A/N-*whacks away at the computer* thanks I needed that. *looks at the smashed computer in shock* uh oh. . . I think I needed that too hehe. YOU GUYS ROCK MY SOCKS AND MY SATIN BOXERS!!! I love love love getting your reviews! They make so warm and fuzzy inside! Nice guys do always seem to finish last, don't they. But don't worry, he'll get over it! I'm glad you guys support my idea for a sequel. However, I don't know when that will come up after I'm finished with this story, because like I said I have another story I'm gonna start after this ones done(and it has a CC! I know you all love CC's!). Oh well, I'll just have to see how things play themselves out. Now, I have another chapter for you!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE KING AND THE EMPEROR

Spot supervised the set up for the party. It wasn't an easy thing, setting up for a dock party. The docks had to be perfect and people had to be reached, meaning he had to send little convoys throughout the city. But if anyone could get it done in a short amount of time, his boys could do it, no doubt about it. Spot sat there, with his river view and all, cane across his chest like a king. He was a king. And his kingdom was beautiful, in a way. Below him, the boys hustled to and fro, moving crates, setting up a makeshift stage, clearing off a dancing floor, and other things necessary to make it just right. Spot watched curiously as a lone figure stalked across the bridge, making its way down to the docks. It wasn't long before Spot identified the figure as Reffy, alone and furious.

"Alright Spot" Reffy said, approaching him. "You'se can have her. It wasn't my place ta intafeah."

"What ah you'se talkin about?" Spot asked, feeling a little confused.

"Aurora" he let out with a sigh. "She's moah trouble den she's woith."

"Ahh" Spot grinned. "Don worry, she'll get what's comin ta her" Reffy raised his eyebrows with a doubtful look and then headed off to assist Plunk with some boxes. Spot laughed lightly to himself. Things couldn't be better if he had planned them himself. Of course Reffy and Aurora wouldn't have lasted long. Even though Reffy could be very tough when it came to the law, when it came to girls he got weak. Aurora was too much for him.

"Well well well" a voice cut in, interrupting his thoughts. Spot's attention shifted to the boy, who was no more than two years older than him, standing below Spot's perch. The boy had shaggy dark brown hair, menacing blue eyes, and on his left hand was a black glove. His clothes consisted of a pair of black trousers and a blue button down shirt, which was mostly unbuttoned revealing a well sculpted chest that most guys would die to have and most girls would kill to touch. "If it isn't the Spot Conlon" he said in a cocky tone. Standing at his side was a beautiful blonde, who looked twenty, at the most. Her hair fell ever so softly to her shoulders and her green eyes were welcoming, as was her attire. Her black skirt fell barely to mid-thigh and her green shirt did little to conceal her bodacious bust.

"Fist" said Spot flatly, hopping down from his seat. He spit into his hand and offered it to Fist, who shook with his ungloved hand.

"Baby" he said, turning to the blonde. "Go do somethin useful" she gave him a pitiful look that he just ignored, looking at her without much of a care in the world as to how she felt about his order. "Now" he said forcefully. She nodded and slinked off, in a very suggestive manner, attracting much attention from the newsies working on the docks, and loving it.

"To what do I owe da honah?" Spot asked as he and Fist walked down the dock. Fist easily towered over the Brooklyn leader, at 6'1". He looked down at Spot, a smile crossing over his lips.

"Bandit" he replied. "Or as you'se know her, Aurora."

"Ah yes" Spot smirked. "Aurora."

"What's goin on wit her?" he demanded. "Last I hoid, from one of my boys, da mention of yoah name made her very angry."

"Well I didn't know dat" Spot said, in honest surprise. "But I can tell you'se what's been goin on wit her dese past few days" and Spot went on to describe everything from the snatch of the cane, to the bet, to the encounter with Spring, to the relationship with Reffy.

"Who's dis Reffy?" Fist demanded protectively, after absorbing the whole story, without as much as an expression on his face.

"EY! REFFY!" Spot called loudly. Moments later, Reffy appeared, slightly out of breath.

"You'se Reffy?" Fist asked critically. Reffy looked up at him, almost in fear and nodded his head slowly. "What did you'se do ta Bandit?" his voice was fierce and threatening.

"I. . . I didn't do nothin ta her" Reffy stammered nervously. "She betrayed my trust and was too much foah me ta handle."

"Dat's Bandit foah ya" Fist said with a small laugh. "You'se can go" he said to Reffy, who quickly scampered off. "So. . . I shoah would love ta see Bandit get beat. One of my boys said she was enraged. . ." Fist chuckled. "What I wouldn't give ta see dat. Anythin I could do ta help wit yoah plan?"

"Well. . ." Spot admitted. "I was kinda hopin dat da whole thing wit Reffy would keep her outta da way foah now while we'ah settin up but it doesn't seem like dat's gonna happen anymoah. Can you'se keep her outta da way til tanight?"

"What's in it foah me?" Fist demanded.

"A chance ta see her get beat. . ." Spot pointed out. "And a good show too. Plus, I'd love ta have you'se, yoah boys, and da rest of yoah gang attendin tanight."

"We'll be theah" Fist nodded. "And, it's a deal" he spit into his and the two leaders shook. "SUGAH!!" Fist hollered loudly. Soon, the blonde came into view, still attracting much attention from the boys as she walked, swinging her hips from side to side in a very suggestive manner.

"What baby?" she asked, stopping in front of him, hands on her ever so present hips.

"I need ya ta find Bandit. . ." Fist began.

"And wheah might she be?" she shot back.

"Check da usual spots. I need ya ta find Bandit and keep her busy til tanight" he ordered again. "Den, bring her back heah."

"I haven't seen Bandit in a long time" Sugar replied with a smile and a raise of her eyebrows, her green eyes sparkling. "I'm shoah we'll have tons of fun" she then kissed Fist passionately on the lips before flouncing off to find Bandit.

"So. . ." Fist prompted, looking around the busy dock. "What exactly do you'se have planned foah tanight?"

"Dat" Spot, replied, with his signature smirk. "Is foah me ta know and you'se ta find out."

"Ya bettah be good ta Bandit" Fist warned fiercely.

"Don worry" Spot said, still grinning. "I will."