Woodland

*Jackson*

This Italian prick has a gun trained on my head. I must keep walking. I must figure out how to take the gun, how I can keep him from killing anyone else. How did he get the gun? Who was stupid enough to allow him to get it? It couldn’t have been Jay. Why would he be so slow? He is the most well-trained man in the brotherhood. It is literally his job to keep this shit from happening. I wouldn’t let him kill Jay, someone from the inner circle, I would have never outlived that. I had to let him take me. Little does this man know, I am the least important person to Smoke out here. I was a ride along. I am not part of this circle, the family they have formed for the home sweet home door mat out here. I want to be. I want to be invited in. Sunshine was my way in. She would have a soft spot for me. I could tell. I would become a brother if nothing more. She is a peace in the chaos I haven’t seen in this crew before. The closest being Hector’s wife. She was more of a mother hen. Tommasso won’t get to her. I will die first. I will take him so far out in these woods that he will never find his way back. He believes I know where I am going. I don’t. This is my first trip to the safe house. This is an inner circle secret. My first, and he ruined it. I think of ways to get the gun. Searching for large rocks or sticks to strike him with. This won’t end the way he thinks it will. If he is even thinking.

We walk for what feels like an eternity before he says something I can’t understand, and then repeats it more plainly. “Stop, fuck, I need to sit.” I stop and glare back at him. “Didn’t think this through huh boss?” I said laughing before sitting down. I knew he could shoot me, but I wouldn’t let him see any fear. He would feed on that, and I will make sure he dies starved. “Fuck You” He stutters out. “You will take me at night to the house and help me in. I will kill the bitch who came to change fighting. She interrupted, distracted my men. That makes Smoke win. I will shoot her little head off.” I listen to his words and become infuriated. I can’t react, but I want to beat his brains in. I sit there quietly trying to contain my anger while he continues to vomit out his threats. “You know Smoke would be dead if I kill her. He will be destroyed. Won’t need to kill him, she holds his fate in her hands.” Now I was confused. “You think you can destroy Smoke? Are you kidding me?” Tomasso started laughing at my response. I couldn’t understand what he thought was funny. I have seen Smoke in many deadly situations. I have seen him against some deadly opponents. He has scared most of them out of the city. He is like fucking Charles Manson, in the way that he just gains an occult following. “You can’t destroy Smoke dumbass, many have tried and failed. That man is more intelligent, more ruthless, and way more determined than most.” I felt good defending Smoke, I didn’t always agree with his tactics, but I knew he was a damn good leader.

Tomasso leaned against a tree, talking had winded him, which was part of why I continued the conversation. This man fights with weapons, he can’t stand toe to toe with any of us. We are trained far too good. If I can get the gun off my head, he can’t stand a chance. “He loves her fool. You don’t, see? If you take out the queen, the hive will suffer. Smoke can’t live in a world where he let her die. He will not survive.” His words pissed me off, but only because he is most likely correct. Smoke will be devastated if something happens to Sunshine. The rest will be too. Poor Henry might go back to the streets. She has brought them in a different direction in the past few months. They all watch out for her, they love her. She was welcomed in so quickly it made some of our head’s spin. Zeus even said he loved her, and he cares for that woman in the house, and I don’t understand it. Zeus was against all women when I met him. He never wanted to be emotional about anything. He would have sex with a woman and leave. He wouldn’t even give them a real name. Now he runs off to check on his own. Sunshine has made them softer and given them a true weakness. Even I don’t want to see her injured and I have only known her for mere weeks. I Don’t understand it, but she has some voodoo spell over us all. Tommasso has a game plan for sure, but I can’t allow him to succeed. I looked over at the gun, still steadily pointed between my eyes. “You are crazy if you think you will ever get to her. They will all die trying to protect the women in that house You will not get near them.” My words seemed to anger him, his eyes went dark, like he was thinking of something malicious.

“You will see. She will be a martyr, she will think she is protecting him, and she will sacrifice. I have seen her do it once already. She stood in the middle of what could have taken her life, and she stood tall. You will see, she will come to me.” I felt sick, knowing he could be right. I looked around me, spotting a rock. “I have to piss, so either point the gun at my ass, or give me a minute.” Tomasso tilted his head slightly,replaying what I said in his mind. He was concentrating, either thinking of scenarios where I could get the upper hand or trying to figure out which words to form next, either way I tested him limits, and turned away from him taking a few steps towards the rock. “I will blow your head off.” Finally, he spoke but I was already bending to pull my pants down. I picked the rock up with one hand as I went down. I tensed, thinking he may have seen me grab it. He didn’t say anything, so I continued my business, shoving the rock painfully into my shorts before turning back to face him. “Can we start moving now?” I asked looking at him like he was a pitiful old man. He wasn’t, but I knew it would get under his skin. Anger is a great way to make someone lose their concentration. A great way to get an advantage. When he straightened up off the tree, I gripped the rock in my hand while “fixing” my shorts before walking. Within seconds, I pulled it out and chucked it at his head as hard as I could. I missed,but made him lose balance when he fired the bullet, I fell to the ground.