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Wolf sat back in his cot, somewhat more alert than he had been in the last couple hours. The doctor had told him of his injuries, gunshot wounds to the chest and left arm. But he said they should heal in time, but to do no strenuous action that might strain their recovery. Wolf scoffed and narrowed his eyes. "Ain't no way I'm gonna take dat. I got a job ta do. I ain't 'bout ta let no docta tell me what ta do." He muttered. He looked up as an Italian boy came and sat down beside him, looking somewhat uneasy. "Hey. I'se Grabs Higgins. I'm Angel's brudda." He said uneasily, sticking out his palm. Wolf took it and shook it, then withdrew his hand. "Where's Angel?" He asked. Grabs smiled and shrugged. "She went back ta sell some papes. She needed some cash. She asked me ta stay witcha." Grabs said. Wolf nodded and looked away.
"So, why ya doin' dis?" Grabs asked. Wolf looked at him suspiciously. "Whaddya mean? Why'm I doin' dis? 'Cause I want ta! Isn't dat good enough?" He asked, his voice rising. "Not really no. Ya jest don't git ready ta set a buildin' on fire an' den git 'most all yer boys killed. Dat ain't good enough Wolf." Grabs said firmly. Wolf threw his hands in the air and was silent before he spoke again. "Revenge." He said quietly. Grabs looked at him curiously. "What?" He asked. "Revenge. It's fer revenge." Wolf repeated. "I need ta kill Osca Delancy fer sometin' he did ta me a long time ago." He said quietly. Grabs sat back in his chair. "You wanna tell me 'bout it?" He asked. Wolf shook his head. "You wouldn't undastand." He said. Grabs shook his head. "I dunno 'bout dat. Osca ain't been an angel ta me eida." Grabs urged. Wolf took a deep breath and sighed.
"He killed me fadda." Wolf started quietly. "Killed him in cold blood. I was only a kid den. I rememba da kids from Queens comin' back an' tellin' me an' me Mama dat he was dead. Tellin' him dat dey jest shot him from behind, no reason whatsoeva." Wolf whispered, his fists clenching. Grabs sat erect. "You say Queens?" He asked. Wolf nodded. "Yeah. Me fadda was da leada of Queens. He was one of da best rula's dey eva had. People still tawk 'bout him too. He was da best." Wolf said proudly, his eyes lighting up. "What's yer Papa's name?" Wolf frowned at the whisper in which Grabs spoke and the pale look on his face. "Archer. Why? Ya look like yer gonna hurl." He said pointedly.
Grabs bent over, breathing deeply. "I think I might." Wolf waited a few moments for Grabs to speak. "I was dere. I warned yer fadda dat Osca was makin' trouble. Couple minutes lata, he got shot. I got shot too. Still got da scar." Grabs said quietly. Wolf's eyebrows narrowed. "I cain't believe dat. Lemme see da scar." He said. Grabs shrugged and pulled up his shirt, showing the slight, almost skid-like mark on the side of his chest. Wolf sat back against his pillow. "Well I'll be da-, I'm sorry Grabs. I neva trust no one. I had ta ask." He said, his voice a mask of disbelief.
After a few moments, Wolf spoke again. "Did he go quick? No one neva would tell me." He asked quietly. "Pretty quick. He tried ta warn me too. Right before he died. It was probably 'cause of him dat I didn't die." Grabs replied. "Dat was da buildin' where it happened wasn't it Wolf?" Grabs asked. Wolf nodded. "Kin ya leave me alone fer a bit Grabs? I jest wanna be alone." He said, almost in a whisper. Grabs stood up. "Sure, I kin. I undastan'." He said as he walked away. "Grabs." At the sound of Wolf's voice, Grabs turned. "Danks." Wolf said. Grabs smiled and nodded before turning and walking away again. Wolf lay his head back against the pillows and turned his face to the wall so as not to let his boys see his tears.
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Wolf sat back in his cot, somewhat more alert than he had been in the last couple hours. The doctor had told him of his injuries, gunshot wounds to the chest and left arm. But he said they should heal in time, but to do no strenuous action that might strain their recovery. Wolf scoffed and narrowed his eyes. "Ain't no way I'm gonna take dat. I got a job ta do. I ain't 'bout ta let no docta tell me what ta do." He muttered. He looked up as an Italian boy came and sat down beside him, looking somewhat uneasy. "Hey. I'se Grabs Higgins. I'm Angel's brudda." He said uneasily, sticking out his palm. Wolf took it and shook it, then withdrew his hand. "Where's Angel?" He asked. Grabs smiled and shrugged. "She went back ta sell some papes. She needed some cash. She asked me ta stay witcha." Grabs said. Wolf nodded and looked away.
"So, why ya doin' dis?" Grabs asked. Wolf looked at him suspiciously. "Whaddya mean? Why'm I doin' dis? 'Cause I want ta! Isn't dat good enough?" He asked, his voice rising. "Not really no. Ya jest don't git ready ta set a buildin' on fire an' den git 'most all yer boys killed. Dat ain't good enough Wolf." Grabs said firmly. Wolf threw his hands in the air and was silent before he spoke again. "Revenge." He said quietly. Grabs looked at him curiously. "What?" He asked. "Revenge. It's fer revenge." Wolf repeated. "I need ta kill Osca Delancy fer sometin' he did ta me a long time ago." He said quietly. Grabs sat back in his chair. "You wanna tell me 'bout it?" He asked. Wolf shook his head. "You wouldn't undastand." He said. Grabs shook his head. "I dunno 'bout dat. Osca ain't been an angel ta me eida." Grabs urged. Wolf took a deep breath and sighed.
"He killed me fadda." Wolf started quietly. "Killed him in cold blood. I was only a kid den. I rememba da kids from Queens comin' back an' tellin' me an' me Mama dat he was dead. Tellin' him dat dey jest shot him from behind, no reason whatsoeva." Wolf whispered, his fists clenching. Grabs sat erect. "You say Queens?" He asked. Wolf nodded. "Yeah. Me fadda was da leada of Queens. He was one of da best rula's dey eva had. People still tawk 'bout him too. He was da best." Wolf said proudly, his eyes lighting up. "What's yer Papa's name?" Wolf frowned at the whisper in which Grabs spoke and the pale look on his face. "Archer. Why? Ya look like yer gonna hurl." He said pointedly.
Grabs bent over, breathing deeply. "I think I might." Wolf waited a few moments for Grabs to speak. "I was dere. I warned yer fadda dat Osca was makin' trouble. Couple minutes lata, he got shot. I got shot too. Still got da scar." Grabs said quietly. Wolf's eyebrows narrowed. "I cain't believe dat. Lemme see da scar." He said. Grabs shrugged and pulled up his shirt, showing the slight, almost skid-like mark on the side of his chest. Wolf sat back against his pillow. "Well I'll be da-, I'm sorry Grabs. I neva trust no one. I had ta ask." He said, his voice a mask of disbelief.
After a few moments, Wolf spoke again. "Did he go quick? No one neva would tell me." He asked quietly. "Pretty quick. He tried ta warn me too. Right before he died. It was probably 'cause of him dat I didn't die." Grabs replied. "Dat was da buildin' where it happened wasn't it Wolf?" Grabs asked. Wolf nodded. "Kin ya leave me alone fer a bit Grabs? I jest wanna be alone." He said, almost in a whisper. Grabs stood up. "Sure, I kin. I undastan'." He said as he walked away. "Grabs." At the sound of Wolf's voice, Grabs turned. "Danks." Wolf said. Grabs smiled and nodded before turning and walking away again. Wolf lay his head back against the pillows and turned his face to the wall so as not to let his boys see his tears.
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