Chapter 5
Spot started to walk down the hall when he saw Tracker and Coil coming towards him.
"You'se gotta get rid of 'er." Coil told him bluntly. "She's killin' Brooklyn. She's playin' ya."
"It's true!" Tracker agreed.
"She's four, how can she play da one and only Spot Conlon?"
"Not da kid, Fire." Coil said with a laugh.
"WHAT?!" Spot shouted angrily.
"Da goil be playin' ya! We saw 'er wit Slim from da Bronx." Tracker explained.
"Dis is da last ting I need right now!" Spot fumed. "I'se get rid of 'er, tanight!"
"Oh ya… you'se need ta do something wit da kid too." Coil told Spot. "She's makin' ya look weak. Plus no goil wants a man wit a kid."
"True dat!" Tracker agreed.
"You'se right… I know you'se right." Spot announced. "I'se can't just put 'er out though… dat 'ill make me look like I can't handle something… and I'se can handle anyting dat comes me way."
A second later there was a scream coming from Spot's room. Spot, Coil and Tracker ran back there knowing it was Vivien.
"MOMMY! MOMMY!" Vivien screamed as they ran into the room. When she saw them she stopped screaming Mommy and started screaming Daddy. Spot ran over to the bed.
"What's wrong?" He said out of breath.
"I had a bad dream…" Vivien wailed. "I want my Mommy!"
"You'se Mommy ain't 'ere kid." Coil told her. Spot turned and glared at Coil.
"It's ok Daddy's 'ere, Vivi." Spot comforted her.
"Daddy? Are you my Daddy?" Vivien asked.
"Yeah… I guess I am Vivi." Spot decided. Coil and Tracker turned and looked at each other in shock. Spot Conlon now had no way of getting rid of Vivien, and they knew it. "Hey, you'se two watch 'er. I'se gotta go take care of me flame wit Fire." Spot told them then left the room.