"Thanks." I said grateful to Spot.

"No prob." Spot grinned.

"Whudd ye say te Scott?"

"Nuttin really."

"Hey Ang! Yer back!" Kevin yelled running up to me.

"Quit de act. I knew whucha did. Thanks." I whispered in his ear.

"Did ye have fun in Brooklyn?" Race asked following Kevin in.

"Yea I guess ye could say I did." I smirked. "Ye didn't teach im how te play poker did ye?"

"Naw not yet." he joked messing Kevin's hair. "So whudd wit yer brodda?"

"He's mad." I said stating the obvious.

"But he told me he wasn't." a worried looked crossed Kevin's face.

"Don't worry I'm fine. Promise." I said quickly.

"So Kevin did ye have fun sellin wit Jacky-Boy?" Spot asked trying to help.

"Yea!" Kevin reached into his pocket. "Look Ang! I got some money!"

Just then Jack and Frit walked back into the restaurant. "Heya Cowboy!" Race said as he greeted Jack.

"Ey Race! How was it dat de tracks?" Jack asked.

"Not so good."

"So Jacky-boy, bout Christina?" Spot asked.

"Well she's single ain't she?" Jack asked.

"I ain't surre bout dat. Why, whudd happened te you an Sarah?"

"Oh no. I'm askin fer a friend. Hey ye might not wanna just go an show yer money te everyone like dat." Jack said to Kevin.

"I was just showin Ang our money." Kevin said very confused.

"Well ye might not wanna just show it like dat out in de open. Someone might see yer money an want it." Jack said pushing the money back in Kevin's pocket.

"But-"

"Yea ye know he's right." Race added.

"It's ok Kevin. Ye can show me lata." I assured him.

"Well yea but-"

"Ok den lata." I said messing his hair. "Jack, whudd Scott say?"

"He just wants us te get ye back te Medda's alright." Jack answered. "Oh I fergot ye didn't meet de rest of de guys. Hey fellas come 'ere. Dis is Skittery, Dutchy, Bumlets, Snoddy, Pie-eater, Specs, and Snipe-shooter. Snipe-shooter and Sharpshooter are broddas."

Spot and Jack wanted to go for a poker game after we had eaten with Race. Race decided to invite Kevin and I didn't trust Kevin with Race at all so I went too.

"So where's de poka game?" Kevin asked curiously.

"It's in Harlem." Race answered.

"Wait ain't it dangerous goin derre? Mebe we shouldn't go." I said to Kevin.

"Can we go? Please?" Kevin begged.

"We won't let nobody hoit ye." Spot said confidently. "Besides Chain knows we're comin an made surre nona de gangs gonna jump us."

"Well if yer surre." I answered worrying.

"Yea trust me." Spot smiled.

"So do I get te play too?" Kevin asked eagerly.

"Ah we'll see bout dat." Race said lighting a cigar.

"Oh no ye don't. Ye betta not let im play Racetrack!" I warned taking his cigar. "An don't smoke round im, yer bein a bad influence."

"Hey but dats mah cigar!" Race wined trying to snatch it back.

"Ye might wanna give it back te im Angel." Jack warned.

"I don't think so, ye take in te de tracks an now yer smoking round im." I said dropping the cigar. "Not te mention takin im te a poka game." Then stomped on it.

"Ok ye gots a good point, just next time don't take it out on mah cigar." Race said grudgingly.

"I might not have te." I said satisfied. "We ain't gonna be out long are we? I can't be out to late."

"Well we won't be back fer a while why," Spot asked side glancing me a grin. "Is Scott gonna get angry?"

"Mebe." I smirked. "An don't gimme dat Spot Conlon grin!"

Spot changed his expression from a grin to a frown. "Don'tcha like me?" he asked giving me a puppy dog face.

"Heya Spot ye might wanna stop doin dat! I think yer gonna scare her off!" Jack said slapping my back.

"I thought it was funny." Kevin laughed