Better late than never? I´m sorry that I´ve been slow with this, well every one of my stories. As you may know, my head is not always screwed on right…
I don´t own Four Brothers.
I put my fate in you.
Few people know where their place is. They spend a lifetime looking for it, unknowingly or with the purpose of finding it, yet few people do. Bobby knew. He´d always known.
Billy glared, eyes cold and mouth drawn in a thin line. "You forget your place". I´m the one with the gun, the one in control.
A strange feeling of calm in the middle of the rage and fear, he´d never been so sure of something as he was right now. "It´s right here". Between you and Jack, was whispered in his soul. The one he hadn´t been sure existed. He felt Jack at his back, could almost hear his heart pound against his ribcage, and he wan ted to tell him that it would be okay, everything was gonna be okay, he´d make it okay. He tried to ignore the fear gripping him tightly, tried to ignore the panic at the loss of control, he needed to be calm. He needed to protect his brothers, he needed to act, but this wasn´t the time.
Billy was also trying to push down the rage he felt. The prize he wanted was right there, within reach. Jack. The revenge he´d been thinking about for so long was so close, but someone was standing in the way and that made him furious. He wasn´t one to be denied what he wanted, and he could tell that Bobby Mercer was the same. It both infuriated and fascinated him. In another world they could have been friends, if they hadn´t been on opposite sides of one little Jackie. He chuckled, his eyes still locked on Bobby Mercer´s cold ones. "You know Bobby, I think if things had been different we could have been friends".
"I doubt that" Bobby responded, a sarcastic smile lighting his face.
"Get off your high horse" Billy snorted, "I know all about you and the shit you´ve done".
Bobby didn´t falter. "I´m no fucking saint" Bobby agreed steadily.
Billy nodded "Me neither. But right now your standing in the way of what´s mine and I can´t have that".
The gauntlet thrown, the chance the back off, leave, with everything intact. No, not intact, without someone.
"He´s my brother". Brother… you´ll have to go through me. "You´ll have to go through me".
Billy blinked, and for a moment he wasn´t sure what to do, he hadn´t been prepared for this cold rage and resistance.
"Bobby, don´t". Jack´s voice was muted and resigned, the fear for his life gone, if it had ever been there. The memories and the pain had distracted him, pushed him back to the time when he had been a small child. He wasn´t anymore, and his brother was not gonna die for him. "I´ll go with you". His eyes met Billy´s, and he could see the triumph in them.
Bobby could as well, and the rage he´d kept bottled up since he seen the gun pointed at Jerry boiled furiously through his veins, demanding that he act. "Jack" The sound of his voice drew Billys eyes away from Jack and back to his. "Go to your room".
The quiet that followed Bobby´s demand wasn´t comforting or peaceful. You could taste the tension in the air that surrounded everyone. It seemed as though they were in a bubble of glass, and one little sound would break it and everything would come crashing down on them.
Jack drew in a breath that seemed to catch in his throat. He was sending him away. No no no… But before he could voice his protest, Billy did.
"You´re not going anywhere Jack". Cold eyes still focused on Bobby´s in a battle of wills.
"Who do you think you are?" Bobby´s voice was low, muted, but there was no mistaking the cold rage in it and it made the room seem even colder.
"I´m the one with the gun" Billy stated, a arrogant grin on his face that made Jack want to throw up.
"This is my house". Bobby took a step forward, the aggressive motion a contrast against his lowly stated fact. "My family" he added. The words provoked Billy into stepping closer, making Angel and Jerry inch closer, ignoring the knife still directed at them. "and you´ve just made the biggest mistake of your life".
"Bobby" Jack pleaded, sensing the situation and Bobby´s temper spiraling out of control.
Bobby turned his head slightly, eyes still sharply locked on Billys. "Jack". Jack tensed. Bobby rarely used that tone with him, hadn´t since he was a kid and needed strict guidance. The voice that demanded he listen, and despite himself he felt himself take a step backward up the stairs.
It was instinct. When you had been forced to obey for the bigger part of your life it was easy to fall into it again, if someone that you were close with demanded it. Bobby knew this, but he rarely pushed it, hating the fact that his brother had ever been forced to do anything against his will.
But this was about his safety, his life. Nothing was more important than that.
"Stay" Billly demanded, but Jack took another step up the stairs.
Bobby pushed the relief he felt at Jack´s retreat back down as quickly as it rose. "You don´t tell him what to do" He snarled, and he could almost hear the snap in his head when his sanity finally gave way to the overwhelming rage and fear that he felt. He acted without thinking, and his fist connected with Billy´s face before anyone really knew what had happenend, and Billy stumbled back, surprised, and this time Bobby directed a hit against his arm, and it bent at an awkward angle and the gun slid across the floor. Billys eyes followed it before looking up in time just to feel Bobby slam into him.
Jerry ducked quickly and aimed a kick at Frank´s leg, making him curse and land on his knees, a position Angel was quick to use as he punched him in the face from above, making him topple over.
Frank was a mean guy, but he had never been much of a fighter, and before he could sit up Angel had twisted the knife out of his hand and it was now aimed at his throat, pressing hard enough against the skin to produce a slow blood flow, before he eased the pressure a little.
Bobby and Billy had gotten up from the floor and was regarding each other carefully, circling each other like two animals would, Bobby trying to keep his position in front of Jack, who he could sense was still on the stairs. They didn´t speak, didn´t trade insults or utter death threats, the situation somehow more grave than that.
This time Billy advanced first and they then they were a blur of fists and kicks that seemed never ending. Jack moved slowly down the stairs, heart beating wildly. The fear for his brother´s life making him clench his hand tightly around the rail of the stairs, eyes wide and horrified.
He froze again, when a well directed punch from Bobby threw Billy on his back, he tried to get up, but Bobby´s foot against his throat stopped him short and he gripped his leg trying to move it, but was unable too.
Bobby breathed deeply and looked where he knew Billy´s gun had slid across the floor but it wasn´t there and he looked at Angel and Jerry quickly, but they still had the other guy pinned. He looked towards the stairs, and there he was. Eyes wide, gun in hand.
"Jack. Give me the gun".
Hey guys, hope you liked this chapter even though it's short. I´m thinking maybe 1-2 chapters more before the story is finished