In the end, it wasn’t how I did it.
It never was.
“Took ya long enough, dipshit,” Danny’s voice said from the open office door.
“Yeah,” I said, numb. I wondered with no real concern just how much he’d seen. At that point I cared very little if he thought I was off my rocker. I still had a gun, after all—somewhere, at least. If he wanted to call the men in white to throw a “hug myself”-jacket on me I could just as easily ventilate my skull before they got there. “Fucked up my back, by the way, you got any Vicodin?”
“Yer dumb ass knows we got barrels of the stuff,” he spat, then clarified with, “the knock-off shit, at least.” Then, holding the door for me to slink past and then moving to follow me in, added, “An,’ no, ya can’t have any. Last thing ya fuckin’ deserve.”
“And just what the fuck crept up your ass, Mercury?” I demanded, spinning on him. “Or should I ask ‘who?’”
“Ya better watch yer fuckin’ mouth, ya little turd,” Danny spat, his cinderblock hands already curled into deadly-looking fists.
I blinked, realizing I was legitimately about to talk myself into a thorough ass-whooping. I caught myself wondering if it wouldn’t be an interesting way to kill myself—“Death by big, gay redneck”—and decided that torture was never a decent commitment for a final act. “The fuck is your problem?” I finally asked, my voice coming out a whiny grumble.
“Me? I got a slew o’ fuckin’ problems. Doctor says I’m a bit on the heavy side, fer one. Ya know how many times I been laid since ya nearly blew my ass up? Huh? Three times, Jace! Three! That’s a slow fuckin’ week fer me! Fuck, man, it’s sometimes a slow fuckin’ night fer me! Meanwhile, I seen more fuckin’ tits since that night than I have since back before my ass was still in the fuckin’ closet—an,’ yeah, that’s startin’ to irritate me. But mostly, my fuckin’ problem is a two-hundred pound pimple named Jace with a swollen white head that I’m just achin’ to fuckin’ pop!”
I blinked at him, stunned by the outburst.
“When you last talk to Mia?” he demanded.
“M-Mia?” I repeated the name, flinching and looking away.
“Fuckin’ knew it!” he grumbled, shaking his head. “Candy called me earlier, y’know; said she’d consider it a sizable favor if I kicked ya squarely in the balls. Wouldn’t say why, mind ya, but, since this is Candy we’re talkin’ ‘bout, I can only think of one fuckin’ thing it could be about. Now what in the ball-licking valley of queefing fag-fucks did ya do or say t’ that poor girl?”
“None of your business,” I said, quickly. Too quickly.
“Oh no, motherfucker,” Danny said, cracking his knuckles. “That’s where ye’re dead fuckin’ wrong. See, ye’re my fuckin’ business! This, all this,” he motioned around the shop, “is my fuckin’ business! An’ the day ya decided to fall fer a Carrion Crew whore an’ whisk her off the streets an’ into yer bed? On that day ye went an’ made her my business, too. Now I will break skulls into a fine fucking powder, stir it into a frothy almond milk, and drink a faggy li’l Frappuccino while I sit my fat ass on the carcasses of every motherfucker who so much as looks at that girl the wrong way, an’ if ya think that yer ass is an exception than I suggest ya get on yer fuckin’ knees an’ see how quick it takes me to fuck it into Nesquik, ya self-centered nutsack!” He took a step towards me that was dangerously close to enough to make me void my bladder all over myself, then he said, “Now what… did… ya… do?
I stared back, not wanting to answer.
Fuck.
He only returned the stare.
Fuck!
We continued like that for what felt like a small eternity.
Aw, FUCK!
I finally broke down.
This time, I did tell him everything. I told him about Mack, about what he’d said. I told him how it had grated at me, seemed to make so much sense at the time, twisted around until it was all I could think about. I told him how every time I tried to convince myself of one thing another of his so-called “points” would slip through the cracks and have me second-guessing everything all over again. I told him how it rotted and festered in my mind until I couldn’t believe anything else, and then I told him about how it all came to a raging boil when I’d gotten back and discovered her gone; about how the call to him and finding out about how she’d been gone—unaccounted for—for hours had me thinking she was back to her old tricks—this time with a new trick—and how I was just so certain I’d wake up the next morning with the Feds at my door and her in somebody else’s bed.
I told him all of that, and then I told him how I’d just lost it and said…
“… such awful fucking shit, Merc. I couldn’t even believe that garbage was coming out of my mouth,” I finished telling him.
“An’ Mia?” he asked. “What’d she do?”
“What she should’ve done,” I said. “She hit me right in the mouth; knocked me on my ass.”
“Good,” he said with a nod of approval. “Saves me the trouble. Ya know what I’m gonna say next, right?”
I groaned and nodded. “That this was exactly what Mack wanted all along?” I asked.
He grinned and nodded. “I did tell Mia ya was the thinkin’ sort. Glad ye’re not makin’ a liar of me.”
I frowned and looked up at him. “But, I mean…” I began, sighing, “You don’t think there could be some truth in what he said? Doesn’t it seem… I don’t know, doesn’t it seem possible?”
“Yeah, sure,” Danny said with a shrug.
I felt my heart start to sink at that.
“TO A DUMB-FUCK, SHIT-FER-BRAINS, KNOW-NOTHIN’ WHO’S TOO BUSY LICKIN’ HIS FUCKIN’ WOUNDS AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!” he roared at me.
I flinched and looked away, ashamed.
Fuck.
Fuck!
“FUCK!”
“Yer damn right ‘fuck!’ As in ‘the fuck’s wrong with ya, boy?’ As in ‘that girl’s in love with ya, ya dumb-fuck!’ Head-over-fuckin’-heels. She was there the entire time ya was laid out in that hospital bed. The entire time! I practically had to drag ‘er out an’ back t’ my place just so’s she could get some decent sleep, an’ even after that the first thing she wanted the next day was to go see yer unconscious ass! An’ when she caught wind of how much shit the Carrion Crew’s stirrin’ up, she refused to steer clear of us—of you—even though it was the safer option.”
I looked up that, stunned. “She… she said that?”
He nodded. “I believe her exact words were: ‘if it means leavin’ Jace then I won’t do it; not fer the world.’”
I groaned and looked down, dropping my face into my palms. “God, I’m an idiot.”
“Well, at least ya see that,” Danny said, nodding in agreement.
“I hurt her bad,” I said, feeling the tears begin to grow.
“You did,” Danny agreed. “But, I think ya can still fix it.”
“How?” I blinked away the tears, glancing up.
“Ya really can be such a fuckin’ idiot, ya know that?” Danny said, rolling his eyes.
“What the fuck, Danny?” I frowned, feeling unsure of his response, unsure what I was supposed to do.
“Ya go to that girl and you fuckin’ apologize, fer starters!” Danny said, shaking his head at how obvious it all seemed. “An’ maybe consider not putting more trust in some dipshit fuckin’ stranger than yer own woman!”
I frowned, looking down at my clenched hands. Damn. I really was being stupid. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get a grip. Danny was right. If there was any chance at fixing things with Mia, it started with me going to her. It started with an apology and the truth. She deserved that much and I certainly wasn’t getting anywhere just sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I stood up, stepping around the desk as I went towards the couch to get my leather jacket that I had tossed there earlier.
I sighed and nodded, giving him an appreciative—albeit forced—smile. “Thanks, Merc,” I said. “I’ll take
care of that ASAP.”
“See that ya do,” he responded, but the calmness in his voice was enough to let me know he had faith we were at least over that hurdle.
“So… what was all that about Carrion business?” I pressed, figuring this had been the subject that he’d been calling me in for in the first place.
“Yeah… those fucks,” Danny said with an exhausted groan. “They are up to somethin,’ Jace. My sources can’t exactly tell what exactly, but they’s getting’ bold—some, myself included, would go so far as to say ‘stupid’—an’ they’s gettin’ messy.”
“Isn’t that good for us?” I asked, folding my arms. “If it’s that bad then just let them burn out, right? Best approach seems to be zero approach.”
“Ya ever seen a dog after it gets hit by a car, kid?” Danny asked suddenly, shaking his head. “Things get crazed. They’re bold—some might say ‘stupid’—an’ they get messy. Turn yer back on that, an’ ya’d best expect some teeth to come clampin’ down on yer kiester. There’s a chance they’ll jus’ up-an’-die on their own, sure, but there’s also a chance they’ll come back from it, meaner and worse off for the trouble. They don’t come out of it sane, and they don’t come out of it safe. An’ if we’re to say that they’re self-destructive, Jace, then it’s fair to say they’re aimin’ to take us out with them on their way out. Remember: they ain’t dealin’ in drugs an’ sex no more, but, despite that, they’ve nearly quadrupled their incoming product. Docks have reported multiple shipments coming in daily for them. And these shipments, they ain’t good, Jace. They got some bad shit comin’ in. We’re thinkin’ guns—big, bad ones—an’ who-knows-what-else.”
“Oh fuck, Merc. How do we fight that?” I asked, running my hand through my hair.
“That all depends on whether or not ye’re willing to fight fire with fire or if ye’re gonna stick to yer grits an’ honor yer old man’s rules.”
I bit my lip at that, knowing that my dad wouldn’t want to see the Crows dealing in weapons and machines of war. That wasn’t what we were about. Sighing, I shook my head and said, “I’m not gonna rape my dad’s legacy by turning us into them.”
“Glad to hear it,” Danny said with an appreciative nod. “Shows that yer head’s still in the right place… fer the most part, at least. An,’ fer what it’s worth, I agree. We ain’t gonna get anywhere that way. The whole city’d burn ‘fore anything came of it. Playin’ ‘my dick’s bigger’ has, historically speakin,’ never worked out well. Just ask this faggy German with a fruity ‘stache named Hitler—li’l butt-monkey likely had an acorn cock.”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I think I’ve heard of him. So what would you suggest?”
“Not positive yet,” Danny admitted. “Meantime, I got some of our guys watching the docks for us for now. And a few of our sources with the PD are doin’ what they can to slow shit from their side. ‘Cept they can’t do much all at once; protocol and all, y’know. We can slow the sands a tit, but eventually somethin’s gonna happen. I’m not thrilled to throw the word around—we’re more a business than an army, after all—but this is eventually gonna work itself up to a full-scale war.”
“The war’s already begun,” I said with a groan, shaking my head. “It began when I killed T-Built; when we smashed their piggybank and proved they aren’t as strong as they wanted to believe.”
“Still stronger than us,” he said with a sigh.
“Depends on how you define strength, Mercury,” I said, considering.
He raised his eyebrows at me. “Oh? An’ what’s that supposed to mean? Ya got something in mind?”
I shook my head. “Nothing at all, actually,” I confessed.
“Didn’t think so,” he said. “Then we will see how bad we can stick it to them with their shipments in the meantime, right?”
I nodded, still thinking. Then, looking up, I asked, “Hey, can you get your guys to check something for me?”
“What’s that?” Danny asked, raising his eyebrow again.
I swore to myself that I was going to shave those things right off if he didn’t stop. It was like watching fat caterpillars dancing on his forehead.
“Mack,” I said simply.
“What ‘bout ‘im?” Danny asked.
I wiped my face and looked up at him, my own eyebrows doing a little dance as I did. “You think it seems a little fishy that he made an appearance when he did?”
Danny paused to think about that, his forehead and the dancing caterpillars thereon scrunching with contemplation. “Now that ya mention it…”
I nodded and moved to stand, preparing to head out; preparing to find Mia. “Yeah,” I agreed. “Me, too. I wanna know everything about him, and I wanna know if he’s got more going on with the Crew than he’s letting on.”
“Ya got it, boss,” Danny said, making a note on a scrap of paper.
“Oh, and Danny?” I looked over my shoulder as I slid my arms into the jacket.
“Yeah?” he asked, looking up from one of the sheets of paper that had been on the desk.
“Thanks for this,” I said, smiling. “You really are the best friend a guy could have.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving my off. “I’m the best fuck a guy could have, too, but that ain’t for ya to know. Save the sentimental BS for Mia.”
I smirked at that, nodding.
I had every intention of it.
PART 3
The Sour
Medicine
ELEVEN
~MIA~
It was past eleven that night when I had finally settled down on Candy’s couch. I took a deep breath, still working to come down from what had happened with Mack today. After talking to Candy, confessing to her everything that had happened, we had both agreed that I needed to be more careful going out. Though it was an unnerving thought, we agreed it was better to assume that Mack was constantly watching me. Considering this—and considering the way he’d been undressing me with his eyes back at the mall—I was prepared to resign myself to being a shut-in until Mack was back in prison, out of the state, or…
Gone.
Until he was gone.
The conversation worked to convince me of the very real threat that everyone had always been hinting towards, but I found myself growing more afraid of the boogeyman that was my seemingly ever-present brother and less afraid of the Carrion Crew. This, I felt, was about as backwards as things could get, but since I’d been confronted by Mack twice already and still not seen hide-or-hair of any of the Crew—That you know of, I reminded myself—it seemed the more logical approach, at least. All the same…
I shivered, wondering what the chances were that Mack was out there even now; curious of the chances that, if I were to open the blinds in that instant, I would see Mack staring back at me from the other side? The thought sent chills down my spine and I closed my eyes, trying to relax. It was silly to think that Mack was out there, just watching the house, waiting for me to leave. The thought made me sick and I looked up at the sound of a motorcycle coming to a stop out front. A bright light shown past the cracks of the front window where the curtain didn’t cover and then the light went out. I froze, holding my breath as I listened, waiting to see just who had pulled out front of Candy’s place.
I clenched my eyes, trying to tell myself that it was stupid to think that whoever had pulled up was there for me. There were plenty of neighboring homes and I had noticed that not many of the homes here had driveways, most having to use the street for parking. For all I knew, the street was filled for the night and the only available parking had been in front of Candy’s place.
You’re being silly, Mia. Just relax. Mack wouldn’t just barge in like this.
Would he?
Did Mack even have a motorcycle? Could he even…
I shook my head, trying to calm down when a loud knock sounded from the front door. I let loose a shrill shriek at the sound—visions of incestuous rape and maniacal laughter as I was dragged by the hair
back to that awful street corner coursing through my head—and the screams were met with a series of increasingly violent impacts against the door.
Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I thought. He’s really here to get me! He’s really here…
All I could do, however, was scream.
And then the door shot open, splinters spraying out in all directions as the lock burst through the woodwork. I turned, prepared to see my brother looming over me—every bit the boogeyman I’d been building him up to be since I’d gotten back—and saw…
“Jace?”
He was standing, wide-eyes and poised for trouble; gun drawn and swinging in any and every direction.
“What?” he was panting, desperate, “Who? Where?”
The scream died in my lungs at the sight and I fought to control my nerves. Apparently I wasn’t the only one working to calm down.
Once he saw that the room was, save for me, empty, he tucked the gun back into the waistband of his jeans and hurried towards me. “Mia? What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping closer. “Is someone here?”
“Wha-what?” I stammered, blinking up at him in confusion. “What do you mean? Other than you?”
“I heard you scream,” he said, staring down at me, seeming to mirror my confusion.
“Because of you,” I said, shaking my head at him. “You scared the shit out of me!” I barked, pointing back at the door.
“H-huh?” he glanced over his shoulder, saw the splintered remains of the door, and started to turn bright red. “O-oh…” he groaned and slumped down on the couch. “Damn…”
His face fell into his hands. I could see just how embarrassed he was at his reaction, and, thinking back on the sequence of events from both angles, I couldn’t help myself.
I began to laugh.
The laughter evolved to cackles, and they just kept rolling out until I fell forward, heaving and holding my sides as I tried to stifle them. This, however, only resulted in even more giggles.
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