He lashed out in the bar, an animalistic instinct taking over.
“Sparky, enough blood has been spilled over the past months.” Tessa softly says.
“I think y’all are forgetting that they’ll murder anyone that will get in their way, innocent or not. And what did we do? Nothing.”
Rawlings stands up, “Son, I suggest that you reign this in.”
“Why because, in due time it’ll be the Falcons' end?” I mutter under my breath.
“Lottie,” Tessa says.
I shake my head. Rawlings ignores the little outburst, “We don’t spill blood or take someone’s life that doesn’t deserve it.”
“And they don’t?” Greer and I say at the same time.
“Why do I have the feeling that both of you are going to do something stupid?” Rawlings asks, rubbing his temple.
“I apologize, Prez, but I have to disagree with letting them walk away alive.”
“It’s a good thing that you follow the law here. Keep talking and I’ll have your ass on graveyard shift at the gate.” Rawlings warns him
Greer goes to say something but closes his mouth, and keeps his eyes to the ground. Kindred spirits, him and I, wanting to avenge and put everything in the end. But having to put the trust into something and someone that thinks they see the bigger picture.
“Listen, you don’t have to like it, but you have to trust us, trust that we aren’t letting this go,” Jackson speaks up.
Keola rubs my shoulders, squeezing them, silently telling me to listen to Jackson. Hard to listen when you feel nothing has changed.
Don’t give up hope.Finn looks at me, I wish I could take him home where he could be in his own bed, his own room, without the fear of what’s to come. The only blessing is that my father doesn’t see this and threatens to take him away.
My mind continues to daydream until Finn hands me my phone. A certain tone from my phone makes me groan. “Looks like duty calls,” he says.
Keola snatches the phone out of my hands, before I could read the message.
“Why is the foundation messaging you?” he growls out.
“Ah shit, I forgot this was your week!” Tessa exclaims, face palming herself.
“Did I miss something?” Keola looks confused, looking at Jackson who shrugs his shoulders with no idea.
One of the responsibilities of being manager, on call duty.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. It slipped my mind,” Tessa apologizes.
Maybe this is my chance to get off this property, come back to civilization. Possibly some space between me and the club right now. With the rush of mixed emotions, my thoughts are too clouded. Trust versus not trusting.
“It’s fine. If Rawlings can spare Topaz or a prospect, I’ll go check it out,” I started to stand up but pulled back down by my shoulders. Finn scoffs.
“You ain’t going anywhere, angel.” Keola commands.
“You’re not going to win this battle, grumpy,” Finn crosses his arms. He knows I take this very seriously. I can’t put this on the back burner, not my job.
“Then someone better tell me why your phone made that noise, where you’re getting up to just walk out.” Keola looks for an answer. His once smile, now turns into a sour look. I roll my eyes. “Easy boy, it’s the shelter duty phone. One of the residents reported something, possibly just a leak or an argument, or even someone locked out of their room. I’m the manager on duty, I have to answer it.”
“You’re not going,” Keola commands, releasing my shoulders.
I shake my head, forcing myself up, facing him. He’s controlled every aspect since day one, thinking I’ll just easily say yes to him, and continue to follow him around. The heat rises in my face, he’s starting to piss me off. It’s one thing to be protective but another to be a complete asshole.
“Yes I am. Look, you may be okay to be kept here and be stagnant in the same setting, but I’m not. I’m not going to start neglecting the job and the work I’m doing because some psycho dumb asses want to piss and claim territory. News flash bud, I got the message, keep my head down and trust you all. So now trust me in knowing that I need to follow up on my duties like you and take care of this,” I feel like I’m pleading a case.
