Author note: Okay, so, here's this chapter, hope you enjoy!
"I have to go out to the market," I told Spot who sat on the couch, cradling Makenna in his arms.
"Want me ta come with youse?" Spot asked, glancing up at me.
"No," I said plainly. "I need you to stay here and watch Makenna." Today was Spot's day off, and let me tell you, he was overly excited about it.
"Are youse sure?" Spot asked. "I mean, 'cause youse might get hoit." I rolled my eyes and turned to my husband.
"I'm positive," I said. Spot grinned as I grabbed my apartment key and a few dollars.
"Bye," Spot called after me.
I walked down the streets of Brooklyn, a very brave thing to do, but hey, I was the wife of the leader of Brooklyn. I grinned to myself and felt a breeze brush my hair out of my face.
The market was crowded, as usual, so it took me a great deal of time to buy what I needed.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion at some of the odd looking food these people tried to sell. I ignored them and grabbed the more familiar fruits and vegetables.
As I bought the things I needed, I could feel someone watching me. I looked around at the many people around me, but couldn't see anyone interested in watching me. I bit my lip and continued buying food.
I quickly finished shopping and started my journey home, greeting people on the side of the streets. Okay, maybe I should've let Spot accompany me.
I glanced behind me to see if someone was following me, and once I did I ran into someone.
"Oh, excuse me," I muttered. I then looked up and nearly fainted at who I saw. I backed up.
"Well, well, well," Lance said, stepping forward. "What do we have here?" I dropped the basket of food and turned to run. He grabbed my arm roughly and dragged me into the alley.
I let out a few screams in hopes of someone coming to save me, but they weren't. I was pushed forcefully against the wall as Lance blocked my only way out by pressing his body to mine.
"Mrs. Conlon," he said coolly. "Doesn't quite suit ya." I glared up at him and tried pushing him away, but he was much bigger than my little form.
"Get away from me!" I growled.
"I don't think so," Lance whispered. "I have some things I need ta talk to yer husband 'bout. Can ya tell me where he is?"
"Never!" I snapped. I whimpered as he ran his hand up my thigh and then grabbed my arm tightly.
"Let's try dis again," Lance said. "Where's yer husband woman?" I narrowed my eyes as he breathed in my face.
"Burn in hell!" I said. Lance wasn't satisfied with that answer and pushed his body closer to mine. I struggled under his weight and let out a gasp for air. I could feel Lance's breath on my neck as he spoke.
"I have no business with youse, only with yer husband, so if you'd be kind enough to tell me where he is then I'll let youse be on yer way," he whispered angrily.
"I'd rather jump off the bridge!" I hissed. Lance growled in frustration and ran his fingers along my collarbone.
"I know you'd rather be somewhere else, Sage, but I really need yer help." I rolled my eyes and whimpered as he slammed his body into mine once more.
"Okay, okay," I said out of breath. "He's in Bronx, visiting with a friend of his!" Lance laughed and released me a little bit, but wouldn't let go.
"Now dat's a good goil," he said in my ear. I closed my eyes and held in my tears of fear.
"Let me go," I demanded. But, to my horror, Lance didn't let me go. He pushed me into the brick wall once more by my shoulders and met my eyes.
"And let youse get a head start ta warn him?" he said. "I think not." The taste of his lips was grotesque as he kissed me roughly. I made a screaming sound in my throat as I pushed on his chest, but he wouldn't move.
His hands roamed my body with curiosity, and I felt disgusted chills run up and down my spine. After Lance had nowhere else to touch he pulled away with a sly grin. In one swift motion he pushed me to the ground and spit right beside me.
"Youse should really consider comin ta Harlem with da way youse kiss," he said. I coughed wildly for air and looked up at him.
"You dirty bastard!" I screamed. Lance chuckled and squatted down beside me. He grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at him, my face merely inches from his own.
"Yer husband ain't got long to live, darlin, so youse might wanna go ahead and say yer goodbyes. Maybe come over to Harlem sometime? My boys will really like ya," Lance said to me.
"If you hurt him-"
"Oh, what are youse gonna do?" Lance cut me off. I licked at my lips and Lance pushed me away and quickly left the alleyway. I groaned and shuddered from his touch. I felt so naked that it wasn't even funny, and more insecure than ever.
I wiped away my tears and struggled to my feet, my skirt coated in dirt. I sniffed and swatted at the dirt, and got most of it off. I leaned against the wall momentarily to recover my balance, fearing that Lance would come back and touch me again.
Once I was sure it was safe to leave I cautiously left the alleyway, not even caring about the food I had bought. I had to get to Spot, just to make sure he's safe.
The memory of Lance sexually harassing me played over and over again in my mind. I looked around me as I climbed the stairs of the apartment building until I finally came upon my floor.
I wiped at my eyes as I shuffled to mine and Spot's apartment and put the key into the hole. I pushed on the door and entered the apartment, and leaned on the door once I shut it.
Spot emerged out of the bedroom, babyless, and stared wide-eyed at my condition.
"Sage!" he exclaimed, running up to me. I looked away from him as he touched my shoulder and quickly tensed up. Spot immediately pulled his hand away in confusion as I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.
Spot took a seat beside me, worry in his once joyful eyes.
"Lance is looking for you," I said in a whisper, holding back the urge to cry in his arms. Spot's eyes turned cold.
"Youse saw him?" he asked. I licked at my lips and wrapped my arms around me.
"Yeah," I said. "I told him you were in Bronx visiting with a friend, and he said you didn't have long to live." I glanced at Spot to see a look of hatred on his face.
"Did he hoit youse?" he asked, not even caring about what I just told him.
"Huh?" I asked, not wanting to answer his question. Spot narrowed his eyes and glanced at the bedroom door.
"What did he do?" I closed my eyes and wiped at a tear.
"I'm going to bed," I said, rising from the couch.
"Tell me, Sage!" Spot shouted, jumping to his feet and grabbing my arm. I instantly pulled away.
"Don't touch me!" I shouted back. Spot flinched in surprise, but soon got over it and stepped closer to me.
"He touched youse, didn't he?" he asked. I didn't reply. "Didn't he?" When I didn't answer Spot turned around and punched the wall, already knowing the answer. He leaned his head against the wall as Makenna's crying echoed throughout the apartment.
"I'm going to kill 'im!" he said in a terrifyingly deadly voice. I took in a deep breath and slowly let it out.
"He's up to something, Spot," I spoke up. "And I think he's going to…hurt you." Spot pushed off of the wall and seemed to be breathing heavily.
"He can't hoit me 'cause I'm gonna kill 'im! I swear I'm gonna kill 'im! And if I don't kill 'im…den I'm gonna kill 'im! And, if he don't die, den I'm gonna throw him off my damn bridge! And if dat don't kill 'im, den I'm gonna…I'm gonna…" Spot growled in anger and pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back, not so much as scared anymore as Makenna's crying increased.
"He's dead," Spot whispered. I pulled away from him and walked into the bedroom, trying not to start up a fight. I leaned over the crib and picked my daughter up. She seemed to ease down a bit once I gave her attention, and carried her out into the living room.
"Are you going to talk to Jack?" I asked. "Because once Lance finds out you're not in Bronx, then he's coming back here."
"Oh he ain't gettin back in Brooklyn! I'm gonna have my spies everywhere! He ain't gonna survive in Brooklyn." Spot told me. I kissed Makenna's forehead as she stopped crying, and stared up at me with her beautiful blue eyes.
"There is just too much to handle," I said. Spot turned to me and stared at me for a moment.
"Right now I'm jus' tryin ta raise my daughter. Neither of us can handle dis Harlem crap, or yer…yer…yer uncle's crap!" I nodded in agreement and watched as Spot sat down beside me on the couch and leaned back.
He looked down at Makenna and smiled.
"I don't want 'er ta grow up like me," Spot suddenly said. "She can't handle da weight of Brooklyn, it's too stressful." I smiled and leaned on Spot as he took his baby in his arms.
"She'll grow up just fine, Spot. She has a great father," I said, closing my eyes.
"Yeah, and a great mother." Spot kissed my temple as the three of us sat there in silence, not knowing what path to take.
Next Chapter: Everything goes crazy when Makenna is kidnapped, and Sage and Spot aren't sure if it was Harlem or her uncle's doing. What has the world come to?
Author note: Well, the story is slowly coming to an end because I have another story to start writing! Whoohoo! Well, I hope you liked this one. LONG LIVE SPOT, SAGE AND MAKENNA!