stepping back outside and re-locking the door.
Colin rubbed his chilled hands together and blew on them. "Billy, y' sure we oughta be..."
Billy shot him a glare. "Shut the fuck up. You scared of this little shit?"
"S'not that, Billy," Colin sighed. "Man....this shit could go so bad. I thought we was comin' t' bring Jack back home. Now we gonna talk to someone like Sweet?"
"You ain't gonna say shit t' him, so don't getcha panties in a twist," Billy snapped. He stalked down the hallway and pushed the wooden door open, momentarily surprised by how heavy the door was.
Victor Sweet sat at his desk, a ridiculously large desk that dwarfed him. He looked up from a pile of papers, stacks of money at one side and neatly stacked dark colored bags on the other. "Billy Darley, damn boy it's been a long time since I seen that bald head o' yours!" he stood up, a dark smile on his face.
Billy strode over to the desk, smirking as he loomed over Victor. "Victor Sweet, I see you done well since the last time I ran into your short ass."
Victor sat back down and gestured to the chairs that were placed in front of the desk. "I've been doin' fine, yes I certainly have. God's been good t' me and my family, seeing us prosper and whatnot."
Billy nodded to Colin and sat down on one chair, his cold blue eyes appraising the stacks of money. "So I see. Business good then?" he asked with a hint of amusement at Victor's delusions.
"Yeah, damn good," Victor smiled. "I got Detroit in my hand, Billy, eatin' right outta my fuckin' hands. How's that Daddy o' yours? Still runnin' the guns?"
Colin rolled his eyes, unnoticed by Victor. Billy cracked the knuckles on his right hand with his thumb. "Got no one left in your way now," he said. "And nah, old Bones ain't around no more. He died a year ago."
Victor's eyebrows rose questioningly. "Did he now? Damn shame that is. Cops get 'im?"
Billy smiled, delight in his eyes. "No, he met the wrong end of a gun. Runnin' that mouth of his...well things needed a shakeup as it was."
Victor swallowed slowly. "So..." he said, picking his words carefully, "Who took over for Bones?"
"I did," Billy said. "Expanded the territories, took out some competition. Business is business, after all."
Victor nodded, visibly disturbed. "Well then, I'm guessin' this means my suppliers aren't gonna change hands, now, doesn't it?"
Billy sat back in his chair. "Course, I'll still hold up Bones' discount t' you, seein' as how far back we all go," he said. "Keep Detroit and Boston runnin' smooth, am I right?"
Victor took a thick bundle from his desk and pushed it across the blotter. "Yeah, Billy, I think its best we run together. Here, consider this a welcome."
Billy pocketed the full clip of money without a second glance, tucking it into his inner coat. "Gotta question for y'," he said casually. "I know y' heard about that ol' lady that died, that Mercer broad.
"Oh yeah, I heard all 'bout it in the papers," Victor said smoothly. "She was a real nice lady, so they say."
Billy rested one finger to his cheek, studying Victor. "Y' wouldn't happen to know anythin' 'bout all that, would you?'
Victor shrugged carelessly. "Some gang hittin' up a store. People go in places at wrong times, sometimes they get hurt."
"See, that's what I find real interestin'," Billy said, his eyes intent on Victor, pinning him to the spot. "What I find real fuckin' surprisin' is that nobody wants t' talk about this robbery. Robberies happen all t' time, but this one, nah, this one sticks out like sore thumb."
Victor narrowed his eyes. "What do you care for, Billy? What's the old lady to you?"
Billy chuckled softly. "That's my business," he said. "But y'know what I think?" he added, rubbing his finger down to his chin. "I think that maybe...jus' maybe you were in on this, that maybe it wasn't no coincidence that she got shot up."
"You think so, d'ya?" Victor said flatly.
"What really makes it all so...interesting," Billy continued as if Victor hadn't spoken, a fact that made Victor's nostrils flare in annoyance. "Is that very thing, y'know? What would one lil' old lady be capable of that would make Victor Sweet take her out?"
"And that's my business," Victor snapped. "We done here, Billy? I got a lot of things t' do, I'm a very busy man."
Billy chuckled again, the same soft chuckle that made Victor struggle to suppress a shiver. "A'right," he said. "But jus' so we're clear? I know y' had somethin' to do with this little thing."
Victor glared at him. "Prove it."
"I don't need t'," Billy stood up. "And Bobby Mercer smells somethin' that ain't right too. I'd keep an eye on him, boy looks like trouble."
Victor tilted his head. "Bobby Mercer...I see, well I'll have t' look back into him, won't I?"
Colin stood as well, the hairs on his neck prickling uncomfortably. Billy flashed a faintly manic grin at Victor, his teeth bared in an unfriendly smile. "I'll be seein' you," he said. "I'm off to visit family."
Victor blinked, caught off guard by his words. "Family..." he echoed as Billy left the room.
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Jack sat on his bed, his hands shaking violently as he tried to light a cigarette, the flame from his lighter missing the tip each time. He swore under his breath, hot tears gathering in his eyes.
"Need a little help?" Bobby asked from the doorway.
Jack dropped his cigarette, his shoulders hunched up. "Huh?! Oh...Bobby," he mumbled.
Bobby picked up the cigarette and held it out to Jack. "Here," he said, plucking the lighter from Jack's hand. He flicked the flame on and leaned in. Jack put the cigarette to his lips and did his best to hold still. Bobby held the flame to the end and then flicked it shut after the tip began to glow in the darkened room.
"Thanks," Jack leaned back on his bed, his eyes half closed.
"You gonna be ok?" Bobby sat down on the edge of the bed. He tugged his knit cap off and ran one hand over the dark brown strands, smoothing them back.
"Yeah..." Jack whispered. He inhaled deeply and exhaled a plume of smoke, the wisps trailing from his mouth.
Bobby toyed with the hat and looked back at him. "Jack...Look, I know you were scared, but we had t' catch up with them, you know that," he said.
"Scared..." Jack snorted and inhaled again, his rattled nerves slowly calming. "That was fuckin' terrifying, Bobby! What the hell were you thinking?!"
Bobby glared at him. "Contract killers, Jack, that's what they were," he rubbed his head wearily. "They shot Ma; they fucking followed her and shot her! She was nothin' to them, just another job."
Jack blinked as a tear slipped down his cheek. "Don't..."
"Don't make you see the truth?!" Bobby demanded. "Fuck, you know better than t' think anything but this! This is the real world, Jack. You need to wake the fuck up and face that. Someone hired these guys to kill her!"
Jack's chest hitched, another tear falling. "Stop..." he whispered, "I know...just stop..."
"I did what I needed t' do," Bobby moved off the bed and paced, anger coming off him in waves. "What if whoever is pullin' the strings decides one of us is next, huh? Then what, Jackie? Huh? Then fucking what? We wait for them? Not fucking likely. I'm not waitin' around to see who's behind all this!"
Jack's fingers wobbled, his cigarette drooping. "Bobby..."
Bobby whirled around and stopped his rant, the sight of Jack's face making him feel guilty. "Jack...I'm...sorry, ok?" he sighed.
Jack nodded silently and slid off the bed. He walked past Bobby, his face pale, hurt clear in his eyes.
"Jack...Jack, c'mon, don't walk away," Bobby groaned.
"I can't...I can't do this right now," Jack said by the doorway. "If you don't wanna talk about...before, that's fine," he swallowed, his throat working. "But I'm not gonna pretend that none of it ever happened."
Bobby's cheeks heated up, a dull blush of color. "Jack..."
Jack sighed. "Yeah...thought so," he murmured. He turned and left the room, the stairs creaking under his footsteps.
Bobby sat back down near the window, rubbing his forehead. He'd known inwardly that Jack wouldn't react well to watching Angel and himself take out the shooters. Jack had always hated the violence that came with guns, had always been uneasy with them in general.
He watched the snow falling outside, a frown curving his mouth when a car stopped in front of the house. He sat up straight. The car looked...out of place, he decided. The flames that covered the hood of the car, the obviously modified body...Bobby frowned deeply. "The fuck..." he whispered.
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Jack pulled his coat on, his cigarette clamped between his lips. He did it up, his shoulders hunched over protectively. Bobby...He could be so damned frustrating. Jack sighed and opened the front door, walking through the covered porch area.
He faltered in his steps when he saw the two men standing on the sidewalk, both tall, broad shouldered and both bald, the gleam from the street lamps illuminating them. Jack stopped on the steps and narrowed his eyes. The one man...he'd seen him at the bus station. Jack felt the breath rush from his chest. He'd...followed him?
The man on the left nudged the one that Jack recognized. He nodded to Jack and took a step backwards, his eyes on the house. Jack began walking, his boots crunching loudly. He couldn't explain it. A part of him was thoroughly terrified that he was right, that this man had followed him from Chicago and God only knew what might happen. Another part...one that had a strong pull, one that brought him forward until he was a mere few feet from the men.
Jack pulled the cigarette from his mouth. He exhaled softly, his breath a white cloud in the bitterly cold air. The man stood an inch or so higher than Jack, his frame more muscular. He smiled faintly, blue eyes so bright and oddly empty.
"Jackie..."
"Who...are you?" Jack managed to say. "How do you know my name?"
The man smiled, a hint of white teeth showing. "I'm y' brother," he said.
Jack stared at him, a hot flash sweeping over him. He felt a rush of cold follow, his ears ringing, the man's words echoing again and again. He could feel it, that nagging reminder. He moved one step closer, the hint of memory seeping in. A larger boy carrying him on his shoulders, whoops of happy laughter fading...a dark room, a man who seemed enormous looming over them, loud voices and pain...so much pain.
"Billy," he whispered, his knees giving out from under him.
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Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Bobby/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: Billy Darley wants his baby brother back.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended, no profit made.
A big thank you to
littlewitch34 for all your help, inspiration and answering of my endless ideas and questions.*Cross-over with Death Sentence *
1
2
xx
Billy stubbed his cigarette out on the pavement with his boot heel, blowing a thin trail of smoke from his lips. "Victor Sweet," he mused. "I ain't seen that fucker in a few years, looks like he's been a busy fuckin' bee since."
Colin closed his car door, a sharp blast of cold air rolling over them. He winced and tucked his coat around his chest, shivering. "Fuckin' hell, inside Billy, I'm freezin'."
"Sweet's guy said t' use the side door," Billy muttered. His boots crunched over the thin layer of ice that had formed along the asphalt. Colin hurried along behind him, his ears burning from the bitingly cold air.
A large man stood in front of the side door to the brick house, his long arms crossed imposingly over his chest. Billy drew his full height up and gave the man a once over, a lazy smirk curling his lips.
"Yeah?" the man demanded, his dark eyes roving over Billy's, and then Colin's face suspiciously.
"Sweet's expectin' us."
"That a fact?" the man's arms uncrossed slowly.
Billy huffed a little. "Yeah, fuck's sake, name's Darley, so move on outta my way, huh?"
Recognition flared in the man's eyes. "Yessir," he drawled and stepped to the side. He pulled a long cord from his pocket, a key chain attached to it. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, nodding to them.
Billy brushed past him irritably, a wave of warmth enveloping them as they walked down the hallway. "Third room on the left," the guard said before stepping back outside and re-locking the door.
Colin rubbed his chilled hands together and blew on them. "Billy, y' sure we oughta be..."
Billy shot him a glare. "Shut the fuck up. You scared of this little shit?"
"S'not that, Billy," Colin sighed. "Man....this shit could go so bad. I thought we was comin' t' bring Jack back home. Now we gonna talk to someone like Sweet?"
"You ain't gonna say shit t' him, so don't getcha panties in a twist," Billy snapped. He stalked down the hallway and pushed the wooden door open, momentarily surprised by how heavy the door was.
Victor Sweet sat at his desk, a ridiculously large desk that dwarfed him. He looked up from a pile of papers, stacks of money at one side and neatly stacked dark colored bags on the other. "Billy Darley, damn boy it's been a long time since I seen that bald head o' yours!" he stood up, a dark smile on his face.
Billy strode over to the desk, smirking as he loomed over Victor. "Victor Sweet, I see you done well since the last time I ran into your short ass."
Victor sat back down and gestured to the chairs that were placed in front of the desk. "I've been doin' fine, yes I certainly have. God's been good t' me and my family, seeing us prosper and whatnot."
Billy nodded to Colin and sat down on one chair, his cold blue eyes appraising the stacks of money. "So I see. Business good then?" he asked with a hint of amusement at Victor's delusions.
"Yeah, damn good," Victor smiled. "I got Detroit in my hand, Billy, eatin' right outta my fuckin' hands. How's that Daddy o' yours? Still runnin' the guns?"
Colin rolled his eyes, unnoticed by Victor. Billy cracked the knuckles on his right hand with his thumb. "Got no one left in your way now," he said. "And nah, old Bones ain't around no more. He died a year ago."
Victor's eyebrows rose questioningly. "Did he now? Damn shame that is. Cops get 'im?"
Billy smiled, delight in his eyes. "No, he met the wrong end of a gun. Runnin' that mouth of his...well things needed a shakeup as it was."
Victor swallowed slowly. "So..." he said, picking his words carefully, "Who took over for Bones?"
"I did," Billy said. "Expanded the territories, took out some competition. Business is business, after all."
Victor nodded, visibly disturbed. "Well then, I'm guessin' this means my suppliers aren't gonna change hands, now, doesn't it?"
Billy sat back in his chair. "Course, I'll still hold up Bones' discount t' you, seein' as how far back we all go," he said. "Keep Detroit and Boston runnin' smooth, am I right?"
Victor took a thick bundle from his desk and pushed it across the blotter. "Yeah, Billy, I think its best we run together. Here, consider this a welcome."
Billy pocketed the full clip of money without a second glance, tucking it into his inner coat. "Gotta question for y'," he said casually. "I know y' heard about that ol' lady that died, that Mercer broad.
"Oh yeah, I heard all 'bout it in the papers," Victor said smoothly. "She was a real nice lady, so they say."
Billy rested one finger to his cheek, studying Victor. "Y' wouldn't happen to know anythin' 'bout all that, would you?'
Victor shrugged carelessly. "Some gang hittin' up a store. People go in places at wrong times, sometimes they get hurt."
"See, that's what I find real interestin'," Billy said, his eyes intent on Victor, pinning him to the spot. "What I find real fuckin' surprisin' is that nobody wants t' talk about this robbery. Robberies happen all t' time, but this one, nah, this one sticks out like sore thumb."
Victor narrowed his eyes. "What do you care for, Billy? What's the old lady to you?"
Billy chuckled softly. "That's my business," he said. "But y'know what I think?" he added, rubbing his finger down to his chin. "I think that maybe...jus' maybe you were in on this, that maybe it wasn't no coincidence that she got shot up."
"You think so, d'ya?" Victor said flatly.
"What really makes it all so...interesting," Billy continued as if Victor hadn't spoken, a fact that made Victor's nostrils flare in annoyance. "Is that very thing, y'know? What would one lil' old lady be capable of that would make Victor Sweet take her out?"
"And that's my business," Victor snapped. "We done here, Billy? I got a lot of things t' do, I'm a very busy man."
Billy chuckled again, the same soft chuckle that made Victor struggle to suppress a shiver. "A'right," he said. "But jus' so we're clear? I know y' had somethin' to do with this little thing."
Victor glared at him. "Prove it."
"I don't need t'," Billy stood up. "And Bobby Mercer smells somethin' that ain't right too. I'd keep an eye on him, boy looks like trouble."
Victor tilted his head. "Bobby Mercer...I see, well I'll have t' look back into him, won't I?"
Colin stood as well, the hairs on his neck prickling uncomfortably. Billy flashed a faintly manic grin at Victor, his teeth bared in an unfriendly smile. "I'll be seein' you," he said. "I'm off to visit family."
Victor blinked, caught off guard by his words. "Family..." he echoed as Billy left the room.
xx
Jack sat on his bed, his hands shaking violently as he tried to light a cigarette, the flame from his lighter missing the tip each time. He swore under his breath, hot tears gathering in his eyes.
"Need a little help?" Bobby asked from the doorway.
Jack dropped his cigarette, his shoulders hunched up. "Huh?! Oh...Bobby," he mumbled.
Bobby picked up the cigarette and held it out to Jack. "Here," he said, plucking the lighter from Jack's hand. He flicked the flame on and leaned in. Jack put the cigarette to his lips and did his best to hold still. Bobby held the flame to the end and then flicked it shut after the tip began to glow in the darkened room.
"Thanks," Jack leaned back on his bed, his eyes half closed.
"You gonna be ok?" Bobby sat down on the edge of the bed. He tugged his knit cap off and ran one hand over the dark brown strands, smoothing them back.
"Yeah..." Jack whispered. He inhaled deeply and exhaled a plume of smoke, the wisps trailing from his mouth.
Bobby toyed with the hat and looked back at him. "Jack...Look, I know you were scared, but we had t' catch up with them, you know that," he said.
"Scared..." Jack snorted and inhaled again, his rattled nerves slowly calming. "That was fuckin' terrifying, Bobby! What the hell were you thinking?!"
Bobby glared at him. "Contract killers, Jack, that's what they were," he rubbed his head wearily. "They shot Ma; they fucking followed her and shot her! She was nothin' to them, just another job."
Jack blinked as a tear slipped down his cheek. "Don't..."
"Don't make you see the truth?!" Bobby demanded. "Fuck, you know better than t' think anything but this! This is the real world, Jack. You need to wake the fuck up and face that. Someone hired these guys to kill her!"
Jack's chest hitched, another tear falling. "Stop..." he whispered, "I know...just stop..."
"I did what I needed t' do," Bobby moved off the bed and paced, anger coming off him in waves. "What if whoever is pullin' the strings decides one of us is next, huh? Then what, Jackie? Huh? Then fucking what? We wait for them? Not fucking likely. I'm not waitin' around to see who's behind all this!"
Jack's fingers wobbled, his cigarette drooping. "Bobby..."
Bobby whirled around and stopped his rant, the sight of Jack's face making him feel guilty. "Jack...I'm...sorry, ok?" he sighed.
Jack nodded silently and slid off the bed. He walked past Bobby, his face pale, hurt clear in his eyes.
"Jack...Jack, c'mon, don't walk away," Bobby groaned.
"I can't...I can't do this right now," Jack said by the doorway. "If you don't wanna talk about...before, that's fine," he swallowed, his throat working. "But I'm not gonna pretend that none of it ever happened."
Bobby's cheeks heated up, a dull blush of color. "Jack..."
Jack sighed. "Yeah...thought so," he murmured. He turned and left the room, the stairs creaking under his footsteps.
Bobby sat back down near the window, rubbing his forehead. He'd known inwardly that Jack wouldn't react well to watching Angel and himself take out the shooters. Jack had always hated the violence that came with guns, had always been uneasy with them in general.
He watched the snow falling outside, a frown curving his mouth when a car stopped in front of the house. He sat up straight. The car looked...out of place, he decided. The flames that covered the hood of the car, the obviously modified body...Bobby frowned deeply. "The fuck..." he whispered.
xx
Jack pulled his coat on, his cigarette clamped between his lips. He did it up, his shoulders hunched over protectively. Bobby...He could be so damned frustrating. Jack sighed and opened the front door, walking through the covered porch area.
He faltered in his steps when he saw the two men standing on the sidewalk, both tall, broad shouldered and both bald, the gleam from the street lamps illuminating them. Jack stopped on the steps and narrowed his eyes. The one man...he'd seen him at the bus station. Jack felt the breath rush from his chest. He'd...followed him?
The man on the left nudged the one that Jack recognized. He nodded to Jack and took a step backwards, his eyes on the house. Jack began walking, his boots crunching loudly. He couldn't explain it. A part of him was thoroughly terrified that he was right, that this man had followed him from Chicago and God only knew what might happen. Another part...one that had a strong pull, one that brought him forward until he was a mere few feet from the men.
Jack pulled the cigarette from his mouth. He exhaled softly, his breath a white cloud in the bitterly cold air. The man stood an inch or so higher than Jack, his frame more muscular. He smiled faintly, blue eyes so bright and oddly empty.
"Jackie..."
"Who...are you?" Jack managed to say. "How do you know my name?"
The man smiled, a hint of white teeth showing. "I'm y' brother," he said.
Jack stared at him, a hot flash sweeping over him. He felt a rush of cold follow, his ears ringing, the man's words echoing again and again. He could feel it, that nagging reminder. He moved one step closer, the hint of memory seeping in. A larger boy carrying him on his shoulders, whoops of happy laughter fading...a dark room, a man who seemed enormous looming over them, loud voices and pain...so much pain.
"Billy," he whispered, his knees giving out from under him.
xx
