The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other.
-Mario Puzo, 'The Family'
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Bobby comes to the conclusion that he himself is going to kill Victor Sweet, and no one will touch him until he does. It only seems fair, after everything that Victor's done to their family.
Firstly, there was the fact that he'd been forcing Jerry to pay him large sums of money. Nobody threatened a Mercer and got away with it; of course, if it weren't for everything else, that might just result in an extreme ass-whuppin'.
Second, there was the reason for him coming here. Victor had killed his mom; Evelyn Mercer, the "sweetest woman in the God-damn world", to quote Jackie. That, in itself, would a bullet in his skull.
And that brought him to the last reason to kill Victor. He'd killed Jackie. He'd killed his baby brother, the little fucking fairy. Bobby knew, at the moment that Jackie died, that he wasn't going to shoot Victor. No, he'd need to be more creative than that. Because now it wasn't just his mom Victor had killed; now, he'd involved Jack, and the loyalty of brothers.
And that was really it. Bobby would have taken the bullet himself if he could have, and he knew that the same could be said for Angel and Jerry. They were loyal as hell. And Victor was going to regret the day he decided to mess with the Mercers.
Honestly, as Bobby mulled everything over, he had to marvel at how fucking stupid Victor was. Not only did he mess with the Mercers, he killed the two that they were the most protective over; their Ma, and their baby brother.
Now he was gonna fucking get it. Bobby smirked. Angel would take care of that cop that killed Green- Detective Fowler- and Jerry would get Victor's boys on their side.
Then it was all just a matter of beating the living shit out of Victor Sweet, before deciding how best to kill him. It wouldn't be quick; not after he had Ma killed.
Not after how long Jackie had laid in the snow dying.
For fucks sake. He couldn't even think about Jackie anymore with wanting to cry. And he was Bobby fucking Mercer. He didn't cry. He mocked Jackie for crying and being a fucking fairy.
Bobby shook his head, ridding himself of the thoughts of Jackie. It wouldn't do any of them any good for him to lose it right now. He needed to save these emotions; to bottle them up inside him, so he could let them all out on Victor Sweet.
Victor would rue the day he ever decided to even set foot in Detroit.
But it wouldn't be enough to make him just regret it- no, Bobby needed to do something so drastic, so large that no one would ever cross the Mercer's again.
He knew the deal was being made out on the ice- and in that instant he knew what he would do. He'd beat Victor, sure- no way was Victor getting out of an ass whooping- but then he'd do something so fucking unbelievable that no one would dare cross him, or Jerry, or Angel.
He'd freeze Victor Sweet to death, and let his body be discovered in the spring.
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Wolfie: Just a little oneshot drabble that came in my head. Kind of a depressing, crappy story….