Never Judge a Book
Chapter 6
I don't own a thing!
Here's another update for you guys! I'll probably update again reallllly soon, since i really do feel bad for waiting so long to update. Hope you guys forgive me :)
-Hiphopangel1221
"That guy practically shit his pants when you two approached him." Jack said, walking through the door. I let out a small smile.
"Thanks, Angel and Bobby. Maybe the Mercer men aren't all assholes." I joked.
"Fuck you," Bobby said. My phone began to go off on the night table.
"Hello," I answered.
"Hello, I'm calling for a Jennifer Daniels and the Mercer Familiy." The man said.
"Um, This is Jennifer." Turns out the guy is calling about the will, and we have to go see him tomorrow. I hung up my phone, and look at the boys.
"Who was that?" Jackie asked.
"Evelyn's lawyer, he wants to meet up with all of us tomorrow." I said, before walking back into the kitchen. I started putting the food away, when I noticed Bobby in the door frame.
"Need any help?" He asked.
"Nope, I'm good." I answered. "Thanks again for what you did back there."
"No problem," He said. As I continued to place food into the fridge, I notice he was still there. "I apologize for this morning," I looked up at me. Did Bobby Mercer actually apologize? Hell has frozen over.
"Um, It's okay; I guess I had to get up." I replied. What is he up to?
"You know Ma was always happy when you came over." He said, moving to the table. "It was like she had someone to help her around the house."
"Not like I really wanted to be home." I mumbled.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked.
"Nothing; I enjoyed Evelyns company." I said. I placed the 5 plates into the sink, and ran them in hot water. "Um, have you started looking for Evelyn's killer?" He shook his head.
"Nope, I don't know where to start." He said.
"Maybe we'll find something out tomorrow." I said.
"Yeah, Hopefully." He gets up from the table, and walks into the living room. I stop the water, and stare at the dishes. What is up with him?
After I finished washing dishes, I heard yelling coming from the living room.
"Loco Ono ain't staying in this house." Bobby yelled from the other room.
"Bobby! Cállate pendejo (Shut up Asshole)!" I quickly run into the living room.
"What's going on?" I yelled over the two. They both look at me, and then at each other.
"Well, Angel decided La Vida Loca is gonna stay here." I look at her.
"What's wrong with that?" I asked. He looked at me with a 'Really?' look. "You speak spanish?"
"Si," She said.
"Cómo te llamas? (What's your name?)"
"Me llamos Sophie.(My name is Sophie,)"
"Cuál es el problema? (What's the problem?)
"Bobby no me deja quedarme aquí, a pesar de que es la casa de Ángel también.(Bobby won't let me stay here, even though it's Angel's house too.)
"Stop with all this Spanish shit." Bobby hissed.
"Lo siento por el comportamiento de Bobby, que puede ser un pendejo a veces." (I'm sorry for Bobby's behavior, he can be an asshole sometimes.)
"Usted no tiene que decirme." (You don't have to tell me.) She replied.
"También es la época del mes, así que está un poco en el lado gruñón." (It's also his time of the month, so he's a little bit on the grumpy side.). We both let out a small snicker at my comment.
"What did you say to her?" Bobby asked.
"Girl talk,"
"Can we please just please talk about this?" Angel asked.
"No, we can't. Get La Vida Loca out of here." Bobby said. From there the two started arguing. I roll my eyes, and whistle. The two brothers look at me.
"Sophie, you're welcome to stay here."
"What?"
"Thank you, Jen." Angel said, hugging me. I push him away.
"No problem, but I don't want to hear no fucking sex noises going on. These walls are fucking thin, and the first time I hear that shit you're gone!" I said, harshly. Bobby looked at me, and huffed. "Really Bobby? It's not like one more person staying in this house is gonna kill us."
"It just might," He said, brushing past me.
The next day, I sat in between Jack and Jerry. He basically read off what was in her will, but it was hard to really pay attention since it's hard to believe she was gone.
"So how much do we get?" Jack asks. I guess Bobby was reading my mind because he smacked Jack upside his head.
"Really Jack?" I growled.
"It's just the contents of your mother's safety deposit box." The lawyer says "I'll let you go through it." I watch him as he walks away from the five of us. We all look at the box, and Bobby grabs it. He hands Jerry and Jack their birth certificates. He hands me a fat envelope with my name on it.
"What's this?"
"Hell if i know." Bobby said. I look at it, and finally put it in my bag.
"Aren't you gonna open it?" Jackie asked.
"Yeah, but not now." I said.
"Here it is." Bobby says, with some clip of money in his hand. Bobby began to divide the money into 4's. He hands Jerry one, Angel another, and places a pile in front of me. Wait, ME?
"What about me?" Jack asked. Bobby looked through the box and pulled out a necklace.
"Here you go, sweetheart. This will look nice on you." Bobby says. We all burst in laughter.
"Let's go. I got something I want to show y'all." Jerry said. As we walked out, I took the necklace from Jack and gave him the money. We both smiled and he wrapped his arm around me.
Jerry brought us to an abandoned building; a place where you'd see most crackheads located. This was his dream that he told me a about while ago. I look over and start laughing.
"Jack," Jack was peeing on the floor.
Oh, I'm sorry. Is this the master suite? Am I making the property value go down?" Jack asked. I shook my head lauging.
Later on that night!
I followed Bobby and Angel into the bar with Jerry and Jack not far behind. Bobby wanted a bar since we all need a drink.
"Johnny, bring us some shots for my brothers and the lovely lady."
"Coming right up," Johnny responded. We had two rounds of shots, and little Jackie is drunk.
"Jack drinks Jack, Jack drinks Jack, Jack drinks Jack." I let out a small chuckle, as I shook my head.
"Fucking lightweight." I said, before taking a sip of my beer.
"That's yo' brother." Jerry tells Bobby. Bobby just nods his head at the comment.
"Jack licks ass crack and ball sack."
"Jack doesn't lick ass crack and ball sack. Jack likes boobs. Jacks got fans. Jacks got a lot of fans." Jack replies. I shake my head, and pat his back .
"What's happenin' John?" Bobby asked, looking at the bartender..
"There's been rumors going around here that whoever killed your mom were a couple of gang bangers." he answered. We all look up at Johnny. I notice Jerry shake his head.
"Bobby No; Let the cops handle it."
"Why?" I asked. "Half the cops in this city are crooked or just plain retarded."
"Yeah, they wouldn't be able to find a damn whore house underground if they were to looking for a bust!" Jack added. The two brothers began to argue, and I look at Jackie. He looks as if he's about to tip over. I hand him my glass of water, and he takes a sip.
"You do whatever the hell you want. But don't come cryin' to me when one of ya get shot! And Jen." I look up at him once he said my name. "I'm suprised at you."
"Jerry, You sit here and say wait for the cops to handle it. The cops aren't gonna do shit about it, but throw it out. If we want to have justice, we have to do it ourselves."
"Well said." Bobby said. Jerry shook his head, and walked out the bar.
We crowd around the trunk of Bobby's car. He popped it open, and looked at Angel.
"You got any fire on ya?"
"Naw man, security and shit at the airport." Angel answered. Bobby let out a sigh, and pulled a cloth from the trunk.
"Man, be careful with this, this is my baby." He removed the cloth and there was a gun. Angel took it, and cocked it. "That's loaded, little brother; You carry the gas." He hands Jack the red gas can.
"We're gonna do the gas thing?"
"Yeah, we're gonna do the gas thing." Bobby mocked. I roll my eyes, as I hugged my body. Bobby grabs a shot gun and two flashlights, handing one to Angel. Before Bobby closes his trunk, however, Jack stops him.
"Whoa, don't I get a weapon?" Bobby looks at Jack the at me. He reaches in and hands him a crowbar.
""Here ya go sweetheart, and-"
"I don't need one, I've got my own." I reached into my boot, and pulled out my 9mm.
"Where and Why do you have a gun?" Angel asked.
" I know a guy, and it's for self defense." I said.
"Defense from what?"
"This is detriot, do you really have to ask?" I said. They both shrugged. "Can we go now?"
"Let's do this," Bobby said, closing his trunk. We walked into the building with Bobby leading us. The two brothers flash lights.
"Detroit Police! Everyone freeze!" They yelled. I could here the chaos going on inside the place. We walked in as the young kids were trying to escape.
""Five O! Anyone underage best get the fuck out of here!" I said, as they ran past.
"What the hell are you doing standing around, get out of here before I put a bullet in your ass!" We each peeked out heads out from the door way.
"Popos is here. You better run; Man these white cops is crazy." Bobby said in a high pitched voice. "They killed Corbin, they killed."
"Everybody put your fucking hands up!" Angel yelled.
"Detriot Police! I wanna see your fucking hands in the air! Every last one of you!" Bobby yelled. As we walked down the hall, they pushed couple teens down. I pushed past them and found the guy we were looking for, A black kid wearing baggy army pants, white shirt underneath a army coat and matching bandana.
I pushed the gun to his head, making him sit down in his seat.
"What the hell ya want? Ya'll aint no cops." He whined. Bobby began to dump gasoline onto his lap, then handed it to Angel. Bobby stuff his mouth with a cloth.
"When I'm talking you listen, Alright?" He nodded.
"Do you know why we're here?" Bobby asked. He said something but it muffled.
"Since you aren't gonna tell my friend what we want to know, I'm gonna let him light your ass own fire." I take Jackie's cigarette and take a drag. I hand it to Bobby. "We're just gonna watch you run around like a chicken with it's head cut off; lighting all of your little friends on fire. Is that what you want?" He shook his head.
"Which one of your boys shot up a liquor store on 104th street?" Angel asked. Muffled words. " Police got witnesses, so don't hit us with no bullshit."
"Hey tough guy, now you can talk; you better starting saying what we want to hear." Bobby threatened. I took the gag out of his mouth, and handed it to Bobby.
"Speak," I said.
"That shit was counterfeit as a motherfucker. Ain't nobody playing ball when that shit when down." The kid answered.
"How do you know no one plays basketball if your ass wasn't there?" I asked.
"Those people were shot at 11 and they turn the court lights out at 10." I look at Bobby for the next move. He looks at his watch, then at the kid.
"C'mon!" Bobby grabbed the kid's shirt.
"Where the hell are you taking me?" The kid yelled, in fear.
"Where going for a ride." Bobby answered.
"Stay in school, fuckers." I said, following him out.
"Thank you for your time. Have a nice evening." Jackie added.
We arrived on the court, and the lights were still on .
"It's 10:02 and these fucking lights are still on." Bobby says "Let's pop this motherfucker right now." I look at Jack, who's looking at me. I watched as Bobby and Angel drag him away.
"Wait! They gonna turn off." He said, trying to reason.
"You fuckin lied to me." Bobby says. I turn, and the lights were turned off.
"Bobby," I called; I nudge Jack. He turns and sees the lights off.
"Bobby!" Me and Jack yelled. Bobby turns and looks at us. I point towards the dark court.
"You're lucky."
We arrived back at the house, and everyone is ready to crash. Angel and Sophie head upstairs; and Jack follows. Tomorrow, we're gonna review the tape of that night. I don't want to but I'm being forced.
"Good work tonight," Bobby said. "Didn't think you had it in you." I smirked.
"I didn't know I had it in me." I said, laughing.
"Tell me the truth were you actually gonna pull the trigger?" I shrugged.
"Maybe, I don't know." He laughed. "It was just pure anger."
"Well, It was good." He said. I smiled, and shook my head. He walked closer to me; we were basically face to face. He gives me a kiss on the lips, and I quickly pull away.
"Um I need to get some sleep for tomorrow. Big day, right?" I moved past him, and went upstairs.