Chapter 6

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Shakia's POV

We pull up to Johnny's bar and walk in. Johnny smiles at Jessica and me, knowing that we are in deep shit if the boys found out. Johnny fills six shot glass one for him.

Bobby raises his drink "Your attention, please. I wanna make a toast. To Evelyn Mercer. The greatest mother six degenerate bastards ever had." We all drank the shots and slam the glasses down. I know mom is looking down smiling at us because we are toasting to her

Bobby pushes his glasses towards Johnny "Johnny, pour my brothers, kia and jes another round…" he puts his arm around Jack "And a warm milk for my sister here."

Jack huffed angrily Bobby always had to pick on him. But I new it was all out of love "Man, I will drink you under the table." Jessica and I tried to hold are laughs in, no one could out drink Bobby.

Jessica looked and Johnny "Johnny give me a Night walker with a splash of vodka" that sounded really good and I wanted one.

I nodded my head "I have the same but instead of vodka I want a splash of rum with a lime" Jessica nodded agreeing that that was going to taste good.

We both felt eyes on us and looked to the left and saw all four boys looking at us with a mix of confusion, anger and shock. I looked at Jessica and we figured out our dam mistake.

Bobby's vein was popping out on the side of his head, that only happens when he is confused and angry at the same time "How in the hell do you to know so much about drinks?"

Jessica responded to this one knowing that I didn't know what to say "Come on Bobby that is a well known drink."

Bobby shook his head but left it alone. All of a sudden Jackson Winters comes over and wraps his arms around Jessica and my shoulder "Girls I haven't seen you at the club in a while, I hope you to didn't quit." and he walks away. He made it sound like we strippers.

Oh shit we were screwed, dam Jackson, I have to remind Jessica that we have to slap in the back of his head next time we see him.

Angel's eyes widen in angry "Hell no! What club?! And the truth"

Jessica looked down and I sighed "Jess and I work at a local night club bartending and as waitress."

Bobby jumped up glaring at us "Well not anymore"

Jessica's head popped up at that "Excuse me Bobby Mercer but we are both 21 years old and if we want to work at a club we can and will, college does not pay for itself." I nodded my head.

Angel rolled his eyes "Over my dead body." He said in an end of decision type of way, which may work on other people but not with us. Jessica rolled her eyes and did her evil smirk, because she knew what I was about to say.

I glared at him "That can be arranged, your ass is still on thin ice after all this shit you pulled." The boys laughed at Angel's expression.

Bobby sat back down and drank his shot "We are talking bout this later." Jessica and I both roll our eyes. We move to a table in the corner of the room, our usually spot.

Jessica's POV

It was an half an hour into our stay and Jack was pretty much drunk.

He was singing "Jack drinks Jack, Jack drinks Jack" as he was drinking his shot. I look at him and roll my eyes.

Jerry shakes he head and says to Bobby who is glaring at Jackie "That's your brother." He always has to get drunk and act a fool of course, ever dam time….

Bobby rolls his eyes and looks at his glass and says "Jack licks ass crack and ball sack." Shakia hits Bobby in the arm and I chuckle. Bobby always has some smartass thing to say and know he got to get Jack started.

Jack slurs "Jack doesn't lick ass crack and ball sack! Jack likes boobs. Jack's got fans. Jack's got lots of fans." Everyone is laughing at him except Angel who is glaring at him and Shakia who looks in her own world. I am holding my stomach and tears are coming out of my eyes.

Angel leans back in his chair; it would be really funny if he falls over "Will you shut up, man?" I laugh at jacks face. He looked offended, sad and drunk all together.

Johnny walks over "Hey, that's real goddamn bad stuff about your mom, freaking gangs. Worms! Someone ought to step on them." Here we go.

We all sit up at attention, I know were this is heading and I can tell that Shakia and I are going to have our work cut out keeping these boys out of trouble. Bobby sips his beer "Which gang, Johnny G?"

Jerry rolls his eyes "Oh, shit. Here we go. I knew it." Did Jerry actually expect us to not look into this, I mean she was the only women that ever cared about us, she was the only one that never gave up on us, when we tried to push her away she held on tighter, she was the only women that would fight for us, the only mother any of us ever had or wanted.

Johnny continues "I think I heard something. The neighborhood's really upset about this."

Jerry rolls his eyes and says "Same old Bobby Mama always said, 'As bright as Bobby is, he just does not like to think' Ain't no good gonna come from this. Let the police do their damn job."

Shakia huffs in angry finally coming out of her own world "Stop with the police, half the cops in this town are crooked." I nodded my head agreeing with her.

I lean forward resting my elbows on the table "You think the other half give two shits about another liquor-store holdup?" he knew I was right they didn't care.

Jerry shakes his head "I'm telling you, man, Green's on our side on this one." Was he on crack? This wasn't Green's job this was ours. She was our mother not Greens.

Angel shakes his head "Come on, man. Green? She's the only woman that ever gave a damn, man. The least we can do is go bang on a few doors and see what happens. We owe her that much." Angel is right, I won't let her killers get away with it and neither will the boys. The Mercers take care of their own, always have always will.

Bobby says "Why are you acting like such a bitch, Jerry?" I hold in a chuckle bobby is always so blunt.

Jerry argues "Okay. So, what, y'all just gonna shoot up the whole town because y'all mad?"

Shakia crosses her arms and leans back into the chair "Why not?" I smirk she is a smart ass just like Bobby.

Jerry rolls his eyes at her and gives her a disapproving look "The people who did this, they probably from the same shitty-ass streets we from. Mom would've been the first to forgive them. Y'all know that." Maybe she would have but that doesn't mean we have to.

Figures he would say that"We can't all be saints, Jerry." I lean towards the table and take a sip of Shakia's drink.

Jack repeats "Yeah, we can't all be saints, Jerry." he is still drunk as ever. I wanted to laugh but that will probably get him started on his song again.

Jerry gets up to leave and looks at the Shakia and I and then at Bobby and Angel " You guys want to shoot up the streets that's fine, but you better make sure that Jess and Kia don't get hurt. Don't call me when y'all get shot up. This is Detroit, in case y'all forgot." he grabs his coat and puts it on.

Bobby rolls his eyes and says "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Jerry leaves and he looks at Johnny "Johnny. Come tell us what's going on, man."

Johnny leans in "You wanna know what I heard?" We all look up at him.