The only up side to owning a motorcycle was not having to sit in traffic when you could go around it. Because she took my truck, I know construction slowed her down which hopefully bought me some time.
Parking next to my truck which she parked on the grass, I fell off the fucking thing straight onto my back.
When I heard her scream “—Mercy and fuck in the same sentence asshole!” I ignored the pain and forced myself to get up.
Scaling the steps, I heard multiple voices, including Pita’s all trying to calm her down.
The kid was okay, thank fuck.
Busting through the door I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d stumble into.
But Mercy with a gun in each hand wearing an evil smile wasn’t even on the list.
With several guns now trained on me, Pita whistles to Mercy, “You are in so much trouble, Boss.”
“Yeah well, you’re grounded,” she says with bite.
“Why’s Dion hunched over?”
“His back locked up,” she informs him evenly.
“Kinky,” Pita grins at me.
“Who the fuck is this guy?” asks a man who looks a hell of a lot like Pita.
“That’s Dion,” Pita offers helpfully. “Mercy’s man. Owns the Foxxx Den and rocks a suit.”
“Yeah?” another guy says. “Maybe he should try keeping his bitch on a leash.”
Pita’s eyes went wide, the guy who looked like an older version of Pita sighed knowing what was to come, his boys even taking a step back when Mercy froze. Slowly turning to face the idiot, she repeats, “keep his bitch on leash?”
Laughing, he says, “and a muzzle for that mouth wouldn’t hurt either.”
“Huh,” she smiles wide. “You must be the clever one.”
With zero notice and moving quicker than any of us expected, Mercy adjusted her aim and shot him.
No sooner did that asshole hit the hardwood, his gun misfired hitting Pita and sending him to the ground.
Like she was possessed, Mercy flew forward and began beating the guy with the butt of her gun.
Yelling to me, she says, “Get Pita!”
Pita’s look-alike glanced at the kid in worry but moved toward Mercy. Stepping in front of him I warn, “Lay a hand on her and I’ll remove them from your body.” With a nod, he takes Mercy’s side who was now standing over the shooter with her gun pointed down at his face. Knowing what was to come, I crowd the kid so he can’t see.
“Let me look,” Pita begs trying to push me away.
“You’re hit, Pita,” I remind him. “Let me check you over.”
“I’m fine, it’s just a graze. I want to see Mercy!”
“No one hurts my family,” she whispers in fury.
“No one hurts my blood,” the guy who I realized now was Pita’s brother, agrees.
Another round was fired and the kid latched onto me, tight.
When she nodded at the kid’s brother I realized the shot didn’t come from Mercy’s gun and was glad for it. She didn’t need that shit on her conscience.
“D-dion,” Pita says on a stutter.
“Told you not to look,” I groan at the nightmares he’d have.
“She claimed me,” he says in a small voice.
“Because she adores you.”
“Pretty sure she adores you more.”
Smiling at the brave front the kid was putting on, I assure him, “It’s not a contest, kid. That woman has enough love for a small fucking country.”
We were both sharing a laugh when she shrills, “Oh my God, Pita!”
“You’re in deep shit, kid,” I grin moving a little to the left so she can get to him.
Giving me fake puppy eyes, he begs, “Don’t let me go, Dion. She scares me.”
Falling to her knees beside him, she gently reaches for his shirt to lift it. It’s the first time I have ever seen her hands shake and to make shit worse, the kid chose that time to moan. So that’s how he was going to play it…
“Pita,” she says urgently. “Can you hear me? Open your eyes, please!”
Going all in, the kid pretends to rouse and while part of me wanted to stop him, the other wanted to see how this ended. “Mercy?” he says groggily.
“This is my fault,” she sniffles. “Pita, I’m sorry. I should have told you the truth. Where does it hurt? Let me see.”
Fighting a grin, he asks, “Do you really not know my name?”
“Forget your name, you’ve been shot!”
“How many vlogs have you watched?” he presses.
“You’re raking me over the coals right now? You need a medic and a tetanus shot! Oh fuck! Are you even up to date on your shots?”
“Either you have or you haven’t,” he continues. “I took a bullet, woman, you owe me the truth.”
“Oh, that was dirty,” she says wiping her eyes. “Fine. I might have watched one or two.”
“One or two?” he counters adding a moan.
“Okay okay! I watched them all at least twice!”
“So, which is your favorite?”
“Pita, you go septic and die!”
“I’m willing to risk it,” he assures her. “Will you forgive me?”
“Of course, I forgive you,” she cries out. “You’re the little brother I never wanted.”
“You are hell on a man’s ego, boss.”
“You deserve it. I was terrified, Pita. That could have been so much worse. Look at your poor face! You’re not a PI yet, kid. What were you thinking?”
“But –”
“But,” she interrupts. “With the proper training…”
Sitting straight up he smiles at Mercy and says, “I knew you loved me.”
Noticing he wasn’t nearly as bad as she expected, she huffs, “I tolerate you.”
And then the kid’s grin got bigger.