Before we got the chance to leave Jeremiah's house to go back to Evelyn's, all five of us were stopped by Fowler and his partner Lieutenant Green. Fowler smirked at us as Green cocked an eyebrow at Bobby, tapping him on the chest with his finger. "You staying strait, Bobby?"

"Strait-ish," Bobby looked at Green and smirked. "Thanks for coming, Green. Ma would've been happy you made it to the service."

Green snorted and shook his head. "Shit, your mom would've been happy you made it back for her funeral!"

Bobby's face went solemn and he looked between Fowler and Green, crossing his arms. "I didn't come back for no funeral."

I cocked an eyebrow at Bobby from his right, looking between the three other brothers to see them unfazed by the statement. Green shot Bobby a stern look. "You better not think of getting involved with that type of crime shit again. I swear, Bobby, I won't be there to bail your ass out this time."

"Don't worry about it," Bobby shrugged at Green. "Detroit's finest got the streets lookin' clean. I'm just here to pick up the crumbs you boys missed."

"Bobby, I would advise you not to get involved." Green crossed his arms and glared hard at Bobby. He uncrossed his arms and placed his hands in his pockets in return, looking hard back at Green. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Maybe we'll just see what fucking happens."

Green opened his mouth to retort when Fowler cut him off, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let him go, Green. We just won't be there when he gets his ass thrown in jail again to rot with the rest of the fuckups."

Bobby kept his gaze hard as he watched Green nod at Fowler, turning to follow his partner back to their car. He looked back at Bobby and shook his head, turning back around to walk the rest of the way to the street.

"Someone want to tell me what the fuck that was about?" I cocked an eyebrow at the four men around me and they all kept their gazes on the two cops. Bobby finally turned his head after a moment and smiled at me, patting me on the head. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Just some boys talking about boy stuff."

I swatted his hand away and glared at him, earning a chuckle in return. "Don't give me that shit, Bobby."

Bobby shrugged and began walking towards the street, shouting behind him at me. "Just give me a ride over to my mother's, you nosey broad. Then maybe I'll tell ya what's going on."

"Fucking jerkoff…" I seethed at Bobby as Angel laughed, pushing my shoulder. "I see your relationship with him hasn't changed much."

I looked at Angel and rolled my eyes, letting out a slight groan and walking towards my truck. "Unfortunately…"

Bobby stood by the passenger's side door of my truck and held his arms around his body, mock-shivering and glaring at me as I dug my keys from my pocket. "Hurry the fuck up! I'm gonna freeze my dick off!"

I stopped in front of him and halted the search for my keys in my pocket, scrunching my face up in confusion and snorting. "What dick? I could have sworn you were a woman, Bobby."

Bobby glared at me and pushed my shoulder roughly. "You wanna go there, huh?"

"Already been there and back. Got the t-shirt and everything." I rolled my eyes at Bobby and stuck my tongue out at him, moving around the front of the truck to the driver's side. Bobby cocked an eyebrow at me as he pulled repeatedly on the handle as I attempted to unlock the doors, forcing the lock to reset every time he pulled on the handle. "Is it open yet? What the fuck?"

I pressed the button again the same time Bobby pulled on the handle, forcing the lock to reset again and an irritated noise to leave my throat. I looked through the window at him and glared. "I swear to fuck, Bobby, if you don't take your hand off the handle I will saw the fucking thing off!"

"That a threat, Jackson? Don't go threatenin' me!" Bobby eyed me from the other side through the window and I huffed, waiting for him to pull on the handle before pressing the button afterwards, hearing him laugh in satisfaction when the door opened. "Fuckin' finally."

"Get the fuck in before I run your ass over and then back up over you again." I barked at Bobby as I got into the truck, slamming the door behind me as Bobby took his seat with a chuckle. I set the keys in the ignition and started the car, watching as Bobby began pressing every button he could find and testing my patience. "Where do you get this nice of a car? Huh, you kill a man? Last time I saw you, you were struggling to stay afloat."

"Bobby, just shut up, will you?" I scrunched my face in annoyance at Bobby as I looked behind me to pull out of the parking spot on the side of the road. Bobby glared at me before going back to inspecting the dashboard, leaving me to follow behind the car Jeremiah was driving.

"So, shit, Bobby, what've you been up to?" Jack leaned against the car he was driving and smirked at Bobby as he walked up to him with me following close behind. Bobby cocked an eyebrow at Jack as he walked past him towards the steps to Evelyn's house. "I'm a freakin' college professor, Jack, what do you think I've been doing."

I snorted at Bobby's answer and he turned around to subtly glare at me, Jack jogging up the steps behind Bobby and I. "I doubt that."

Bobby turned around suddenly and I smashed into his chest, backing up a bit to see him looking at Jack behind me. "What about you? You still sucking a little cock left and right, or what?"

I punched Bobby square in the chest for his comment and he looked at me, smirking before turning around to open the door to the front porch. Jack walked up the stairs behind me as I entered the porch, mumbling under his breath towards Bobby. "Fucker."

"Oh, and you better not have fucked up the interior of my car, fairy." Bobby turned to look hard at Jack once we entered the interior of the front porch, my face scrunching. I closed my eyes for a moment as I placed a hand to my forehead. "Hold on one damn minute…you had a car, yet you wanted me to give you a ride?"

Bobby looked at me and shrugged, reaching out to place a hand on my shoulder. "I just wanted to spend time with my La Vida Loca-"

"Don't call me that…ever." I roughly shoved Bobby's hand from my shoulder and he smirked, Jack laughing quietly next to me. The door to the house opened and Angel peeked his head out, glaring at all of us. "Mind keeping your voices down a bit? I swear the neighbors two streets over heard you assholes."

"Hey, did you get your teeth whitened?" Jack looked over at Angel and I groaned, Bobby laughing loudly from next to him. Angel glared at Jack and slammed the door, walking back into the house. "Man, shut up, Jackie-poo!"

"Dude, you gotta lay off of stuff like that. It's rude." I glared at Jack and he just smiled, opening the door and walking into the house after Angel. Bobby looked over at me as I caught the door, entering the house behind Jack. "That's just how we are, Ros. We aren't the sensitive type of people," Bobby grabbed the back of my jacket and pulled me backwards, forcing me to look up at him. "Are you the sensitive type now? Haven't seen you in four years so how the fuck would I know?"

I knocked Bobby's hand away from my jacket and looked at him. "You're still the hands-on type, I know that much is still true," I straightened out my jacket as Bobby smirked. "But, no. I am still not the sensitive type when it comes to what people call me."

Bobby smirked wider at me and then removed his jacket, placing it on a coat hanger behind us as I did the same. He looked around the foyer of the house as it remained silent between all four of the brothers, my own silence overtaking me as I looked at the various objects placed on the mantle in the living room.

I placed my hands on my arms as I looked around, Angel and Jeremiah beginning their trek to their bedrooms upstairs. Bobby watched them and then looked at Jack, looking at me last. "Guess we should get some sleep, huh?"

Jack and I nodded at him as he walked up the steps, both of us following behind him. Jack strode off into his own room and stood in the middle, reaching down to pick up a guitar that was placed against the bed. He plopped down in the bed and looked down at it, placing his fingers along the strings. Bobby and I stood in the doorframe and watched him as he began strumming chords on the guitar, his gaze fixated on the wall in front of him.

I felt a nudge on my shoulder and I turned to see Bobby walking down the hall to the next bedroom, calling over his shoulder. "Come on. You can have my old room."

I followed him into the bedroom and then laughed, memories flooding back to me from when we were younger. "Remember when we fought over who got to sleep on the bed? Then Evelyn settled it when she forced you to sleep on the floor," I looked at the bed in the middle of the room as Bobby stopped moving around the room, placing a hand on the blankets. "Sometimes I felt bad for you, so I let you sleep at the bottom of the bed like the dog you are."

I looked up and smirked at Bobby, meeting his gaze as he glared at me. "It's only because you was a girl that ma made me sleep on the floor. Would have been rude otherwise, and we all know I would never want to be rude."

"Oh, please! You not rude?" I laughed loudly as I looked around the room again, Bobby chuckling and then moving around the bed to leave the room.

"I'll take ma's room." Bobby bumped my hip as he passed, leaving the room and walking down the hallway towards Evelyn's room. I watched him leave and then turned to look around the room once again. The walls were still covered with hockey merchandise and a few sticks were still lazily stacked in the corner. I smiled as I sat on the bed, beginning to remove my boots. I looked down to see my legs still covered with my jeans and I frowned, realizing I hadn't brought anything to sleep in. I sighed and stood up, walking down the hall towards Evelyn's room where I knew Bobby would be.

"Hey, Bobby…do you have-" I stopped when I realized Bobby wasn't visible in the room and I scrunched my eyebrows, hearing the faucet turn off in the bathroom. I looked towards the back of the room where it was located and saw Bobby walk out, frantically wiping at his face with his arms. I watched him until he looked up, jumping a bit in surprise when he realized I was standing in the room. "Ros…what's up? Need something?"

I cocked my head to the side and leaned against the doorframe, studying his face and noticing the slight tint of red that surrounded his eyes. "Bobby…are you crying?"

He looked up at me and laughed mockingly, wiping his face once again. "I don't fucking cry, Ros. What are you on?"

I shot him an unconvinced look and walked towards him, attempting to meet his gaze as he stared at the wall beside him. I frowned a bit as I placed a hand on his shoulder, his voice surprising me when he suddenly spoke. "She's actually gone, Ros. She's fucking gone and there's nothing I can do about it."

I stumbled back slightly when Bobby wrapped his arms tightly around my back in a hug, his face smashing into the crook of my neck as he let out a loud sob. I stayed paralyzed for a moment, realizing I had never seen Bobby show any other emotion besides anger, before wrapping my arms around his neck, my right hand patting his shoulder gently. "It's okay, Bobby-"

"No!" Bobby pulled back suddenly and wiped at his face, his other arm staying put around my back. "I'm going to kill the bastards that murdered her. I'm going to fucking kill them, Rosalind!"

I stared at Bobby for a few minutes before backing out of his grip, crossing my arms. "How do you expect to do that? Do you know who would even want to kill Evelyn-"

"Sweet." I almost missed the name through Bobby's struggle to form words through his crying, but I heard him say the infamous name of the man I was tired of somehow being associated with. I sighed heavily and looked up at the ceiling, mumbling to myself. "Of course…"

"Everything all right in here?" Jeremiah leaned against the doorframe to Evelyn's room and looked between the two of us, concern crossing his features when he looked at Bobby. I looked back at Jeremiah and then back to Bobby, seeing he was completely vacant of any signs of crying and was now staring hard at the floor in front of him. He brought his gaze up to Jeremiah after a few moments and placed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Jeremiah, go get Jack and Angel."

Jeremiah didn't say anything when I looked back at him and silently vacated the doorframe to retrieve Angel and Jack, leaving Bobby and I alone in the room once again. The silence remained in the air as I just stared at Bobby, fixated on his hard stare directed towards nothing in particular. Jeremiah returned with the other Mercer brothers and all three took their spots around me, waiting for Bobby to speak again.

"I'm going to ask you guys to do something, but I'm not forcing you to get involved if you don't want to…" Bobby trailed off as he looked hard at all of us, crossing his arms. "I'm going to find out who murdered ma and then I'm going to kill them myself. I can't guarantee this will go off without a hitch and I can't guarantee anyone's lives, but if you are up for it, I would appreciate any help I can get."

I stared at Bobby, taking in everything he had just said. A familiar ping of anger and pain shot through my chest when I realized this exact speech was given four years ago when Bobby decided to go after Jeremiah's contracted killer. The question was, did I really want to go through all of that again?

"Man, I've got a wife and kids. I got a family, man…I can't go around killing people." Jeremiah shook his head at Bobby as he looked at him, Bobby looking up to meet his gaze. "I understand that, man."

"Then you understand that I can't be running around with the Michigan Mauler. I can't be thrown in jail and leave my family behind, man." I looked over at Jeremiah and recognized the nickname he had used for Bobby, the name itself bringing back tons of memories. Bobby had received that nickname for his knack for gruesome violence and various murders around the area. Even the police force had used the nickname for him, hence their reasoning for coming straight to Bobby when a murder case was opened.

"Alright…Jeremiah's out," Bobby subtly nodded at Jeremiah and then looked towards Angel. "You in or out, big man?"

Angel thought for a few moments and then looked at Bobby. "I don't know, man. Sofi has been on my ass about-"

"Don't give me that shit! You telling me you a whipped bitch now? Listening to everything that woman tells you to do?" Bobby shot Angel a hard look, earning a glare from the other brother. Angel looked at him for a few moments before sighing, nodding his head slowly. "Okay. I'm in…"

"You know I'll do anything to help you, Bobby." Jack voiced his decision next, earning a stern nod and a smile from Bobby. "Alright, the Fairy's in. What about you Rosalind? I know you're the best when it comes to tracking down and taking out killers."

I bit my lip as I saw Bobby look over at me and smirk, my stomach in knots over the possibility of once again going to back to committing murders. "Bobby…"

"I need you, Ros. You're my right-hand woman." Bobby took a step forward and placed both hands over my arms, forcing me to look up at him. I swallowed hard and then sighed, nodding my head. "I'll help you as much as I can, Bobby."