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A/N: Sequel to "Color Blind." Jack's girlfriend Krystal Peterson finds out some good news, she has a half-sister name Marcia. Marcia befriends her sister and the Mercer men, especially Bobby. Marcia starts asking Krystal a lot of questions about Jack and his family. As time goes on, Krystal wonders why Marcia decides to show up in her life out of the blue. Things don't seem to add up until a sudden twist is revealed and it hits Bobby the hardest.
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Title- My Name is…
Chapter 1- Mission Complete
"I didn't know you had a sister."
"Yeah, well I didn't either," Marcia Alvarez sighed as she pulled on her leather gloves and brown Gucci sunglasses.
As Marcia's driver drove the black Lincoln Town Car onto the slushy covered roads of Michigan, she tightened her long brown in its ponytail and adjusted her white leather coat.
"Do I look too fancy? Too rich?" she asked the man sitting beside her.
"You look like a financial advisor, and since we don't get paid enough anyway, if you get this job done we'll probably be rich by the end of the month," he smirked.
"You think I can get this done in a month?"
"We'll see, as long as you don't get too tied up in family affairs. Just put on the nice and hospitable act and you'll be fine. We don't need you blowing our cover.
"Of course not, they won't know what hit them," Marcia smiled.
"You know, the only reason you'll get the job at Mercer Luxury is because of you're sister."
"Morrison, I'll get the job because I'm great at what I do, and it helps that my sister is a friend of the family," she answered smugly.
"Ha ha, let's just see then. Jeremiah Mercer's business is growing fast. If we take him down now… listen never mind, just get the job done. Fifty bucks says you can't get it done alone," Morrison mocked.
"I'll keep my relationship with my little sister to a minimum. Nothing will get in the way of me doing this job, nothing. Even though this is childish, I guess we have ourselves a deal."
"Well, call us when you need reinforcement," Morrison chuckled.
"Don't worry. I'll get enough information to…"
"Ms. Alvarez, we are here," the driver said as he pulled up to the middle sized blue house.
"Wish me luck," Marcia told Morrison.
"And lose fifty bucks to you? Just get it done, and quickly, your ass is on the line now," he warned, "Also, be careful."
While Morrison helped Marcia gather her luggage out of the trunk, Krystal watched anxiously through her living room window.
She turned around to face Jack who was standing behind her, "Do I look ok? My hair is a mess isn't it? Where's that brush!" she panicked.
"Red, Red, calm down. You look adorable," Jack whispered as he gave her a reassuring kiss on her forehead.
"I'm just so nervous. It's been nineteen years and my mom never told me that she had another daughter. What am I supposed to say to her?"
"Like you said, it's been nineteen years, I'm sure you'll have plenty to talk about," Jack smiled as he heard someone ring the doorbell.
"Well, here goes nothin."
Jack followed Krystal to the front door, "Hi."
"Hi, you must be Krystal," Marcia smiled sweetly as they both leaned in for an awkward hug.
"Marcia right?"
"Yes, and who is this?" Marcia asked excitedly, staring at Jack.
"This is my boyfriend Jack," Krystal introduced.
Jack took her hand, "Nice to finally meet you Marcia. Let me get your bags."
"Oh, thank you Jack."
While Jack hauled Marcia's bags upstairs to the guestroom, Krystal showed her sister into the living room. She noticed how upscale Marcia looked, from her Manolo Blancs boots to her Gucci sunglasses. Even though she couldn't see her eyes, she could see how much Marcia resembled their mother. Krystal couldn't tell, but she figured Marcia's biological father was also Puerto Rican because she had fairly tan skin which reminded her of their mother's. Marcia was quite tall, thin, and very beautiful. Krystal felt a certain warmth from her, like she finally found a missing part of her life. She was going to do her best to catch up on all the years they missed together.
"This house is beautiful," Marcia said as she viewed the family photos that were placed on the wall.
"I try to keep it the way mom left it," Krystal sighed out uneasily.
"If you don't mind me asking, what was she like?"
"Mom? Well, I guess you can say she was a typical Puerto Rican mother," Krystal smiled, "She very religious. She was kind, very gentle. She loved everyone, and everyone loved her."
"She sounds wonderful. It's a shame I never tried to find her."
"How were your parents?"
"I wouldn't exactly know. I was raised by boarding schools," Marcia smiled back as she lowered her head to the floor.
"How old are you?" Krystal asked.
"I just turned in twenty seven two weeks ago, April eighth. You?"
"Nineteen. I'll be twenty later this summer."
A disturbing silence flooded the room until Jack ran down the stairs. He could tell there was some tension by the way Marcia and Krystal avoided each others glance.
"I put your luggage in the guest room," he told Marcia.
"Thank you."
Another awkward silence filled the room.
"Oh, Jack. Wasn't I supposed to have dinner at your house tonight?" Krystal asked him.
"Well now that your sister is visiting, I think you should spend some time with her. Don't worry about dinner."
"Don't cancel on my behalf. Go have a good time."
"Well actually, it's a family dinner. I'm sure my brothers would love to have you over," Jack grinned as he looked down at Krystal.
She turned around and smiled widely, "If it's alright with you, I'd be happy to."
Mercer House-
"What the hell is the matter with you Jackie?" Bobby yelled as he cleared off the dining room table.
Jack stood frustrated in the kitchen while he washed off the dinner plates, "She's Krystal sister, it's not like I invited someone off of the street. I didn't think it would be a problem."
"Guess what, there is a problem. Jerry, Camille and the girls are coming over for dinner too. What do you think this is? A soup kitchen?"
"I can make more food, and I can set one more plate for her," Sofi shouted at Bobby as she stuck two hams into the oven.
"Or I have a better idea. How bout I put your plate outside and you can eat it there," Bobby yelled back at Sofi.
"Ignorant jackass," Sofi mumbled furiously, throwing a wooden spoon at Bobby's back.
"Bobby, can she come over or not?" Jack asked eagerly, ignoring their fight.
"Fine, but she can't be comin over everyday. It's bad enough you bring Red over all the time like she don't live in that big empty house alone. Here's an idea…move in with her."
"Thanks," Jack said as he reached for the phone.
Dinner was almost ready and while Jack changed into nicer clothes Bobby and Angel were in the living room playing hockey.
When Jack walked into the living room he found Angel and Bobby wrestling on the dirty carpet over something Bobby did with the hockey puck.
"You guys are going to get all sweaty doing that. Do you really want to smell before we all sit down to eat?"
"Cheater," Angel grunted at Bobby before running to answer the door.
"Hey Angel. Bobby, Jack," Jerry said as he and his family greeted his brothers.
"How's everything Jerry?" Bobby asked as he hugged him.
"What were you doin?" Jerry asked as he smelt Bobby's grey sweatshirt.
After ten minutes of small talk, Bobby called everyone to the dinner table. Krystal and Marcia hadn't shown up yet, but Bobby was already annoyed with Jack for inviting an extra person to dinner so he decided to start without them. While they held hands to say grace, the doorbell rang. When they finished grace, Bobby stood up and answered the door,.
"We don't take walk-ins, bye."
"Bobby please, spare me your dramatics," Krystal laughed as she pushed her way past him to hug Jack.
Before Bobby could voice a comeback, Marcia walked directly up in front of him waiting to pass. This startled him and when his eyes came into focus all he could do was stare at her perfectly clear skin, light brown eyes, and her plump rosy lips.
"Hi I'm Marcia, Krystal older sister. She's told me so much about you," she smirked slyly as she shook his hand.
At first Bobby couldn't comprehend a word Marcia was saying. He was taken in by her natural glow. Her lips were moving, but he was left speechless by her delicate motions. She wore a brown lace camisole with a white long sleeve jacket and matching pants. Bobby could tell she was a woman of higher class, someone definitely out of his league, but he viewed this as a challenge.
"Well, unfortunately Red hasn't told me anything about you. Like how exceptionally beautiful you are," Bobby whispered as he kissed her hand.
Jack playfully sighed with Krystal as they made their way to the table.
Marcia yanked her hand away from Bobby's grasp, "Oh really, well there's one thing Krystal hasn't mentioned about you."
"What's that?" he grinned.
"How incredibly immobile you are," she said rudely.
Bobby noticed he hadn't moved from the front door and Marcia was still standing in the cold porch.
He stepped aside and allowed her to pass, "My bad, come in. Let me take your jacket."
"That won't be necessary, thank you anyway. Um, what's that smell?"
Bobby could now smell his carpet smelling sweatshirt.
They both walked over to the dinning room and took a seat. Within minutes everyone was asking Marcia billions of questions which she seemed hesitant to answer.
"So your name's Marcia, very beautiful," Bobby grinned.
"Thank you."
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Twenty seven."
"Are you married? Seeing anyone?" Bobby smiled wickedly.
Marcia swallowed hard and patted her face with her napkin to hide her blushing face, "No, not presently."
"What do for a living?" Jerry asked, making his way into the conversation.
"I was a finical advisor for Lexus of Bellevue, a Lexus dealership back in Washington," she smiled while she watched Jerry's two daughters shoved small amounts of food into their mouths.
"Come on girls eat. You don't want your mother to have to go home and fix you food like always."
"Maybe they just don't like Sofi's cooking," Bobby teased.
"Do you want to start now Bobby? Huh!" Sofi tried from yelling.
"Sofi, I think the food is excellent," Marcia said ignoring Bobby.
"Well thank you Marcia," Sofi grinded her teeth together to control her anger.
"Anyway, I don't know if Krystal told you, but I just started a luxury car business about three months ago," Jerry told Marcia.
"Really? Very impressive."
"Yeah, well thanks. Were you looking for a job here in Michigan?"
Jack and Krystal looked at each other apprehensively. Krystal wasn't sure if Marcia planned on staying in town, and if she was, did she want to move in with her? After Jack left Krystal's house so they could catch up on things before dinner, Marcia hadn't disclosed a lot of information about herself. Besides knowing she use to live in Washington, Krystal only knew a couple of details about her past and present.
"Well, I haven't really thought about it yet. If all goes well I could look for a job here, and maybe settle down some day."
"Oh definailty, Detroit is a great place to live and raise a family. Look how we all turned out," Bobby chuckled.
Before Marcia could understand what was obviously a joke, the rest of the table burst out into laughter.
"You know if you do decide to stay, I can take a look at your resume. I could use a good finical advisor, especially since I don't have one," Jerry smiled.
"I'll be sure to give you a call if I do. Thank you Jeremiah."
"No problem, by the way call me Jerry. You're apart of the family now."
Marcia turned to look at Krystal. Krystal gave her a cheerful nod and proceeded to eat her food.
