Paternal Bonds Shattered

Disclaimer: Do I need to say it? I don't own iCarly

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Chapter 40 (Wedding Day Crisis)

A month later, Hector was in high spirits. Sam was getting married, Valerie was getting married, and he wanted to at least be able to see the weddings. He wasn't one to choose favorites, but he wanted to see Valerie's wedding more, specifically because he felt bad just being at Sam's. He couldn't help but to wonder who was going to hand her away, maybe Spencer would. It was a risk to go to Sam's wedding, though, because Carly was there and so was her bodyguard. He didn't care. He wasn't going to cause any trouble for anybody during this time.

He snuck around the church yard and hid behind a shrub, wincing at all the guards. Ms. Briggs was really not letting anything go. Valerie's wedding would be the next day, and Freddie was going to be Jonah's best man, Sam would be the matron of honor. Rachel got to be the flower girl and Derek got to be the ring bearer. He was also chosen as the ring bearer for Sam's wedding.

Hector peered through the fence and smiled as Sam walked down the aisle, Spencer was handing her off. Standing next to Freddie as his best man was Jake. Even though he hated Freddie, he couldn't help but to feel something for his daughter's wedding day. His heart swelled up as the minister spoke. The man spoke for anybody to speak up if they didn't agree, nobody did. For his daughter's happiness, if anybody dared to stand against this union, he would be busting a few heads. Why had he held her for ten years? Just because of that Jeremy kid? Once he'd done what he did to her, he couldn't simply let her go.

His stomach clenched and he slammed his fist into the fence, his eyes tightly shut and stress creases forming on his lids. Jeremy fucked with his mind back then, and continued to do so. He made him forget that Sam was his own fucking daughter, he made him remember the girl that he'd molested and associate her with Sam, he made him lose his mind and then hold Sam for all those years. Then whenever he got drunk, terrible things happened. Why had he not just simply killed Jeremy? Now he wanted to destroy everyone around him, his mind was already out of it. He didn't know what happened between Gibby and Jeremy while he was gone, but when the house had exploded, the bodies remained the way they were. Jeremy had beatings on him that took place long before his fall and death. He'd have to as Valerie.

"Hey, you there!" Hector's eyes widened as he felt himself torn from his hiding spot. He grunted and rolled along the ground, then looked up to see Ms. Briggs and a couple police officers. Groaning, he stood up and met her fierce eyes. She looked ready to kill, and already his mind was going onto the defensive. "What do you think you're doing?" It was the male guard speaking to him, all guns aimed on him.

"I'm watching my daughter become a wife." Briggs frowned and narrowed her eyes. There was no way in hell they were letting him in. "So, can I do so?" The guard shook his head and narrowed his glare.

"No."

"Come on, I'm not causing any trouble."

"Your mere presence is trouble enough. You have a lot of guts to show up here." Hector rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively. He wasn't going to do anything, so they could just shut up as far as he was concerned. He started walking back to the fence and the guard tore him back, pulling him to the ground. "I am telling you, you can't go in!" Hector growled and pushed himself up, everything in his nerves and defenses was skyrocketing. Things were about to become violent and out of his control. Whenever he got angry, he couldn't control himself, perhaps this was his greatest vice.

"Do you even know who you're talking to?" Briggs laughed and cocked her gun, smirking dangerously.

"Yeah, a dead man." He frowned as the woman aimed her gun towards him, resisting every urge to kill him on the spot. Spencer still wanted to have his day in court with this man. He wanted Hector to feel the pain of his victims. That was how trials really worked, in the end the guilty had to speak to the victims and their families, and they had a chance to speak to the guilty. "As sacred of a day as this is, I'm still not above shooting the hell out of you."

"I'm not doing anything!" Briggs raised her hand up and Hector took a slight step back, this was bad. This was very, very bad.

"Okay men, ready…" His eyes widened as fear surged through him. The clicking of guns rang in his ear, burning his eardrums. "Aim…"

"Oh shit." He took another step back and started to turn around, he needed to find shelter and fast. If not, he was as good as dead.

"Fire!" He wasn't one to run from a fight, but in this case, with him as unarmed as he was, it was entirely necessary. His body lurched forward as the bullets stung him like wasps, tearing into his arms, legs, and body. He fell to his knees as Briggs shouted out once more. "Cease fire!" The shooting ended and Hector fell back against the grass, moaning softly as the old woman neared him. He stared up at her, malice burning in his eyes. "And you don't know who you're dealing with."

"You bitch…how could you…" Briggs smirked and crossed her arms. Freddie suspected Hector might pull a stunt like this and crash the wedding. When Cara saw him running around, she didn't recognize him and alerted a guest, who alerted her.

"Well, a little girl saw you and told us."

"You pathetic piece of shit, I wasn't doing anything…" Ignoring him, she turned her back to him and closed her eyes, barking out her last orders. They finally had him, they finally had the elusive Hector Puckett.

"Cuff him." He was soon jerked to his feet and grunted as someone slapped the handcuffs on him. Evidently police brutality wasn't an issue for them. He could sue them for it, but probably with the type of man he was, he wouldn't win much in the trial. He knew people, but they knew people as well, and they also had one of the most powerful lawyers in all of Washington at their disposal. They could get away with whatever they wanted. Hopefully Victor would have a good lawyer, he was going to need it. That was, if they could hold him.

He was thrown roughly into the back of a police car. He looked up pitifully at Ms. Briggs, who was grinning triumphantly. In the front seat was a very burly, muscular police officer. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Stereotypical, much?" The fact that they didn't even use a regular police officer, but had to put him in a car with a strong one, said quite a bit about how they were. "You know, what happened to my rights?"

"Oh yeah…" She smirked and quickly read him his Miranda rights. He rolled his eyes in disgust and stared straight ahead, planning his escape. He really didn't want to miss Valerie's wedding, but it looked like that would be the case.

"If you think you can hold me…" Briggs hit him in the head with her gun and he flinched with pain.

"Nobody cares what your fat-ass has to say, so just shut up." She ordered the officer to take him to the prison hospital, even though she personally wouldn't have cared if he bled out to death. She just wanted to see him put on death row.

"You know what? You're a fucking bitch!" Briggs smirked at him and folded her arms over.

"I have a reputation of being cruel, so I'll take that as a compliment, thank you." She grabbed the back of his head, pulling his hairs and causing him to scream out in pain as she moved her face close to his. "You held one of my students in a dungeon for ten years, raped her three times during all this time…" Hector moved his eyes to her while holding his mouth open. His body twitched as he tried to pull himself from her hold. "You twisted the minds of three innocents who lost their lives fighting for your beliefs, and lest we not forget about sweet Valerie, who you held there too."

"You've got me wrong, you know…"

"Oh do I?" She chuckled once, then glared angrily at him as she smacked his head against the gate in front of him. "I don't think I do!" He shouted as blood dripped from his nose and mouth. He deserved this, he knew it. "Now shut up before I shoot the mouth off your disgusting mug. I'm missing the reception."

"I just want to see my daughter's wedding…"

"We'll send pictures." Briggs turned and walked away as the guard drove off. Hector sighed and leaned his head against the seat. The officer looked into the rearview mirror and smirked.

"So, Hector Puckett."

"What do you want?"

"Victor Oswin sends his regards." Hector raised his eyebrow curiously as the officer turned the street. He took a left turn, yet the jail was to the right. What the hell?

"Uh, excuse me?"

"I requested they let me drive you. See, there are some people on the force who work for Victor. I'm just one of them." Hector's eyebrows rose sharply as the man floored it, not wanting to raise suspicions. "Keep your head down and we'll be fine. I'll take you somewhere that will treat those wounds. Vic won't be happy to hear you got your ass in trouble again."

"I wasn't doing anything, though."

"Well what were you doing at Sam's wedding?"

"I just wanted to see my daughter's wedding! Damn it! I was hoping to see Valerie's wedding too…" He looked down and sighed.

"Valerie?"

"You don't understand, over the ten years. Those people became like family to me. Valerie was like my daughter, Gibby and Nevel like my sons. As far as Jeremy goes…I don't know why I kept him around."

"Jeremy controlled you."

"My mind is so fucked up now…" The man looked to Hector with a frown and shook his head in sorrow. "I shouldn't want to, but I honestly want to kill that Freddie Benson and everyone else. I want to kill Angie, that little girl…"

"Why?"

"Because she and Derek were my problem, my mistake!" Erasing his mistakes may be the key to redemption, who knew. At least that was the way he learned. He was drunk and Jeremy put Sam in front of him on those times, saying it was that girl. He was too drunk to even know what was going on. "I should erase my mistakes, shouldn't I?"

"Er…yes, yes that would be best." Hector lifted his eyes up as his stomach turned over. Maybe the man was right, maybe he should erase his screw-ups. If Angie and Derek were dead, it was a screw-up erased. He didn't like the thought of it, but in truth, he couldn't think of anything else. "If you still want to see Valerie's wedding tomorrow, I'm sure Vic can arrange something. You just need to learn to talk to the boss man."

"I know, but I feel like if I do just simply talk to him, things will go horribly wrong."

"Tell me, you ever seen The Godfather?"

"That old movie? Who hasn't?"

"Well it's a lot like that. Victor is the Don and we're just the foot soldiers. You may be his Capo régime, for all I know." Hector laughed for a moment, then winced as pain shot through him. He should have known better than to laugh while he was all shot up. "I'm sure he'll tell you to just not make a scene at Valerie's wedding and nothing will go wrong."

"You sure he wouldn't just whack me for all this?" The man laughed and shook his head. He wasn't sure how Victor would react to everything, but chances were likely that he wouldn't react that badly.

"As long as you don't go getting yourself into any trouble and make things hard on him, it should all be fine. Remember, a good structured 'family' has plenty of connections."

"Didn't think the mafia was still around." The man laughed again and turned into a shady looking neighborhood with an even shadier looking hospital. Hector raised an eyebrow and began to feel a bit nervous about the place. "My guess, this isn't a legit hospital, but you guys have a legit doctor working for you…"

"Yep. Now get out and let's get you all fixed up." Hector shrugged and did as said. He wasn't complaining as long as he could get his wounds fixed up. He moved into the hospital while the man waited outside and spoke with Victor on the phone, letting him know everything that went down. Once Hector was all done and let out, the man pat his shoulder and sighed. "Victor says next time, if they catch you, he's going to let you sit in prison a few years. He can't keep looking after you."

"Yeah, I understand…" He brushed the man's hand away and started walking down the street. "Thanks for your help, I'll take it from here."

I feel a little for both Hector and Ms. Briggs, she didn't know what was going on, naturally hates the guy and was protecting Sam on her wedding day, but she was a bit extreme.