"You can't keep killing the guys off, dad." Punk exclaimed in his fathers office in the nightclub they shared, the loud music was booming through the four walls whilst his father sat in his chair.
"Phil, you know what we do to guys who fuck up." Jack said, "Don't act so surprised."
"Tom was a good guy." Punk insisted.
"Good enough that you just shot and killed?" Jack laughed, "I don't know why you pretend you care, Phil. This is in your blood. You were born to do this." Jack said, "Now run along and chase skirt with your friends. I'll call you if I need you." He said as Punk shook his head, leaving the office and heading out through the club, making his way by the packed crowd and outside to get some fresh air.
The nightclub they ran was pretty busy on a daily basis. It was actually Punks idea to have the club as a meeting area for the guys. It was less suspicious than dodgy warehouses and basements. Jack praised him for years after they opened the club. It was a true success.
For a man involved in such crime, he actually refused alcohol or any illegal substances. It was the one thing his father hadn't forced upon him, and he took it into his own hands to be drug free and alcohol free. He was poisoned enough in his mind, he didn't want to poison his body. He supposed Jack liked it as it kept him young and fit, ready to a job when called upon.
"Hey, man. You alright?" Dean asked as he and Sami approached Punk, about to go into the club when they spotted him standing outside at the door.
"Yeah, I'm ok." Punk nodded.
"You get rid of the body?" Sami asked carefully in a whisper watching Punk nod and run his hands through his hair.
"Yeah." He said, "It's gone. I'm gonna go home and shower. I'll meet you back here in an hour." He told them.
"Your old man having a quiet one tonight?" Dean asked as Punk nodded with a chuckle.
"Yeah. Thankfully." He laughed, "I'll catch you later." He said, pushing himself off the wall as Dean and Sami headed into the club, letting him walk on down to his apartment which was super close to the club.
Punk got home around ten minutes later, walking into his apartment that appeared to be open, throwing his unnecessary keys away on the couch as he felt a sudden shove from behind him, causing him to stumble forward a little, turning around and seeing his little sister standing, extremely angry.
"You bastard!" She yelled, shoving him again, pressing her hands firmly against his chest as he stumbled over again, not reacting much, in fact, he couldn't help chuckle.
"Call me a bastard again." Punk spat, grabbing her wrist as she attempted to push him again, "What? What the fuck do you want?" He asked as she wriggled out his grasp.
"I want you to leave me alone. And dad." She demanded, "You've been watching me?" She shrieked.
"Only took you four years to realise." Punk shook his head, "How'd you get into my apartment?" He asked curiously.
"I grew up around you and dad, I figured out how to open up a locked door by the time I was five." She said quickly, "Why have you been watching me?" She asked, folding her arms. There wasn't much a relationship between them. In fact, Elise could guarantee that her brother blamed her for their mothers death. He loved her, of course, and she loved him, but they rarely showed it. They were always hitting one another and cursing loudly.
"I haven't. Dad has." Punk said, "He just wants to know you're ok." He shrugged, "It's bad enough you don't let him see his granddaughter, just give him the peace of mind, huh?" He asked.
"I don't want you both stalking me, Punk." She spat, "And I don't want your goons anywhere near me or Toni." She said, "I left to get away from you both. Doesn't that hint to you guys that I don't want you knowing what I'm doing or watching me every hour of the day?" She said, "I come home from picking Toni up from her ballet class, and there's some guy standing outside my apartment." She said with a shriek in her voice that Punk couldn't stand.
"Ballet?" Punk laughed, "No Brooks that I know does ballet." He said as she slapped him across the face, watching him laugh.
"My daughter does what she wants." Elise hissed, "Don't you dare do what you done to me, to her." She spat.
"I don't even know the girl, Elise." Punk rubbed his stinging cheek.
"Yeah, I don't want you knowing her. As far as I'm concerned her grandfather and uncle are both dead." She spat coldly.
"Why do you hate us so much? All we've done for your ungrateful ass is protect you." He said.
"You're horrible, horrible men." Elise said, "You live a horrible life that I want no part of."
"We're still your family." Punk said as she suddenly touched his cheek, the opposite one that she slapped, firmly turning his head to the side as she examined the splash of what she assumed was blood, taking her hand away.
"You never change." She shook her head, "You're just like him." She said, "Stop stalking me, Punk. I mean it." She pointed her finger at him as she backed away, grabbing her purse as he watched her, "Stay away from me and my daughter." She looked him in the eye, walking out of the apartment and slamming the door behind her.
Sometimes she was just as intimidating as he could be. Although she had escaped it, Elise was street wise just like him. Their father had taught them from young ages how to protect themselves and how to carry out different tasks. She chose to ignore it and leave, but he chose to act on it and make it into something.
"You gotta lay off the goons you got watching Elise." Punk said to his father, sitting at the bar with him in the nightclub which he had returned from after showering after Elise abruptly left, "She fucking slapped me, stupid bitch." He said, rubbing his cheek again that had a red handprint on it.
"Hey, watch it. That's your little sister you're talking about." Jack said whilst throwing down the rest of his drink.
"I'm serious. Just leave her alone." Punk said, "She's clearly fine on her own."
"She isn't fine on her own." Jack said, "She's a girl, she's weak."
"Don't be a sexist pig." Punk scoffed, "Girls make up half of our wages." He looked around, smiling at the different girls, some dancing, some drinking, some falling on the floor from too much drink, turning back around to his father.
"Girls are only good for one thing." He argued, "And sometimes they aren't even good at that." He laughed as Punk rolled his eyes, "Tell me son, what'd you do with Tom?" He asked.
"You know what I done with him." Punk said, avoiding eye contact and speaking quietly, which was hard from how loud the music was.
"I don't." Jack said, "Details." He said, pushing his empty glass forward for one of the bar attenders to fill it back up.
"Shot him. Put him in the trunk of the car, dumped him in the river and cleaned everything I came in contact with from the minute I shot him to the minute I got to my apartment." He told his father who nodded.
"I taught you well." Jack smiled, patting his son on the back as Punk sighed, looking over as a girl rushed over to both of them, tapping his father on the back.
"I'm Katie. I called you." The girl, maybe around Punk's age spoke as Jack nodded.
"Let's go to my office." Jack said, "Phil, lead the way." Jack looked to his son as Punk looked at the girl, staring down at her shaking hands that clutched her purse, looking into her desperate eyes as he nodded, standing off his stool and leading the way to Jack's office.
The next day, AJ was in the midst of teaching a higher ballet class, girls aged 16 onwards, when she seen Toni and her mother come through the doors.
"That's looking great you guys." AJ praised the older girls, "Keep running through it." She told them, escaping from the front of the class and walking over to Toni, smiling as she waved to her. She loved the little girl. She was so beautiful and bright, and so wonderful at ballet. She reminded her a lot of herself in a way.
"Everything ok?" AJ asked as Elise nodded.
"Yeah, well… I'd just like to thank you for watching Toni for an extra hour yesterday." Elise smiled. She had indeed left Toni with her ballet teacher yesterday when travelling to see Punk. She knew how much Toni loved her ballet teacher, and she did trust AJ with her daughter. She was the only person who came to mind when thinking of leaving Toni with someone.
"It was no problem." AJ smiled, "Extra practise makes perfect anyway." AJ smiled down to Toni, "You looked a little flustered yesterday, "Are you ok?" AJ asked, hoping she didn't sound too nosey.
"Yeah." Elise nodded, "I just had to go… visit my brother." She said, "Is there anything I can do or help with? I mean… I'm not expert in ballet, but if you need me..."
"I'm ok, thanks." AJ smiled, "It was really no problem looking after Toni yesterday. She's a good kid." She said, "Maybe on the day of the recital you could be backstage helping the girls get ready." AJ suggested, "Normally I try to do it, but it was quite hard last year." She admitted.
"I'd be happy to help." Elise nodded as AJ smiled gratefully.
"Thanks." AJ nodded. She appreciated polite and wonderful people like Elise. She was extremely fond of her and almost seen herself in her. They were very much alike, "I'll see you tomorrow, kid." AJ smiled down to Toni who smiled.
"See you tomorrow." Toni smiled, waving to AJ as they both left the studio, letting AJ get back to teaching her class.
"Ok, class from the top."
"Get up!"
Punk felt a smack to his head as he stirred around in his bed, opening his eyes as he seen his two friends standing watching over him, suddenly lifting his head as he noticed the spot beside him empty.
"Lost something?" Sami laughed as he and Dean watching Punk scutter out of the bed and to his feet, looking around the room, inside the pillows and under the mattress, "If it's the girl that you slept with last night you're looking for, I'm sure you aren't gonna find her under the bed." He said.
"You seen her?" Punk asked, looking on at them both. He'd given them a key to his apartment for emergencies, but very rarely did they come and use it for emergencies.
"She passed us on the way out. Told us she'd give the money to your dad." Dean said, "You turning into a hooker or something now?" Dean laughed as Punk threw a pillow at him.
"No. I had to sleep with the bitch." Punk said, "She wouldn't stop crying last night. She came to my old man asking him to sort out her husband… ex husband. He'd been having an affair or something." He shrugged.
"So you took advantage of the poor, confused girl who doesn't know who she's actually getting involved with." Sami said, "Wasn't very nice of you."
"She just wants us to sort out her ex. She's a little… coo coo." He spun his finger around near his temple as his friends nodded, "She was crying all the way to the damn taxi rank, so I just… I don't know." He shrugged.
"So you just picked her up and fucked her tears away." Dean smiled to him as Punk ran his hands through his hair, "You're getting worse." He admitted.
"I know I am." Punk gritted his teeth, "The older my dad gets, the more and more he's putting things on me." He said, "I swear to God if I'm left to kill this guy on my own." Punk shook his head.
"Stop being a baby." Sam said, "This is what you've been brought up into. It's all you know. It's what we all know." He said, "You're good at it. Just get the head down and get the job done." Sami said as Punk nodded, putting his hands on his hips.
"We'll get going." Dean announced, "Let you clean the cum off your bed sheets." He laughed, leaving Punk who sat down on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair, groaning to himself.
Maybe if he just convinced himself he was a bad, evil man, then he would do these despicable things naturally.
Bad, bad men! Let me know what you guys are thinking. When will AJ and Punk first encounter? How will Punk get on with doing crazy lady's dirty work? Jack still having people watch Elise? All to come.