Jackson Mafia #Wattys2016

1...Beginning with Now

Part 1: Beginning with Now

The black Merecedes e320 pulled into the driveway of an old storage house, on the outskirts of the city. The shiny car door, opened and a man in a white suit and fedora stepped out, hat over his eyes. His heels clicked quietly as he walked up to the door, and knocked 6 times. It creaked open revealing a man in a black outfit, welcoming him inside. he walked over, in front of another mn. tied to a wooden chair, with a black cotton sack over his head, bloodied from head to toe.

"Take it off of him," he ordered with a snap of his fingers, and the sack was whipped off. There sat a green eyed, brown haired man, with a balck eye busted lip, and blood coming form his mouth and nose.

"Aaron...you caused this...why did you betray me?" the man merely stayed silent.

"You put my sister...my BABY sister in a coma, and her chances are very slim," he stepped closer to him, folding his arms.

"I'm sorry-"

"No you aren't, you aren't sorry at all...otherwise you would have told me who did THIS to her," he pulled out a picture of a girl, around the age of 20, battered and brusied worse than Aaron was at the time.

"Michael please, I can't look at her like that," he said turning his head away.

"You should have thought of that before you doub;e crossed me," He looked him dead in the eyes as blood and tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Who did this to her?" again, just silence as Michael grew angrier.

"Fine...torture him, and call me when he's ready to talk," he turned on his heel, and stormed out of the building, hearing Aaron's screams along the way. He got back in his car, and drove to Saint's hospital on main street, and pulled into visitor parking. Reaching reception, erin, a 28 year old black haired girl; whom also worked there always at the same time he always came by, greeted him with a warm smile, and a visitors pass.

"Thanks Erin,"

"Not a problem," he walked over to te elevator, and pressed the number 2 for the second floor. Once there, he wen down the hall, then to the right, reaching room number 247, and entered quietly, with a pot of red roses in his hand. In the room lie the girl from the picture. A large blue tube was taped over her mouth, along with a feeding tube at te corner of her mouth. a heart monitor beeped constantly, with an IV dripping toa needle in her arm. Her eyes shut, and she didn't move an inch. so still...so quiet. Michael sat in the chair next to her bed, and grabbed her hand. He set the roses next to the lilies he brought last week, still fresh and blooming. He planted a kiss on her forehead, and began to speak to her.

"It's me Jan. I'm getting closer to finding out who did this. I will find them, and make their lives a living hell," he said.

"Wake up soon Dunk. Please....you're the only one who knows what happened, and I miss you," he stroked her hair as he gave her another peck on the cheek, and made himself comfortable. The monitor beeped annoyingly, ut he didn't mind. It told him his sister was still alive. As he sat, he noticed someone else had came to visit her, and they left a black buisness card. Damian...he'd known that card anywhere. He tore it to shreds and threw it into the garbage, then puled out his phone.

"Eric...you and Benjamin are off vacation, I need you here at the hospital with Janet," he stated.

"Sure thing boss, is she awake?"

"Sadly no. But Damian has been here, I don't wat any of those Italian bastards a foot near her. Get over here...now," he hung up, and turned his attention back to his sister, and lookd at her brusied, yet peaceful face. It angered him to see one of his family memebers in thsi kind of pain, especially with Janet's condition.