Ambush
There are some things you just don't mess with and a mom is one of those no matter what the species. You fuck with the cubs you piss off the tigress and your bony ass better run.
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"Mom, can we get ice cream? I want chocolate-no! strawberry!" Sebastían jumped up and down smiling.
"I don't think you need more sugar-." I began. The idea was to spend the whole day together just having fun.
"Please! Pleeease!" he hung on to my arm walking on his toes as he leaned in. I kinda smiled and he let go, knowing I'd get him the damn ice cream. It was a nice day to be out and it was even better for shopping. As usual it was just him and me. It was the way I liked it and Bastían never seemed to mind us hanging out without anyone in the way. This was my quality alone time with him.
'I shouldn't get it just on principle.' I thought. He was going to have more sugar later anyway once we went to the pier and then to the movie. 'Damn, I need to hurry.'
It was Saturday so the others were most likely at the hotel researching some demon or other and if not then I didn't know what the hell they were doing but I could guess.
Gunn and Fred would be staring into each others eyes like some lovesick fools, the Groo and his love would be com-shuking and poor Angel would either be sitting and brooding or standing and brooding but he'd definitely be brooding.
Thinking about him I felt kinda sad. I could tell he was trying to hide it from us, how he felt. It wouldn't take much for him to loose it in a fight which is why I tended to be more careful in our training sessions.
"I still can't believe he insists on that." I grumbled shaking my head. Sebastían got his ice cream and I gave him the money to pay. He was getting good at that and I wondered why he couldn't improve on his reading.
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"Wow! That was so cool!" Sebastían exclaimed as we walked out of the theater. He had enjoyed the movie and was talking about it as if hadn't been there. Which was good because I hadn't really seen any of it. I was too busy thinking, remembering and trying to explain it to myself.
"Mom!" Sebastían whined. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.
"Que paso?" I glanced down absently then my phone rang. I pulled it out of my purse as we walked and flipped it open. I groaned seeing the number.
"Hi." I listened for a moment.
"You're not listening!" Sebastían complained but I was looking around at the parking lot. I had this sudden sense of déjà vu and frowned.
"Hush, baby…" I put a hand on his shoulder pushing him a little behind me ignoring his complaints. "Here," I handed him the phone.
"Talk to your Dad "
There was a truck parked up a head and a couple of big SUV's across from it blocking the view to my car.
'Perfect for an ambush.' I thought walking past it.
"Dad? We saw a movie and it was cool! They guy with the-!""
Bitch!" a man jumped out from behind us and I pulled Sebastían away. The man swung at me and I ducked kicking him in the chest. The man flew back and landed on the asphalt face down unmoving. I pushed Sebastían between the SUV's and turned to the other three men coming at us. One had a glowing nightstick.
"Not good, not good at all." I mumbled throwing my purse at Sebastían's feet. "Stay back!" I ordered him with a quick glance over my shoulder. As long as he stayed behind me and between the SUV's he'd be ok.
"Now, what's with y'all? You didn't like the movie?" I asked. They didn't say anything as the men rushed me. I ducked under an arm and barely avoided the nightstick. The third swung his fist at my face and I grabbed his wrist. I twisted it hearing the snap of bones as I pulled him around and threw him against the other two. It was kinda like bowling only instead of pins I was using pin-heads.
I looked around behind me for Sebastían but he was gone. He had to be hiding at least I hoped so. I rushed forward between the SUV's looking for him, suddenly the front door swung open behind me and knocked me down. I turned onto my back quickly and felt a sharp pain in my side. For a moment I couldn't breathe though I tried dragging in a breath as I kicked up. I could see four men trying to get at me but they didn't all fit between the SUV's.
I flipped to my feet feeling the ache in my ribs but other wise breathing normally again. It never ceased to amaze me how fast the runes worked, especially in healing the small aches. I grabbed the first one by his shirt and yanked him down. The shirt ripped and his nose broke against my knee. I shoved him aside and reached for the next one getting rid of three more before I felt the burning jolt of electricity on my spine.
I know I fell though I don't remember much after that or before his scream.I turned searching for him through the parking lot. I could see people coming and the bodies on the ground.
"Shit!" I wanted to run but I couldn't leave Sebastían and I didn't know where he was hiding though I heard his crying.
"Sebastían! Where are you? Sebastían!" I followed his voice to the dumpster. The crying increased and I looked in. He wailed louder seeing me.
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The doctor was explaining Sebastían's injuries to me. I nodded at all the right moments but I couldn't help seeing in my head his smudged face all scratched up from being thrown in the dumpster. I blamed myself for his broken arm; if I had been paying more attention to him instead of the fight he wouldn't have been hurt.
I didn't know why we had been attacked but they weren't some regular guys, no, these were trained men, soldiers.
"The police men still need to speak to you Ms. Vartan. I've already answered their questions in regards to your son's injuries. Make sure you fill his prescription, he'll be in pain for the next couple of days but he'll be fine." The doctor handed me a piece of paper and patted my shoulder as he went to attend someone else.
I left Sebastían with the nurse, reluctantly and headed towards the pharmacy in the hospital. I had to go down two floors but at least I didn't have to drive out. I waited in line for about ten minutes before I dropped it off. The pick up line was longer and that would be at least a couple of hours.
As I headed up stairs again I wondered why me? Who were they and who sent them? The elevator doors opened to all the noise. I didn't get far before the boys in black stopped me for questioning.
"Ms. Vartan?"
"Yes." The first one was tall and younger than his partner. He looked kinda pale, his blond hair was just a little wavy and his blue eyes were framed by dark lashes. He was very handsome and so not my type, even though he was tall. Both wore the black uniforms and shiny black shoes that squeaked when they walked.
"We'd like to ask you a few questions." The older chubby officer pulled out a little notebook.
"We've already spoken to the doctor." The blond Apollo said. I looked at his name tag and arched an eyebrow.
'Rivera. Who would've thunk it.'
"I don't know who they were or why we were attacked." I said. Both officers looked at each other.
"That's what you were going to ask." I shook my head. "Don't bother asking if there's anyone who has a grudge with me because there's too many to count and I wouldn't be able to say anyway."
"And why is that?" the older chubby officer asked. I glanced at his name tag as well. 'Santiago' it read.
"I work for a private investigation office. Our cases are sometimes a little out of the norm."
"What's the name for the company? Phone number as well."
I sighed, giving him the information. As if reading my thoughts, Rivera said; "I'd leave the police work to us." I turned to him with a slight frown.
"We'd appreciate if you'd come down and identify the man we're holding. The detectives will be questioning him about the attack but we'll need a statement from you."
I nodded thinking how much I wanted to talk to the man myself.
"We'll be in touch ma'am." Both officers walked past me. I looked over my shoulder as I headed towards Sebastían's room.
"Jaden!" My head snapped 'round at that. The only time he ever used my middle name was when he was pissed and this was not a good time for him to piss me off.
'Damn! I forgot he was on the phone.'
"Shit! My phone!" I patted my pockets and looked in my jacket sighing heavily as Dante stalked towards me. I could see the anger in his face just as I felt it flowing from his body.
"What the hell is going on! And why aren't you picking up my calls?" he thundered stopping a hand span in front of me. I hated when he did that because then I had to look up, just like now, and see him glaring.
"First off," I began. "I don't have my cell. Ba-."
"Where's my son?" he turned to the nurses station and jabbed his hand in their direction. "They wouldn't give me any information because I'm not an 'immediate' family member."
I tried to tell him the nurse was just doing her job but he wouldn't hear me out.
"Since when is a Father not immediate family, Jaden? This is why I keep telling you to change his name. We wouldn't be having this problem and he wouldn't be in the hospital if you would let him live with me. What the hell were you doing in a dark parking lot in the middle of the night with my son?" he ranted.
"Oh, so now he's your son? Now you want him to have your name. You didn't say that when I was pregnant! You didn't want him! And he's not living with you because you care more about partying than you do him!" I was yelling at him and I didn't care who heard me. Who did he think he was to tell me my son would be better off with him? Or to start claiming him now? He hadn't been there before.
"You know it's not even like that! I told you-."
"Bull shit! You don't even help me with him financially but you want to claim rights?" I pointed away still shouting. "Go make another child to leave fatherless until you feel like being a Dad!"
"Excuse me, excuse me."
"You can't take care of him! Look where you live! It's not fit-." Dante shouted.
"Excuse me!"
"WHAT!" We both turned, shouting at the doctor. I gasped realizing what I had done. I felt hot all over, my skin tingled, and it sort of felt the same as when I'd been hit with the taser.
"This is a hospital!" the doctor cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "You can't be yelling. Now," he ushered us towards the elevators. "You can go argue your problems outsid-."
"I want to see my son." Dante pulled out of the doctors grasp and turned to the nurse station again. "The nurse wouldn't let me in or give me any information-."
"I'm sure she's following hospital policy, sir. Calm down and we'll straighten this out." the doctor waved the nurse over as we walked towards the counter.
"Doctor Nash. I'm sorry but this gentle man doesn't come up in the child's records. I was waiting for his Mother to verify that he is-."
"You don't need to verify anything! I'm his Father!" Dante yelled. The poor nurse flinched away from him. I could understand her reaction; he's a tall guy and still looked well built even with the slight paunch.
The nurse narrowed her eyes slightly and asked; "Is this man the Father. Ms. Vartan?"
I didn't even hesitate. "No." I answered. I was definitely not giving him anymore rights. He didn't deserve them or my boy.
Dante slowly turned to me. Wave after wave of rage flowed off him but it didn't bother me.
"No, he's not."
"You'll have to leave the hospital, sir." The nurse waved two big orderlies over and I smiled inwardly. I could tell she was enjoying this and so was I.
"Jaden! You better re-think this." He glanced at the orderlies as they flanked him. "I'm his Father!"
"He doesn't even know you!" I retorted turning away from him. He'd be pissed for a while but he'd get over it eventually. He had no legal rights, just those I gave him. He spent time with Sebastían because I let him not because I had to. Sebastían was mine and nothing was going to change that.
"JADEN!"
What could he do?
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The limo pulled up slowly following him to his car. Dante turned but couldn't see inside even the drivers window was dark. He stopped and waited for the limo to go by. It rolled past him slowing to a stop, the back window slid down with a gentle whirring noise.
A woman smiled up at him from inside. "Hello." She said.
"Hello." Dante frowned, he didn't know her, didn't know what she wanted but he was wary. In his line of work you tended to be very careful if you wanted to live past thirty or freely.
"You want something," she said still smiling. "and I can help you get it."
"What's that?" he asked.
"Your son."
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