The Red Light
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly
A/N: Heat of Passion, I should let you know, that it is a legal term for a type of murder.
Chapter 12 (Heat of Passion)
Carmine and Greg Patillo sat in their kitchen, talking about the latest news regarding Sam. Isabel actually did not know what to think regarding her niece, she loved her little sister Pam, but she didn't want to start anything by disagreeing with Erica. Currently none of them had any major problems with Sam, except for Erica, but everyone usually expected her to be stuck up as she usually was. If it wasn't perfect, she judged it, and there was no doubt, she judged Sam majorly.
Isabel was on the phone in the next room, listening to Erica ranting on. Greg felt bad for his cousin and wished she wouldn't be involved in the life she was. As for Carmine, he was extremely protective and honestly wanted to hunt down every guy that had sex with Sam. The only problem with that was he didn't know where any of them lived. Greg was visiting his parents, trying to calm them down and get them prepared for the big family gathering going on in the weekend. Erica was trying to convince her sisters to not allow Sam to go, but Janet and Umika, being the rational ones, said Sam deserves a chance. Nancy and Isabel really had no opinion of it, they knew Sam may be involved in seedy activities, but they weren't so sure they wanted to write her off.
"Yes Erica, I know you lost a lot of respect for her…" Isabel rolled her eyes as she walked past the kitchen doorway with her cell phone. She stopped and eyed her husband and son, giving them an apologetic look. They were going to play Monopoly before her sister called, so she really didn't want to deal with the annoyance. Isabel sighed and turned away from them, walking towards the couch. "Look Erica, I'm not going to tell Pam she has to forbid Sam to come to the family get together. If you don't want to show up, don't show up…We'd love for you to come, but if all you're going to do is complain, then you're just going to bring everyone down."
Carmine smiled weakly at his son as Isabel let out a frustrated shout, they knew an argument was about to break between the two sisters. Neither of them wanted to be there when she started shouting. Isabel knew this and started to head towards the back door in order to keep them from having to listen. She paused only when Erica said something so shocking that it made her blood run cold. "You can't be serious? Mr. Jackson? Our neighbor?" Carmine looked up from the table and raised his eyebrow.
"What was that, sweetheart?" Isabel placed her hand to her chest and looked back at her husband, lowering her phone to her shoulder.
"Erica said the video that Jacob stumbled onto was of Sam and our neighbor!" Carmine felt his blood heat up as he tilted his head in disbelief. Mr. Jackson was a thirty eight year old man, just four years older than Greg, he had no reason to be screwing around with Sam. Greg shook his head and stared at his father curiously, praying that wasn't the truth. Both were thinking one thing, they needed to research this and find out if it was the truth. Carmine was about to protest the thought, but Isabel quickly rushed out onto the back porch. He groaned and pressed his hands to the table, chuckling nervously.
"Now that I don't believe. Not Mr. Jackson…" They couldn't agree with it for the fact that they were close to their neighbor. Every year, he was the one in their quiet suburban neighborhood who had a barbecue party on the fourth of July. He was a prominent member of the church and a very calm, mild mannered man. "You don't think it's true, do you Greg?"
"I don't know, he doesn't seem like the type." Greg simply shrugged as he opened his black laptop resting on the table next to him. He was going to research it and hope that they were wrong, due to the fact that he knew of his father's ties in the mafia. He had actually been a part of the mafia back in the late seventies, early eighties, but had since retired from it. That didn't mean the dangerous blood did not flow through the man's veins. "Let's check…" He swallowed hard as he closed his eyes and sighed. "If it's true, what are we going to do?"
"It can't be true." Greg slowly nodded his head and carefully typed in the name that Jacob mentioned before. His hands shook nervously, he didn't want to even look at this crap, much less the shit that Sam was a part of. His stomach churned as several results popped up for Sam. As he and Carmine skimmed over the titles of the videos, one caught their attention over the rest. Carmine pointed and read it, his voice rising in temperament. "Samantha Golden plays with Uncle's Neighbor. What the hell is that? Click it!"
"Okay…" Their faces hardened and sweat dripped down the back of their necks as Greg pressed the mouse button. Instantly, they saw Sam sitting cross-legged on a bed, smiling at the camera and talking to whoever was behind the camera.
"You're a bad girl, Samantha, sleeping with your uncle's neighbor…"
"Well you put me up to it, Douglas. That, and I can't help it if the man is a horny bastard who never gets any from his wife."
"And you're eighteen, correct?"
"Yes. I am legal."
Carmine and Greg slowly looked at each other as Sam beamed happily. They felt their stomachs churn as their anxiety and confusion started to build up. This couldn't be, this just wasn't right! Carmine pressed his lips together as he turned back to the video, his eyes bored onto the screen. Bile ran up their throats as they watched none other than Mr. Jackson step into the screen. His expression appeared uncertain at first, but when he saw Sam beginning to remove her shirt, he appeared to enjoy it. Carmine swallowed hard and sat back in the chair, folding his hands over in his lap. He stared at his neighbor with eyes of venom. Greg, too, felt the rage boiling and beginning to surface as his hand clenched the mouse. Then it happened, Mr. Jackson was fondling Sam.
Carmine roared angrily and slammed his hand into the table, how dare that man touch his niece! "That's it! He's fucking dead! The fucker just messed with the wrong person!" Malice shot past Greg's eyes as he slammed his laptop shut and hurried to the kitchen drawer, not thinking logically. All rational thought for these two men were gone, in a fit of rage and confusion, they could only think of one thing. Revenge.
Carmine's face tightened as he ripped his gun from a high cabinet and tore out of the front door with his son close in tow. Isabel was still on the back porch and did not hear or see her husband and son exit. The thought crossed her mind, however, that she should not have told them what Erica said about their neighbor.
Greg was the first to arrive at the man's house and he swiftly pounded his fist on the wooden door. "Jackson! We know you're in there! Open the door!" Carmine picked up a lead pipe that was near the driveway, it was evident that the man was working on something. He roared angrily and started to smash the windows of the man's car.
"Move it, son!" Greg stepped to the side as Carmine slammed the pipe into the door, smashing a small hole in the center. He reached in and unlocked the door, opening it. "Come on Jackson! You want to fuck my niece, we're going to fuck you up!"
The men entered the house, oblivious to the conscience thought telling them to turn around and leave. Their neighbor was in the kitchen, eating a hamburger. His eyes widened when he saw the two tearing through his house, slashing and destroying anything they could see. He quickly stood from his chair and took a frightful step back. "C-Carmine, Greg, what are you doing?"
"What about what you were doing? My niece?" The man paled and started to run, but Carmine grabbed his head and slammed it down into the table.
"Traci, call 911! Please!" His scream for his wife echoed through the house, but his next scream was bloodcurdling as Greg dug the serrated kitchen knife into his back. "Please! I didn't know!Honestly!" Greg roared and pulled the man up with his hair and tossed him against the kitchen counter, bruising the back of his head. He heard a scream come from another room, but both men ignored it. They were running on the fuel that was their anger. Carmine narrowed his eyes and pointed his .38 caliber pistol towards the man.
"You are a fucking bastard, and to think I ate at your parties every year."
"No please!" Mr. Jackson turned his head to the side and closed his eyes tightly. Tears dripped from his eyes as fear spread to every corner of his soul. "I beg you! Don't kill me! I didn't even know the girl was your niece, they roped me in! I swear of it!"
"Not Sam, not our precious Sam. She would never rope anyone in! Say your prayers…" Carmine cocked his gun back as the man started to push himself backwards. He could barely move with the pain of the stab wound in his back, but he wanted to continue fighting for his life if possible. He knew he was scum and what he'd done with Sam was a mistake, something he regretted. His wife forgave him when he told her about his one-time fling with the porn star.
He choked out a sob when he felt a sudden pain hit him in the side, Greg had stabbed him again. "It was just one time! I swear!" He lifted his hands up as Carmine's furious glare darkened.
"And it'll never happen again, we'll make sure of it."
On the back porch, Isabel was still talking to Erica and trying to ignore the woman's inane ranting. She looked into the window of her house and saw the front door wide open, which was something of a surprise. She lifted her eyebrow up and glanced to the sky as sirens broke out in the distance. "Well that's odd."
"What is it, sis?"
"We don't usually hear sirens around this area…I wonder what happened." Isabel walked into the house and lifted her free hand to her mouth. "Carmine? Greg? Are you guys here? They left the front door open…"
"Maybe they just went on the front yard, but enough about all that…"
"No, something's not right. They never just leave the front door open like that." She stepped into the kitchen and saw Greg's laptop sitting crooked on the table. Humming lightly, she opened it up and paled when she saw what had been left on the browser. One of Sam's videos, specifically the one Erica told her about. Her voice lowered to a whisper as she quickly turned her eyes to the front door. "No…"
"What is it? What's going on?"
"No! Carmine! Greg!" Thinking fast, she ran out the front door. Panic shot through her as her heart began racing. She knew how deep the anger of the two men ran when it came to their family. She had not even made it out of the front yard before a loud explosion jarred her and caused her to freeze in her tracks. Her eyes widened as the gunshot rang in her ears repeatedly. Slowly she fell to her knees, staring blankly at the dreary house in front of her as police cars quickly came to an abrupt halt in front of the house.
"Isabel? What was that? Isa?"
"T-They saw the video, they…they killed him Erica. They killed him!"
"What are you talking about? Who killed who?"
"Carmine and Greg, they killed that man. They killed Mr. Jackson!" Erica gasped softly and Isabel watched as the police jumped out of their cars and pointed their guns toward the house. Tears dripped from her eyes as she watched her husband and Greg walking out of the house, their hands behind their head. They looked to Isabel and immediately turned their gazes away, their expressions were shameful, as they had just realized what they did. The police quickly cuffed them and started shoving them into the cars. Traci came out, her face drenched with tears and clothes soaked with her husband's blood, she had been trying to resuscitate him, but failed.
Mr. Jackson was dead, the cause of death was a gunshot wound to the forehead.
Things really are getting bad. As I've probably said before, it gets worse before it gets better, that seems to be a prominent thing.
