A/N: Hey all. I purposedly waited so long to write another story because I have been waiting for more reviews. Out of all that time I only got 2-3. Oh well, here's another chapter. Hope it was worth the wait.
Chapter 7
"Look, I don't mean to tell ya what to do cause I know you're the boss, but why in the hell would you tell her your name and show her your face? I thought that was the reason I was there. IF she makes it she's gonna squeal like a pig, plus we never got the girl," stated a perplexed Victor Creed. Jean Luc sat across Creed calmly smoking a Cuban cigar.
"Dat's because I had to make up for your stupidity. Seems like ya got the wrong apartment address, and 'tanks to you we probably killed an innocent lady. But I know dat she knew where my boy was, she tryin' to protect him is all. Now whenever he finds her, t'anks to dat fille dat he baby sits, he'll be there in no time and get my message. Ya understand now mon ami?"
"Yeah. But what I don't understand is: why do all this to get him home? What's so important that ya gotta kill people for a family reunion? asked Creed.
"Because I can," said Jean Luc. And with that the situation was closed.
Meanwhile…
Remy could barely believe his ears, had his father really done this horrible act? Remy's attention was quickly adverted when Mama D began to spit up a copious amount of blood. Remy slightly tilted her head to the side so she wouldn't choke on her own blood and other bodily fluids.
"Jean Luc wants you."
"What…why did he do this to you?"
"Not him. A beast. He was big and strong. He threw me against the wall."
Remy tried to piece together her broken information as best he could.
"But what about Jean Luc, what did he do?"
"He said give you this." Mama D had just enough strength to give him the ring that had a strange carving marked into it. Without looking at it he already knew what was on it, it was a "D" that stood for the dynasty that his family had been apart of for many generations. Remy already knew about this ring because he still wore his on his middle finger on his right hand.
Then Mama D grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to her mouth so she could tell him something of great importance.
"I know who you are. I always have. I never said anything because you have a pure and clean soul."
"But how did you know---"
"Boy, everybody knows who you are. Son of Jean Luc, with eyes of burning crimson and ebony, the next leader of the infamous Dynasty."
Remy hadn't realized that he was so popular that he had a nursery rhyme named after him, but it was completely true.
"You're a good man, and I want you to do me a favor."
"Anything."
"Take care of that girl Remy, take good care of her. She needs someone to lean on, if you turn her away now she'll never recover."
Remy just nodded his head as the ambulance sounded in the far background.
"You gotta go baby. Leave me and take her. Your prints are everywhere and they'll never believe you didn't do this."
"Remy can't just leave you."
"Yes ya can. Look after my girl for me, ok? You two keep an eye on each other."
Mama D's hand began to lose its grip.
"Go home Remy, go home."
Mama D's eyes began to roll in the back of her head. Remy wanted to stay so badly but he knew that she was right. He had to take Ororo and get the hell out of there before they were next.
Remy kissed her on the cheek and left the room to get Ororo. Ororo met him halfway down the hall shifting from one leg to the next.
How is she doing Remy," she asked.
"No time to talk the police comin' chere. We gotta leave. Now!"
Ororo ran behind Remy and wanted to go get her stuff, but decided to stay quiet and let the leader lead. Remy went outside to the nearest car and broke into it. He told Ororo to get in and they sped off. Glad she wasn't asking questions like: where are we going, what happened, and what about Mama D, he kept his eyes on the road and tried to make a plan.
While they were sitting at the nearby light, Remy saw an ambulance ride past his car. Hopeful he figured that it was driving by and stopped by the apartment. Remy decided to break the silence.
"Good job for callin de police petit."
"I never called the police."
"Sure ya did, ya called when it happened. Right?"
"No. I ran to get you and your cell phone is always with you. Anyway it's not like I could have called if I wanted to, Mama D's room is the only room with a phone."
"So if I didn't call, and you couldn't call…who did?"
Both sat in total silence before the two caught on to what had happened. Horrified, Remy stepped on the gas and rode into the night.
"Well Mrs. Campbell you are very lucky to be alive. You have some internal bleeding, damage to some of your vital organs, and a cracked rib cage, but you'll be just fine with rest and medication.
"Thank you Dr. Kencade." Waiting for him to exit the room entirely, Mama D reached over and grabbed the phone.
"Jean, yeah its me. Thanks to that animal you call a bodyguard I have internal bleeding and a cracked rib…but I still got the job done."
"Chere, you best be lucky I was dere. He would've killed you otherwise. Is my boy on his way?"
"Yes, just like I promised. Of course he has the girl with him. But you better keep your end of the bargain, I want ALL of the 2 million like you promised."
"It's been wired to your account. When you leave the hospital you'll be one rich woman. Maybe you can take little Kenyata out of town."
"Hey! You said if I did this my kids were off limits. I almost died to keep my end of the bargain. And you promised not to hurt Ororo too."
"Oui chere, a gentleman never goes back on his promises. Now you get some rest."
"Talk to you soon Jean Luc. Talk to you soon."
