Vengeance For Jenny

I step out not saying another word there didn't need to be any between us, we were like brothers if there is ever a day that comes that he needs me. All he has to do is ask. Besides I will still need to come around and see my cute god child. I sigh. I hear a muffled sob off to the right of the door. Anna, fuċk; she was the person I really didn't want to see before I left. She hadn't filled out quiet yet but she was always small so it was little more obvious to someone that pays attention that she had started to put on weight. I hold up an arm as she dives into it.

"Please don't cry for me Anna, it makes it all the harder to leave here" To leave you, I think that last part but don't say it.

"Then don't go," she smacks me I wince a little because Ren's Punch still hurts.

"I have to," I lift her chin and brush away a tear like I wish I could have in the past while I was bound by my position.

"Don't make this harder little sis, I will always be here if you need me all you need to do is call. No matter what it's about I will be there for you." I peck the top of her head kicking myself after, knowing full well I'm making it harder on myself. Know that by leaving I could just kidnap her and run away, but I love them both too much to break them up. I quickly Hug her then step back and ruffle her hair.

"Take care of the idiot for me", I point back toward the door smiling at her. She tries to smile but I can see it's hard. "I'll see you soon enough, I told you before I want to meet my cute little niece raising hell. So, smile for me." I smile at her. I grab the bags I had placed outside Ren's office door knowing that no matter what, I was leaving and walked away not looking back.

It's hard to imagine how much Anna had changed from first day I laid eyes on her with Ren. I had taken her under my wing. Trained her to be a bad ȧss fighter and she exceeded expectations, overcame obstacles and became the head of two mafia clans and is well respected among the men. She was patient, organized and intelligent everything a woman should be. She had been my ideal woman but she would never be my woman. So, I will leave here.

Till this day I still think of her, fantasize about her, how I should have stolen her away. Forced myself on her to show her how much I liked her. The calm collected Maliki was now gone. She would probably cry at what I have become. Doesn't matter though, nothing did anymore except the thrill of work that gave me a high and the alcohol the numbed the pain and the many woman who kept my bed warm at night all over the world. I squeezed the thɨġhs of one of the two cuties on my ŀȧp. They might not be Anna but these to blondes would do for tonight before I headed home. Dodger could wait that long I'm sure. Then again, I looked down at my phone he made a point of calling and he never does that.

I groan, "sorry sweet cheeks I will have to take a rain check tonight seems I have work after all." I say, tapping one the thɨġh to stand the other follows her friend as they pout.

"Do you really?"

"Seems so, that was the boss man ordering my return for work. Next time thought." I say standing. I grab one pull her too me cupping her ȧss in my hand as I kiss her long and hard. Her friend clears her throat waiting anxiously. I smile and chuckle under my breath. "Don't worry dear I haven't forgotten you." I pull her into and embrace my hand sliding down her back till gently ċȧrėsses her ȧss my other cupping her soft cheek as I kiss her softly then more fiercely just the way she likes. Breaking the kiss, I drop a hundred-dollar bill on the counter to the bartender to cover whatever we have already drank and to buy the girls a few more as an apology for leaving them hanging. I turn and head to my hotel and pack my bags calling the airline to get on the next plane to head home. I miss the days I could just tell the private jet when to be ready and just go at times like these.

****

In my beat up pick up I pull up to the run-down brick duplex building. The lights, gleam across the front porch stoop as I come to a stop in front. The apartments sit side by side but the other apartment has been vacant since I moved in over a year ago which suits me just fine. I didn't need any nosy neighbors poking around. Climbing out I took a deep breath. The house was quiet but the living room light was on waiting for me. Putting my key in the door I turn it hearing the click and let myself in.

The small entry way opens up and I see a tall petite woman with long brunette hair with grey streaks draping down her shoulders wearing a long white night gown. Her skin so pale might think she was ghost like. She might have been one of the older women I had met on that ship but she had still been a beauty. However; she wasn't exactly ready to face the world afterwards. She's too afraid to even leave the house to go grocery shopping. It took me months to work with her on the day to day things so that she would go out on her own for daily tasks long as it was before dark. However, it was important that she does these things after we left the battered women's shelter. After living there for a year, we couldn't stay there any longer. I could have let her stay but I needed her help, and she clung to me I was selfish and used this.

"Jenny, you returned." She smiled softly. A worried sadness in her eyes.

"Of course, I told you I would." I sit down beside her and give her a gentle hug. "I have you and Becca waiting for me." I smile softly.

Sometimes I felt like Miranda was more like a little sister then an older one, even if we weren't blood related. I rest my other arm across the back of the deep green couch that we found at a yard sale in good condition. I look around noticing the empty wine bottle and glass cup because we don't have wine cups. They were sitting on the coffee table in front of us. I sigh inside. She's been drinking away her paranoia again it seems. There are toys on the floor in front of the 20inch television that sat on a small stand with a dvd player and a cable box. The baby swing with green frogs that was all beaten up and looked very used sat in front of the wooden coffee table that has a glass center. It used to be a red paint but was chiseled, so I cleaned it off and painted it white. Looking around I see dirty clothes on the corner of the floor dirty diapers that had yet to make it to the trash. The place was far from perfect but I couldn't get mad at her our life was far from perfect it was a chaotic mess. She was taking care of Becca often alone.

"How was she?" I ask, looking toward the front living room window.

"Fine sometimes fussy but that's a one year old for you." She snuggled into my hug. I petted her hair. "Tell me, are you any closer to reaching your goal?" my hand drops as I frown; I know she wants me to stop but I can't.

"No." I say coldly I feel her body shift and I stand not looking back. She knows about my sister's death but she doesn't know I am the reason she was dead or how she dead. I shouldn't let her get so deep in my heart she might end up just like my sister.

Off to the right of the living room I walk down the hall with cream painted walls, it has brown carpet and no pictures hung on the walls at all. No sigh of a family. The hall had 4 doors two on each side. I enter the second door on the left. Inside the room walls were purple which I had painted with floral arrangements and buŧŧerflies in blue and green decals behind the white oak crib. A small lamp glowed on a dresser off to the left of the room the other side a small changing station. Next to the crib a wooden rocker with a fleece grey blanket bunched up in the seat showing it had been used tonight. A purple rug that was new since last time I was home lay in the middle of the floor to bring color to the boring brown carpeted floor in the room. Walking to the crib I see a her lay there, a little angel about a year and a half old sadly I lose track of that sort of thing until her actual birthday all I know for sure is she is over a year.

I lean down and squeeze her tiny hand. I'm home