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Audience P.O.V
Spot opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. He yawned as he rose from the bed, remembering he didn't have work today, so he figured he'd go sell some papes.
He walked into the washroom and splashed his face with water. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. There were dark circles under his eyes, and he wore a slight frown. Why did he look so down?
He washed up as quickly as he could and lazily pulled on his clothes, accompanied by his cap and apartment key.
Spot walked back into his and Sage's bedroom, and stared at his wife for a minute. She slept soundlessly, a peaceful look upon her angelic face. Her large circled stomach made Spot smile to himself, excited about becoming a father in just a few more months. It took him awhile to finally like the fact that Sage was pregnant, and now he couldn't wait until the baby was born.
But for some reason, Spot still felt a bit down. Everything was going perfectly, right?
Spot sighed to himself as he grabbed his cane and wrote Sage a note, telling her that he was selling. He then left the small apartment and walked out into the hallway.
After he shut the door and turned around, he nearly jumped three feet into the air.
"Hey Spot!" Casey Thompson greeted the Brooklyn leader. Spot sneered and walked right past her for the staircase. "Wait up!" she called, running after him.
"Get lost," Spot told her, sending her a dirty look.
"Oh come on, you know you don't mean that. You want me, don't ya?" Casey said more than asked. Spot chuckled and turned towards the twenty-year-old girl.
"Why don't youse go stick yer head in da toilet?" Spot said. Casey giggled and playfully pushed Spot's shoulder.
"I'll do anything for you," she said all giddily. Spot rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"What do ya want?" he asked her. Casey stepped closer to Spot and played with his collar.
"You know what I want," she said seductively. Spot sent her a fake smile, and decided to play along, and twisted his wedding ringon his finger.
"Oh?" he said. "And what would that be?"
"Come to my room and I'll show you," she said, winking.
"Oh, I see," Spot said, winking back. A grin played across Casey's face as she ran her fingers down Spot's chest.
"I'm glad we see eye to eye," she said, touching him in various places.
"Yeah," Spot said, licking at the dryness of his lips. "So, why don't we get started?"
"Okay," Casey said shyly. Spot leaned into her and brought his lips to her ear.
"I'm married," he whispered. Casey's mouth dropped open, and her eyes grew large.
"What?" she said. Spot stepped away from her and held up his left hand to show off his wedding ring.
"I'm married," he repeated. He grinned at the dumbfounded look upon Casey's face.
"You mean that pregnant girl living with you is your wife?" she asked. Spot nodded proudly. Casey narrowed hereyes and brought her hand back to slap him. Spot caught her arm, staring icily down at her.
"Youse obviously don't know who yer dealin with," Spot said in a deadly tone. Casey smirked.
"Oh well, it's alright that you're married, we can still mess around," she said. Spot let go of her arm and rolled his eyes.
"For da last damn time ya whore, I ain't gonna sleep with ya!" Without looking back Spot walked down the stairway and out of the building, fuming. The girl just wouldn't give up!
He walked in an easy pace down the street to the fixed up Lodging House. Wades finally got around and had the old one rebuilt, and it looked better.
Spot entered his territory, and got many greetings from his boys.
"Hey Spot, what brings ya back?" Dice asked, walking up to his leader.
"Heya Dice," Spot greeted him, spit shaking. "Jus' comin ta sell dis mornin. Ain't got nothin ta do."
"Oh," Dice said, grinning. "How's Sage?" Spot sighed and pulled his cane out of his belt loop.
"She's doin good," he said.
"Uh oh," Dice said. "Youse sighed; what's wrong?"
"Nothin," Spot lied, sitting in a chair. Dice sat in the one beside him, eager to see what brought his leader down.
"Youse is good at lyin Spot, but not dat good." Spot raised his eyebrows, astounded that Dice would talk to him in such a way. Dice realized what he had said. "Oh, uh, sorry," he muttered.
"Don't worry 'bout," Spot said. "Yer right; I ain't who I use ta be."
"Care ta tell?" Dice asked. Spot stared at him for a minute.
"Wish I could," he said. "But I don't even know da answer."
After a short talk with Dice, Spot headed out towards the distribution center, his mind clouding over. He bought less papes than usual, and stood numbly at his selling spot. Everything changed, but for the better, right?
He called out a few 'headlines' and watched as a couple of men walked by, all dressed in suits. Was he going to end up like that?
Spot shrugged off the thought and continued to sell. A strange looking man approached him, wearing a long raincoat, and had a scruffy looking beard. His eyes were dull, and he looked as if he were almost drunk.
"Hello there, son," he said, his voice slurred. "I wanna buy a paper."
Spot shrugged and held out one of his papes to him, and the man snatched it away. Instead of pulling out a penny, the man pulled out a pistol, and pointed it straight at the Brooklyn leader's head.
Spot stepped back once and stared wide eyed at the man. Whoa, whoa, whoa! This can't happen right now! He had a kid on the way!
"I want all your money!" the man said. "Or I'll shoot ya!" Spot took in a slow, sharp breath and coolly reached into his pocket, pulling out twenty cent. The man quickly snatched it away, but still held the gun at Spot's head.
"Spot Conlon, right?" the man asked. Spot flinched, a bit surprised that a man his age knew who he was. Spot nodded, staring directly at the gun.
"Yeah," he muttered. The man laughed slightly, sounding a bit congested.
"I believe my boss hired me to rid of you," the man said. Spot felt fear rise into him – actual fear!
"And who's yer boss?" Spot asked. The man narrowed his eyes and chuckled.
"A relative of yours – an in-law I think," the man told him. Spot's heart stopped beating. The only in-law that he knew he had was Sage's uncle.
"And who is dat?" Spot asked, wanting to make sure.
"His names Daniel Hutch," the man said. Spot furrowed his eyebrows. Okay, it wasn't Sage's uncle, but whom? The man chuckled and cocked the trigger. Without thinking Spot leapt forward and grabbed the man's arm.
The trigger was pulled, and a scream could be heard to Manhattan and back. Spot stumbled backwards and stared terrified at a man lying on a ground, his wife screaming in horror.
The man holding the gun sent a death glare to Spot before taking off in the other direction from the crime scene. Spot swallowed to relieve the dryness of his throat as he began to step backwards as people surrounded the man lying on the ground.
Did Spot just kill someone?
Normal P.O.V
I walked out of our apartment and down the hallway. I slowly walked down the steps so I wouldn't trip and get hurt.
I walked out of the building, taking in the beautiful day. Just as I began walking, a scream pierced my ears, and many people stopped in their tracks. I furrowed my eyebrows, and then realized that the screaming was coming from the direction Spot usually sold at.
I began to walk quickly towards the screaming, and quickened my pace when the screaming continued.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a dead man laying on the sidewalk, a woman screaming and crying at his side. A few yards ahead was Spot, staring wide eyed at the scene.
"Spot!" I called, walking towards him. Before I could get any closer Spot took off down the street away from me. I blinked a few times, and quickened my pace. That dumbass, why did he run? He knows I can't run while I'm pregnant!
I walked throughout Brooklyn – some of it – and couldn't find Spot anywhere.
I was tired, and sat down on one of the many benches. I tried to catch my breath. It wasn't easy to walk all over Brooklyn with a huge belly.
I was starting to ease down.
"Don't move!" came a voice from behind me. I jumped up and turned around, watching as a man walked out of the alley, holding a gun in his hand. The dead man came back to mind. This had to be the man who shot him. I began to step back.
"I said don't move!" the man growled. I jumped slightly but stopped
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to hide my fear.
"I was hired by Daniel Hutch to kill ya!" he said. Daniel Hutch? Who in the fuck was Daniel Hutch?
"What business does he have with me?" I asked.
"Shut up!" the man exclaimed. "Stop talking!" I closed my eyes shortly, and took in a deep breath and let it out. Damn it! All I wanted to do was see if my husband was okay!
The man cocked the trigger, an evil glint in his eyes.
"Say goodnight!" Before he pulled the trigger I ducked behind the bench and he shot the air. More gunshots were followed after that, luckily missing me.
The gunshots stopped and I heard the man struggling. I rose to my feet and watched as Spot beat the man to a bloody pulp in the alleyway.
Spot pushed the man forcefully against the wall, and held his cane at his neck.
"If youse ever mess with my family again den I'll kill ya!" he said threateningly. The man then ran away, his bullets all over the ground. Spot then turned his gaze to me, his chest moving rapidly.
"Spot?" I said worriedly. Spot lowered his head and wiped his face.
"Youse okay?" he asked, looking back up. I nodded and walked towards him. I touched his shoulder, but pulled away when I felt him tense up. I stepped back, shock written all over my face. Spot never tensed up to my touch.
Spot saw the shock in my eyes and sighed.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Spot please-" Spot held up his hand and shook his head.
"I'm sorry…"
Next Chapter: Spot and Sage's relationship hit the gutter, leaving them a bit confused, but when Sage is kidnapped, the two finally realize how much the other means to them.
Daniel Hutch makes his appearance.
Author note: I hope this chapter wasn't boring, or confusing. LONG LIVE SPOT AND SAGE!