Lagniappe
Chapter 36. Luck O' Da Irish
Jasper Hale
WARNING: Violence, explicate language, gore, guns, bad mouthing and slight abuse. Nothing towards Bella or Caleb I swear!
Some new stuff is about to come up you guys! I have fast forwarded a few months forward. You haven't missed much at all.
All who enjoy Jasper's dark side as well as his sweet, will love this chapter. Let's get this going.
Here we go!
Being home was always a good thing. I hated being away from Caleb or Bella ever since the attack a couple of months ago, but being at home right now was a bit difficult for me. We-me and several other crime families who had been marked by the Irish-were so close to finding the fuckers who came after us but instead of finding them, I was changing my seven month old son's diaper in his nursery.
It had been hard finding the new Capo of The Spider's, but not impossible. Never impossible. There would always be a rat in someone's mix just itching to sell you out for some much needed dough. It wasn't hard to find a few of them that led me to where Declan, the fucker who had put the mark on my wife and kid's back, was but I had to admit; the guy was slick. He knew I was on his ass and he never stayed in one place for very long.
Last time I heard the fucker had been chilling out here in Manhattan, thinking I would never come after him if it were on my own turf. Wrong. I would definitely come after him. It wasn't going to be pretty either.
I chuckled darkly at the horrible ways I could slowly and painfully kill the ignorant fuck, but was taken out of my thoughts by Caleb, kicking and thrashing around like the little ball of energy he is. I didn't know how Bella kept up with him all week!
Bella had been extremely tired lately and had been getting sick thanks to her allergies and the pollen that came along with spring time, so I tried to take care of Caleb as much as I could when home. The kid was easy to make happy. As long as he was in a pair of arms, had a bottle-which he could now hold up on his own-to drink, was in a clean diaper and was wrapped in his favorite quilt Nana had made him when he was born, he was good.
Caleb had gotten so big over the past few months, gaining almost six pounds, making him a totally of fifteen pounds. He had grown a couple half inches as well, but his demeanor was still the same. He was a happy baby, only crying for a specific reason and becoming insanely grumpy when woken up. One of the several traits he had inherited from me.
Bubba was kicking his legs as he sucked on his little hand and my hands worked to tape on his new diaper with the little tabs. He wasn't helping with his giggling fits and constant squirming. I couldn't help but laugh with him.
"You think ya pretty slick, huh, troublemaker?" I chuckled down at my son after finally getting his diaper on. "Making me do all the work here!"
Caleb giggled out a happy squeal and reached his chubby little arms out towards me. I happily obliged his request to take him into my arms and pulled him up to rest in my forearms.
"Jasper!" I heard Bella rasp from our room. Her voice was getting better, but still sounded slightly sore. She said it was from all the vomiting.
"Yeah, babe?" I called back, kissing Caleb's blonde curls that matched the color but not the texture of mine.
"Can you come here please? I-I have something I need to talk to you about!" she sounded nervous.
Was she sick again? The vomiting had been way worse than it had been when she was pregnant with Caleb, so we just thought it must be either her allergies or a flu thing again.
We had even bought a couple of pregnancy tests for her but they all came back negative. She had even gotten her period. She had said it had been light, but she still got it.
"I'll be right there!" I called back, placing Caleb in his crib gently.
He let out a cry of protest, wanting to be with me, but I couldn't take him with me. If what Bella had was contagious and she gave it to Caleb, it would be hell in our household.
"I'm just gunna go check on Momma, Buddy," I kissed my son from over the crib. "I'll be right back."
Caleb continued to cry lightly as I left but stopped as soon as I made it to my bedroom. Bella's body was hunched on the bed, her body looking a bit skinnier than it had been a few months ago. The vomiting had done that to her.
"Hey," I called gently, trying not to frighten her.
Bella looked up, her eyes wide with shock and face pale as she held something in her lap.
"Hey," she choked back before looking down at the object in her hand.
It looked like her phone.
"Bella, what's wrong?" I asked worriedly, rushing over to her.
I knelt beside her, taking the phone form her hands and placing it on the bed before I gatherer her into my arms. Bella remained silent.
"Bella, please," I pleaded gently. "Tell me what's wrong."
Her eyes moved back and forth, as if trying to calculate something in her head. Her face was paler than ever, making her look almost sicker than ever. What was wrong? She was terrifying me.
"I don't understand…" I heard her whisper to herself. "It couldn't be…you haven't killed them…Caleb is still so little…we weren't even…"
I didn't understand what she was going on about. Her sentences didn't make any sense and weren't coinciding with each other. I placed my hands on either sides of her face, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were still wide with shock as she bored her eyes into mine.
"Jasper…" she whispered shakily.
"Yes, baby? What is it?" I asked as gently as I could.
She swallowed loudly, pushing back whatever was causing her to keep from talking.
"The doctor called." she said shaking once again.
My heart sunk. What was going on? Was she really sick? Was she…dying.
"W-what did he say?" I stuttered out nervously.
Bella took another deep breath, obviously trying not to cry. Her face was twisted into several different emotions that I had never seen on her before. Was she scared? Happy? What the hell was going on?
"He said," she whispered lowly. "He said I'm pregnant."
My hands dropped form her face, my jaw hitting the floor.
"W-what?" I sputtered out in shock.
Now I could understand why she was so damn speechless.
Bella's eyes focused back on me, examining my expression with worried eyes. She wasn't upset about this, I could see the joy in her eyes. She was scared that I wouldn't want this.
"He said I'm about two months…that's why I've been getting some pretty bad symptoms." she smiled, letting her hand drop to her stomach like she used to do with Caleb.
"W-what about you getting your period?" I asked, still a bit stunned.
Bella shrugged, a little smile coming up on her lips.
"He said it's normal to have some light spotting during pregnancies. Dr. Flores also said that sometimes the hormones just aren't strong enough really early on to get caught on a home pregnancy test…" she said staring at me again with those wide, beautiful eyes.
She was happy. She wanted this. She wasn't sick. Well, she was but for a reason. She wasn't deathly ill or anything.
I sat back on my heels, trying to digest everything she had just said. I froze, thinking about all the things we had gone through….what Caleb had gone through. This only meant I would have to kill Declan faster than I had initially planned. I would have to kill him soon. Very soon.
My find worked on figuring out a strategy, forgetting all about the new baby. Bella probably saw my pensive look and instantly started to panic.
"Jasper I want this baby," she croaked out. "I know it's a bad time with the Irish and them still being on our backs and Caleb is still so young and us wanting to wait at least another year….but I want this baby more than I have ever wanted anything."
I looked up at her, my eyes horrified that she would think that I wouldn't want this baby.
I wanted the baby just as much as she did. I loved Bella and whatever she wanted was exactly what I wanted. We had talked about waiting until Caleb was a little bit older. Old enough to at least understand what would be japanning, but it really didn't matter to me. Having kids was…beyond perfect.
It was as if you had someone that you could give everything you ever had to. You loved them unconditionally because they were apart of you. A little piece of me and Bella forever implanted into another tiny, being.
"If you don't want this baby…" Bella started to cry. "I'll leave…but I won't leave Caleb behind." she said firmly through her sobs.
That shook me away real quickly.
"Bella!" I gasped, shaking my head.
I flung myself at her, wrapping my arms around her tiny frame gently. She instantly relaxed and stopped crying. I seemed to have that effect on her and Caleb. Most people actually. I could calm them down quite easily.
"Jasper, please!" Bella shoved lightly against me as I hovered over her on the bed. She turned her face away from me, silently sobbing into the comforter.
What had I done.
"Bella, no!" I whispered into her neck. "I want this baby too," I slid my hand under her shirt as I spoke, caressing her still flat stomach.
With Caleb she hadn't gained enough weight. No matter how much she ate, she could never really reach the thirty to forty pounds she was supposed to gain with him. In fact, she could barley hit twenty five. The doctors had said it was because Caleb was practically taking every bit of food she had eaten into him, leaving her with little nutrients to keep her nourished and gaining.
"Y-you do?" Bella whimpered out happily.
I chuckled and leaned down to kiss her pouty, pink lips.
"Bella, of all the people in the world, who is the biggest advocate of having kids?" I pointed to myself with a stupid grin on my face.
Another baby. I couldn't wait.
Bella beamed up at me and bit her lower lip before kissing my lips again. I gently got off of her to pull her up to stand flush against me. I wrapped my arms loosely around her torso and laughed when she started to bounce in my arms.
"We're having a baby girl!" Bella squealed, hugging my neck.
I chuckled and quirked an eyebrow at her.
"How do you know this one is a girl?" I asked touching her stomach again.
She gave me a look. The "Are you really that stupid?" look. I rolled my eyes and shook my head down at her.
"Caleb was a lucky guess." I said flatly.
Bella gaped at me and smacked my arms playfully.
"No it was not! I totally knew!" she insisted. "Just like I know with this little one!"
I laughed and beamed down at my wife lovingly. How could she be more perfect? The most perfect woman on this planet.
"So what's her nickname?" I played along.
Bella looked up at me with confused eyes.
"What'chu mean?" she asked through narrowed eyes.
"Caleb was Jellybean before he was Bubba or Caleb," I explained, gently kissing her head. "What's this little girl's nickname going to be?"
Bella looked up at me pensively, her brow furrowing into a wrinkled line. A light went off after a few minutes.
"Sweet pea!" she exclaimed proudly.
That made me smile. I liked it.
"Sweet pea?" I nodded. "I love it."
Bella squealed gently and hugged me closely. I just accepted the hug warmly.
"I can't believe this," Bella sighed into my chest. "I'm barely twenty one and I already have a wonderful husband, a beautiful son, a gorgeous house and now a baby on the way. I can't believe how lucky we are."
I nodded, agreeing whole heartedly.
"We are incredibly blessed. So what does this mean for school?" I asked, referring to Bella's college courses.
She had wanted to at least start school once Caleb started kindergarten but now, I feared, this would be a set back on her education.
Bella groaned, leaning her forehead on my chest.
"Maybe since they'll be pretty close in age it won't be a huge set back. Maybe just one year or so?" she flinched, biting her lip as she looked up at me.
I sighed heavily, slightly frustrated that I was still the cause for her education setbacks but accepted her solution. She was right. Caleb and Sweet Pea wouldn't be that distant in age. A little under a year and a half, at most. They wouldn't start school together, but they'd definitely be close enough to be a grade under or over each other so Bella would only be delayed a year or so. She had already finished a year and a half done on the computer courses NYU offered anyways, so she only needed a year and a half to go.
I opened my mouth to say something when I heard my phone go off from it's spot on the charger. I detangled myself from Bella and darted for it, knowing no one called me unless it was an emergency.
And lately there was only one major emergency that was risk bothering me over. I didn't need to handle any petty shit like one of my dealers shooting a customer or whatever. I didn't need to deal with that shit and didn't want to.
I eagerly ripped the phone off it's charger and clicked the talk button.
"Talk to me." I said firmly.
"Spider's off it's web," Caius's familiar voice said flatly.
He had been staking Declan's place for almost three weeks now, ever since the prick bought an apartment in downtown Manhattan. Stupid asshole. He thought I wouldn't be able to sniff him out with all the people in Manhattan. Too bad he didn't realize most people that reside in Manhattan don't exactly purchase 5.7 million dollar pent house suites.
"Stay close to him and remain lam. He isn't used to being tracked. He's too new to this shit." I said rushing into my closet to get changed out of my sweatpants and into my work clothes.
"Whatever you say, Boss."
"Does he have any muscles on him?" I asked, sliding into my suit jacket.
"Two Gorillas. Nothing I can't clip." Caius said attentively.
"You go heavy?" I asked slipping on my shoes.
"Eh," Cauis chuckled. "Facia bruta don't look so tough."
"I didn't ask you if he looked tough," I snapped back at him, walking back into my bedroom to kiss Bella good bye. "I asked you if you went to get this jamook packing?"
"I got enough to swat the Gorilla's but not enough to take out The Spider." Caius said nervously.
I groaned, palming my face irritated as I made my way out of my house and over to my Aston. If Marcus were still around, he would have had everything down perfect. That's just how my boy rolled. His swag was the shit and he never messed up. He knew how to handle my shit and his. Caius was just muscle.
"If you ain't got enough then just take him to Carlisle's place," I pulled out of the garage and out the gate quickly. "I'll take care of him there."
"Which place, Boss? Eclipse is open today."
I hissed under my breath, cursing about that. I'd have to take him to New Moon and I fucking hated that place for one stupid reason; Kate worked there on off days.
She was head bartender, not really needing to work because her husband made a pretty good cut off of me, but apparently she wanted to be an independent broad or whatever. Bella wouldn't like this, especially since I hadn't really told her the whole truth about Kate just yet.
It really didn't matter to me about what had happened between Kate and I, it was such a long time ago and I was young and totally fucking stupid to even consider marrying her, so I had never thought it would matter to Bella. The first time Bella had freaked out about Kate, back at NYU, I knew different.
Fuck!
"Take him to New Moon." I ground out gruffly.
"Basement?" Caius asked dumbly.
"No, you stupid fuck! Why don't you just chain him to the front door so everyone can see!" I barked, already feeling my temper start to ebb.
That wasn't good. I needed to keep cool or else I wouldn't be able to go back home tonight. I didn't want to lash out on Bella or anything. My father had done that when I was younger; stayed out after he did a hit. He really didn't need to do hits when he was Boss because…he was Boss, but he knew he would get more respect that way. I did the same and stayed away form my household when I was on a rampage.
I hated bringing work shit home.
Caius cleared his throat shakily, "Sorry Boss. I'll get him to C's joint in no time."
I hung up the phone on him, easily sifting through traffic until I hit a road block, giving me time to fume. Fucking Caius needed to shape the fuck up or he'd be Broken in a fucking heartbeat. Back to selling kilos on the corner for his ass.
As I sat in my car, honking and screaming at every fucking car that hung in front of me, I finally decided to call Bella. Maybe calm down a bit.
I dialed the memorized number quickly before listening to it ring twice.
"Hello?" Bella's soothing voice answered.
I melted instantly.
"Hey, baby. I'm sorry I ran off so quickly," I leaned back in my seat, waiting for traffic to move.
"It's alright," Bella said sincerely. She wasn't pissed because she knew all too well how often I had to run out. "Alice came over to see Caleb anyways. Hey, before you come home can you stop by the grocery store and pick me up my prescription of prenatal vitamins? The doctor already sent in the prescription."
I couldn't help but smile at the thought of having another baby on the way.
"Sure, baby," I sighed calmly. "Is there anything else we need?"
I heard a shuffling of things somewhere in the house. Bella must've been in the kitchen making dinner or something.
"Caleb is running low on baby wipes, diapers and shampoo but make sure the shampoo is the one that doesn't sting his eyes," she said casually. It was adorable how she could make my life seem so normal even when I was about to go kill the fucker that hurt her. "Are you going to get paint on you?"
Pride swelled my heart as I heard her speaking code. She had really been mobbed up since we first met.
"Probably," I admitted gently. "This contract is supposed to be long, drawn out and painful."
"Alright, then I need trash bags and matches. We're almost out," she offered. "Oh! I need peanut butter too."
I chuckled, starting to move with the traffic. I was almost at New Moon when I got a text form Caius saying he was already at the joint with Declan in tow.
"Since when do we have peanut butter in the house?" I laughed lightly.
"Since I want fucking peanut butter!" Bella snapped back.
I think I heard Alice laughing in the background.
Oh the joys of pregnancy hormones.
"Sheesh!" I said slightly phased by her instant mood change. "This kid's already killing me!"
Bella let out a sharp breath, ready to jump through the phone and kill me.
"Are you going to go and get me my damn peanut butter or do I need to send Alec to get it for me?" Bella barked angrily.
"Alec's home already?" I asked amused.
Alec had gone out on a date with some little chick from his school tonight and it must have not gone so well since he had only left a couple of hours ago. Poor kid.
"Yeah," Bella sighed, calming down a bit. "He said his date threw up in the middle of the movie they went to go watch. I'm washing his pants as we speak."
I let out a loud belly laugh as I turned onto the street New Moon was on.
"What a disaster!" I bellowed happily.
Bella just scoffed. I could practically hear her rolling her eyes at me.
"Alec said it's some stomach virus that has been going around the school or something." Bella said passively.
"Fuck!" I cursed lowly. "Make sure he scrubs himself down in the shower and then disinfect him. Spray him down with Lysol or something. I don't want him getting you or Caleb sick."
"He's taking a shower and popping some vitamins right now, Jasper," Bella laughed. "And I think spraying a child down with a possibly toxic chemical would be considered child abuse in some way, shape or form." she giggled gently.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes as I pulled up to the parking lot of New Moon. "Bella, love, I gotta go. I'll get all the stuff you need before I come home."
"Alright, I love you."
"I love you too," I said getting out of the car before hanging up.
I pulled my Ray Ban's out of my pocket easily and slid them on my face just incase any press were around. Once I made it to the entrance of the club, Frank, the bouncer let me in. I didn't really know why the fuck he was here in the first place. New Moon was always closed on Sundays.
It was probably just a safety precaution for the girls like Kate that cleaned up the joint on off days and checked inventory.
I prayed to God that I could get through the empty, rather large, club without seeing Kate or any of her horrendous bitch-like friends that hung around here. All coked up go-go dancers anyways. No such luck, though.
"Jasper!" a familiar, sickly sweet voice called from behind the bar as I passed.
I groaned internally but turned on my heels to smile at Kate politely. I took off my sunglasses on account of the being completely dark in here, and stuffed them in my pocket.
Kate stood behind the bar wearing an old, worn tee shirt with some insanely short shorts and flip flops on. She was dressed like a fucking teenager when she should be dressed like she really was; a closer-to-thirty-than-twenty wife and mother.
She beamed up at me brightly, flashing me those chemically whitened teeth of hers. Her bleached blonde hair look pretty fried and stringy while her fake tits that I paid for stuck out of her tee shirt so far I thought they'd fall out.
"Hi Kate." I greeted her deadpan.
"Oh my god!" she squealed coming around the bar to hug me. "It's been so long since I've seen you!"
I instantly tensed at her touch, feeling absolutely disgusted.
"Yep," I said curtly. "Last time I saw you was at my wedding."
I shoved her off as gently as I could, not wanting to disrespect any woman, no matter how sleazy.
Kate looked up at me as if I had slapped her with my actions and words. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking over me with narrowed eyes.
"I heard your…wife…had a baby." Kate said the word 'wife' as if it were a curse word.
"Yeah." I said flatly, not really wanting to give her any information.
Kate's gaze turned glacial.
"Is it yours?" she asked pursing her lips.
I couldn't help it as my temper flared.
"Excuse me?" I hissed, my hands clasping into tight fists.
"Well," Kate continued into her prissy ass voice. "I don't exactly think your wife is very faithful to you. I just assumed." she shrugged casually.
If she were a man, I'd be beating the shit out of her right now.
I ground my teeth together, trying not to kill her as I spoke.
"I don't think you should be talking, Kate," I chuckled darkly, stepping close so close to her that our faces were almost inches away from touching. "My wife is a hundred times the woman you will ever be. She's stuck by me through thick and fucking thin while you just spread your legs for the first guy to come along." I snapped in a murderous tone.
Kate stared up at me with wide eyes, swallowed shakily.
"I don't know why the fuck I ever wasted any time on you. I bet the only reason you stuck to James is because he knocked you up. Too bad you're probably screwing ever asshole out there behind his back." I laughed in her face.
She glared up at me, eyes blazing as she bobbed her head like an idiot and moved to wag her skinny fucking finger in my face.
"You're just pissed because James married me and you didn't have the fucking balls to!" she hissed back venomously. "I was your first, Jazzy! I don't think you can ever forget that…or deny the love you'll always carry for me." she ran a hand up my chest slowly.
I roughly pulled her hand away and lowered my face so that I was eye level with her.
"Let's get this straight, Kate," I fumed at her. "You weren't my first. I let you think you were because it made you happy. Truth was, my first was a much better fuck than you ever were."
I straightened out as best I could, pulling myself together as best I could.
I wasn't lying when I had said Kate wasn't my first. Fuck that. Alice had been my first. I had gotten with Kate first, relationship wise, but we had broken up like we had many times and I had gotten with Alice.
After Alice and I broke it off I went through a particularly bad rebound phase and found myself crawling back into Kate's open arms. I had really forced myself into thinking I loved her back then but when I found her in bed with my now ex-best friend I broke it off.
I broke off everything. Our relationship. Our engagement. James's nose and several ribs.
I broke a lot that night.
The only reason I had told Kate she was my first was to make her happy when I was with her. The only reason I had told Bella Kate was my first was because at the time, Bella didn't even know who I really was and if I had told her about Alice, she would've asked questions just like she had about Kate.
I would've had to lie more, for Alice's sake, and I'd much rather tell Bella one lie, making explaining the truth much easier, then a slew of them.
"I know you still want me, Jasper," Kate said switching back to her bimbo innocence. "I can give you what your dumb wife can't." she said, touching me again.
I was livid by now.
I gripped her wrist as tightly as I could, feeling her bone pop beneath my grip. Kate yelped out in pain as I glared down at her.
"If my wife's name ever enters your mouth again, I will fucking cut out your tongue myself. If you ever touch me again, I will chop off every fucking finger you have," I growled lowly as Kate began to shake in fear. "You made an oath to stick by your fucking husband. I could kill you for breaking it. You know I will if you fuck up again."
"I-I'll tell James!" Kate fought back pathetically.
I flung my head back, letting out a loud, dark laugh of mocking and threw her probably fracture wrist back at her.
"What's he gunna do, huh?" I spat back at her. "I could break him real easy. Having selling grams on the curb. Let's see how many fur coats will be in your closet then, Katherine." I growled out her real name.
She held her strange looking wrist to her chest, tears rolling down her cheek.
"I am your superior. So is my wife," I said mockingly. "Learn your place, pucchiacha."
I turned on my heels and walked towards the iron door that lead down to the basement without looking back. Kate remained silent as I left her to cower into herself.
After I made my way through the heavy door and down the hall, I made my way through the hidden door that remained behind the boxes of inventory down here. It wasn't really a hidden door. Just an old meat freezer, but its where we usually did held up our contracts.
I shoved through the door of the freezer easily until I finally made it in, seeing a bloodied Declan tied against one of the heavy, solid stone chairs I had gotten made a couple years back. Strong fuckers could easily snap flimsy wood chairs or run off with them if you didn't tie them down right, so stone was always good.
Declan looked pretty banged up, but not even close to dead. His nose looked broken, bleeding down the duck tape that covered his mouth. His hands were tied behind him with a zip tie, as well as his feet. He was thrashing and grunting loudly, trying to escape his bondage.
I simply chuckled and gave him the best shit eating grin I could.
"Aye, Boss!" Caius called from the corner of the freezer room.
Caius, James and a new guy I had brought up named Ben sat around a small, blue, fold out table playing poker for pennies and cigarettes. They were all too fucking cheep to play for anything else.
"Aye." I nodded politely and started taking off my jacket.
I flung the thing over to James, who caught it instinctively. He placed it on the table and motioned for the other two guys to follow him as he came to my side.
"Did you see Kate?" James asked flatly, staring down at his cards.
"Yeah," I popped my neck. "I think I broke her wrist. Don't expect her home tonight. She might be at the hospital."
James didn't even look phased at my words. He didn't give a fuck. He knew I wouldn't have done anything unless she had done something to push my buttons. I didn't condone my physical violence towards her and would probably wind up apologizing, but no one disrespected my fucking wife or child.
I sighed heavily and went back to what I was doing.
I rolled the sleeves of my shirt up, knowing Bella didn't exactly enjoy blood soaked clothes. She really despised it, especially when pregnant. Maybe I could try not to get the fucker's shit on me.
I pulled up one of the cheap fold out chairs the guys hand been using and spun it around so I was straddling the thing right in front of Declan, Capo of the Irish mob. I pulled out the nine I had been carrying in my waist band and spun it around my finger, glaring at the dumb fuck in front of me.
I motioned for James to take the tape off Declan's mouth, which he did without mercy. Declan screamed out in pain after the tape was removed and spat out blood that had probably accumulated in his mouth onto the floor.
"Hello, Declan," I said as brightly as I could muster considering my day. "What a lovely surprise to see you."
Declan looked up at me through narrowed eyes.
"Go fuck yourself." Declan muttered out through his thick, Irish accent.
I chuckled and clicked the safety off my nine. I knew I'd be using it soon.
"What a lovely greeting," I mocked gently. "Aren't the Irish supposed to be big on hospitality?"
"And aren't Italians big on fuckin' mistresses and eatin' pasta all damn day." Declan snapped back.
I scratched my chin, trying to ignore his snaky comment. I never had, nor ever will, have a goomah. I loved my dam wife too fucking much to do that to her. Fuck! It was tradition, for men in the mob, and a well respected thing but I didn't give a fuck. My wife was fucking sex on legs. I didn't need some junky broad's fake tits bouncing in my face when I had a perfect, real pair to grope whenever I wanted.
"I didn't come all the way down here on my fucking day off to come here and play a game of "Who's Bigger and Badder"," I growled viciously. "Tell me what I want to know and I'll make your death easy and painless."
That was a fucking lie but it would probably coax him into talking.
Declan smiled, blood staining his perfect teeth before spitting right in my face. I wiped the shit off before lifting my Smith and popping one right in his knee cap. Declan let out a shrill cry of horror, screaming and thrashing in agony as my boys came to hold him down.
I got up form my chair to stand in front of the ass wipe bellow. I gently nudged the knee I had just capped, making it spew even more blood than it already was and made Declan wail out louder than my own son.
"Why did you put a mark on my wife and kid's back?" I reached down to squeeze the prick's knee.
He screamed again, this time answering my question.
"You killed my fuckin' father!" he screeched.
I pulled back my bloodied hand, making Declan sigh in slight relief.
"Your father put a mark on my girl's back too," I shrugged. Declan's eyes widened. "Bet'cha father didn't tell you that, huh?"
Declan was Capo. A new Capo, but still Capo none the less. He knew the punishment for disrespecting someone's wife that was above him; death.
I had the absolute right by our laws to kill that fucker.
"I d-didn't know," Declan stuttered out in horror.
I grinned down at him darkly.
"Then don't jump to assumptions asshole," I growled. "You know what's coming to you because of what you did and you can't fight it. Just tell me what or who you have planned for my wife and when so I can call it off before I have to kill every single fucking person you have ever loved right in front of you. I'll show you what it feels like to see them tortured like I've seen my wife and son tortured."
Declan's eyes widened in fear, probably thinking about his five year old daughter and wife that resided back in Ireland. I had done enough research on this mother fucker to write a book on his entire life story. It would've been a great book too.
"I-I just…" he swallowed hard. "I sent one today. I knew you were having me followed so I thought that while you were distracted my people could-"
"WHAT!" I screamed in horror.
Declan flinched but didn't speak again.
I picked up my phone form out of my pocket and instantly dialed my wife's number. She didn't pick up. Fuck!
I remembered she said something about Alice coming over, so I dialed hers. She answered on the third ring.
"You better get the fuck over here as fast as you fucking can." Alice said sharply before I could even breathe.
"The Spider's sent a Black Widow," I referred to an assassin. "I just heard. Are Bella and Caleb alright?"
"Bella shot one in the knee, the other in the head before I could even figure out what the fuck was going on. I tied one of the fuckers up so Bella could get some shit out of him." Alice said in a proud tone.
"What?" I hissed in horror. "Don't let her near them, Alice! They'll hurt her!"
"Oh shut the fuck up! You know Bella could beat the shit out of you any day if she wanted to," she paused. "I'm honestly surprised she hasn't yet."
I chuckled at that one and palmed my face.
"I am too," I groaned loudly. "I'll be there in half an hour. Make sure that fucker doesn't make it out of his ties!" I scolded harshly.
"She blew his knee cap, E. I don't think he's moving anytime soon." Alice chuckled.
I thanked Alice before hanging up and turning back towards Declan's worn body. He was fighting the pain in his knee cap, barely making it seem like he was alright so I blew out his second knee. He screamed and blah, blah, blah.
"Set him on fire," I ordered James before spinning on my heels to leave.
"WHAT!" Declan screamed. "You said if I talked I-"
"I lied." I cut him off, shrugging casually. "Thank you for this talk Declan. I'll see you in Hell."
As I climbed the stairs back up to the club, I could hear Declan's screams of horror and pain. I could also smell the familiar scent of burning flesh.
I looked down at my shirt and smiled. I hadn't got one drop of that Irish fucker's blood on me.
Must be the Luck of the Irish.
ANOTHER BABY AND SOME SERIOUS KILLING!
Whoop whoop! My sister just recently found out she was pregnant and calls her baby "Snow Pea". I thought it was stupid and told her that "Sweet Pea" would sound better but she said she liked snow pea. Whatever!
Sweet Pea is on the way which means Caleb will be almost a year and a half by the time baby sister comes around!
Well…will it be a sister?
Is Bella always right and what will she do to that assasiin she captured?
Come on people! Tell me what you want! Haha!
Till tomarrow!
Lots of love!
-fighter
slang terms used:
Lam: lay low
Pucchiacha: Dirty cunt.
Muscle: body guards
Goomah: mafia lord's mistress
Broken/ To Break: bring down in ranks
Gorillas: Big guys/ scary looking guys.
Heavy/ To come heavy: Bring guns
Contract: Kill order
Get Paint on You: To get blood on you
Jamook: Idiot
Facia bruta: Ugly face
To Clip: To kill / "take care of"