What the fuck is this lovey dovey shit spewing from my lips? It's like I got diarrhea of the mouth and I can’t stop.
She casts her eyes down, not able to take a compliment. "It's not me I worry about. I worry about my daughter, Sarah." Tears wash down her pale freckled face.
"Where's your girl at?" I sure as shit hope she doesn't say with Hook and his men.
She continues staring down at my linoleum, unable to meet my eyes as she says the words I feared were coming, "Hook and his wife have her. She is Benji's daughter. She doesn't belong there with them. Sarah is mine. Benji didn't even want her. I'm all she has. But they've got my girl.” She pauses wiping her nose with a paper towel. “I knew if I tried to take her last night, they'd kill us both. But me, you can trade me for my girl." She is grabbing my arm and jerking it, begging for my help. Normally if a bitch put her hands on me I'd put her in her place, but Red here...I get the feeling I would do anything this woman asks of me.
I would have done anything she asked in that moment I was so enraptured by her.
"Will you help me Jack, will you get my girl? I know I have no right to ask, and that there is nothing stopping you from walking away. But my girl, she doesn't deserve this life. I want better for her. You get my girl, and you give her a good life. If she is going to be raised in a club, I'd rather it be by the kind of man, that will risk it all for a woman he doesn't even know."
"What makes you think I am going to help you?"
"I can feel it Jack, you are a good man."
How she could see that there was a good man beneath all of my ugly and my tainted soul, I’ll never know.
"I ain't good... Do you know why they call me Grim, Red? I am like the motherfucking Grim Reaper. I kill people. I collect souls. I deliver men to their maker. You don't want me raising your girl. But I promise you we will get your daughter. Hook is a mean son of a bitch, but he ain't no baby killer. They won't touch your kid. I'll get ya your girl and you and I will get ye away from here, so you can give her a good life. My life ain't fit for a kid."
"They aren't going to let Benji go un-avenged. Hook will want my blood."
I bury her head into my cut and hold her tight. "Well, Red, don't worry that pretty head of yours...He'll have my blood before he has yours. You see these red teardrops I have tattooed on me? Each teardrop is for the blood I have spilled, for each life I have taken. I have spilled a lot of blood, Red, and I am ready to shed my own if it gets you and your girl away from here."
I was ready to. I’d done seen my share of life. I’d lived through hell and raised some of my own.
"I can't let you do that. I won't let you give yourself up for me."
"That's real sweet, Red, but a girl needs her momma. This ain't my first rodeo with Hook and his pig fuckers. But now's not the time. I have made my choice Red, you gonna have to accept it. I'm not the kind of man who stands by and lets a momma and her baby be separated, ye hear me?"
She is looking at me with bedroom eyes. I'd like to fuck her good and proper like. But right now, I have planning to do and not much time to do it. Everyone has a price, and I'll find Hook's.