Brooklyn's Heart
"Bronx"
CH 7
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It was planned that the Bronx newsboys were going to meet the Brooklyn newsies at an abandon warehouse, outside of the town by rundown docks. In case of anything got too far out of control, no one would be close enough to stop anything, or call for anyone. The meeting was intended to discuss each area, clarifying everyone selling spots and making sure no one crossed into each other's territories.
Spot didn't call for the meeting. Bloods did. Spot shuddered. He wasn't scared of Bloods; don't get him wrong. It was just the way Bloods did things. He was almost as famous as Spot, but definitely more feared of. But Spot was more deadly; everyone knew that, it was just Bloods was crazy, almost anything he did was sick. People usually didn't talk about him.
Bloods would go against the rules, and do anything he wanted. He would beat anyone till they had almost had nothing left in them. Even his own newsies, but somehow they always would stay loyal to him. Dealing with Bloods, and you were weak, you would want to be on his side, never offending him, giving him what he wants. But if Bloods didn't get what he wants, he'd kill for it. Spot heard about the poor old Leader of Bronx before Bloods.
Also, it was a known legend the way Bloods got him name. He was always the first to draw blood, and didn't stop till he knew you got what you deserved. Spot never fought him, so he didn't know if he could draw blood first, and could come out winning. But he wasn't planning on finding out. Bloods was altogether down right nasty.
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"So how many of us are goin, Spot?" one of the newsies asked.
All of the Brooklyn newsies were rounded up at the docks by their lodge house. All were waiting for Spot to tell them what to do. Spot stood in front of them with his arm around Kayla. She looked up at him also, waiting, with her arm around his waist. He was looking at them all, wondering if anything bad was going to happen today. Spot swallowed, and stood straighter, pulling Kayla closer to his side.
"All of us. We all take our slingshots. I don't want us to be unprepared for anything. We can't trust any of those Bronx's. So keep your eyes open. Don't start anything with them; it'll just be an excuse for them to begin something. Ya'll let me do the talkin; we don't want to offend them. Ya all hear what I'm sayin?"
Everyone nodded. Spot was using his commanding tone; the one that told everyone not to screw up or they would regret it. "Then do it!" He looked at them with fierce grey blue eyes, making sure they all knew to understand and not to defy him. They all looked back, nodding, waiting for him to say more. Spot nodded once and said, "Alright, lets go."
They all began moving out. Spot motioned over to Meow. She walked over, gave Kayla a glance, looking away disgusted. Spot growled and said, "Meow, I want you to lead for now. I'll be up there in a little while." She nodded and walked up to the front. Spot and Kayla waited till everyone one was aways up and began walking.
"What are ya thinking about this?" Kayla asked Spot, looking up at him. He squeezed her once, then let go, grabbing her hand so they could walk freely.
"I don't like it. I don't want my newsies to be there but they got to go." He heaved a tired sigh and explained, "This Bloods, I don't trust him, and I know he's gonna start something today. I know it."
He looked over at her and said softly, "I want you especially to be careful today. I know, I know you can handles yourself, don't give me that look, but I still want you to be.
"You're gonna be up there with me in front of him since you're my goil and everything. Usually I don't bring them with me, but you're a newsie, and you know what your doin, so I don't need to hide you. But I know Blood will still want to do something to you, since you're mine and very much so damn beautiful."
Spot laughed at her look and grabbed the punch she threw. He pulled her close with that hand, wrapping his arms around her. Kayla's arms were caught between her chest and his. She looked up and he looked back at her. Spot brought his lips down to hers, and she met half way. He kissed her slowly, taking his time. Kayla pulled her arms out of their restraints and gradually wrapped them around his neck. Spot rubbed one of his hands up and down her side, winning a moan from Kayla.
Kayla buried her fingers in his hair, playing with them lightly. Spot slipped his other hands in her shirt, delicately rubbing her back. He needed more though. He licked her lips, pleading for entrance. Kayla must of felt the same way, for she plunged into Spot's mouth also. The gentleness was gone from the kiss; it was the way the two wanted it. They required, no needed more, clinging on to the other.
After awhile, the two slowly broke away. Gradually opening their eyes, but didn't move away from each other. Their breathing was worn out; their body's trying to get it back to normal. They both stared at each other, and Spot finally said, nodding his head, "We'll, um, we'll get together soon, just the two of us. I think we'd need it after today and tonight."
Kayla nodded also but then look confused. "Tonight? What's gonna happen tonight?"
Spot smiled and began delicately rubbing her cheek with the back of his hand. "Tonight, all the newsies, well except Bronx, they never allowed to come. Well we newsies are goin' to Medda's. Its gonna be another one of our party's and you're comin with me."
Kayla smiled and said, "Oh am I now? Well, what if I said I already have a date lined up?"
Spot frowned. "I'd say you'd have one hell of a beaten up guy at your door."
Kayla laughed. "What time do we need to be there?"
"We go there right after the meeting. And I'm gonna be announcin' you mine, so all them boys will know the new newsie is off limits."
Kayla smiled, "My, my aren't we the jealousy type."
"Well, when it comes to you, no one can be but watchful."
"Oh and we got the sweet type with us also." Kayla laughed but was stopped when Spot pressed his lips to hers. She sighed, knowing she was lucky she had someone like Spot. But when he tried to pull away, she whispered, "No." and pulled him back.
They continued on like this for a while then broke apart. They both smiled at each other but then Kayla looked confused, "Wait, weren't we supposed to keep us a secret?"
Spot laughed, "Your so cute when you get confused. Your face gets all scrunched up and your sexy lips do a certain pout. Its so adorable- Ow!" he rubbed his left arm that Kayla had punched. He laughed even harder, "Hey pretty face, I was givin' ya a compliment. When a guy does that, the goil is supposed to get all mushy and return the favor by kissin' him."
Kayla's smirked was wiped off and she laughed. "Sure thing! I'll remember that next time Mr. Ego!"
"Ha ha." Spot said with mock enthusiasm. "I said to keep it's a secret so ya wouldn't blab."
"I don't blab."
"And so then I could tell all the newsies at once your mine."
Kayla gulped. "Yous mean, like ya go up there and um, ya tell them then?"
Spot smiled, "Yea."
"And, um, I'll be in the audience while you tell them. OK, I can do this then."
Spot laughed, "No, ya'll be up there with me, so they can see how pretty ya are and who ya are."
Kayla laughed nervously and asked, "Do I got to go up there? I mean wouldn't it be better if I was..."
Spot laughed again. He draped his arm around her shoulders pulling her along behind the others, while she muttered excuses.
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All the Brooklyn newsies were scattered in front of the warehouse. They waited, looking around nervously, trying to prepare themselves for what was to come. Hopefully Bronx's was tired today and didn't do anything. Probably not, for it was a known fact Bloods was an idiot.
Spot and Kayla walked to the front of the group by the door. Kayla was still in Spots arm, close to him as possible. She didn't mind it if she was or wasn't but Spot wanted her there, and so she wasn't complaining.
Spot looked around him again and nodded, "Remember what I said." He let go of Kayla, turning around and opening the huge sliding doors with both hands. He motioned for Kayla and she returned to his side and Meow was summoned to his other side.
Kayla and Spot had the same look on their faces. Emotionless faces that were still able to look strong and beautiful. The look showed that they meant business and if anything was started, they'd be sure to finish it. Spots left arm was over her shoulder comfortably and Kayla's right arm was snuggly around his side. Their free arms swung back and forth, while Spots hand held his famous cane although Kayla's was clenched. They stared straight ahead, while their newsies, who had the same looks on as their leaders, looked around them, sizing up the Bronx.
They were strewn across the warehouse, taking up their spots on crates and boxes in front of Brooklyn, Bronx wasn't any bigger than Brooklyn, Spot always made sure everyone was fit and strong, but wasn't any smaller in size. They all were dressed as Brooklyn, wearing newsie attire. Most of them had clubs but more had chains. That was another ruling Bloods broke. Though Spot wasn't going to be the first and call him on it.
Spot still smirked though. If he had been any other territory walking toward Bronx, Bloods wouldn't have brought chains. No matter how good he was, Bloods was still afraid of them, for Brooklyn was known to be as good with clubs as with bare hands.
Blood stood straight ahead of them. He had one leg on a crate with his left arm leaning on it. His other arm held his cigarette in his mouth. A chain was hanging out of his right pocket while a club was placed against the crate. He had two guys on either side of him, with their arms folded looking buff and mean. Most likely body guards.
Kayla couldn't really see his face for it was looking down to the side. She could tell though he had dark brown hair, almost black, that was styled like Spot's. Long till the ears, and was brushed back, slightly parted on the side. He had a nice build, with strong arms under the folded up sleeves that belonged to a deep rich blue shirt. He was tanned, showing he had spent his day out in the sun.
When they were about 10 feet back he finally looked up, Kayla quietly gasped. He was handsome. Well he could have been if it wasn't for the scar down the right side of his face. But still nonetheless you could tell he was cute. He was as tall as Spot and had the same face as him on.
Bloods took out his cigarette, throwing it to the ground and grinding it to the dirt with his foot. He looked at Spot but then looked at Kayla. Kayla couldn't stand him, staring at her for he had eyes exactly like Spots but were green. They were a deep rich green. So she frowned at him and rolled her eyes. He smirked and looked back at Spot. As he did so, Kayla inwardly shivered. She didn't like how closely Spot and Bloods resembled each other. It was as if Bloods was dark and Spot was light, but altogether both were lethal.
"Hiya Spot? How's Brooklyn been these days?" Bloods said with mock pleasantry.
Spot grinned inwardly. Good. he thought. They weren't going to act as if they liked each other.
"Real good. Now can we gets on to business? I got plans."
Bloods laughed and pointed to Kayla, "What? Goin out and screwin anudder on of your new goils?"
Kayla growled and trying moving forward but Spot held her back. He wrapped his arms around her chest, holding her arms in restraint. What was with people always saying that when they saw them together? Spot obviously wasn't that way, or at least wasn't anymore.
Kayla narrowed her eyes and said, "Well at least he has a goil." His grin was instantly wiped off. Some of Brooklyn and Bronx newsies laughed lightly. Bloods looked back at his own newsboys, glaring at them all and they stopped instantly.
Bloods was about to say something but Spot interrupted him. "Bloods, why don't I introduce you to my goil. She's Duchess and has a mind of her own. Pretty face this is Bloods, the leader of Bronx." He slowly let go of her and stepped up by her side again.
Bloods glared at Kayla while she glared back. Everyone was quiet, waiting for what was going to happen next. Bloods cracked his knuckles giving Kayla a withering look and said, "Well hullo Duchess. I don't like bein made fun of, so yer gonna have to learn a lesson."
Spot moved in front of Kayla when she launched herself forward. "I don't thinks so Bloods," he said through clenched teeth, "You lay one finger on her, you're gonna have all of Brooklyn, Manhattan and everyone else at your back goin after ya."
"Ahh, someone has a soft spot for the pretty thing," Blood said while laughing. "Why, I'd never hurt Duchess, we'd just have a fun time teaching her some manners."
Kayla growled even louder and said, "You asshole, don't ever think you have the right to say my name again."
Now most of all the newsies laughed. No girl had ever been this "outgoing" in front of Bloods. Who, at the moment, looked like he was going to kill. He strode forward to them, close enough to touch and stared at Kayla.
"Tsk, tsk. Not a smart thing to do, making The Bronx mad. Not a smart thing at all."
Kayla moved herself out from behind Spot. He reached for her, holding her right wrist, making sure he would be able to pull her out of harms way if anything happened. Kayla looked right up into Bloods eyes, only inches from it and glared.
"Oh, get over your self Mr. Bronx. You're not all that great and powerful. You're just an ugly looking dog having rats do your work for you."
Everyone gasped. Now everyone was sure they never saw a girl do that before. There wasn't a sound in the warehouse except for Kayla's and Bloods breathing, for both was ragged and short. Most of Bronx and even Brooklyn had expected Bloods to attack her, but he stayed where he was, staring back.
Bloods muttered 'Bitch' under his breath, raising his fist slightly but then stopped. An idea came to his mind. He grinned, knowing a way to make this Duchess even more mad. He unclenched his fists, smirking, and waited till she would least expect it.
He just stood there.
What the hell is the matter with him? Kayla thought. She had at least predicted a very solid hand in her eye by now but he just stood there.
But then Bloods pulled Kayla close and kissed her hard. Kayla fought away and punched him hard in the face. Everyone had jumped up shocked and Spot pulled Kayla away 5 feet, away from the stumbling Bloods.
Kayla tried to get out of Spot's arms jumping up and down glaring at Bloods. "Who the hell do ya think ya are? Asshole! Don't ya ever touch me again, ya hear? I'll come after ya myself! Dirty Bastard-"
Bloods then looked up. His cheek was already a little purple though his eyes were wide and bloodshot. Kayla gasped. Bloods looked like he was going to charge her and kill her repeatedly, if the fates allowed.
Spot grabbed Meow, who was standing near by and said, "Hold her, make sure she doesn't move." He then shoved Kayla into Meows arms gently and started walking towards Blood. Meow pulled Kayla away towards the back, who was still frantically trying to get back at Bloods. Meow soothingly told her, "Duchess, Duchess, stop. Stop! Spot's gonna handle it now. He wont let Bloods get away wit it. Calm down."
Kayla stopped grew silent and looked at Meow. She nodded and whispered "Alright." They both looked over to Spot and Bloods.
Spot grabbed Bloods left arm and roughly pulled him up. "Who the hell do you think you are kissin my goil?" He then hit Bloods in the eye, same one Kayla hit. Bloods staggered and almost fell, but came up and hit Spot in the stomach. Spot, himself, almost fell. He turned his head sharply, looking up at Bloods.
"She ain't yours, and she ain't never gonna be!" Spot lunged forward, tackling Bloods. They rolled around for awhile until Spot sat on top of him and repeatedly hit Bloods over and over again in the face. Bloods had punched Spot a few times in his arms; numbingly them almost till Spot couldn't use them. Bloods tried, but couldn't get anywhere near Spot's face. Spot wasn't letting him recover and punched him in the nose. Bloods fell silent and stopped hitting and didn't move. Spot brought himself to his hands and knees and got up, kicking Bloods in the process. "Ya ever, ya ever touch my goil again, I'll kill ya!" With one last hit, Spot kicked him in the side.
Spot looked up and pointed at all the Bronx newsies with his clenched fist on his side, leaning forward slightly. "None of ya do what your stupid leader did. If he starts anything or says anything more, this is war! You guys think about that and see if ya want the same outcome as your Leader here," Spot said pointing down at the conscious Bloods.
"Ya all hear? Ya try anything on any of my newsies, ya'll regret and ya'll lose. For if your leader was a truly great Leader, then why wasn't he able ta get up and fight back?" Spot questioned. He looked back disgusted at Bloods and kicked him again on the side and turned away.
Kayla whispered thanks to Meow and walked over to Spot who hugged her and asked if she was all right. She said she was, but Spot kissed her, making sure she was, using his own method on his own account.
Once they stopped, Spot wrapped an arm around Kayla's waist and without looking back called, "Be careful what ya decide Bronx, or Brooklyn will be back." To his newsies he said,
"Come on, lets go to Medda's, boys."
They all began walking out, glancing back once at the Bronx, and disappeared into docks.
The Bronx newsies began filing out of the warehouse, looking down disgusted at their leader. Bloods was finally recovering and slowly got up. He looked around and realized Brooklyn was gone. He looked at his retreating newsies and called, "Where's Spot?" No one answered and so he yelled, "Where is Brooklyn!?! Answer me!"
One newsie looked back and said angrily, "Spot kicked your ass. He said they'd come after you again if you do something like that and it'd be war." With that said he left also among the other newsies. Bloods stood still waiting for the Newsies to leave, taking short and ragged breathes.
When Bloods was by himself, he threw his hands up to the sky and yelled. After he calmed down, Bloods whispered to the stillness of the warehouse,
"He'll pay. And I know just how to get to him."
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"Bronx"
CH 7
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It was planned that the Bronx newsboys were going to meet the Brooklyn newsies at an abandon warehouse, outside of the town by rundown docks. In case of anything got too far out of control, no one would be close enough to stop anything, or call for anyone. The meeting was intended to discuss each area, clarifying everyone selling spots and making sure no one crossed into each other's territories.
Spot didn't call for the meeting. Bloods did. Spot shuddered. He wasn't scared of Bloods; don't get him wrong. It was just the way Bloods did things. He was almost as famous as Spot, but definitely more feared of. But Spot was more deadly; everyone knew that, it was just Bloods was crazy, almost anything he did was sick. People usually didn't talk about him.
Bloods would go against the rules, and do anything he wanted. He would beat anyone till they had almost had nothing left in them. Even his own newsies, but somehow they always would stay loyal to him. Dealing with Bloods, and you were weak, you would want to be on his side, never offending him, giving him what he wants. But if Bloods didn't get what he wants, he'd kill for it. Spot heard about the poor old Leader of Bronx before Bloods.
Also, it was a known legend the way Bloods got him name. He was always the first to draw blood, and didn't stop till he knew you got what you deserved. Spot never fought him, so he didn't know if he could draw blood first, and could come out winning. But he wasn't planning on finding out. Bloods was altogether down right nasty.
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"So how many of us are goin, Spot?" one of the newsies asked.
All of the Brooklyn newsies were rounded up at the docks by their lodge house. All were waiting for Spot to tell them what to do. Spot stood in front of them with his arm around Kayla. She looked up at him also, waiting, with her arm around his waist. He was looking at them all, wondering if anything bad was going to happen today. Spot swallowed, and stood straighter, pulling Kayla closer to his side.
"All of us. We all take our slingshots. I don't want us to be unprepared for anything. We can't trust any of those Bronx's. So keep your eyes open. Don't start anything with them; it'll just be an excuse for them to begin something. Ya'll let me do the talkin; we don't want to offend them. Ya all hear what I'm sayin?"
Everyone nodded. Spot was using his commanding tone; the one that told everyone not to screw up or they would regret it. "Then do it!" He looked at them with fierce grey blue eyes, making sure they all knew to understand and not to defy him. They all looked back, nodding, waiting for him to say more. Spot nodded once and said, "Alright, lets go."
They all began moving out. Spot motioned over to Meow. She walked over, gave Kayla a glance, looking away disgusted. Spot growled and said, "Meow, I want you to lead for now. I'll be up there in a little while." She nodded and walked up to the front. Spot and Kayla waited till everyone one was aways up and began walking.
"What are ya thinking about this?" Kayla asked Spot, looking up at him. He squeezed her once, then let go, grabbing her hand so they could walk freely.
"I don't like it. I don't want my newsies to be there but they got to go." He heaved a tired sigh and explained, "This Bloods, I don't trust him, and I know he's gonna start something today. I know it."
He looked over at her and said softly, "I want you especially to be careful today. I know, I know you can handles yourself, don't give me that look, but I still want you to be.
"You're gonna be up there with me in front of him since you're my goil and everything. Usually I don't bring them with me, but you're a newsie, and you know what your doin, so I don't need to hide you. But I know Blood will still want to do something to you, since you're mine and very much so damn beautiful."
Spot laughed at her look and grabbed the punch she threw. He pulled her close with that hand, wrapping his arms around her. Kayla's arms were caught between her chest and his. She looked up and he looked back at her. Spot brought his lips down to hers, and she met half way. He kissed her slowly, taking his time. Kayla pulled her arms out of their restraints and gradually wrapped them around his neck. Spot rubbed one of his hands up and down her side, winning a moan from Kayla.
Kayla buried her fingers in his hair, playing with them lightly. Spot slipped his other hands in her shirt, delicately rubbing her back. He needed more though. He licked her lips, pleading for entrance. Kayla must of felt the same way, for she plunged into Spot's mouth also. The gentleness was gone from the kiss; it was the way the two wanted it. They required, no needed more, clinging on to the other.
After awhile, the two slowly broke away. Gradually opening their eyes, but didn't move away from each other. Their breathing was worn out; their body's trying to get it back to normal. They both stared at each other, and Spot finally said, nodding his head, "We'll, um, we'll get together soon, just the two of us. I think we'd need it after today and tonight."
Kayla nodded also but then look confused. "Tonight? What's gonna happen tonight?"
Spot smiled and began delicately rubbing her cheek with the back of his hand. "Tonight, all the newsies, well except Bronx, they never allowed to come. Well we newsies are goin' to Medda's. Its gonna be another one of our party's and you're comin with me."
Kayla smiled and said, "Oh am I now? Well, what if I said I already have a date lined up?"
Spot frowned. "I'd say you'd have one hell of a beaten up guy at your door."
Kayla laughed. "What time do we need to be there?"
"We go there right after the meeting. And I'm gonna be announcin' you mine, so all them boys will know the new newsie is off limits."
Kayla smiled, "My, my aren't we the jealousy type."
"Well, when it comes to you, no one can be but watchful."
"Oh and we got the sweet type with us also." Kayla laughed but was stopped when Spot pressed his lips to hers. She sighed, knowing she was lucky she had someone like Spot. But when he tried to pull away, she whispered, "No." and pulled him back.
They continued on like this for a while then broke apart. They both smiled at each other but then Kayla looked confused, "Wait, weren't we supposed to keep us a secret?"
Spot laughed, "Your so cute when you get confused. Your face gets all scrunched up and your sexy lips do a certain pout. Its so adorable- Ow!" he rubbed his left arm that Kayla had punched. He laughed even harder, "Hey pretty face, I was givin' ya a compliment. When a guy does that, the goil is supposed to get all mushy and return the favor by kissin' him."
Kayla's smirked was wiped off and she laughed. "Sure thing! I'll remember that next time Mr. Ego!"
"Ha ha." Spot said with mock enthusiasm. "I said to keep it's a secret so ya wouldn't blab."
"I don't blab."
"And so then I could tell all the newsies at once your mine."
Kayla gulped. "Yous mean, like ya go up there and um, ya tell them then?"
Spot smiled, "Yea."
"And, um, I'll be in the audience while you tell them. OK, I can do this then."
Spot laughed, "No, ya'll be up there with me, so they can see how pretty ya are and who ya are."
Kayla laughed nervously and asked, "Do I got to go up there? I mean wouldn't it be better if I was..."
Spot laughed again. He draped his arm around her shoulders pulling her along behind the others, while she muttered excuses.
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All the Brooklyn newsies were scattered in front of the warehouse. They waited, looking around nervously, trying to prepare themselves for what was to come. Hopefully Bronx's was tired today and didn't do anything. Probably not, for it was a known fact Bloods was an idiot.
Spot and Kayla walked to the front of the group by the door. Kayla was still in Spots arm, close to him as possible. She didn't mind it if she was or wasn't but Spot wanted her there, and so she wasn't complaining.
Spot looked around him again and nodded, "Remember what I said." He let go of Kayla, turning around and opening the huge sliding doors with both hands. He motioned for Kayla and she returned to his side and Meow was summoned to his other side.
Kayla and Spot had the same look on their faces. Emotionless faces that were still able to look strong and beautiful. The look showed that they meant business and if anything was started, they'd be sure to finish it. Spots left arm was over her shoulder comfortably and Kayla's right arm was snuggly around his side. Their free arms swung back and forth, while Spots hand held his famous cane although Kayla's was clenched. They stared straight ahead, while their newsies, who had the same looks on as their leaders, looked around them, sizing up the Bronx.
They were strewn across the warehouse, taking up their spots on crates and boxes in front of Brooklyn, Bronx wasn't any bigger than Brooklyn, Spot always made sure everyone was fit and strong, but wasn't any smaller in size. They all were dressed as Brooklyn, wearing newsie attire. Most of them had clubs but more had chains. That was another ruling Bloods broke. Though Spot wasn't going to be the first and call him on it.
Spot still smirked though. If he had been any other territory walking toward Bronx, Bloods wouldn't have brought chains. No matter how good he was, Bloods was still afraid of them, for Brooklyn was known to be as good with clubs as with bare hands.
Blood stood straight ahead of them. He had one leg on a crate with his left arm leaning on it. His other arm held his cigarette in his mouth. A chain was hanging out of his right pocket while a club was placed against the crate. He had two guys on either side of him, with their arms folded looking buff and mean. Most likely body guards.
Kayla couldn't really see his face for it was looking down to the side. She could tell though he had dark brown hair, almost black, that was styled like Spot's. Long till the ears, and was brushed back, slightly parted on the side. He had a nice build, with strong arms under the folded up sleeves that belonged to a deep rich blue shirt. He was tanned, showing he had spent his day out in the sun.
When they were about 10 feet back he finally looked up, Kayla quietly gasped. He was handsome. Well he could have been if it wasn't for the scar down the right side of his face. But still nonetheless you could tell he was cute. He was as tall as Spot and had the same face as him on.
Bloods took out his cigarette, throwing it to the ground and grinding it to the dirt with his foot. He looked at Spot but then looked at Kayla. Kayla couldn't stand him, staring at her for he had eyes exactly like Spots but were green. They were a deep rich green. So she frowned at him and rolled her eyes. He smirked and looked back at Spot. As he did so, Kayla inwardly shivered. She didn't like how closely Spot and Bloods resembled each other. It was as if Bloods was dark and Spot was light, but altogether both were lethal.
"Hiya Spot? How's Brooklyn been these days?" Bloods said with mock pleasantry.
Spot grinned inwardly. Good. he thought. They weren't going to act as if they liked each other.
"Real good. Now can we gets on to business? I got plans."
Bloods laughed and pointed to Kayla, "What? Goin out and screwin anudder on of your new goils?"
Kayla growled and trying moving forward but Spot held her back. He wrapped his arms around her chest, holding her arms in restraint. What was with people always saying that when they saw them together? Spot obviously wasn't that way, or at least wasn't anymore.
Kayla narrowed her eyes and said, "Well at least he has a goil." His grin was instantly wiped off. Some of Brooklyn and Bronx newsies laughed lightly. Bloods looked back at his own newsboys, glaring at them all and they stopped instantly.
Bloods was about to say something but Spot interrupted him. "Bloods, why don't I introduce you to my goil. She's Duchess and has a mind of her own. Pretty face this is Bloods, the leader of Bronx." He slowly let go of her and stepped up by her side again.
Bloods glared at Kayla while she glared back. Everyone was quiet, waiting for what was going to happen next. Bloods cracked his knuckles giving Kayla a withering look and said, "Well hullo Duchess. I don't like bein made fun of, so yer gonna have to learn a lesson."
Spot moved in front of Kayla when she launched herself forward. "I don't thinks so Bloods," he said through clenched teeth, "You lay one finger on her, you're gonna have all of Brooklyn, Manhattan and everyone else at your back goin after ya."
"Ahh, someone has a soft spot for the pretty thing," Blood said while laughing. "Why, I'd never hurt Duchess, we'd just have a fun time teaching her some manners."
Kayla growled even louder and said, "You asshole, don't ever think you have the right to say my name again."
Now most of all the newsies laughed. No girl had ever been this "outgoing" in front of Bloods. Who, at the moment, looked like he was going to kill. He strode forward to them, close enough to touch and stared at Kayla.
"Tsk, tsk. Not a smart thing to do, making The Bronx mad. Not a smart thing at all."
Kayla moved herself out from behind Spot. He reached for her, holding her right wrist, making sure he would be able to pull her out of harms way if anything happened. Kayla looked right up into Bloods eyes, only inches from it and glared.
"Oh, get over your self Mr. Bronx. You're not all that great and powerful. You're just an ugly looking dog having rats do your work for you."
Everyone gasped. Now everyone was sure they never saw a girl do that before. There wasn't a sound in the warehouse except for Kayla's and Bloods breathing, for both was ragged and short. Most of Bronx and even Brooklyn had expected Bloods to attack her, but he stayed where he was, staring back.
Bloods muttered 'Bitch' under his breath, raising his fist slightly but then stopped. An idea came to his mind. He grinned, knowing a way to make this Duchess even more mad. He unclenched his fists, smirking, and waited till she would least expect it.
He just stood there.
What the hell is the matter with him? Kayla thought. She had at least predicted a very solid hand in her eye by now but he just stood there.
But then Bloods pulled Kayla close and kissed her hard. Kayla fought away and punched him hard in the face. Everyone had jumped up shocked and Spot pulled Kayla away 5 feet, away from the stumbling Bloods.
Kayla tried to get out of Spot's arms jumping up and down glaring at Bloods. "Who the hell do ya think ya are? Asshole! Don't ya ever touch me again, ya hear? I'll come after ya myself! Dirty Bastard-"
Bloods then looked up. His cheek was already a little purple though his eyes were wide and bloodshot. Kayla gasped. Bloods looked like he was going to charge her and kill her repeatedly, if the fates allowed.
Spot grabbed Meow, who was standing near by and said, "Hold her, make sure she doesn't move." He then shoved Kayla into Meows arms gently and started walking towards Blood. Meow pulled Kayla away towards the back, who was still frantically trying to get back at Bloods. Meow soothingly told her, "Duchess, Duchess, stop. Stop! Spot's gonna handle it now. He wont let Bloods get away wit it. Calm down."
Kayla stopped grew silent and looked at Meow. She nodded and whispered "Alright." They both looked over to Spot and Bloods.
Spot grabbed Bloods left arm and roughly pulled him up. "Who the hell do you think you are kissin my goil?" He then hit Bloods in the eye, same one Kayla hit. Bloods staggered and almost fell, but came up and hit Spot in the stomach. Spot, himself, almost fell. He turned his head sharply, looking up at Bloods.
"She ain't yours, and she ain't never gonna be!" Spot lunged forward, tackling Bloods. They rolled around for awhile until Spot sat on top of him and repeatedly hit Bloods over and over again in the face. Bloods had punched Spot a few times in his arms; numbingly them almost till Spot couldn't use them. Bloods tried, but couldn't get anywhere near Spot's face. Spot wasn't letting him recover and punched him in the nose. Bloods fell silent and stopped hitting and didn't move. Spot brought himself to his hands and knees and got up, kicking Bloods in the process. "Ya ever, ya ever touch my goil again, I'll kill ya!" With one last hit, Spot kicked him in the side.
Spot looked up and pointed at all the Bronx newsies with his clenched fist on his side, leaning forward slightly. "None of ya do what your stupid leader did. If he starts anything or says anything more, this is war! You guys think about that and see if ya want the same outcome as your Leader here," Spot said pointing down at the conscious Bloods.
"Ya all hear? Ya try anything on any of my newsies, ya'll regret and ya'll lose. For if your leader was a truly great Leader, then why wasn't he able ta get up and fight back?" Spot questioned. He looked back disgusted at Bloods and kicked him again on the side and turned away.
Kayla whispered thanks to Meow and walked over to Spot who hugged her and asked if she was all right. She said she was, but Spot kissed her, making sure she was, using his own method on his own account.
Once they stopped, Spot wrapped an arm around Kayla's waist and without looking back called, "Be careful what ya decide Bronx, or Brooklyn will be back." To his newsies he said,
"Come on, lets go to Medda's, boys."
They all began walking out, glancing back once at the Bronx, and disappeared into docks.
The Bronx newsies began filing out of the warehouse, looking down disgusted at their leader. Bloods was finally recovering and slowly got up. He looked around and realized Brooklyn was gone. He looked at his retreating newsies and called, "Where's Spot?" No one answered and so he yelled, "Where is Brooklyn!?! Answer me!"
One newsie looked back and said angrily, "Spot kicked your ass. He said they'd come after you again if you do something like that and it'd be war." With that said he left also among the other newsies. Bloods stood still waiting for the Newsies to leave, taking short and ragged breathes.
When Bloods was by himself, he threw his hands up to the sky and yelled. After he calmed down, Bloods whispered to the stillness of the warehouse,
"He'll pay. And I know just how to get to him."
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