"Hey...hey wake up Jenna," he was still in a lot of pain and I could tell by his voice.
For whatever reason I had a guardian angel that day, and his name was Tom. He had woken up with Jeff in the room with him and Jeff gave him a quick run down on how I saved him from getting questioned at the hospital. Tom had hobbled down stairs just in time to see Nicky fly down into the basement to find me.
Everything was a blur but I faintly remember Tom slamming Nicky to the wall thus saving me. I was left on the floor for a good while, but Tom came back. He had a bottle of water as his foot nudged me in the ribs.
"You really put me in a bind Jenna," he sounded more angry at me than thankful. "Now my father is on his way here wondering how I could fuck up so badly." he shook his head and tossed the bottle at my side before turning to walk away. He stopped and saw his shirt soaking in the sink. The blood had dissipated almost completely. He picked it up and turned to me with it dripping on the floor.
"What's this?" he inquired. In his head Tom couldn't believe that not only had I patched him up so well, but I got his favorite shirt looking good again. He felt bad for yelling but his father killed his own cousin for messing up a job when Tom was a boy. He knew the repercussions were on their way and he was scared. Scared for himself, Nicky, Derrick, and even me. His father entered the home in stern steps. He found Tommy sitting in the dining room at the head of the table. His face was swollen a bit, but he sipped some Crown from a rocks glass, awaiting his demise.
"Boy..." his father Tony was a big man, a very big man. At six foot eight he towered over everyone he walked by. "we have a few things to 'discuss' this evening." his tone was firm but concerned.
Tommy sat there looking at his father square in the eyes. He showed no fear to his dad. He couldn't. Tony sat down in a chair next to Tommy and took his brown fedora off, rubbing his forehead. After a long two minutes of silence Tony finally spoke,
"Why is this girl here?" his words were cold.
"Pops it wasn't..." Tom tried to explain but his fathers backhand met Tom's cheek swiftly. Tom wouldn't dare show pain though. He knew that it would make it worse.
"Take Tommy boy in the basement, I'll be there in a minute." his father scoffed as he went to the restroom. Nicky and Jeff were there. They hung there heads low as they all traversed to the basement. My door was then unlocked as I saw the animosity in all their eyes. Nicky was about to watch his best friend and boss die. Tears filled my eyes as I tried to plead with Tom. He slapped me so hard across the face I literally saw stars. Tony came into the room and saw me in the corner of the room, petrified. He looked me over and turned to Tom.
"I can see why you didn't want to kill her, you were always a tits and ass man, to which she has plenty of both my boy. I'm sorry she has to go and you have to be the one to do it." he stared at Tom. This was the only way Tom wouldn't die possibly. Tony handed him a 9mm with silencer and stepped back. My eyes became huge as he walked up to me. I shook my head back and forth wildly now begging for my life.
"PLEASE DON'T I WONT TELL ANYONE... ILL MOVE, ILL CHANGE MY NAME!" no body was listening. I heard the gun kick back, I did something unspeakable. I betrayed my family in that instance.
"Your warehouse on Cicero avenue is going to be raided tomorrow at eleven thirty in the morning!" My heart pounded so hard I'm sure everyone heard it. Tommy pulled the gun back to his side and looked at his father with inquisitive eyes.
"What are you talking about girl?" his father snarled. "Who are you and how do you know this?"
"My father... my family rather is all legal people, Sir. I...I am Jenna Mallory. Honorable Judge Mallory's daughter," my voice shook as I talked to this man. Even being in his sixties he was still in shape and looked about forty. Tom took after his father in that aspect as well. At thirty one he looked twenty-two at most. His father was in dismay at my words. Not only did his son bring me home but now they all knew whom I really was. They stood around me not knowing whether to believe me or not.