I DO NOT OWN FOUR BROTHERS
It's about 6:45 in the morning, we finally get to our half sisters, Jasmine, house so we drop off the twins and Hayden, "Out the cars," I say putting the car in park. Jack told about the phone call, now I am glad he decided to go now. I told that I be at the house in about a week or two, to give him at his brothers some time with each other - to grieve and catch up.
We get out the car walk into Jasmine's house, "Jazzy!" I yell waiting for to her yell back.
"Hey, cinnamon," she greets me using a name I use to go by.
I stop walking and just stare at her, "Call me that again and I will rip your tongue right out through your teeth," I coldly threaten, "Understand Sweet Cheeks?"
"Good to see you haven't changed," She smiles before hugging me. I don't about you but when someone taller than you hugs you, its the best ever, no matter who they are. That's why I love being the shortest in my family, standing at only five feet and five inches.
"Cinnamon?" Jack asks curiously while walking behind me with the heavier bags,
"Long story, and we ain't got time for stories," I say placing the bags on the floor of Jazzy's spare room, "Well, we gotta get going, I'll be back in about an hour or so," I say saying bye to everyone as me and Jack make our way out the house and to the car.
**Jack POV**
I open the door to Ma's house, expecting her to walk over and hug me, but I'm greeted by Bobby, "Hey Jackie, where's the girl?" he says handing me a beer.
"You guys will meet her in a few weeks," I say excepting the offered beer. I twist it open and take swig.
"Out in public cost more huh?" Bobby laughs.
"Fuck off, man," I say walking up the stairs to my old room. Ma didn't change a thing, except cleaning up the junk from the floor.
I drop the duffle bag of clothes on the floor by the door and place my guitar by the head of my bed. I sit down on the ground as old child hood memories flood through my head, like the time Bobby burned down Jerrys tree house. Jerry was pissed. I can't help but laugh at the memory.
After a bit I stand up, pull out a cig with my lighter and head out side on the porch. I lean against the post, place the cig between my lips as I light it. Not to long after Bobby appears in the door way, "Well, shit, Bobby, what've you been up to?"
"I'm a fucking college professor, Jack, what the hell to do you think I've bee doing?" He response sarcastically.
"I doubt it," I say blowing out the smoke.
"What about you?" He continues, "Still sucking cock left and right, or what?"
"Fucker," I mutter a bit.
not to long after that, Angel walks up, "Hey, haven't seen ya in awhile."
"Yeah, I know," Angel says walking up the stairs.
I stop him, "Hey, you get your teeth whiten?"
"Shut the hell up, Jackie-poo," He laughs before heading into the house.
-one week later-
We all are sitting at the bar, Johnny's, "I wanna make a toast to Evelyn Mercer, the greatest mother four degenerate bastards ever had. Pour me and my brothers another round, and some nice warm milk for my little sister," Bobby says to bartender.
"Man, I could drink you under the table," As soon as I said that I instantly want to take it back.
"We aren't talking about sperm, Jack, we're talking about whiskey," Bobby jokes.
A few shots later and I'm starting to feel the side affects of whiskey, "Jack drinks Jack! Jack drinks Jack!" I chant as I take another shot.
"Jackie is drunk," Angel laughs.
"Jackie licks ass crack and ballsack," Bobby replies with a laugh.
"No, Jackie doesn't lick ass crack and ballsack. Jackie likes boobs, Jackie has a fucking hot ass girl," I say back.
"Man, shut the hell up," Angel laughs.
"Man, you all will see when she comes," I smile, "Just fucking watch."
"Hey," Johnny, the owner of the bar says standing at our table, "Real sorry about what had happened to your Ma," He apologizes while cleaning a glass.
"Yeah," Jerry says taking a drink from his beer.
"Fucking gangs man," He says.
" Someone ought to stop'em," Bobby says, "Which gang?"
"Oh, shit. Here we go. I knew it," Angel says.
"Man, just leave it to the cops." Jerry says shaking his head.
"Fuck the cops," Bobby says finishing his beer, "Half the fuckers are crooked."
"the other half don't give two shits about a thrift store hold up gone wrong," I add in.
"the least we can do is go bang on a few doors," Angel says to Jerry.
"Fine, but call me when y'all get shot up," He stands up, "This is Detroit in case you forgot."
"We won't" Bobby calls after him, "SO Johnny, which gang?"
-one weeks later-
"Jack, it was a questionable killing," Bobby says.
"What makes you think that?" I ask not fully understanding where he is coming from.
"Boy, its sad, you grow up without a father. Nobody taught you anything did they? Maybe I should've stayed a little bit longer, to hold your hand, huh, sweetheart?" Bobby says pushing me a bit.
"Whatever man."
"Look, kid," Bobby continues, "Sometimes pros will cover up their shots with another crime, like burglary or something. Then go pay a witness to lie to the cops to send them the wrong suspect. Understand now?"
"Why would anyone want to kill the sweetest woman the world?"
"I don't know, Jackie, but I sure as hell will find out."
**Later that day**
**Alexis POV**
I pull into the parking lot of a gas station, for gas and a cup of coffee. Even though I know their coffee will be absolute shit. I walk in the store and head over to the instant coffee makers. Make myself a cup and just drown it with sugar. I head to register, "This and twenty dollars of gas for number five," I say handing him twenty-five dollars. The little T in the corner is on, its playing the news channel. The news is still covering Evelyn's death.
"Such a shame," The cashier says shaking his head at the news.
"Tell me about," I say, "My heart just goes to her out her sons."
"You know the Mercer boys?" I turn to see a cop asking me that.
"Eh, had a few conversations with one of them at a bar," I say which isn't really a lie.
"Their a bunch of fuck ups," He says.
"Actually, their congressmen to what they would've been if Evelyn hadn't taken them in," Another cop says walking over to us. I read their name tags, Green and Fowler.
"Those her boys?" I ask as if I don't already know as the news places individual photos of them on the screen.
"Yup," Green says.
"Which one you talk too at the bar," Fowler asks.
"That one," I say pointing to the picture of Jack, "He seemed nice, kinda cute too."
"Don't let that fool you," Green says as I take my change, "He's a Mercer, their all trouble."
I look back at the TV and it's now showing a flipped car, "What happened there?"
"Another killing," Green says.
"Yup, found one of those Mercers boys hairs there," Fowler growls.
"How do you know its one of theirs?" I ask shifting my weight from my left foot to me right.
"We are going to be heading over as soon as we pay for our coffee," Fowler says, "We will put those boys where they need to be - behind bars. Anyways, what's a pretty girl like you doing out here?" Fowler asks, clearly trying to flirt with me.
I laugh a bit, "Just visiting my boyfriend and his brothers."
"Would he kick my ass if I asked you out for a cup of coffee?" He says resting his arm on the counter, looking me up and down.
"Definitely," I say taking my coffee.
"Even if I have a gun?" He says winking, "It's a big one too."
"Oh," I give an awkward laugh, "He doesn't need a gun to fight, unlike you. Also your gun seems pretty, how do you say, vanilla."
"Ouch," He places a hand over his chest, "See you around?"
"Sooner than you think," I say walking out. I finish putting in the gas and climb in my car. I take a sip of the horrid cup of coffee, and cringe as I force myself to swallow it. I start the car and head to the Mercers household.
When I am five minutes away, according to the map on my phone, I text jack to let him know I'll be there soon. I park my car in front of the house, grab my bag form the passenger seat, and climb out.
As I make my way to porch step, I notice that there are two black men standing there with beers in their hands, "So, who's Angel and who's Jeremiah?" I ask leaning against the wooden post.
"Who are you?" The bigger one asks.
"Alexis," I say and they both look at each other.
The smaller on taps on the window behind him, "Hey Jackie, your girl's here!"
"So, who's who?" I ask again.
"That Jeremiah and I'm Angel," Angel says pointing to Jeremiah.
The door opens, "Well I'll be damned, the little shit was telling the truth."
"You must be Bobby," I smile.
"Yeah that's me," He says stepping aside, welcoming me in, He stares at me, "Hey Jackie, how old is she?"
"She's nineteen, why?" He yells from I don't know where.
"You sure, she lookin' kinda young?" He shouts back, causing me to jump, which makes him give me a weirder look.
"I'm nineteen, I swear, I'm just short for my age," I say noticing he's bleeding, "Your bleeding."
"Dog bite, waiting for La vida loca to finish whatever the fuck she's doing so she can patch me up," He yells the last part which causing me to flinch a bit. I have a noise and touch sensitivity, meaning Loud noises and being touched, only by people I don't know on a personal level, scare me.
"Parche ti mismo , imbécil," a woman with a thick Latin accent says while walking past me and Bobby. I can't help but laugh.
"What the fuck, speak English!" he yells at her, next thing you know there's a pizza box flying at his head.
"¿Por qué no aprender español en su lugar?" I say to bobby who looks at me with wide eyes, I smile.
"What did she say?" He asks.
"To patch yourself up," I say, "Where's Jack?"
"CrackerJack is in the kitchen, cooking',"Bobby says taking a seat at a table with simple medical supplies, he takes a swig of his beer, and just looks at the supplies like their a foreign language.
"Here," I say sitting next to him, I start to patch him up, " When I was t the gas station, I was talking to two cops-"
"What where their names?" Bobby interrupts me.
"Rude," I say pouring a little too much rubbing alcohol on his wounds.
"Ow, fuck," he says glaring at me but I just continue.
"As I was saying, I got them talking," I say dapping his arm, drying it from the alcohol, "Fowler said they are gonna be comin' here."
"Fowler?" Bobby asks.
"Yeah, they said that they found one your guys hair at the car murder thingy," I say noticing that everyones attention is one me, "Uh, should I be worried?"
"Keep talking," Bobby says sharply.
"Do they know that you after dating our baby brother?" Jeremiah asks.
"No, because if I would've told them that they would've stop talking," I say.
"Did they say anything else?" Jack asks standing in the door way that separates the kitchen from the dinning room.
"Just that not to trust you all, then he kept on flirting with me, telling that his gun is big," I laugh, noticing that Jack stands up a little straighter, "Fowler seems to really want to put you four in the hole."
"What about Green? He say anything?" Angel asks wrapping his arm around that Latin lady, who I figure is Sofi. From what Jacks had told me, Sofi and Bobby don't get along.
"He just told me to stay clear you all, that you trouble," I Say wrapping Bobby's arm, "Done."
Next thing you know, there's a knock at the door, "I wonder who that could be," Angel says sarcastically as he gets up to let them in.
"Get me something to cover up my arm!" Bobby says, I look around and the closest thing is a girly robe. I toss to him, he out it on and walks out the dinning room and into the family room.
"Hey guys!" Angel yells, "We got cops in the house!"
"Can we come in," I hear fowler asks as Jack pushes me behind him.
"Your already in," Angel says, I am able to see a little bit, not a whole lot of what's going on.
"You know the cops are always welcomed in the Mercer Household," Bobby laughs, "They make us feel warm, fuzzy and safe."
"Your looking sexy," Green says as Bobby walks past him.
"Thank you," Bobby says running his hand down the collar of the robe, "Little Jackie wanted this number, but I fought him for it."
"Did you happen to forget our little conversation we had at your brother's house about not interfering with our investigation?" Green says motioning to the bandage on Bobby's upper arm.
"Oh, this," Bobby pulls up the sleeve, "Turkey Cup, man. Hockey."
"Old Mercer family tradition," Angel adds in.
"Guys can be pretty rough out there on the ice," Bobby says.
"So, Bobby where's your car?" Green says, "It's outside."
"Jerry drove us home," Sofi says appearing next to Jack and I, "We left it at his place."
"Volvos are one of the safest cars out there," jack says, "Volvos are incredible man, when it's a blizzard outside."
"Hey Gretzky!" Fowler yells and walks over to Bobby, "Do you know what this is?!" He says holding up a evidence abggie.
"A hair from your wife's tit?" Bobby jokes.
"Try from your thick ass skull," Green says, "Forensic took off the pair of contract killers, we found dead this morning."
"Fishing for confession with a phony hair. That's an old one, c'mon Green," Bobby says, "You know when I'll know you got my hair off a dead body right? When I hear the jail doors close behind me."
"Tell us what they told you," Fowler says.
"So you think that these thugs were hired to kill Evelyn, is that right?" Green asks.
"I don't know what your talking about," Bobby says calmly.
"Wait, how did you go from petty thugs to contracted killer?" Angel shoots, "And if they were contract killer, like you say, they'd never tell who they be working with, even if they gotten a good ass-whooping."
"Look, Bobby, if you got something, you give it to me. And if it's something vital, we will run with this. But don't try and take on Detroit by your damn self. You keep knocking on the devil's door long enough, and sooner or later, somebody gonna answer you," Green says before leaving with Fowler not to far behind.
After they leave I sit in the recliner and watch the hockey game,"Hey Lexi, be a babe and get me a cold one," Bobby says to me.
I just look at him, "what the fuck do I look like?"
"A woman who should be gettin me a beer," he says a little louder.
"Your legs ain't broken, get off your ass and get yourself," I say turning my attention back to the game.
"Bobby met his match," Jerry says to Angel.
"Why don't you say that to my face," Bobby says in a stern tone.
"I would but I only see an ass and two eyes," I shrug and I can hear Jack in the kitchen laughing along with Jerry and Angel.
"Fuck you," Bobby says as he gets up to get himself a beer.
"Not if my life depended on it, sweetie," I say just loud enough for him to hear.
"Jackie-poo got himself a shorty with attitude," Angel laughs.
"More like a shorty with anger issues," Bobby says sitting back down on the couch with a beer In his hand, I just smile because he kinda right, I do have a short temper, a really really short temper.