Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: All for Him 5/?
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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Bobby smoothed Jack's hair back from his warm forehead, making soothing sounds as Jack curled up on the bed. He kept a close eye on the window, ensuring that no strange cars were idling outside. Jack sniffled, his hands fisted in Bobby's shirt.
"I made him go...I shouldn't have..." he choked out, trembling in Bobby's arms.
"C'mon...don't cry, Jackie," Bobby murmured, wiping the tears from Jack's flushed cheeks. "It's gonna be ok."
"It's not," Jack swallowed, his throat aching. "He came so far to find me! And...And, I just...pushed him away. He hates me now..."
Bobby sighed. "He doesn't hate you, Jack. C'mon now...he doesn't, I promise."
Jack clung to Bobby, his tears tapering off eventually. Bobby sat with him, humming under his breath until Jack's breathing evened. Jack licked his dry lips, his head resting on Bobby's chest, soothed by the steady sound of his heart beating.
"I don't remember an awful lot," he said, breaking the near silence.
"Hmm?" Bobby stroked his thumb along Jack's cheek, a motion that made Jack smile slightly.
"From before," Jack whispered. "Bones...he was our dad. He...He was mean, always yelling. Billy made me hide when Bones was in a mood. He took the beatings...He'd put me an' Joe in the closet in my mother's old room. Sometimes he wouldn't come for us for hours..." he rubbed at his face, a fresh tear slipping down his cheek.
Bobby scowled at the wall. "Another parent of the year," he muttered.
Jack sighed. "It wasn't all bad. Billy an' Joe took care of me. I don't 'member my mom at all. Billy said she had to go away right after I was born. I wish...I wish I could remember her."
"I'm sure she was a nice lady," Bobby lied through his teeth. He thought briefly of Billy and snorted inwardly at the thought of any woman who could have been mother to that bastard.
"Bobby?" Jack looked up at him. "Why d' you think Billy ended up like Bones?"
"Huh?" Bobby blinked slowly.
Jack toyed with his fingers, shrugging. "Well...I'm not like him. I mean...even his voice, his words, it's all so harsh an' guttural, I guess."
Bobby resumed smoothing his fingers through Jack's messy hair. "I guess...I guess cause he grew up there. I talk like that, but you don't, not really. Ma got you when you were little still. I came t' Ma when I was twelve. I'm guessin' he didn't have no one like Ma t' show him how to be like us. Street gangs...They're a rough way t' live, Jack. They grow up mean cause they hafta be."
Jack chewed on his lip, nodding. "Do you think Billy's really...like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like...Like Bones," Jack mumbled.
Bobby bit back his immediate response. "I don't know, Jack," he said after a moment's pause. "Look...you don't hafta do anythin' you don't want, ok? If you wanna see him, I understand. But I don't want y' going alone. Take me or Jerry with you."
"He won't hurt me, Bobby," Jack peered up at him.
"That's not what worries me," Bobby said grimly. Jack leaned back down, rubbing his fingers along Bobby's tattooed rosary, the beads barely visible under the edge of his shirt. His eyes closed as he slipped off to sleep, his body drained by the past few days.
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Billy ran his forefinger along the edge of his shot glass, the amber liquid filled to the brim. He clasped the shooter between his finger and thumb, gripping it tightly. He lifted it up, tossing the shot back. It burned down his throat, a warm fire coating his lips and tongue.
"Y' see that look?" he set the shot glass back down on the wooden table, sniffing. "That look, that fuckin' look on his face?"
Colin toyed with his own shot glass. Billy had started drinking whiskey just as soon as he could and now, now his eyes gleamed with a banked fury. "I saw, Billy. He jus'...He's scared, man. Somebody shot up his Ma; he ain't thinkin' right is all."
"That ol' bitch wasn't his Mom!" Billy pushed his glass away and took a swig from the bottle. He set it down hard, the glass bottle cracking along the seams from the force.
"He won't 'member y' Mom," Colin let go of his shot glass and cracked his knuckles slowly. "She was gone righ' after she had 'im."
Billy wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and grimaced. "I swear, I never wanted t' kill someone so bad before. Goddamn Mercer! Who the fuck does he think he is?! That short shit, tellin' me where t' go an' takin' Jack away," he ranted.
Colin sighed. "Look, Billy, Jack's gonna be freaked out by all this, y' know that. He ain't like us; he didn't grow up like us."
"He's all I got," Billy whispered miserably. "No one left but me an' him. I want my baby brother back, Colin. I can't...leave without 'im."
"I know," Colin poured another shot for him. "Here, take this. We're gonna bring him back home. We jus' gotta do it slow."
Billy downed the shot. "Fuckin' Sweet, he did somethin', I know he did," he said. "That shithead, he thinks he's smart. I know he had that broad offed. Why the fuck won't he admit it t' me of all people!"
"Maybe cause he don't trust you either," Colin mused. He sat back in his chair, the wood creaking. "We oughta find out about the shooters. See what Sweet's been up to. Check out the brothers...shit like that."
Billy sniffed, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand. "Shooters were Sweet's. Maybe not his guys, but someone he hired. He ain't stupid, he don't ever use his own guys for offin' people. He woulda wanted out of town guys."
"Out of town, he didn't get no out of town this time," Colin looked around warily at the sudden interruption to their conversation, a man leaning drunkenly against their table.
Billy stared up at the man, blinking slowly. "Who the fuck asked you 'bout anythin'?"
The man sat down on the nearest chair, his brown eyes glazed and red-rimmed. "I heard an' I know things, my friend. I know who offed that ol' white bitch."
Billy waved one hand dismissively. "Ain't no secret, move along now," he poured himself another shot, his fingers shaking.
Colin leaned forward. "Whatcha heard, huh?" he all but whispered.
"Maybe I do know some things, maybe I don't. What's in it for me t' be tellin' a pair o' white boy skinheads like you's?" the man slurred.
Billy moved fast, a switchblade pressed to the man's neck, a drop of blood trickling down the man's dark skin. "How 'bout I let y' live," he hissed. "Y' tell me what y' know, an' I let y' live another fuckin' day!"
"A' right, a' right, Jesus Christ, get 'im off me!" he bleated, struggling weakly under Billy's grip. Billy shoved the man's head down on the table, holding him in place.
"Speak fast or I'm gonna show y' jus' why the cops won't touch me," Billy pushed harder.
"I heard that two shooters were found downtown, car flipped over," the man gasped out. "Sweet ordered for outta town, but his man didn't do it. He hired in town. They got shot up, man. Shot up bad, cops think its Mercer who done it but they can't prove shit with no evidence!"
Billy stilled, his blue eyes darkening. "Mercer...That fuckin' punk..."
"Bobby don't fuck a' round. Everyone knows 'im!" the man squirmed under Billy's hand. "Sweet knows Mercer, he knows 'em all. Somethin' t' do with the one, Jeremiah."
Colin took the switchblade from Billy and held it in front of the man's face. "How y' know all this?"
The man glanced at the knife, sweating. "I heard 'im. Sweet was talkin' t' one o' his guys. Jeremiah won't do business wit' him."
Billy released the man with a grunt. "All this cause he won't do no business deals?"
The man nodded, rubbing at his neck, the blood smearing over his fingertips. "He was into them high rise condos. Sweet wanted t' do business with 'im. Jerry didn't want none of it, so the councilman shut 'im down. Sweet made the man cut him off."
Billy looked at Colin and smiled. "All that an' he wants t' bring down some ol' lady. Sweet needs some rearrangin', he needs t' remember what's important in business," he flashed a wide grin.
The man sniffled and wiped at the tiny drips of blood. "Y' don't mess with Sweet. Y' don't say no to him," he said. "Bobby either. He don't ask, he jus' does, man."
Billy ignored him. He took a large drink of whiskey and licked his lips. "How 'bout we help Bobby?" he chuckled. "Which councilman shot down the brother?"
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Bobby sat at the dining room table, running two hands through his hair. "Angel...Angel man, fuckin' Victor Sweet? Jesus...I swear, I'm gonna kill Jerry with my own hands."
"Y' need to calm down, Bobby. Just calm, man, you can't go off like normal on Jerry, this is serious," Angel leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his chest. "That councilman, Douglas, he said it was Sweet? Y' sure about that?"
"Sure as shit," Bobby said grimly. He tented his hands under his chin. "Jerry fuckin' lied. He lied t' us. If he had somethin' to do with Mom...."
"Don't....Bobby, don't say that," Jack pleaded from across the table. He sat on the chair, one knee pulled up against his chest. He chewed on the tip of one fingernail, his stomach turning anxiously. Everything was happening so fast...the past day had been a blur. Bobby had dragged Jack along with him, determined to keep him at his side and away from the possibility of seeing Billy.
"It's the fuckin' truth. None of this shit smells right, and I know Jerry's in on this somehow," Bobby slapped his hands down on the table.
Jack flinched, biting down harder on his fingernail. "What if...what if Billy..."
"Don't even say that fucker's name in front of me right now!" Bobby spat.
Jack paled and turned his head to the side, blinking back tears. "Y' don't even know him," he whispered.
"Yeah and neither do you," Bobby stood up abruptly, his chair scraping along the faded tiles. "Whoever Billy was as a kid ain't who he is now!"
"Bobby..." Angel cut in. "Don't man. Don't start that shit now. Focus on Sweet, would ya?"
"You didn't even give him a chance," Jack mumbled bitterly. "You were down his throat in a second."
Bobby spun around, letting out a low growl. "Take the fucking blinders off, Jack! Billy is a gang leader, y' ever hear of the Darley gang?!"
Jack cringed and shook his head. "No..."
"He's not a nice guy, he's just another fuckin' gang banger that happens t' have been spawned by the same piece of shit father as you!"
"Bobby, damn it, stop it!" Angel cut in. "You ain't helpin' by actin' like a jealous lover!"
He watched as both Bobby and Jack went very silent and very pale. "Jesus..." he groaned, "I knew it."
"Y' don't know shit," Bobby said after a long moment. "Jus' shut up, Angel, ok."
Jack stood up and walked out of the room, his shoulders hunched. Angel rubbed his chin with his thumb, looking at Bobby speculatively. "How long you guys been together?"
"We aren't," Bobby looked away. "We never were."
"But y' wanna be. Never thought you'd pussy outta somethin'," Angel trailed off. "That's Jerry in the driveway now. Stay cool, Bobby."
Bobby was gone from the kitchen in an instant. He passed Jack on the couch, him and Angel on Jerry immediately.
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Billy pushed the door to Victor Sweet's office open, his heavy boots clomping on the floors. Victor looked up from his desk and frowned. "Darley, this ain't the time. I got plans this afternoon," he said.
"Shut up," Billy leaned forward, both arms resting on the wooden desk, Colin standing close behind him. "I wanna talk t' y', an' yeah, you're gonna make time t' talk t' me."
Victor leaned back in his chair, his gaze switching from Colin to Billy uneasily. "Talk about what?"
Billy chuckled. "Y' know what's funny, Victor?"
Victor stared back at him silently. "What's funny," Billy continued. "Is how threatened y' are by one little ol' white lady and her kids. That's real fuckin' funny. Here y' are, one o' the most powerful men in Detroit an' y' so afraid, y' gotta take down a senior fucking citizen."
"Are you still on about that broad? Jesus, Billy, let it go," Victor rolled his eyes. "It don't even concern you."
"No, it ain't about me, but it's about Jack," Billy stepped backwards and sat in the nearest chair. "Y' took that woman from him, and for what? Cause one lil' shit wouldn't partner wit' you? Like y' need another couple hundred thou lining y' pockets."
"What the fuck do y' care so damn much for?" Victor snapped. "How d' you even know them all?"
"Jack. Jack Mercer is m' baby brother," Billy smiled, the look on Victor's face deeply amusing to him.
"You...He...what..." Victor stuttered.
"She adopted 'im. He's m' baby brother, Victor," Billy crooned. "Y' picked the wrong lady t' fuck with. I know Bobby's comin' for y'. Y' picked the wrong family. Bobby's comin' an' I'm gonna watch him blow y' fuckin' head off."
Victor swallowed. "What about our trades? You gonna turn your back on ten years of connections over this?"
Billy shrugged carelessly. "There's always another shit weasel jus' like you, waitin' t' take over. Normally, I wouldn't give a shit, but y' hurt Jack when y' took her away from him. She was a sweet ol' lady or so I hear. He loved her. Y' hurt Jack. I can't let y' go unpunished, Victor. Y' know what I do t' people who hurt m' family?"
"Billy...C'mon now, there's no reason t' do nothin' rash. I....It's not like Jack was harmed," Victor's gaze darted away from Billy. Colin caught his eyes, returning his look.
Billy stared at Victor. "What did y' do? Victor...what the fuck did y' order?"
Victor licked his lips nervously. "I...They're...I know it was Bobby and Angel. They killed the shooters. It's a response, Billy. You know how these things go."
A heavy silence hung in the air. A drop of sweat rolled down Victor's temple. Billy stood up and leaned over the desk. He grabbed a fistful of Victor's shirt, dragging him forward, until their faces were mere inches apart.
"Y' better hope, y' better pray that Jack doesn't get caught in the cross fire," Billy whispered. "If he does...Y' better run, Victor...Y' better run."
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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 *
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Bobby smoothed Jack's hair back from his warm forehead, making soothing sounds as Jack curled up on the bed. He kept a close eye on the window, ensuring that no strange cars were idling outside. Jack sniffled, his hands fisted in Bobby's shirt.
"I made him go...I shouldn't have..." he choked out, trembling in Bobby's arms.
"C'mon...don't cry, Jackie," Bobby murmured, wiping the tears from Jack's flushed cheeks. "It's gonna be ok."
"It's not," Jack swallowed, his throat aching. "He came so far to find me! And...And, I just...pushed him away. He hates me now..."
Bobby sighed. "He doesn't hate you, Jack. C'mon now...he doesn't, I promise."
Jack clung to Bobby, his tears tapering off eventually. Bobby sat with him, humming under his breath until Jack's breathing evened. Jack licked his dry lips, his head resting on Bobby's chest, soothed by the steady sound of his heart beating.
"I don't remember an awful lot," he said, breaking the near silence.
"Hmm?" Bobby stroked his thumb along Jack's cheek, a motion that made Jack smile slightly.
"From before," Jack whispered. "Bones...he was our dad. He...He was mean, always yelling. Billy made me hide when Bones was in a mood. He took the beatings...He'd put me an' Joe in the closet in my mother's old room. Sometimes he wouldn't come for us for hours..." he rubbed at his face, a fresh tear slipping down his cheek.
Bobby scowled at the wall. "Another parent of the year," he muttered.
Jack sighed. "It wasn't all bad. Billy an' Joe took care of me. I don't 'member my mom at all. Billy said she had to go away right after I was born. I wish...I wish I could remember her."
"I'm sure she was a nice lady," Bobby lied through his teeth. He thought briefly of Billy and snorted inwardly at the thought of any woman who could have been mother to that bastard.
"Bobby?" Jack looked up at him. "Why d' you think Billy ended up like Bones?"
"Huh?" Bobby blinked slowly.
Jack toyed with his fingers, shrugging. "Well...I'm not like him. I mean...even his voice, his words, it's all so harsh an' guttural, I guess."
Bobby resumed smoothing his fingers through Jack's messy hair. "I guess...I guess cause he grew up there. I talk like that, but you don't, not really. Ma got you when you were little still. I came t' Ma when I was twelve. I'm guessin' he didn't have no one like Ma t' show him how to be like us. Street gangs...They're a rough way t' live, Jack. They grow up mean cause they hafta be."
Jack chewed on his lip, nodding. "Do you think Billy's really...like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like...Like Bones," Jack mumbled.
Bobby bit back his immediate response. "I don't know, Jack," he said after a moment's pause. "Look...you don't hafta do anythin' you don't want, ok? If you wanna see him, I understand. But I don't want y' going alone. Take me or Jerry with you."
"He won't hurt me, Bobby," Jack peered up at him.
"That's not what worries me," Bobby said grimly. Jack leaned back down, rubbing his fingers along Bobby's tattooed rosary, the beads barely visible under the edge of his shirt. His eyes closed as he slipped off to sleep, his body drained by the past few days.
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Billy ran his forefinger along the edge of his shot glass, the amber liquid filled to the brim. He clasped the shooter between his finger and thumb, gripping it tightly. He lifted it up, tossing the shot back. It burned down his throat, a warm fire coating his lips and tongue.
"Y' see that look?" he set the shot glass back down on the wooden table, sniffing. "That look, that fuckin' look on his face?"
Colin toyed with his own shot glass. Billy had started drinking whiskey just as soon as he could and now, now his eyes gleamed with a banked fury. "I saw, Billy. He jus'...He's scared, man. Somebody shot up his Ma; he ain't thinkin' right is all."
"That ol' bitch wasn't his Mom!" Billy pushed his glass away and took a swig from the bottle. He set it down hard, the glass bottle cracking along the seams from the force.
"He won't 'member y' Mom," Colin let go of his shot glass and cracked his knuckles slowly. "She was gone righ' after she had 'im."
Billy wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and grimaced. "I swear, I never wanted t' kill someone so bad before. Goddamn Mercer! Who the fuck does he think he is?! That short shit, tellin' me where t' go an' takin' Jack away," he ranted.
Colin sighed. "Look, Billy, Jack's gonna be freaked out by all this, y' know that. He ain't like us; he didn't grow up like us."
"He's all I got," Billy whispered miserably. "No one left but me an' him. I want my baby brother back, Colin. I can't...leave without 'im."
"I know," Colin poured another shot for him. "Here, take this. We're gonna bring him back home. We jus' gotta do it slow."
Billy downed the shot. "Fuckin' Sweet, he did somethin', I know he did," he said. "That shithead, he thinks he's smart. I know he had that broad offed. Why the fuck won't he admit it t' me of all people!"
"Maybe cause he don't trust you either," Colin mused. He sat back in his chair, the wood creaking. "We oughta find out about the shooters. See what Sweet's been up to. Check out the brothers...shit like that."
Billy sniffed, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand. "Shooters were Sweet's. Maybe not his guys, but someone he hired. He ain't stupid, he don't ever use his own guys for offin' people. He woulda wanted out of town guys."
"Out of town, he didn't get no out of town this time," Colin looked around warily at the sudden interruption to their conversation, a man leaning drunkenly against their table.
Billy stared up at the man, blinking slowly. "Who the fuck asked you 'bout anythin'?"
The man sat down on the nearest chair, his brown eyes glazed and red-rimmed. "I heard an' I know things, my friend. I know who offed that ol' white bitch."
Billy waved one hand dismissively. "Ain't no secret, move along now," he poured himself another shot, his fingers shaking.
Colin leaned forward. "Whatcha heard, huh?" he all but whispered.
"Maybe I do know some things, maybe I don't. What's in it for me t' be tellin' a pair o' white boy skinheads like you's?" the man slurred.
Billy moved fast, a switchblade pressed to the man's neck, a drop of blood trickling down the man's dark skin. "How 'bout I let y' live," he hissed. "Y' tell me what y' know, an' I let y' live another fuckin' day!"
"A' right, a' right, Jesus Christ, get 'im off me!" he bleated, struggling weakly under Billy's grip. Billy shoved the man's head down on the table, holding him in place.
"Speak fast or I'm gonna show y' jus' why the cops won't touch me," Billy pushed harder.
"I heard that two shooters were found downtown, car flipped over," the man gasped out. "Sweet ordered for outta town, but his man didn't do it. He hired in town. They got shot up, man. Shot up bad, cops think its Mercer who done it but they can't prove shit with no evidence!"
Billy stilled, his blue eyes darkening. "Mercer...That fuckin' punk..."
"Bobby don't fuck a' round. Everyone knows 'im!" the man squirmed under Billy's hand. "Sweet knows Mercer, he knows 'em all. Somethin' t' do with the one, Jeremiah."
Colin took the switchblade from Billy and held it in front of the man's face. "How y' know all this?"
The man glanced at the knife, sweating. "I heard 'im. Sweet was talkin' t' one o' his guys. Jeremiah won't do business wit' him."
Billy released the man with a grunt. "All this cause he won't do no business deals?"
The man nodded, rubbing at his neck, the blood smearing over his fingertips. "He was into them high rise condos. Sweet wanted t' do business with 'im. Jerry didn't want none of it, so the councilman shut 'im down. Sweet made the man cut him off."
Billy looked at Colin and smiled. "All that an' he wants t' bring down some ol' lady. Sweet needs some rearrangin', he needs t' remember what's important in business," he flashed a wide grin.
The man sniffled and wiped at the tiny drips of blood. "Y' don't mess with Sweet. Y' don't say no to him," he said. "Bobby either. He don't ask, he jus' does, man."
Billy ignored him. He took a large drink of whiskey and licked his lips. "How 'bout we help Bobby?" he chuckled. "Which councilman shot down the brother?"
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Bobby sat at the dining room table, running two hands through his hair. "Angel...Angel man, fuckin' Victor Sweet? Jesus...I swear, I'm gonna kill Jerry with my own hands."
"Y' need to calm down, Bobby. Just calm, man, you can't go off like normal on Jerry, this is serious," Angel leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his chest. "That councilman, Douglas, he said it was Sweet? Y' sure about that?"
"Sure as shit," Bobby said grimly. He tented his hands under his chin. "Jerry fuckin' lied. He lied t' us. If he had somethin' to do with Mom...."
"Don't....Bobby, don't say that," Jack pleaded from across the table. He sat on the chair, one knee pulled up against his chest. He chewed on the tip of one fingernail, his stomach turning anxiously. Everything was happening so fast...the past day had been a blur. Bobby had dragged Jack along with him, determined to keep him at his side and away from the possibility of seeing Billy.
"It's the fuckin' truth. None of this shit smells right, and I know Jerry's in on this somehow," Bobby slapped his hands down on the table.
Jack flinched, biting down harder on his fingernail. "What if...what if Billy..."
"Don't even say that fucker's name in front of me right now!" Bobby spat.
Jack paled and turned his head to the side, blinking back tears. "Y' don't even know him," he whispered.
"Yeah and neither do you," Bobby stood up abruptly, his chair scraping along the faded tiles. "Whoever Billy was as a kid ain't who he is now!"
"Bobby..." Angel cut in. "Don't man. Don't start that shit now. Focus on Sweet, would ya?"
"You didn't even give him a chance," Jack mumbled bitterly. "You were down his throat in a second."
Bobby spun around, letting out a low growl. "Take the fucking blinders off, Jack! Billy is a gang leader, y' ever hear of the Darley gang?!"
Jack cringed and shook his head. "No..."
"He's not a nice guy, he's just another fuckin' gang banger that happens t' have been spawned by the same piece of shit father as you!"
"Bobby, damn it, stop it!" Angel cut in. "You ain't helpin' by actin' like a jealous lover!"
He watched as both Bobby and Jack went very silent and very pale. "Jesus..." he groaned, "I knew it."
"Y' don't know shit," Bobby said after a long moment. "Jus' shut up, Angel, ok."
Jack stood up and walked out of the room, his shoulders hunched. Angel rubbed his chin with his thumb, looking at Bobby speculatively. "How long you guys been together?"
"We aren't," Bobby looked away. "We never were."
"But y' wanna be. Never thought you'd pussy outta somethin'," Angel trailed off. "That's Jerry in the driveway now. Stay cool, Bobby."
Bobby was gone from the kitchen in an instant. He passed Jack on the couch, him and Angel on Jerry immediately.
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Billy pushed the door to Victor Sweet's office open, his heavy boots clomping on the floors. Victor looked up from his desk and frowned. "Darley, this ain't the time. I got plans this afternoon," he said.
"Shut up," Billy leaned forward, both arms resting on the wooden desk, Colin standing close behind him. "I wanna talk t' y', an' yeah, you're gonna make time t' talk t' me."
Victor leaned back in his chair, his gaze switching from Colin to Billy uneasily. "Talk about what?"
Billy chuckled. "Y' know what's funny, Victor?"
Victor stared back at him silently. "What's funny," Billy continued. "Is how threatened y' are by one little ol' white lady and her kids. That's real fuckin' funny. Here y' are, one o' the most powerful men in Detroit an' y' so afraid, y' gotta take down a senior fucking citizen."
"Are you still on about that broad? Jesus, Billy, let it go," Victor rolled his eyes. "It don't even concern you."
"No, it ain't about me, but it's about Jack," Billy stepped backwards and sat in the nearest chair. "Y' took that woman from him, and for what? Cause one lil' shit wouldn't partner wit' you? Like y' need another couple hundred thou lining y' pockets."
"What the fuck do y' care so damn much for?" Victor snapped. "How d' you even know them all?"
"Jack. Jack Mercer is m' baby brother," Billy smiled, the look on Victor's face deeply amusing to him.
"You...He...what..." Victor stuttered.
"She adopted 'im. He's m' baby brother, Victor," Billy crooned. "Y' picked the wrong lady t' fuck with. I know Bobby's comin' for y'. Y' picked the wrong family. Bobby's comin' an' I'm gonna watch him blow y' fuckin' head off."
Victor swallowed. "What about our trades? You gonna turn your back on ten years of connections over this?"
Billy shrugged carelessly. "There's always another shit weasel jus' like you, waitin' t' take over. Normally, I wouldn't give a shit, but y' hurt Jack when y' took her away from him. She was a sweet ol' lady or so I hear. He loved her. Y' hurt Jack. I can't let y' go unpunished, Victor. Y' know what I do t' people who hurt m' family?"
"Billy...C'mon now, there's no reason t' do nothin' rash. I....It's not like Jack was harmed," Victor's gaze darted away from Billy. Colin caught his eyes, returning his look.
Billy stared at Victor. "What did y' do? Victor...what the fuck did y' order?"
Victor licked his lips nervously. "I...They're...I know it was Bobby and Angel. They killed the shooters. It's a response, Billy. You know how these things go."
A heavy silence hung in the air. A drop of sweat rolled down Victor's temple. Billy stood up and leaned over the desk. He grabbed a fistful of Victor's shirt, dragging him forward, until their faces were mere inches apart.
"Y' better hope, y' better pray that Jack doesn't get caught in the cross fire," Billy whispered. "If he does...Y' better run, Victor...Y' better run."
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Date: 2008-07-25 11:06 pm (UTC)I'm glad I had this to come home to!
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Date: 2008-07-25 11:48 pm (UTC)"But y' wanna be. Never thought you'd pussy outta somethin'," Angel trailed off. I love Angel so much :)
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Date: 2008-07-26 06:19 am (UTC)Loved it like always... I hope you don' kill Jack, this would suck! lol and ... I know I said it 'fore but I hope they accept Billy, you know .. I feel for the guy.
~shadow
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Date: 2009-03-25 09:07 pm (UTC)Love that! :D Great, cant wait to read the rest :D Hope you'll finish the story.