Brooklyn's Heart
"Prologue"
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The dark streets of Manhattan were silent, the air cold and still. The misty boulevards called for warmth, telling all to be inside with raging fires and cozy beds. Nobody deserved to be out alone in the freezing avenues with the light drizzle.
No one did.
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"Stop!" yelled the officer. "Come back thief!"
But she didn't, she just ran even faster, pulling her bundle closer. Dashing through the meanders of the city puddles began splashing in her face, the dirt smearing across her cheeks. Her long tresses flew swift behind her, flowing side to side with each rapid stride.
"Street rat stop!"
Her honey eyes glanced hastily behind at the fast coming bulls, their color ablaze with determination and defiance. Her ragged breaths became shorter and harsh, weakness well on its way of doing her in. Her slim body, worn out from the two mile sprint, gathered the back up energy it stored, and gave her the start to run harder .only to dash straight into a young man.
Their bodies collided and fell hard back to the ground in a heap. She sat up dazed, as did he, but once hearing the closing in shouts of the bulls; they glanced quickly at each other and scurried up in haste. The young man took a glance behind her then grabbed her hand and pulled her into a back alley. He didn't let go, only dragged her after him deep into the back streets.
She wasn't sure when they would stop; the cries of the officers were slowly diminishing. Surely we have lost them, correct?
All of a sudden, the man dashed down, yanking her after him, hiding themselves in a crook of a wall. She was pulled into his lap, his arms wrapped around her making him and her small as possible. She tried to whisper, "Why? They are gone-" but he quickly shushed her, placing his hand across her lips.
After a moments time of waiting scoffing was heard down the alley, and then came by the panting forms of the two officials. They ran right by, not noticing their crouched forms one bit. After another moments time, they gingerly stepped out, knowing the coast was clear.
She nervously swiped a loose strand of hair out of her face, pulling her bundle behind her.
Seeing this, the young man suspiciously asked, "Why ya running?" he folded his arms across his chest. He had an outfit she recognized a lot of boys wearing around this part of town, with a matching brown vest and pants and a plaid shirt. Seeing his face up close, he was a good-looking man, handsome really. Up close, she also noticed this guy was confident .........arrogant really. It was all in the way he held himself, the way his form stood and the way his brown eyes stared.
She crossed her arms as well, "Why the hell should I tell you?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Cause I helped you, that's why. With out me, ya'd been caught by now."
She curled her lip, disbelieving. "I don't think so kid, I could have handle it all on my-"
He nodded, rolling his eyes, "Sure goil. Okay, enough of this. I ain't trying to get in a fight, I just want to help you."
She looked him up and down. "How the hell should I just trust you? Ya could just be a little loonie lookin for a good time-"
He gave a small exasperated sigh. "Do you have a place to stay goil?"
"No, but it ain't gonna matter to you, you crazed-"
He rubbed his eyes tiredly. "How old are you, kid?"
"I ain't a kid, ya freaky loo. Im sixteen for yer infor-"
He dropped his head frustrated. "You know what the refuge is kid?"
She froze, her eyes large. Her folded arms slowly drifted down to her sides in surprise. Her whispered reply, "Um.........yea."
Well, dat shut her up. "If ya stay out here, your gonna be there. So, I have got a solution for you. Follow me."
He abruptly began strolling down the alley, not seeing if she was following or not.
She stood still for a moment. Should she go or not? Could he be trusted or not? He did just help her, saving her from the capture and the refuge. He said he would help her, giving her a place to stay. That did sound comforting to her. She had been out on the streets for four months .on the run. A home sounded relieving, even though it would only be temporarily. For who knew how close they were or far away?
Shaking out of her inner conflict, she raced after him, calling, "Hey, wait for me."
Once she reached his side, he asked casually, "So goil, where you from?"
She pulled out the bread, breaking half, giving him a share, which he graciously thanked for, and said haughtily, "Foist, it ain't goil, it's Kayla. "
"Pretty name." He pondered, munching away at his portion.
Kayla nodded, "Yea and I just happen to like it also." She heaved a shaky breath and continued,
"And second, I uh, don't want to talk about it, okay?"
He sharply looked at her, and noticed her stature. She may have been acting tough and was talking strong but truly, she was but just a girl. Her clothes were rags; men clothing ripped, dirtied, and travel worn. Her brown curls hung limp without care. Smudge marks were across her face, and arms, with cuts and bruises across the tanned skin. Though, she was graced with a luscious slender body, lean probably due to the living on the streets, she was just a woman all alone. But she was blessed with those eyes.
Either far away or close up, they were seen both ways. Didn't matter the distance or the light; they glowed no matter what. Honey colored, though rimmed with dark brown, almost a black tinge. They almost looked gold, as though it was fairy dust shimmering with sparkles and gleam. Nevertheless a cold stare from her would indisputably send shivers down anyone's spin. But, when she smiled, he bet it was beyond a doubt magnificent. With mud and all, a glittering smile and face from her would undeniably take any person's breath away.
He gradually nodded, understanding, "Alright. You want space, I'll respect dat."
She nodded as well and the rest of trip fell into a comfortable silence.
After two blocks and three alleys, they stopped in front of a low building. A sign read Newsboy Lodge House.
The young man turned to her grinning, "Ya'll love it here. The boys will love you and you'll love this life, the life of a newsie that is."
Kayla nodded politely, confused though. Newsie? What in god's name is a-
He spit in his hand and held it out for her, "I'm Jack. Welcome to the lodge house of dah Manhattan newsies, Duchess."
Looking disdainfully at the hand and to Jack's face she asked sickened, "Newsies? What's a new- wait......... Duchess?!?"
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Brooklyn's Heart
"Introductions"
CH 1
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"Hiya Jack!"
"How's it goin' Cowboy?"
"Who's the Goil?"
"The pretty goil, to be exact."
To Kayla it seemed like she was going to drown with all the boys surrounding her. All of them were swarming around her and Jack, and they all happened to be talking at the same time.
"Back off, back off! Give us here some room now! Let Duchess breathe now, ya hear?" Thankfully, Jack realized how crowded she was, gave the orders out. They all respectfully stepped away and waited for Jack to inform them what's going on.
"Now, dis here is Kayla, now known as Duchess. She is going to be our new and first newsie goil. Any of ya got a problem with it, your gonna come talk ta me. But I know none of ya do, so lets just leave it there." He gave each of them a meaningful look and they all nodded in reply.
"I caught her runnin away from the bulls, and thought I'd help her out some.
"Now, let me make some introductions here." Jack pointed to all the boys around the lodge. They were everywhere; most laying on the bunks, some sitting on the windowsills, a few leaning on the rails on the stairs, and some sitting on the floor.
Jack named about 30 guys so far and Kayla knew she wouldn't remember these for a while. The guy Mush seemed pretty cool though, and so did a guy named Racetrack.
"Ain't it poker night?" Jack asked. Everybody nodded and someone said, "Yup, we've just been waitin' for ya." A table was placed in the middle of the room and cards were placed around it with poker chips next to them.
"So, then where's Spot?" Jack asked. Someone whistled a high-pitched shrill and everyone looked up. Leaning on the railing upstairs was three guys. The middle guy was the one who called. To Kayla he was attractive, and had a look of power around him. The two guys next to him almost seemed like bodyguards for him, but she could tell he would never need them.
He was looking right at her, slightly turning his head to the side, as if examining her. She slightly blushed and looked down almost when she saw his eyes roaming up and down her body slowly, very slowly. She wished now more than ever she wasn't wearing her boy clothes.
He seemed to be around seventeen years old.
A navy blue shirt adorned his body, with red suspenders and black pants. The sleeves were rolled up to show tanned, well-muscled arms. The top buttons on the shirt weren't fastened, which gave the fortunate view of a bronze chest and the sight of a piece of jewelry, or so it seemed it was. A thin, black cord, tied in the back, held a shiny silver key. Kayla wondered why he wore it and what it went to, but didn't focus her eyes on it except for a couple of seconds, she didn't want to look like she was staring at his chest.
The thing that shook her up the most was not his stunning looks; it was how everyone stopped talking when they realized it was him who whistled. They all watched the staring contest between the two of them without saying anything. She could feel the superior authority around him even more now.
Dirty blond bangs fell in his eyes and he whipped his head back so it was out if his way. He glanced quickly at Jack then turned around swiftly and left into a different room. The two guys didn't follow though; they came down the stairs and joined the game.
"Um," she cleared her throat, "Uh ...who was that?" Kayla asked when she was sure she able to use her voice again.
"Ah, watch out fer dat fellah. He gots a new goil every week, so don't hold ya breath," informed Racetrack with his cigar in his mouth. He was sitting at the table with Jack and the other Brooklyn fellows. "He's had more girlfriends then I've had winnings."
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Race. After a moment, a boy named Kid Blink slapped Race up beside his head, saying, "Well, duh." All the newsies began snickering and laughing at Race when he just rolled his eyes.
The boy Mush walked up to Kayla and slapped his own hand on her back also and smiled at her. "Looks like someone's caught Brooklyn's eye!" He glanced to the side winking at Jack. Kayla slightly pushed him away, just enough for him to know she meant business. "Whatever, I just wanted to know who he was."
"Duchess, watch out also for that one, Mush, he's just jealous of everyone, because he'll never get any. Not even a glance his way!" Jack said while ducking from Mush's swing. He started laughing while saying, "That was Spot Conlon, Brooklyn's Leader, da King of da Brooklyn's newsies. Its also seems like, if I might say so, he caught someone's eye also. Huh, Duch?"
"Err," she mumbled while punching Jack, "Ah, you all are dumb shits ya hear? I don't got a thing for him or anyone." She said while laughing, then yelped when she felt Jack grab her punch and hoist her up over his shoulder, walking away. He took her upstairs and threw her on bed in a different room.
"This is your new room, you hear? We wake up early in the mornings and sell our papes for the day. Once all of that is done, we go out and do what we want then. For now, ya can either sell papes wit me or someone else if you want. Ya got all of dat? "
Kayla was lying on her stomach, listening to all of this, and taking it in. Or at least she was trying to. She couldn't get those piercing blue-gray eyes out of her head. But she acted like she was listening.
"Yup, every word ya said. Its engraved up here in me mind. No doubt about it."
"You know you're a terrible liar, right? Well whatever, ya will learn all of this in no time with all dah boy's help. So Duchess, ya want to come play or what?"
"I think I'll just go up on the roof and be by meselfs fer a while, kay? I don't want to take all your money just yet, ya know?" She said mockingly.
"Yea. Sure Duchess." He said while rolling his eyes, and, with that, he walked out and down the stairs. "See ya later."
Kayla got up and moved to open the window. She crawled out and climbed the stairs. She lay down on top of the roof with her hands behind and looked up to the stars. She couldn't believe how fast that all happened. How fast she got a home, a job and a name like Duchess. It's all right, she thought, referring to the name, I guess.
"Hey."
Kayla jumped, gasping audibly and swished the unneeded hairs in her face away, and looked over to see whom it was. She gulped and quickly sat up.
It was him.
He was sitting against the edge of the roof with his head resting against it. One leg was pulled up close to him with his elbow on his knee and the other leg was laying flat against the ground with his other arm on it. It was dark out, but his glistening orbs could still be seen. He looked slightly amused, as if he knew she should have seen him.
"Hey.........Spot." She whispered slightly.
"Ahh, so you know who I am, do ya?" He got up and walked over, squatting down, leaning on his heels close to her, so that he was eyelevel with her.
She tried glancing away, but could not escape those ocean eyes. It was with out doubt the place where he held most of his feeling; a silver-blue color when heated; a light, blue-gray when feeling helpless and depressing. But now were a deep, rich blue. A bottomless ocean blue that drew any gazer in till they were surely lost and drowned.
"Ya, I know who you are. You're, ah.........you're Sp-Spot Conlon, dah ah .........dah Brooklyn Leader."
He chuckled quietly, "So, I guess we can see you know who's I am, but I don't know who ya are, pretty face. Unless, you want me to call you that, pretty face?" he asked, lightly running a finger down the side of her face.
She shivered vaguely while blushing, praying that he didn't see either of that in the dark. His smile widened even more. He did see it.
"It's.........uh." She cleared her throat again, whispering, "Um.........Duchess."
"Duchess huh? Then what's your real name, pretty face?" he whispered, taking a lock of her hair and playing with it lightly.
"Kayla."
She was about to swallow her tongue, with all the gulping she was doing. A foreign feeling kept swirling in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't believe the things he was doing to her. Never, had she had this reaction to a boy.
"Kayla, huh? That's a mighty fine name. It's almost as pretty as you are," He then leaned up close to her ear and whispered, "You know, when you blush like that, you look even more beautifuls than before, if possible." He lightly kissed her earlobe before pulling back and watching her reaction.
She couldn't breathe. How can any boy do this to me? she thought. Boys have done this before ta me, but I've never felt this was either. She realized it then like a smack in the head. I may be a goil, but not a goil that falls for just some cheap smile and cute eyes, especially not the great Spot Conlon.
She smiled sweetly, "Thanks Spot. You ain't that bad looking youself either." He smiled even more, and she knew she had him.
Just as his was leaning in, his mouth about to brush hers, she pressed two fingers to those deadly lips. He stopped, confused, and brought his gaze back up to her eyes.
He met a fiery gaze from narrowed eyes. Oh shit.
"Nice try Spot Conlon, but I'm not going to be one of your daily goils." She said sternly. And with that she stuck her chin tall and swiftly stood up. But before she could descend down the ladder to her room, her small wrist was grabbed. Spot forcefully twirled her around, leaving her no room except to be trapped between his strong arms.
Cockily, "Why not kid? We could have fun." He glanced down at her body and then met her angry eyes squarely, winking. "We could have more than enough fun."
The swift slap that met his firm cheek, roughly, was the answer he received.
Without releasing the spitting cat in his other arm, he grasped his red cheek, but quickly looked back at her and whispered, smirking, "Just so happens I like em' fiery. Makes the fun even more exciting. I do prefer red heads usually but I think we could make an exception."
The musical gasp was heard clearly in the cold air. Silence was heard after for a moment, the wind softly swirling, as if waiting in anticipation for the next action in this suspension filled story.
Kayla took a timid step forward, bringing herself close enough for her nose to touch with this unneeded specimen, well, almost touched.
Through clenched teeth, "Do not get your hopes up Brooklyn. I do guarantee that there shall be no exciting events in our future, if there shall be even one at all." Her soft hands then immediately connected with his hard chest and pushed, sending him the much-wanted space between them and dramatically turned her back on him.
As she walked to the edge of the roof, his shimmering eyes had the obvious view of her sexual, swaying rear. Without thinking, he mumbled, "Hmm, nice ass."
And he was awarded with the ever-loving finger.
Spot chuckled and called, "I do hope so."
It seemed as if it went unheard but seeing the ruby cheeks disappear over the ledge, Spot knew it was heeded.
Spot smiled brightly. He shook his head lightly back and forth, and whispered, "She does have guts."
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"Prologue"
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The dark streets of Manhattan were silent, the air cold and still. The misty boulevards called for warmth, telling all to be inside with raging fires and cozy beds. Nobody deserved to be out alone in the freezing avenues with the light drizzle.
No one did.
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"Stop!" yelled the officer. "Come back thief!"
But she didn't, she just ran even faster, pulling her bundle closer. Dashing through the meanders of the city puddles began splashing in her face, the dirt smearing across her cheeks. Her long tresses flew swift behind her, flowing side to side with each rapid stride.
"Street rat stop!"
Her honey eyes glanced hastily behind at the fast coming bulls, their color ablaze with determination and defiance. Her ragged breaths became shorter and harsh, weakness well on its way of doing her in. Her slim body, worn out from the two mile sprint, gathered the back up energy it stored, and gave her the start to run harder .only to dash straight into a young man.
Their bodies collided and fell hard back to the ground in a heap. She sat up dazed, as did he, but once hearing the closing in shouts of the bulls; they glanced quickly at each other and scurried up in haste. The young man took a glance behind her then grabbed her hand and pulled her into a back alley. He didn't let go, only dragged her after him deep into the back streets.
She wasn't sure when they would stop; the cries of the officers were slowly diminishing. Surely we have lost them, correct?
All of a sudden, the man dashed down, yanking her after him, hiding themselves in a crook of a wall. She was pulled into his lap, his arms wrapped around her making him and her small as possible. She tried to whisper, "Why? They are gone-" but he quickly shushed her, placing his hand across her lips.
After a moments time of waiting scoffing was heard down the alley, and then came by the panting forms of the two officials. They ran right by, not noticing their crouched forms one bit. After another moments time, they gingerly stepped out, knowing the coast was clear.
She nervously swiped a loose strand of hair out of her face, pulling her bundle behind her.
Seeing this, the young man suspiciously asked, "Why ya running?" he folded his arms across his chest. He had an outfit she recognized a lot of boys wearing around this part of town, with a matching brown vest and pants and a plaid shirt. Seeing his face up close, he was a good-looking man, handsome really. Up close, she also noticed this guy was confident .........arrogant really. It was all in the way he held himself, the way his form stood and the way his brown eyes stared.
She crossed her arms as well, "Why the hell should I tell you?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Cause I helped you, that's why. With out me, ya'd been caught by now."
She curled her lip, disbelieving. "I don't think so kid, I could have handle it all on my-"
He nodded, rolling his eyes, "Sure goil. Okay, enough of this. I ain't trying to get in a fight, I just want to help you."
She looked him up and down. "How the hell should I just trust you? Ya could just be a little loonie lookin for a good time-"
He gave a small exasperated sigh. "Do you have a place to stay goil?"
"No, but it ain't gonna matter to you, you crazed-"
He rubbed his eyes tiredly. "How old are you, kid?"
"I ain't a kid, ya freaky loo. Im sixteen for yer infor-"
He dropped his head frustrated. "You know what the refuge is kid?"
She froze, her eyes large. Her folded arms slowly drifted down to her sides in surprise. Her whispered reply, "Um.........yea."
Well, dat shut her up. "If ya stay out here, your gonna be there. So, I have got a solution for you. Follow me."
He abruptly began strolling down the alley, not seeing if she was following or not.
She stood still for a moment. Should she go or not? Could he be trusted or not? He did just help her, saving her from the capture and the refuge. He said he would help her, giving her a place to stay. That did sound comforting to her. She had been out on the streets for four months .on the run. A home sounded relieving, even though it would only be temporarily. For who knew how close they were or far away?
Shaking out of her inner conflict, she raced after him, calling, "Hey, wait for me."
Once she reached his side, he asked casually, "So goil, where you from?"
She pulled out the bread, breaking half, giving him a share, which he graciously thanked for, and said haughtily, "Foist, it ain't goil, it's Kayla. "
"Pretty name." He pondered, munching away at his portion.
Kayla nodded, "Yea and I just happen to like it also." She heaved a shaky breath and continued,
"And second, I uh, don't want to talk about it, okay?"
He sharply looked at her, and noticed her stature. She may have been acting tough and was talking strong but truly, she was but just a girl. Her clothes were rags; men clothing ripped, dirtied, and travel worn. Her brown curls hung limp without care. Smudge marks were across her face, and arms, with cuts and bruises across the tanned skin. Though, she was graced with a luscious slender body, lean probably due to the living on the streets, she was just a woman all alone. But she was blessed with those eyes.
Either far away or close up, they were seen both ways. Didn't matter the distance or the light; they glowed no matter what. Honey colored, though rimmed with dark brown, almost a black tinge. They almost looked gold, as though it was fairy dust shimmering with sparkles and gleam. Nevertheless a cold stare from her would indisputably send shivers down anyone's spin. But, when she smiled, he bet it was beyond a doubt magnificent. With mud and all, a glittering smile and face from her would undeniably take any person's breath away.
He gradually nodded, understanding, "Alright. You want space, I'll respect dat."
She nodded as well and the rest of trip fell into a comfortable silence.
After two blocks and three alleys, they stopped in front of a low building. A sign read Newsboy Lodge House.
The young man turned to her grinning, "Ya'll love it here. The boys will love you and you'll love this life, the life of a newsie that is."
Kayla nodded politely, confused though. Newsie? What in god's name is a-
He spit in his hand and held it out for her, "I'm Jack. Welcome to the lodge house of dah Manhattan newsies, Duchess."
Looking disdainfully at the hand and to Jack's face she asked sickened, "Newsies? What's a new- wait......... Duchess?!?"
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Brooklyn's Heart
"Introductions"
CH 1
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"Hiya Jack!"
"How's it goin' Cowboy?"
"Who's the Goil?"
"The pretty goil, to be exact."
To Kayla it seemed like she was going to drown with all the boys surrounding her. All of them were swarming around her and Jack, and they all happened to be talking at the same time.
"Back off, back off! Give us here some room now! Let Duchess breathe now, ya hear?" Thankfully, Jack realized how crowded she was, gave the orders out. They all respectfully stepped away and waited for Jack to inform them what's going on.
"Now, dis here is Kayla, now known as Duchess. She is going to be our new and first newsie goil. Any of ya got a problem with it, your gonna come talk ta me. But I know none of ya do, so lets just leave it there." He gave each of them a meaningful look and they all nodded in reply.
"I caught her runnin away from the bulls, and thought I'd help her out some.
"Now, let me make some introductions here." Jack pointed to all the boys around the lodge. They were everywhere; most laying on the bunks, some sitting on the windowsills, a few leaning on the rails on the stairs, and some sitting on the floor.
Jack named about 30 guys so far and Kayla knew she wouldn't remember these for a while. The guy Mush seemed pretty cool though, and so did a guy named Racetrack.
"Ain't it poker night?" Jack asked. Everybody nodded and someone said, "Yup, we've just been waitin' for ya." A table was placed in the middle of the room and cards were placed around it with poker chips next to them.
"So, then where's Spot?" Jack asked. Someone whistled a high-pitched shrill and everyone looked up. Leaning on the railing upstairs was three guys. The middle guy was the one who called. To Kayla he was attractive, and had a look of power around him. The two guys next to him almost seemed like bodyguards for him, but she could tell he would never need them.
He was looking right at her, slightly turning his head to the side, as if examining her. She slightly blushed and looked down almost when she saw his eyes roaming up and down her body slowly, very slowly. She wished now more than ever she wasn't wearing her boy clothes.
He seemed to be around seventeen years old.
A navy blue shirt adorned his body, with red suspenders and black pants. The sleeves were rolled up to show tanned, well-muscled arms. The top buttons on the shirt weren't fastened, which gave the fortunate view of a bronze chest and the sight of a piece of jewelry, or so it seemed it was. A thin, black cord, tied in the back, held a shiny silver key. Kayla wondered why he wore it and what it went to, but didn't focus her eyes on it except for a couple of seconds, she didn't want to look like she was staring at his chest.
The thing that shook her up the most was not his stunning looks; it was how everyone stopped talking when they realized it was him who whistled. They all watched the staring contest between the two of them without saying anything. She could feel the superior authority around him even more now.
Dirty blond bangs fell in his eyes and he whipped his head back so it was out if his way. He glanced quickly at Jack then turned around swiftly and left into a different room. The two guys didn't follow though; they came down the stairs and joined the game.
"Um," she cleared her throat, "Uh ...who was that?" Kayla asked when she was sure she able to use her voice again.
"Ah, watch out fer dat fellah. He gots a new goil every week, so don't hold ya breath," informed Racetrack with his cigar in his mouth. He was sitting at the table with Jack and the other Brooklyn fellows. "He's had more girlfriends then I've had winnings."
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Race. After a moment, a boy named Kid Blink slapped Race up beside his head, saying, "Well, duh." All the newsies began snickering and laughing at Race when he just rolled his eyes.
The boy Mush walked up to Kayla and slapped his own hand on her back also and smiled at her. "Looks like someone's caught Brooklyn's eye!" He glanced to the side winking at Jack. Kayla slightly pushed him away, just enough for him to know she meant business. "Whatever, I just wanted to know who he was."
"Duchess, watch out also for that one, Mush, he's just jealous of everyone, because he'll never get any. Not even a glance his way!" Jack said while ducking from Mush's swing. He started laughing while saying, "That was Spot Conlon, Brooklyn's Leader, da King of da Brooklyn's newsies. Its also seems like, if I might say so, he caught someone's eye also. Huh, Duch?"
"Err," she mumbled while punching Jack, "Ah, you all are dumb shits ya hear? I don't got a thing for him or anyone." She said while laughing, then yelped when she felt Jack grab her punch and hoist her up over his shoulder, walking away. He took her upstairs and threw her on bed in a different room.
"This is your new room, you hear? We wake up early in the mornings and sell our papes for the day. Once all of that is done, we go out and do what we want then. For now, ya can either sell papes wit me or someone else if you want. Ya got all of dat? "
Kayla was lying on her stomach, listening to all of this, and taking it in. Or at least she was trying to. She couldn't get those piercing blue-gray eyes out of her head. But she acted like she was listening.
"Yup, every word ya said. Its engraved up here in me mind. No doubt about it."
"You know you're a terrible liar, right? Well whatever, ya will learn all of this in no time with all dah boy's help. So Duchess, ya want to come play or what?"
"I think I'll just go up on the roof and be by meselfs fer a while, kay? I don't want to take all your money just yet, ya know?" She said mockingly.
"Yea. Sure Duchess." He said while rolling his eyes, and, with that, he walked out and down the stairs. "See ya later."
Kayla got up and moved to open the window. She crawled out and climbed the stairs. She lay down on top of the roof with her hands behind and looked up to the stars. She couldn't believe how fast that all happened. How fast she got a home, a job and a name like Duchess. It's all right, she thought, referring to the name, I guess.
"Hey."
Kayla jumped, gasping audibly and swished the unneeded hairs in her face away, and looked over to see whom it was. She gulped and quickly sat up.
It was him.
He was sitting against the edge of the roof with his head resting against it. One leg was pulled up close to him with his elbow on his knee and the other leg was laying flat against the ground with his other arm on it. It was dark out, but his glistening orbs could still be seen. He looked slightly amused, as if he knew she should have seen him.
"Hey.........Spot." She whispered slightly.
"Ahh, so you know who I am, do ya?" He got up and walked over, squatting down, leaning on his heels close to her, so that he was eyelevel with her.
She tried glancing away, but could not escape those ocean eyes. It was with out doubt the place where he held most of his feeling; a silver-blue color when heated; a light, blue-gray when feeling helpless and depressing. But now were a deep, rich blue. A bottomless ocean blue that drew any gazer in till they were surely lost and drowned.
"Ya, I know who you are. You're, ah.........you're Sp-Spot Conlon, dah ah .........dah Brooklyn Leader."
He chuckled quietly, "So, I guess we can see you know who's I am, but I don't know who ya are, pretty face. Unless, you want me to call you that, pretty face?" he asked, lightly running a finger down the side of her face.
She shivered vaguely while blushing, praying that he didn't see either of that in the dark. His smile widened even more. He did see it.
"It's.........uh." She cleared her throat again, whispering, "Um.........Duchess."
"Duchess huh? Then what's your real name, pretty face?" he whispered, taking a lock of her hair and playing with it lightly.
"Kayla."
She was about to swallow her tongue, with all the gulping she was doing. A foreign feeling kept swirling in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't believe the things he was doing to her. Never, had she had this reaction to a boy.
"Kayla, huh? That's a mighty fine name. It's almost as pretty as you are," He then leaned up close to her ear and whispered, "You know, when you blush like that, you look even more beautifuls than before, if possible." He lightly kissed her earlobe before pulling back and watching her reaction.
She couldn't breathe. How can any boy do this to me? she thought. Boys have done this before ta me, but I've never felt this was either. She realized it then like a smack in the head. I may be a goil, but not a goil that falls for just some cheap smile and cute eyes, especially not the great Spot Conlon.
She smiled sweetly, "Thanks Spot. You ain't that bad looking youself either." He smiled even more, and she knew she had him.
Just as his was leaning in, his mouth about to brush hers, she pressed two fingers to those deadly lips. He stopped, confused, and brought his gaze back up to her eyes.
He met a fiery gaze from narrowed eyes. Oh shit.
"Nice try Spot Conlon, but I'm not going to be one of your daily goils." She said sternly. And with that she stuck her chin tall and swiftly stood up. But before she could descend down the ladder to her room, her small wrist was grabbed. Spot forcefully twirled her around, leaving her no room except to be trapped between his strong arms.
Cockily, "Why not kid? We could have fun." He glanced down at her body and then met her angry eyes squarely, winking. "We could have more than enough fun."
The swift slap that met his firm cheek, roughly, was the answer he received.
Without releasing the spitting cat in his other arm, he grasped his red cheek, but quickly looked back at her and whispered, smirking, "Just so happens I like em' fiery. Makes the fun even more exciting. I do prefer red heads usually but I think we could make an exception."
The musical gasp was heard clearly in the cold air. Silence was heard after for a moment, the wind softly swirling, as if waiting in anticipation for the next action in this suspension filled story.
Kayla took a timid step forward, bringing herself close enough for her nose to touch with this unneeded specimen, well, almost touched.
Through clenched teeth, "Do not get your hopes up Brooklyn. I do guarantee that there shall be no exciting events in our future, if there shall be even one at all." Her soft hands then immediately connected with his hard chest and pushed, sending him the much-wanted space between them and dramatically turned her back on him.
As she walked to the edge of the roof, his shimmering eyes had the obvious view of her sexual, swaying rear. Without thinking, he mumbled, "Hmm, nice ass."
And he was awarded with the ever-loving finger.
Spot chuckled and called, "I do hope so."
It seemed as if it went unheard but seeing the ruby cheeks disappear over the ledge, Spot knew it was heeded.
Spot smiled brightly. He shook his head lightly back and forth, and whispered, "She does have guts."
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