Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: Strays 19/?
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.
Please be advised that this story does contain language which may offend some readers.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
X
"Pick up...c'mon man, pickup," Jerry sped down the road, his car weaving between lanes, the snow slowing his progress. He held the cell phone to his ear and stomped on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a car turning left. "Fuck!"
"You got some nerve callin' me..."
Jerry gripped the wheel, his heart racing as fast as the car. "Bobby, you gotta listen now, it's about Jack, for the love of God, don't hang up!"
Bobby paused and Jerry felt his heart skip a beat. "The fuck do you know about him?"
He swerved again and licked his lower lip. "Sweet...he told me."
"If I was you, I would disappear," Bobby said, his voice whisper quiet, the voice of pure rage. "You knew, didn't you? That he was gonna do this..."
"I...Bobby, y' gotta believe me, I didn't know until right before he sent them."
Bobby let out a sound, a harsh bark of hateful laughter. "Do you know what I'm gonna do t' you...Oh God, I hope for your sake, you disappear this second...if I get my hands on that paid pussy of yours, I'm gonna make you watch me rip her apart, I'm gonna blow her fucking brains out and set her on motherfucking fire! D' ya get that? YOU HEAR ME?!"
Jerry gripped the phone, his fingers greasy with sweat. "Don't you touch her, she ain't got nothin' to do with Jack or...or us."
"Uh huh, tit for tat, my friend. I lose Jack, you lose your whore."
"I can get him for you! I swear it! I know who's watchin' over him, I know who helped take him," Jerry babbled, switching lanes and sliding in the snow, his eyes nearly bulging with fear. "I promise, don't hurt her, don't fucking do it, she's as innocent as Jack. Don't be Sweet, don't be like him!"
Bobby was silent for a long moment, one that stretched on for light years or so it seemed to Jerry. "Who has him?"
"He's bein' watched in the warehouses, somewhere between Third and Seventh, I've got a guy pickin' info for me, that's what I got so far."
"Not good enough, ya need t' try a little fucking harder, Jeremiah."
Jerry stepped on the gas and darted around a corner, his wheels spinning madly for several seconds. "Guy named Luke, 'nother one named...shit, what was his name...John or somethin', I don't know. I'm on my way t' the guy's house, see what else he found. Bobby, Bobby give me your word that Camille is off limits."
"She's only safe when he is!" Bobby snarled into the phone. "Find him or she's next."
Jerry winced, the sound of Bobby's phone cutting off a harsh distortion over the line. "....Shit..."
X
Green's car cruised along Fourth in the darkness, the white snow muted by the gritty faint lights of the street lamps high above. Fowler sighed, tapping his pen on a folder with no particular beat. "You sure you can trust the word of a hooker?"
"You're lucky Sofi ain't here t' hear you call her that," Green mumbled. He pulled the car to the side of the road. "She said the car was driving slow up Fourth. Look around, kid, does this look like the kind of place a person wanders through?"
Fowler wrinkled his nose. "Christ, no. These place makes me wanna grab a tetanus shot for the hell of it," he eyed the rundown buildings and rusted fencing everywhere. "Depressing as fuck out here."
"Right, so again...why would a car move slowly through here?" Green stared off into the distance at several darkened buildings. "Unless they were droppin' someone off an' looking for the address."
Fowler considered that and nodded. "Ok, so you made your point. These properties are owned, right? I got a list of ones that Sweet owns in his name, so what? That means we need to get the official paperwork to even enter each of these hellholes."
"Already on it." Green cut the engine and looked around. "I'm bettin' dollars to donuts, Bobby don't know exactly which Jack he had."
"No shit, huh? Or maybe he did and thought it was real funny that he was fuckin' the son of his rival."
Green glared at him. "Shut up. I don't...I don't think so though." He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a second, thinking. "When I went t' his office, right after the attack, he didn't seem to know Jack's last name. Jerry didn't either. An' Jerry always knew about everything Bobby was or wasn't doin'."
"What a coincidence then..."
"Jack's young, real young. File says he's just legal...how much do you 'member about bein' five, Fowler?"
Fowler shook his head and grinned. "Truth? Not a whole lot. I remember my first bike, I remember goin' to my great grandmother's house, Christ, she must have been a hundred, if she was a day, hair all over her chin too. Ugh. Anyway..."
"What I'm wonderin', is why Jack didn't tell Bobby his last name. Calls himself Jack, never elaborates...Could he remember his own father dealin' with Bobby?" Green sighed a long, winded sigh. "Damn it...Jack had t' have known who Bobby is. Most everybody you talk to, they all know him. So..why?"
Fowler drummed his pen again. "Maybe he found out just what his last name represented. I wouldn't be fucking bragging if my last name was Donnelly. Or Mercer, for that matter."
"The Donnelly's were like...street royalty. In that kind of way, it was a thing of respect, once upon a time, but Christopher Donnelly was no saint. He was vicious. You remember Malcolm Sweet? The files I got you workin' on?"
Fowler nodded. "Yeah...yeah, I read 'em all."
"Malcolm and Christopher were practically partners. Never met a pair of more cutthroat, vicious devils ever since. Victor is a pale imitation, kid." Green stared out into the road. "Bobby didn't like how things were bein' handled. At sixteen, he wanted t' take control and bring some changes. And he did. And then some."
"You gonna warn Bobby?"
Green blinked and then frowned. "Think I should. He's gotta know one way or the other. Givin' Mercer bad news is never fun. Bein' the messenger is dangerous sometimes."
X
"Wake up!"
Jack lifted his head, hissing out a tiny breath at the pain that shot up and down his neck. He stared up at the large man that loomed over him. "Don't s'pose you had a change of heart in the night?" he croaked, his lips cracked and painfully dry.
His head jerked to the side, a slap his answer. Coppery blood spilled over his tongue and lips. Jack shuddered, disgusted by the taste.
"Keep that up, and I'll staple your fuckin' mouth shut, kid!" Luke growled. He shoved a bottle of water at Jack. "Drink it."
Jack stared back at him. "I...I can't, the lid's still on."
Luke muttered under his breath and opened the bottle, shoving it at him again. Jack clutched at the bottle with his one free hand. He took small sips, wincing at the pain that flashed through his stiff body. Luke stood over him, arms crossed, a ugly glare on his face. "Hurry up, I gotta better shit t' do today."
Jack shifted away from him, eyes wary. He took another sip. "Can I keep it?" he whispered.
"Yeah." Luke turned away and grabbed a crumpled brown paper bag from one of the boxes. He dropped it in front of Jack. "Eat. Last thing I need is you dyin' an' stinkin' up the place."
"Would that bring the property value down?"
Luke slapped him again. "I got no problems keepin' you drugged, ya fucking faggot, so if I was you, I'd shut the fuck up."
Jack cringed, tears prickling under his eyelids. "Sorry." He set the water bottle down by his side. He eyed the bag, large grease stains creeping up one side of it. "Um...thanks."
Luke grunted and walked away. "Just shut up an' we'll get along fine."
He waited until the door closed before shuddering. "The service here is awful," he said with a rusty chuckle. He shifted a bit, a small moan leaving him at the pull in his ribs with the motion. "Could make a damned list for injuries..."
Jack opened the bag, taking out the wrapped burger. With painstakingly careful movements, he unwrapped it and nibbled at the burger, cursing the inability to use his left arm. He picked at the food, his stomach churning and twisting uncomfortably. He swallowed, the food like ashes in his mouth. "Bobby..." He closed his eyes, willing the tears to go away.
It was hard, harder than he thought, to keep the tears at bay. He wanted to scream, to rage at the unfairness of everything. He swallowed again, his stomach trying to rebel against the greasy food he'd ingested. "Not right at all..." He wiped at his eyes with his hand, wiping at the dried blood smears. "Damn it, Bobby...You gotta come...Don't do this t' me..."
Luke pushed the door open, sneering at him. "You cryin' for 'im? Waste of time, y' know. Maybe he'll come, probably won't."
"Fuck you," Jack whispered. He sniffed quickly and looked away from him, his anger surging up once more. "You don't know shit."
Luke chuckled and strolled over towards him. "I know who ya are though."
Jack stilled. He lifted his chin, his mouth a tight line of anger. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, ya don't look that much like y' daddy, but I hear that whore of a mother of yours had a cocksucker's mouth, jus' like you."
Jack glared hatefully back at him. "You shut the fuck up!"
"Or else what?" Luke pointed to the wall. "Y' ain't goin' very far, chained up like the bitch puppy you are. Now, sit Jack, sit like a good puppy, make that long dead daddy proud."
"Fuck you!" Jack shouted, straining to move towards him despite the immediate flash of pain. "You son of a bitch! C'mere an' say that!"
"Easy there, Jackie," Luke sneered and laughed more, enjoying the rage on Jack's face. "Y'd make a sad member. Maybe it's better this way."
Jack growled and yanked on his handcuff, angry tears burning at his eyes. "You don't know nothin'!"
"Oh but I know somethin' you don't. I know somethin' Bobby don't. But most of all, I know who you are. Jack, little Jack Donnelly..."
Jack hung back against the wall, the fight draining out of him. "Shut up..."
"Bobby doesn't know....stupid fuck never bothered t' check, huh?"
"He doesn't need t' know. It's not important..." Jack mumbled and curled up as best he could, his head lowered.
Luke leaned against one of the boxes. "Y' don't say, hm? I think ol' Mercer would be very interested t' know who he's fuckin'."
Jack flinched at the crude laughter. "Why should he care? I'm no one important. Y' might wanna clue that Sweet guy t' the fact that I'm no one special. There wasn't any reason t' do all this."
"Besides drivin' Mercer nuts," Luke grinned, his bright teeth gleaming in the dark room. "Sweet knows...yeah he knows who y' are. Your daddy worked with his uncle, y' see. Ol' Malcolm Sweet an' Chris Donnelly, they go way the fuck back. Well..they did. Wonder what Mercer will say when he finds out."
"You...you're lyin'!" Jack whispered, horrified. He'd heard things over the years, jeers and taunts over his last name and had desperately ignored them, unwilling to believe it.
Luke simply stared back at him, still grinning. "Think so?"
Jack closed his eyes, sick to his stomach. He curled away, hiding his face, curled in a protective ball, his head pounding with what he imagined rivaled one of Bobby's migraines. "God, please," he choked out in a panic.
"Don't worry, I'm sure it don't run in the family," Luke laughed as he walked away, the door slamming shut behind him.
X
"Boy, I'ma sit on ya, if'n ya don't lie down an' rest this instant," Em huffed as she pointed her finger at Bobby. She didn't care for the lines that were grooved into his forehead, the way he seemed close to collapsing. "Ya haven't eaten in nearly 3 days, ya ain't been sleepin', don't ya shake y'r head at me, Boss man!"
Bobby moved past her, stripping his shirt off on the way to the bathroom. "I don't wanna hear it. If I did, I'd ask," he said, side stepping her. He stood in front of the mirror, tracing a dark bruise that covered part of his shoulder. Dwayne hadn't gone down easy. He stared at his reflection, hatred seeping from his pores. He wanted to smash the mirror, drive out the sound of Evelyn's voice in his head.
"Lord have mercy on ya, Bobby," she crossed herself at the sight of the bruises on his body. "Ya gonna die like this!"
He turned away and spun the hot and cold water taps, starting the shower. "Em, I swear I love you like I loved her, but right now, I'm gonna fucking blow up if ya don't back off," he said, on the verge of pleading.
Em dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief, nodding. "Boy, please, I'm frightened t' the ends for ya. I can't lose another, I can't, don't ask me t' stand by an' do it again."
He sighed, stripping off the rest of his bloodied and dirty clothes. "Burn those."
He stepped into the hot spray of water, the pulsing pain in his head making him want to throw up. "Jack..." a small sob passed his lips. His shoulders shook as he fought to stop the silent flow of tears.
Em gathered the clothes from the floor, her eyes wet. She set out a towel for him, mumbling prayers as she left the bathroom. Bobby rested his head to the cool tiles, rubbing at his weary face. He let the water pound away on his sore muscles, his body exhausted and deprived of food and sleep.
As if he were sleepwalking, he dried off after the shower, staring once more at himself in the large mirror along the wall. He stilled, touching his hand to his chest, his thumb following each of the detailed beads inked into his skin. His lips moved, speaking the words Evelyn had taught him, over and over, until he could say them in his sleep if needed.
He closed his eyes for a minute, steeling himself for what was needed. The only thing Dwayne had admitted to was what Jerry had told him not long after and that wasn't enough, not nearly enough. Each day had the reduced chances of getting Jack back unharmed. He tied the towel around his hips and picked up the cell phone Em had left on the counter from his pants.
Bobby dialed and waited, listening to the phone ring. When it connected, he swallowed, the words catching in his throat.
"Think it's time we met up, Victor."
X
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.
Please be advised that this story does contain language which may offend some readers.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
X
"Pick up...c'mon man, pickup," Jerry sped down the road, his car weaving between lanes, the snow slowing his progress. He held the cell phone to his ear and stomped on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a car turning left. "Fuck!"
"You got some nerve callin' me..."
Jerry gripped the wheel, his heart racing as fast as the car. "Bobby, you gotta listen now, it's about Jack, for the love of God, don't hang up!"
Bobby paused and Jerry felt his heart skip a beat. "The fuck do you know about him?"
He swerved again and licked his lower lip. "Sweet...he told me."
"If I was you, I would disappear," Bobby said, his voice whisper quiet, the voice of pure rage. "You knew, didn't you? That he was gonna do this..."
"I...Bobby, y' gotta believe me, I didn't know until right before he sent them."
Bobby let out a sound, a harsh bark of hateful laughter. "Do you know what I'm gonna do t' you...Oh God, I hope for your sake, you disappear this second...if I get my hands on that paid pussy of yours, I'm gonna make you watch me rip her apart, I'm gonna blow her fucking brains out and set her on motherfucking fire! D' ya get that? YOU HEAR ME?!"
Jerry gripped the phone, his fingers greasy with sweat. "Don't you touch her, she ain't got nothin' to do with Jack or...or us."
"Uh huh, tit for tat, my friend. I lose Jack, you lose your whore."
"I can get him for you! I swear it! I know who's watchin' over him, I know who helped take him," Jerry babbled, switching lanes and sliding in the snow, his eyes nearly bulging with fear. "I promise, don't hurt her, don't fucking do it, she's as innocent as Jack. Don't be Sweet, don't be like him!"
Bobby was silent for a long moment, one that stretched on for light years or so it seemed to Jerry. "Who has him?"
"He's bein' watched in the warehouses, somewhere between Third and Seventh, I've got a guy pickin' info for me, that's what I got so far."
"Not good enough, ya need t' try a little fucking harder, Jeremiah."
Jerry stepped on the gas and darted around a corner, his wheels spinning madly for several seconds. "Guy named Luke, 'nother one named...shit, what was his name...John or somethin', I don't know. I'm on my way t' the guy's house, see what else he found. Bobby, Bobby give me your word that Camille is off limits."
"She's only safe when he is!" Bobby snarled into the phone. "Find him or she's next."
Jerry winced, the sound of Bobby's phone cutting off a harsh distortion over the line. "....Shit..."
X
Green's car cruised along Fourth in the darkness, the white snow muted by the gritty faint lights of the street lamps high above. Fowler sighed, tapping his pen on a folder with no particular beat. "You sure you can trust the word of a hooker?"
"You're lucky Sofi ain't here t' hear you call her that," Green mumbled. He pulled the car to the side of the road. "She said the car was driving slow up Fourth. Look around, kid, does this look like the kind of place a person wanders through?"
Fowler wrinkled his nose. "Christ, no. These place makes me wanna grab a tetanus shot for the hell of it," he eyed the rundown buildings and rusted fencing everywhere. "Depressing as fuck out here."
"Right, so again...why would a car move slowly through here?" Green stared off into the distance at several darkened buildings. "Unless they were droppin' someone off an' looking for the address."
Fowler considered that and nodded. "Ok, so you made your point. These properties are owned, right? I got a list of ones that Sweet owns in his name, so what? That means we need to get the official paperwork to even enter each of these hellholes."
"Already on it." Green cut the engine and looked around. "I'm bettin' dollars to donuts, Bobby don't know exactly which Jack he had."
"No shit, huh? Or maybe he did and thought it was real funny that he was fuckin' the son of his rival."
Green glared at him. "Shut up. I don't...I don't think so though." He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a second, thinking. "When I went t' his office, right after the attack, he didn't seem to know Jack's last name. Jerry didn't either. An' Jerry always knew about everything Bobby was or wasn't doin'."
"What a coincidence then..."
"Jack's young, real young. File says he's just legal...how much do you 'member about bein' five, Fowler?"
Fowler shook his head and grinned. "Truth? Not a whole lot. I remember my first bike, I remember goin' to my great grandmother's house, Christ, she must have been a hundred, if she was a day, hair all over her chin too. Ugh. Anyway..."
"What I'm wonderin', is why Jack didn't tell Bobby his last name. Calls himself Jack, never elaborates...Could he remember his own father dealin' with Bobby?" Green sighed a long, winded sigh. "Damn it...Jack had t' have known who Bobby is. Most everybody you talk to, they all know him. So..why?"
Fowler drummed his pen again. "Maybe he found out just what his last name represented. I wouldn't be fucking bragging if my last name was Donnelly. Or Mercer, for that matter."
"The Donnelly's were like...street royalty. In that kind of way, it was a thing of respect, once upon a time, but Christopher Donnelly was no saint. He was vicious. You remember Malcolm Sweet? The files I got you workin' on?"
Fowler nodded. "Yeah...yeah, I read 'em all."
"Malcolm and Christopher were practically partners. Never met a pair of more cutthroat, vicious devils ever since. Victor is a pale imitation, kid." Green stared out into the road. "Bobby didn't like how things were bein' handled. At sixteen, he wanted t' take control and bring some changes. And he did. And then some."
"You gonna warn Bobby?"
Green blinked and then frowned. "Think I should. He's gotta know one way or the other. Givin' Mercer bad news is never fun. Bein' the messenger is dangerous sometimes."
X
"Wake up!"
Jack lifted his head, hissing out a tiny breath at the pain that shot up and down his neck. He stared up at the large man that loomed over him. "Don't s'pose you had a change of heart in the night?" he croaked, his lips cracked and painfully dry.
His head jerked to the side, a slap his answer. Coppery blood spilled over his tongue and lips. Jack shuddered, disgusted by the taste.
"Keep that up, and I'll staple your fuckin' mouth shut, kid!" Luke growled. He shoved a bottle of water at Jack. "Drink it."
Jack stared back at him. "I...I can't, the lid's still on."
Luke muttered under his breath and opened the bottle, shoving it at him again. Jack clutched at the bottle with his one free hand. He took small sips, wincing at the pain that flashed through his stiff body. Luke stood over him, arms crossed, a ugly glare on his face. "Hurry up, I gotta better shit t' do today."
Jack shifted away from him, eyes wary. He took another sip. "Can I keep it?" he whispered.
"Yeah." Luke turned away and grabbed a crumpled brown paper bag from one of the boxes. He dropped it in front of Jack. "Eat. Last thing I need is you dyin' an' stinkin' up the place."
"Would that bring the property value down?"
Luke slapped him again. "I got no problems keepin' you drugged, ya fucking faggot, so if I was you, I'd shut the fuck up."
Jack cringed, tears prickling under his eyelids. "Sorry." He set the water bottle down by his side. He eyed the bag, large grease stains creeping up one side of it. "Um...thanks."
Luke grunted and walked away. "Just shut up an' we'll get along fine."
He waited until the door closed before shuddering. "The service here is awful," he said with a rusty chuckle. He shifted a bit, a small moan leaving him at the pull in his ribs with the motion. "Could make a damned list for injuries..."
Jack opened the bag, taking out the wrapped burger. With painstakingly careful movements, he unwrapped it and nibbled at the burger, cursing the inability to use his left arm. He picked at the food, his stomach churning and twisting uncomfortably. He swallowed, the food like ashes in his mouth. "Bobby..." He closed his eyes, willing the tears to go away.
It was hard, harder than he thought, to keep the tears at bay. He wanted to scream, to rage at the unfairness of everything. He swallowed again, his stomach trying to rebel against the greasy food he'd ingested. "Not right at all..." He wiped at his eyes with his hand, wiping at the dried blood smears. "Damn it, Bobby...You gotta come...Don't do this t' me..."
Luke pushed the door open, sneering at him. "You cryin' for 'im? Waste of time, y' know. Maybe he'll come, probably won't."
"Fuck you," Jack whispered. He sniffed quickly and looked away from him, his anger surging up once more. "You don't know shit."
Luke chuckled and strolled over towards him. "I know who ya are though."
Jack stilled. He lifted his chin, his mouth a tight line of anger. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, ya don't look that much like y' daddy, but I hear that whore of a mother of yours had a cocksucker's mouth, jus' like you."
Jack glared hatefully back at him. "You shut the fuck up!"
"Or else what?" Luke pointed to the wall. "Y' ain't goin' very far, chained up like the bitch puppy you are. Now, sit Jack, sit like a good puppy, make that long dead daddy proud."
"Fuck you!" Jack shouted, straining to move towards him despite the immediate flash of pain. "You son of a bitch! C'mere an' say that!"
"Easy there, Jackie," Luke sneered and laughed more, enjoying the rage on Jack's face. "Y'd make a sad member. Maybe it's better this way."
Jack growled and yanked on his handcuff, angry tears burning at his eyes. "You don't know nothin'!"
"Oh but I know somethin' you don't. I know somethin' Bobby don't. But most of all, I know who you are. Jack, little Jack Donnelly..."
Jack hung back against the wall, the fight draining out of him. "Shut up..."
"Bobby doesn't know....stupid fuck never bothered t' check, huh?"
"He doesn't need t' know. It's not important..." Jack mumbled and curled up as best he could, his head lowered.
Luke leaned against one of the boxes. "Y' don't say, hm? I think ol' Mercer would be very interested t' know who he's fuckin'."
Jack flinched at the crude laughter. "Why should he care? I'm no one important. Y' might wanna clue that Sweet guy t' the fact that I'm no one special. There wasn't any reason t' do all this."
"Besides drivin' Mercer nuts," Luke grinned, his bright teeth gleaming in the dark room. "Sweet knows...yeah he knows who y' are. Your daddy worked with his uncle, y' see. Ol' Malcolm Sweet an' Chris Donnelly, they go way the fuck back. Well..they did. Wonder what Mercer will say when he finds out."
"You...you're lyin'!" Jack whispered, horrified. He'd heard things over the years, jeers and taunts over his last name and had desperately ignored them, unwilling to believe it.
Luke simply stared back at him, still grinning. "Think so?"
Jack closed his eyes, sick to his stomach. He curled away, hiding his face, curled in a protective ball, his head pounding with what he imagined rivaled one of Bobby's migraines. "God, please," he choked out in a panic.
"Don't worry, I'm sure it don't run in the family," Luke laughed as he walked away, the door slamming shut behind him.
X
"Boy, I'ma sit on ya, if'n ya don't lie down an' rest this instant," Em huffed as she pointed her finger at Bobby. She didn't care for the lines that were grooved into his forehead, the way he seemed close to collapsing. "Ya haven't eaten in nearly 3 days, ya ain't been sleepin', don't ya shake y'r head at me, Boss man!"
Bobby moved past her, stripping his shirt off on the way to the bathroom. "I don't wanna hear it. If I did, I'd ask," he said, side stepping her. He stood in front of the mirror, tracing a dark bruise that covered part of his shoulder. Dwayne hadn't gone down easy. He stared at his reflection, hatred seeping from his pores. He wanted to smash the mirror, drive out the sound of Evelyn's voice in his head.
"Lord have mercy on ya, Bobby," she crossed herself at the sight of the bruises on his body. "Ya gonna die like this!"
He turned away and spun the hot and cold water taps, starting the shower. "Em, I swear I love you like I loved her, but right now, I'm gonna fucking blow up if ya don't back off," he said, on the verge of pleading.
Em dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief, nodding. "Boy, please, I'm frightened t' the ends for ya. I can't lose another, I can't, don't ask me t' stand by an' do it again."
He sighed, stripping off the rest of his bloodied and dirty clothes. "Burn those."
He stepped into the hot spray of water, the pulsing pain in his head making him want to throw up. "Jack..." a small sob passed his lips. His shoulders shook as he fought to stop the silent flow of tears.
Em gathered the clothes from the floor, her eyes wet. She set out a towel for him, mumbling prayers as she left the bathroom. Bobby rested his head to the cool tiles, rubbing at his weary face. He let the water pound away on his sore muscles, his body exhausted and deprived of food and sleep.
As if he were sleepwalking, he dried off after the shower, staring once more at himself in the large mirror along the wall. He stilled, touching his hand to his chest, his thumb following each of the detailed beads inked into his skin. His lips moved, speaking the words Evelyn had taught him, over and over, until he could say them in his sleep if needed.
He closed his eyes for a minute, steeling himself for what was needed. The only thing Dwayne had admitted to was what Jerry had told him not long after and that wasn't enough, not nearly enough. Each day had the reduced chances of getting Jack back unharmed. He tied the towel around his hips and picked up the cell phone Em had left on the counter from his pants.
Bobby dialed and waited, listening to the phone ring. When it connected, he swallowed, the words catching in his throat.
"Think it's time we met up, Victor."
X
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Date: 2010-04-10 12:21 am (UTC)MORE SOON!!!
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Date: 2010-04-10 12:27 am (UTC)I'm freaking over the MOUNTAIN of tension! And now Bobby's gonna go head on with Sweet? And he's gonna find out about Jack and it's going to be CRAZY! Oh god!
I know this was just updated, but I hope you get the next one out asap. You've worked this into something truly amazing! I'm not even kidding when I say this is my absolute favorite fic I've come across - pretty much ever, and definitely where the Four Brother's fandom is concerned. Can't wait to see more!
<3 Seyyed
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